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Title: The Extreme

Author: Enchanted Ink

Disclaimer: Harry Potter indica is the property of J. K. Rowling and the Warner Bros. Association; NOT ME.

Summary: H. A. Granger is in love- with the youngest male Weasley. There is one problem. Ron is no longer an innocent, awkward boy, and she has come to the conclusion that he is after another girl... Her enemy is a master in the art of relationships, and she will do anything for his council.

Rating: PG-13 for possible:

-Language

-Sexual Content

-Violence

-Drugs &/or Alcohol

Extra Info.: Words in italic indicate thought or emphasis on the given term.

A/N: I'm sorry I took so long to post. Again. I swear I'll try harder. Thank you SO MUCH to:

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I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint you. R/R! And when you see who's coming, don't shoot me, it's there for a reason :)

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8

Draco Malfoy's senses were surging strongly through his body.

He could feel her fingers etch undefined designs on his flesh.

He could hear her breath against the drum of his ear.

He could smell the distinct aroma of the lavendar candles and another scent, her own.

His desire was so strong, he could almost taste it.

As he saw all of it, and he did and did not want to believe it was real.

It took him a moment to come to the conclusion that their lesson had been closed, and that people were pulling closer to their location. Somewhere throughout all of this, he had shut his eyes, but now they were wide open in shock and surprise. It was a good thing Hermione was a quick thinker, because she pulled him up to the back row of Divination tables and knelt down. Luckily the shadows were shelter.

Draco peered over a bean bag chair stationed in front of his doubled form. He saw the table in the center of the room, still perfectly set, with candles still aglow. The loveseat was set up so that anyone sitting on it would get a good view of the fireplace, which was convenient for their escape. The picnic basket lay abandoned nearby.

Apparently somebody else thought it was smart to skip supper as well.

After his brain stated the obvious, he stopped thinking and started observing, as if his thoughts were loud enough to give away their position. It was then that he realized one side of him was warm, the other colder. He looked down and saw that Hermione's body was pressed next to him, from shoulder to shoe. He was comfortable, even if she didn't have a choice. If she moved over, her hair and robes would be exposed. Her body stiffened, and he looked over.

Harry Potter and Cho Chang were standing over the trap door.

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Hermione Granger stifled a gasp and stiffened.

I thought he was over Cho! He's liked her for years, and they've already attempted a relationship of sorts. I wish I was surprised he didn't tell me, but we haven't exactly been communicating lately.

She glanced over at her companion and cocked her head. The transition was amazing; moments before Draco Malfoy had been her victim, with a lazy, hazy expression. Now he was steady and still, breathing so quietly she couldn't hear it when he inhaled and exhaled. She turned back to the table.

"Oh Harry! You're are so sweet! You prepared this for me?" Cho's voice was feminine- in fact, everything about her was. She had long, curly black hair and wide brown eyes that made her look innocent. Pouting pink lips and a finger that made men wrap around it completed her appearance.

Hermione studied Harry's face. He was thinking, she knew. She could see the wheels and buttons and machines whirring and flashing in his head. She knew what he would say before he even said it.

"Um... Yes! I wanted a special setting for a special girl."

Hermione cackled under her breath and glared at Draco as his elbow made contact with her ribs. How corny can he get? Even I know better than to say something like that! The scene unfolded before her eyes.

Harry and Cho had dessert as their first and last meal- chocolate cheesecake with mint sprinkled on top. That could've been Malfoy and me. The thought was so sudden it sparked irritation in her. Minutes before she had felt Draco begin to soften his shoulders and his knees and now they were leaning against each other. Not that they had much of a choice, their shelter was small, but still...

After dinner they moved to the window. Cho gazed at the grounds. Harry gazed at Cho. He was so obviously in love with her it made Hermione humiliated for him.

Harry is a great person. He deserves to want someone who wants him back.

After that they moved to the loveseat. Harry took his place as far to the left as he could, trying to contain the calm facade he had managed to create. When she moved closer, he was visibly affected. Now Hermione put her head in her hands and shook it slightly, wishing the evening were over. She glanced over at Draco thoughtlessly, catching him glancing at her. Their eyes connected. Draco's were humored. Hers, she knew, were not.

And then came the sound. She knew what they were doing. So did Draco. And then a thought occured to her.

If Harry or Cho saw us, they would think...

Her thoughts were stopped when a whirring object caught her attention. A lacy pink tank top flew up a few feet and landed at Harry's feet. Draco's eyebrows arched as he studied her reaction for what she felt was the millionth time. Hermione, however, was thinking about her own under things. About how boring her under things were. She wondered how far Harry would let this go.

After about twenty minutes they were finished with their snogging session and, after extinguishing the candles, they left, hand in hand.

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Draco tried to stand. Hermione tried to stand. They had been leaning against each other the entire time, and a stiffness had settled over them both. Now she fell backward, landing on the beanbag. She groped for his hand blindly, but her fingers wrapped around his arm instead. Without time to think, his weight was on top of her on the beanbag.

He was aware of how awkward their situation was. His chest was pressed against hers, his hip bones digging against hers. Instinct made him move his mouth closer to hers, but he pulled back. A flicker of disappointment was spotted, but she let her face freeze into what she hoped was a scowl.

"That was interesting, huh? Who would've thought that Potter and that hot-" His sentence was cut short.

