Draco Malfoy was headed up to the Ravenclaw Tower, to pick up Su Li, who he'd have rounds with. Hermione Granger was leaving the library, just a little late for getting back to Gryffindor House before curfew. She did this frequently, enjoying the nice, unencumbered walk back.

Draco Malfoy was never early, so it was surprising to the two Hufflepuffs heading back to their Common Room to see him heading up so soon.

Unbeknownst to them, Draco was lurking...

Hermione felt his hands on her arm, skillfully tugging her into an alcove - with skills more battle-honed than she'd have figured, actually. Most people would cover someone's mouth in that sort of situation... figuring that they'd be likely to call out otherwise. But not Draco...

His lips pressing against hers swiftly drove all thoughts of ... well, anything, out of her mind. Soft and gentle, and then demanding, as his arms curled around her, pressing her against his chest. "I had to see you..." Draco muttered softly, "You've been distracting me all day."

Hermione pressed a light kiss to his lips, and then arched her back, pulling back as she laid a finger vertically on his lips. "You're sweet, but hush. We need you."

Draco Malfoy made to puff his chest out (an interesting position with his arms still around Hermione's lower back). "Oh, you do, do you? Whatever for?"

"Harry -" Hermione started, only for Draco to roughly cut her off.

"Oh, the Walking Guilt Complex needs me? I can't imagine what for." Draco Malfoy said, his smile cutting. Hermione just sat there blinking a moment, surprised at his uncanny insight.

"Advice, ideas, knowledge." Hermione said promptly.

"What, does he think I've suddenly become your clone?" Draco Malfoy said, the mocking tone light with glee.

"No... Its-" Hermione said, and Draco enjoyed seeing her flummoxed for a change. "Dumbledore wants Harry to treat with the goblins."

Draco Malfoy got a nasty grin on his face, and said quite cockily, "Hasn't told him why he's asking, has he?"

Hermione said, "Um... no?"

Draco Malfoy said, "Figures. 8pm, tommorrow, in the room the toad couldn't find without help. We'll be there." Draco's lips met Hermione's as he pulled her tight.

"Mustn't be late. Ta!" He said, as he left in a swirl of black robes.

... wait, we?

[a/n: Draco always has known more about Harry than the stuff he generally skirmishes with. Just because the Slytherins pride themselves on knowing the truth, doesn't mean that they always feel compelled to use it.

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