This was supposed to be a one-shot but it went crazy on me... Hope you guys enjoy. :D

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Rating: Due to bad words and sexual situations. It will rise.

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PLAIN JANE HERMIONE GRANGER

Chapter One

Plain Jane.

That’s who she had always been, it was even part of her fucking middle name. Hermione epitomized the very idea of a Plain Jane. There was nothing exceptional about her, only her intellect, she wasn’t funny, outgoing, or even very nice. No, the best that could be said about her was that she was loyal, relentless and ambitious. Normally she wouldn’t dwell on such things, however one tended to analyze one’s attributes when Draco Malfoy asked you out.

Four times.

With red roses and chocolates.

She wasn’t they type to be romanced or seduced. It just wasn’t her. The whole idea of being courted by Malfoy tickled her. He was suave, a pureblood and rich enough to be considered mildly attractive. His usual women were beautiful busty purebloods. Hermione was lacking in all three of his requisites. So yeah Malfoy had asked mousy Granger out four times and been refused; it really did make her laugh. She felt quite satisfied with herself. What had he thought, that he would swoop in with that charming smile, waving the most generic flower and she, the lonely bookworm, would fall at his feet? Fucking prat.

Hermione stirred her potion a little too hard, making the glass stirring rod crack loudly on the side of the cauldron. She smiled at her assistants, Sully and Jaime, and bid them to keep working. They were good kids both of them, the best of the students at the university she worked for had to offer, but way too nosy for their own good. Her office was brimming with red roses, and as soon as they had found out they had come from Malfoy they had kept pestering her for info, making fun of her as twenty year olds were bound to. Not even the threat of replacing them had any effect.

Malfoy had donated a huge sum of money to the university and consequently the institution was having a building named after him. He could be seen swaggering around the campus as if he owned it. For the past month she had the misfortune of seeing him at least once a week. Yes, he’d asked her out every week. She had the suspicion that Malfoy was the sort who wanted what he couldn’t have, someone who enjoyed a challenge, the more impossible it seemed the better. Perhaps the first time Malfoy had approached her he had thought it was going to be easy, and when she flat out told him no fucking way it was as if she had thrown down the gauntlet. He was in for a surprise because Plain Janes didn’t date men like Draco Malfoy. Never.

Plain Janes were smart and meticulous, knowing that involvement with Malfoy-like specimens would only end in disaster, heartbreak and possibly insanity. Her cool logic would keep her safe from whatever Malfoy tried. She was immune to him, he had absolutely no effect on her, nope she didn’t even feel the slightest twinge of emotion for him.

Two strong arms came around her, a rough sandpapery cheek rubbing affectionately into the crook of her neck, the scent of expensive cologne enveloping her. “What are you working on, sweet?”

Flustered, Hermione pushed him back, looking around for her assistants, found them leaving the laboratory in giggles. “Get out.”

“Don’t be rude, darling. I only came to-”

“The answer is still no.”

“Ahh, Granger, don’t be so hasty. One date, I’ll guarantee you won’t be disappointed,” he leaned into her, trapping her between his body and the lab table, his hands coming to rest on either side of her.

“Get over yourself,” she spat, but felt her knees buckled from nervousness and something else she wasn’t willing to define. “You come to my place of work, disrupt my schedule and scare away my assistants and expect me to agree to go out with you because you think you’re some type of Adonis. Screw you.”

“I think I like you more and more every time you curse at me.”

“Now, listen Malfoy, if this is some sort of stupid goal you set up for yourself, I’d advise you to quit right away. I’m not some damn floozy that will melt at your feet from the slightest attention you graciously bestow upon me. Furthermore, I’ll have you know that I… mmph!”

Hermione threw a vicious right hook that had Malfoy stumbling back. “Don’t you ever do that again!”

Draco clutched his jaw tenderly, looking a bit dazed. Then he turned to look at her furious woman that had sucker punched him and almost knocked him flat on his ass and started laughing uproariously. “I see you still haven’t outgrown your violent tendencies.”

“What the hell was that about?”

“I kissed you,” he stated in a matter of fact voice. “I thought it would be quite dashing of me. It always works much better in books and movies.”

“Next time you try to be dashing with me, I’ll hex your balls off.”

“Warning duly noted,” he said smiling.

Hermione flipped him off, took her lab coat off and walked to her small office planning to shut the door in his face.

“So are we on for Saturday night?” he called after her.

“No!”

Hermione closed the door and leaned against it, her skin still zinging from his touch, his kiss, his scent. Fucking prat. The last four times he’d come mid-morning, this time he had tricked her into thinking he had given up by showing up at the end of the day. She knew it was the reason she had been irritable and on edge the whole day… she’d been expecting him, half hoping he would show up and half thanking her lucky stars because he had lost interest so quickly. The roses in her office mocked her, showing her just how much Malfoy affected her, how much she wanted to abandon her logic and jump into something she knew would end up being the dumbest mistake of her life.

