11/26/16 Ive gone through and cleaned up a lot. fixed a lot of bad sentences and the word check changing prefects to perfects. feel free to reread if you wish.

6/11/18 Rewrote a lot of this, felt as is chars were ooc as the story went on.

Hermione stiffened at the sound of another longing sigh coming from the back of the classroom.

She knew who it was and she knew it was for her, but that wasn't the issue, it was WHO was doing it. Her stomach swirled in nausea as she thought about his highly out of character actions for a moment as the potions master continued his lecture. Carefully explaining each ingredient as he pushed them into the pot laid in front of him with expert care.

She felt a small tap on her shoulder as another paper ball hit her, the fourth one this hour. She ignored through gritted teeth like the last. No, she would not give this drugged idiot what he wanted. A few seconds later another one popped off the top of her head and bounced to the front of the classroom. Right into Horace Slughorn's cauldron. He looked a bit frightened by the object as it popped and fizzled into the mix. A mix that definitely didn't call for parchment and ink. He watched as the paper withered into the potion, then looked directly at her. A scowl plastered across his normally joyful face.

"Miss Granger," he gasped at the eighth-year prefect.

"But it wasn't me! It was Malfoy!" She accused, her head whipping around to look at him. A smile crept up to the boys face followed by a wink. Burning heat instantly over took her features and she turned back around. Angry at herself for even allowing a glace to slide his way. She looked up her potion professor who now had his arms crossed. Waiting for an explanation as to why his two best students were fooling around in class. Hermione swallowed hard, pleading Slughorn silently to not force her into giving him an answer and just give them his punishment. But he merely tilted his head with an angry scowl as he became more impatient.

"Someone fed him a love potion," Hermione whispered while lowering her head to the desk, as if she wanted to keep it a secret. But everyone already knew that Draco Malfoy had been chasing after the girl all morning. From attempting to sit next to her at lunch to offering to hold her things while he walked her to class. Which she may or may not have accepted. Books are heavy.

"A love potion? I assure you Miss Granger love potions are banned in this school," he scolded her.

"Bu-"

"No buts Miss Granger," he held a hand up, "now I will see both of you after class for detention," he finished. Then walked over to the cauldron, the liquid inside had turned a ghastly black color.

"Now who wants to read about the history of the cure for boils?" He asked the class while pouring the fouled substance down the drain. Reverting back into a cheerful mood as the class collectively groaned.

"Who did this to you?" Hermione demanded as she scrubbed one of the potions rooms many tables. Slughorn had left them with clear instructions to clean his classroom for an hour. No magic.

"Who did what love?" Draco asked back innocently.

As if nothing was wrong. As if the past seven years hadn't happened.

"God this is going to make me sick," she gagged as she put even more vigor into her motions. the table had been spotless for minutes, she just didn't want to move closer to the snake. Praying McGonagall didn't hear about this and tarnish her record as a prefect.

So she scrubbed harder at the sticky mess some fourth years left, pleading for the day to end so the potion would wear off and Malfoy would be Malfoy again. They could go back to cold looks and heinous remarks. The life of mortal enemies till death.

She could kill whoever went into her bag and stole the blasted thing right now. It was like she was a first year forgetting that George had slid one into her bag with a wink and a nudge towards Ron as she eyed them curiously in his shop. She couldn't protest, she still hadn't told George that her and Ron didn't work out. And probably never would.

"Bloody imbicle..." she said, showing her aggravation. Something she should never do around a Malfoy. Love potion or not.

A hand landed on her back, sending a stiffening shock waves through her bones. It started to rub small soothing circles before resting on one of her arms with a reassuring squeeze.

"Love what's wrong?" He asked softly from behind her. Not a hint of malice in his voice. She turned to face him and tell him off. To hurt him so bad that he would be to overcome with grief to pursue her for the next day or so until the potion wore off.

But she couldn't.

