This is my first time writing Dramione, which is one of my favorite ships, so I hope I'm able to do it justice :") This might progress on to a two/three shot, depending on my ability to take it further. I've been known to leave stories unfinished so I hope that doesn't happen with this one.
I hope you enjoy this, and please review for it means the world to me :) (Edited- 3/3/17)

Hermione could see Ron was getting impatient. He had a very important chess match to play and couldn't wait to get back to the Common Room. Hermione couldn't help the flash of irritation that ran through her. She knew Ron wasn't the most responsible of people,and that he was not interested in Patrol Duty at all, but that did not give him an excuse to go on like this. She realised not everyone took their duties as seriously as she did but that didn't mean he could completely skimp on them. Hell, she'd seen even Malfoy patrol better than Ron beside her.

When she heard his sixth sigh since their patrol began an hour ago, she knew she wouldn't be able to take this anymore so she whirled around with a slight frown on her face.
"Look Ron. If you think your chess match is more important than this, then please go. At this pace, neither one of us is going to get any work done. You'll miss your match and the patrol won't be done either.", She told him with not a small amount of irritation in her voice.

But Ron, oblivious and bored out of his brain as he was, immediately jumped at the chance to get out of what he considered a waste of time. So what if kids were out of beds? Let them live their lives! He'd always thought being prefects meant they'd have more fun, more freedom. He didn't realise it'd be this stuffy.

"Thank you so much, Hermione. You're the best. I owe you one." And with that he ran away, leaving Hermione to stand in the middle of the second floor corridor with a slightly gobsmacked expression on her face. She did not, for a second, think that Ron would actually leave her alone in the middle of patrolling. She let out a growl of irritation. She'd had enoughof his crap now. Let him deal with the consequences if McGonagall found out.

With a scowl on her face, her hair almost crackling and her face flushed, she stalked forward. She didn't know why she was so angry, she was the one who gave Ron an out and she shouldn't have been surprised he took it. After all, she KNEW what he would choose if given a choice between chess and patrol. She sighed. No use crying over spilt milk. She'd just complete the patrol and curl up in bed with a nice book and some hot chocolate. Just the thought of it had a smile slowly creeping on to her face.

Suddenly the sound of a nasally voice snapped her away from her thoughts, "What're you smiling at, mudblood?" She turned towards the owner of the voice.

Pansy Parkinson of course. That meant the blonde ferret would be somewhere near too. Or maybe he bailed just like Ron?

Just as she was about to verbalise her thoughts she saw a lithe and muscled body walk around the corner. Dressed in black head to toe like usual, hair gel traded for a naturally messy look long ago, and hooded silver eyes, Draco Malfoy looked exactly like the forbidden pleasure he was. Hermione' heart beat sped up just a smidge, the rosy colour on her cheeks intensified just a bit and her breaths came out that much faster. All of this happenening in mere seconds.

He turned to Pansy and said, "Pans. Go back to the Common Room. Blaise was looking for you. Said he had something to give you, if you get what I mean." Pansy let out a huge squeal and without a thought as to who she was leaving Draco with, ran back the way she had come.

There were just the two of them in the dimly lit corridor now. That was his purpose. But now that they were ACTUALLY alone, he faltered. His lips parted, "Filthy Mudblood." He whispered. No, he thought in horror. He didn't mean to. He had given up on that a long time ago. If there was anyone not filthy, it was Hermione Granger. She was pure as untrodden snow. Not a soul could call her filthy, least of all him.

Just as he was about to turn away and leave, shame making it impossible for him to utter another word, she stepped up to him, their noses almost touching, grey speckled silver looking into shades of brown. Their breaths became one. He followed her lips as they came closer to him, and went up to his ears. She whispered in a husky voice, "You wish you knew how filthy I am, Draco"

With that, she walked away. Her heart almost beating out of her chest, a huge smile on her face. She didn't know where the confidence had come from, but she certainly wasn't complaining. She got to see the imperturbable Draco Malfoy fluster in front of her, BECAUSE of her.

The only thing Draco could think at that point, however, was "Thank Merlin Hogwarts robes are so baggy or God forbid where we would've been right now."