She hid in her office until she was absolutely sure he had gone, walked out to finish her work, knowing that the potion she had been working on was now nothing more than gunk. A single red rose in full bloom decorated her table, with a note apologizing for ruining her potion. Fucking red roses, she didn’t want his stupid flowers, didn’t want the same lame ass handling he gave his other women. But what did she expect, it was only because she had snub him that he was still interested in her. Plain Janes didn’t inspire uncontrolled passions, didn’t require any special treatment, weren’t subjected to grand gestures of love. So she had to settled with what she got. She took the rose and put it back into her office, with all the dozen others she had received from him and once again assured herself that she would never let Malfoy into her heart. She was too smart to buy his well- practiced routine.

“I saw Malfoy walking out with a giant smirk on his face. I take it you finally gave in?”

“Nope. I remain firm to my convictions,” she told Trenton Morris, an associate charms professor, whom she’d gone out with twice already. He was standing in the doorway, looking cute and rumpled, in the typical absentminded professor look, complete with horn-rimmed glasses and a sweater vest. He was very adorable and good looking in a geeky kind of way.

“Really? He seemed pretty damn happy for someone who has just been rejected for the, what is it this time, fifth time? I came in here to make sure you’re still available for next Friday night.”

“Of course I am. You don’t think me so flighty, do you?”

He grinned good naturedly at her and snatched her about the waist. “This is Draco Malfoy we’re talking about.”

“He has nothing on you,” she said and meant it. Trent was perfect in all aspects, someone she could really see herself with, but she shifted away uncomfortably when his mouth descended to plant a kiss to her lips. “I have so much work to do…”

“Yes, sorry to have interrupted you.”

Hermione smiled gratefully. "Thanks."

She hadn’t told Malfoy he was dating Trent, because frankly it was none of his business and because another part of her, the meaner side of her, rejoiced in the fact that while Malfoy was practically begging to go out with her she was already in the beginning stages of another relationship… and he had no idea about. It was almost as if she was cheating on him. The thought, however, brought no satisfaction and only horrible guilt. She supposed if she were to tell him that she was dating someone else, he would only be more determined to have her, his competitive nature taking over. But he would soon be giving up if she remained unresponsive and cold toward him.

Really how long could his interest in someone like her last?

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It was already dark when Hermione finally finished her work. Malfoy's little visit had cost her precious time, even with the help of her two pain in the ass little nosy helpers she was had to start the potion that Malfoy had ruined from the very begining and that meant that she was now behind on her schedule. She cursed Malfoy, walking fast toward the university's floo network, eager to get home and cuddle her cat and try forget all about Malfoy. Soon, Hermione thought, he would tire of her soon enough. She was looking forward to it, when he stopped coming to badger her, but there was also a deep ache in the pit of her stomach.

Hermione sighed, breathing in the cool night air, no one had ever made much effort to a gain a date from her. It was... flattering. She supposed any woman would be thrilled at such behavior. If it had been anyone else other than Malfoy she proabably would have agreed to go out with them already, even if it was only to not be cruel. But it was Malfoy and she couldn't bring herself to believe that he would genuinely like her. He could have pratically any woman he wanted, mainly because of his money, and he wanted to be with her. It didn't make any sense.

A hand shot out of a large hedge and yanked her behind them, suddenly she found herself staring up at a smiling Malfoy, both her hands bound behind her back by Malfoy’s large one. Hermione tried to knee him, but his legs were firmly pinned over hers.

“Do you really want to be found with me under these circumstances?” He asked her when she was just about ready to scream. Hermione’s mouth clicked shut. “I didn’t think so.”

“What do you want?”

He leaned into her, kissed her jaw, “I think it’s pretty obvious.” He continued trailing kisses along her jaw line, making her shiver and involuntarily arch toward him.

“Let me go!”

“Gods, you feel good,” he told her kissing the corner of her mouth, his free hand coming around her waist. She struggled, trying to disentangle herself from him. He brushed a teasing kiss on her lips, “You drive me absolutely crazy with that cool attitude of yours, when I know your body is humming for my touch.” He nipped her bottom lip, and Hermione hated herself for gasping, for being so damn turned on and not being able to hide it from him. His scent was intoxicating, blocking all her senses, crisp, clean and expensive; she inhaled deeper drawing more of him in to her. He was suckling the side of her neck, and even in the knowledge that he was purposefully marking her she knew that this was the most toe-curling experience she had ever had. “You’re so fucking sexy, I can just imagine what you have hidden under these prim robes. It makes me want to take you right here…”

Her body and her brain were clashing thunderously, leaving her paralyzed. Like an idiot she remained motionless, not saying anything, letting him do what he wanted, listen to his crude words, kiss and fondle her, and she just closed her eyes, savoring the feelings that he was creating and berating herself for liking it so fucking much. With his free hand he pawned at her, his hand rough, almost hungrily roaming her prone body, kneading her breasts, burying it in her tangle of hair. He was breathing harshly, panting almost as he leaned down to plant a wet open mouth kiss on her unresponsive lips. Frustratingly, he groaned and moved away slightly, taking shuddering breath as he did so.

He loosened his hold on her, and gently kissed one closed eyelid and then the other, when they fluttered open he went back to her mouth for one last taste.

“If I were a gentleman I’d apologize for my despicable behavior but since we both know that’s not the case I’ll just say that I enjoyed myself quite thoroughly.” He released her and stepped back smirking. "See you around, Granger."

He left her there, leaning against the prickly hedge with rumpled hair and clothes, saturated in his lingering scent.

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TBC

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