He looked so sad. Like he was sad that she was sad. And it made her heart leap for just a second at the notion that someone cared. Even if it was the ex-death eater before her. Her jaw opened and shut a few times trying to bring out the words that would make him a shriveling mess but failed. He slid one foot closer. Effectively pressing her against the table she had once been cleaning. Her breathing nearly stopped as he slowly lowered his forehead to hers, never breaking eye contact.

She could see it in his eyes. Those grey orbs that were normally filled to the brim with venom were now over taken by infatuation.

For her.

Seconds turned into minutes as she enamored herself with him. Searching for any hint of the real Draco Malfoy within the thick cloud if the potion. She had to stop this, he was getting closer now. A ticklish breath brushed over her bottom lip, causing them to part slightly. His sent of pine and hazel invading her nose. She told herself to stop him over and over, to yell for him to get away or scream, but nothing came forth from her trembling lips. The proximity closed with a surprised gasp as he gently pressed his lips into hers. A small fluttering sensation started to grow in her as her head screamed how wrong this was. Why couldn't Ron have given this to her? Was his love not stronger then a stupid love potion?

It felt so nice to be wanted she decided. Even if it was for just a day.

Draco lifted his lips from her and rested their heads together for a second time. And then she was trapped again in those beautiful eyes filled with the most tender love she had ever experienced.

A flicker if motion distracted her to his mouth. One corner was ever so slightly trying to lift into a trademark Malfoy smirk with little success.

She started to fidget in his grasp but he had her trapped in a tight embrace now. Her eyes darted around for her wand only to see if sitting on top of her books. An almost silent snort brought her back to him. The warm tender loving stare was still there, but something had mixed in with it. Like a wildfire engulfing a dry field it was quickly taking over. She started to wiggle move but his arms tightened like a vice. She glanced down at his hands squeezing her so tightly she knew that there would be bruises the next day. catching a glimpse of the mark that he had branded on him.

What did she just do?

Her heart started to pound so loudly she feared she might faint as his eyes continued to change into another unfamiliar hue. One that she had never even seen before. And it terrified her right down to her core. She stopped squirming in his arms. A dark chuckle came out from deep within his chest as his smile grew wider.

"Granger," he drawled lazily, clicking his tongue. As if he was a cat playing with his food.

He released her and pushed her against the table again, placing on hand on either side of her small frame to trap her. Their bodies still pressed firmly into one another. Hermione didn't answer. He looked as if he wanted her. No, he needed her. It sent her into a state of shock as his intensity grew.

She felt a jolt go right to her stomach as the butterflies started to roam again. It Caused her to bite her bottom lip in protest. the action earned her another dark chuckle as he lifted one hand, placing it under her chin.

And with that he kissed her again. It wasn't loving nor tender, but passionate. And it poured into her with so much force she feared she may just explode right there. He forced her mouth open to explore. His tongue dancing with hers as he rhythmically moved against her mouth. She suppressed a moan as he grabbed her hips possessively, trying to bring them as close together as possible. His length suddenly pressed into her thigh. Reminding her of what exactly was happening. And with who.

She shoved him away harshly. His back slammed into the near table. A possessive growl shot to her ears as he glared at her freshly assaulted face.

She looked to his eyes, swirling with a fierce anger and lust, and to the evident hardness that rested between his thighs. then to His hands gripping the desk so tightly it may snap.

"You better run, " he growled between pants, ready to pounce.

She bolted to her belongings, shoving them into her bag in a quick unorganized manner in seconds. Her wand was in her hand, pointed at his chest as she backed out of the room. She clumsily backed into the wall next to the door and he threw his head back and howled with laughter, catching her off guard for just a brief moment.

"Run Granger," he hissed, his voice dripping with venom and promise.

She listened, for once, and high tailed it out of the potions room and back to the perfects dorm. Her lips still bruised and tender as she fell into her bed.

Tell me what you think! this is my first DXH story, I hope you like it.