"I don't want to hear about my friend's sexual agenda. It's not exactly entertaining."

"Really?"

"Really." Her mouth was in a firm line, as if this was the sudden end of their discussion.

"Well, now about the lessons. We've covered hobbies, Quidditch. We've covered dates, dinner and dancing. We've even covered first date physical functions."

"Um..." She seemed uncertain.

"My image could be modified sooner as opposed to later. You and I both know I'm not exactly model material." Draco studied her. Something in her tone was not normal. Then a light bulb flashed in his brain as he realized she was self-concious... Because of him.

"That could be arranged. I'll say one thing, though. Whatever we work on must not be paraded in public. You have to go from normal to... Not." She nodded.

"When's the next lesson?"

"Well, today is Sunday. Tomorrow you start detention. Wednesday during dinner would be ideal, and there is a Hogsmeade trip on Friday. We could make some purchases then. Is that okay with you?" Hermione thought for a moment and nodded. It's not as if I have plans on Wednesday and Friday. It's not like I ever have plans, period.

They made their departure from the tower, but not before whisking away the wonderful setting with their wands. Hermione felt a twinge of regret, thinking wistfully of what would've been if they hadn't been interrupted.

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It was Monday, and Hermione was moody.

Damn detention! Now I'll never get my Potions essay done. Severus Snape is such a bad professor. What kind of human assigns forty inches on vampire cures due TWO days after it's given?

Her thoughts came to a halt as a hand came to rest on her shoulder. She looked up into a pair of gleaming green eyes and felt sudden surprise as a smile came to her. "Harry!"

"I've been thinking, Hermione, that I haven't been a good friend."

"You have?"

"Yes."

"Well, you could be worse. You could be Ron."

Harry frowned. "Ron is... Irresponsible. He's letting fame get to his head. He thinks I can't relate. How could I not be able to relate?"

Hermione shrugged.

If anyone could relate, Harry could. He's had adults come up to him, pushing and shoving just for a hand shake.

"Anyway, all I'm saying is that we should spend some more time together. I can't say when, due to our pathetic Potion's master and his bizarre moods, but just remember this conversation, okay?"

"Okay. I think that's a good idea." They exchanged their goodbyes and Hermione's brows creased as she pondered his sudden change of heart. She stood from the wooden bench and trotted to Gryffindor Tower. She hadn't been there in ages.

The Head Boy and the Head Girl were allowed to have the password to any house. The prefects were allowed only to have the password of the house they were from, and to the kitchens. Of course, they already knew it as did all of the people in Hogwarts, but they still put up surprised faces for the teachers benefits.

Exchanging polite conversation with the Fat Lady, she made her way into the empty Common Room, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw it was empty. All of the students were down in the Great Hall, eating their meal. She looked around and grinned. This was going to be easy.

Ah, there it is.

It was a big, blue trunk with large, deceiving silver locks. It looked impossible to open, but all you had to do was know the secret phrase. It was sort of a memoir, left behind by the infamous Fred and George Weasley.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," Hermione whispered, and the locks lifted as silently as her words were spoken. She lifted it and knew that her eyes looked glazed over. Inside was every kind of item needed for the perfect prank kit. Holding it up she swallowed. This was it. She only hoped it would work.

A fake wand.

"Mischief managed."

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Professor Binns was hovering and scowling when Hermione dashed in, five minutes late. "Miss Granger, what in the world has gotten into you?" Ron watched their exchange silently, staring back and forth from the ghost to the girl.

"Well-"

"Well, what? First you get caught cheating, then you ditch detention, and now you have the nerve to be late? Ten points from Gryffindor."

"On the day that I was caught cheating, it was sweltering and it may be assumed that the heat got to my head. I didn't deliberately ditch detention, I was writing a forty inch essay for Professor Snape, and I was late just now because I had to help a first year with her homework."

All three were lies... And she was proud.

"Very well. You still have detention, though. Now, the both of you, hand over your wands." She reached for the replica, knowing that her hands were sweating. "Now, how fast you finish is up to you. If you decide to be lazy, you'll be here until tomorrow. You'd best not tarry." He pointed to a wooden contraption on the wall. "Do you know what that is?" Hermione nodded.

"It's referred to as a Wand Returner, a device used by staff members at schools to use for detentions. The professor puts the wands into the slots and when the task is done satisfactory, the student will be able to take their wand back by themselves."

He left, placing the wands into the slots, and Ron spoke.

"Hermione, the day we were cheating, it was forty degrees."

She nodded.

"The day you ditched detention, the essay for Snape hadn't been assigned yet."

She shrugged.

"So, why were you really late?" She pulled out the wand and he frowned, trying to realize its meaning. Muttering different spells and incantations she had memorized, the room went from being repulsive to really clean.

"But you already gave Professor Binns your wand, remember?"

She walked to the door, hoping that her steps were at least slightly feminine, and grabbed the wands from the wood. She muttered under her breath to the replica and grinned as it burst into a rubber frog. His eyes grew wider as he finally began to catch on.

"I'd make your brothers so proud," she said, and threw his wand to him. She threw the rubber frog away into the nearest trash can and put her own back into her pocket.

She headed for the exit and turned one last time. His eyes were still locked on her.

Hermione Granger had served detention in five minutes flat, and she did the only thing she could think of...

She smirked.

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