A cautious Professor McGonagall walked several paces behind Hermione and the Malfoy patriarch, watching the latter suspiciously.
Hermione looked down at her feet while she strolled, "What did you need to talk about?", she asked.
Lucius smirked at her obvious nervousness, "It has come to my attention…that a relationship has,er, blossomed between my son and you."
"Yes.", Hermione responded, looking up at the older man.
"Huh", Lucius scoffed, "Surely you must realize that this is unacceptable."
"To who?", Hermione challenged, "To you? Well, last I checked, your input didn't matter."
Eyes flashing dangerously, Lucius halted, and breathed deeply.
"I do have a suggestion.", he said.
Hermione looked at him expectantly.
"The only way…",he started, "that you could ever be with my son, is if you became his mistress."
"No way in hell! Neither him or I would agree with that!"
Lucius laughed, "Then I'm sorry my dear, but I'll have to take care of you myself."
He raised his wand, "Avada-"
Hermione saw a flash of grey and brown and suddenly Lucius was on the ground. Professor McGonagall stood over him panting, with a heavy looking tree branch cradled in her arms.
She turned to Hermione and chuckled softly, "Magic might have been more effective, but I've wanted to do that for years."
Hermione laughed then examined the fallen man more closely, "Damn it, he's not dead!"
The professor glared at her, "Ms. Granger-"
Raising her arms in a gesture of surrender Hermione said , "Hey, don't look at me, you were the one who hit him with a giant stick."
Mouth twitching slightly, Professor McGonagall levitated the unconscious man.
"We must hurry." She said squinting at the fading sun, "It will be dark soon."
Draco paced angrily in the courtyard, while an exasperated Harry attempted to calm him down.
"She'll be back soon, I'm sure." Harry said in a soothing tone.
The only reply he got was a growl from Draco. Suddenly, a Slytherin fifth year tottered over to the platinum blonde and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey I hear your girl has gone missing.", he said cheekily, "You look kind of upset, you don't actually miss the Mudblood do ya?"
This last remark sent a group of students near the edge of the courtyard into gales of laughter. Seeing their reaction only encouraged the obnoxious fifth year.
He grinned at Draco and continued, "How'd you end up with her anyway? A prudish stuck up Gryffindor."
Draco turned his head slowly toward him, and smiled. He had found it, the perfect outlet for his frustration.
The boy looked uncertainly at him, not expecting this reaction. Draco chuckled softly, then whipped his arm out and clutched his collar. The boy jerked away, but Draco's grip was firm.
The perfect plan formulating in his mind, Draco strode away, dragging the terrified fifth year behind him. Ignoring Harry's pleads to let the kid go, Draco headed for the dungeons.
"LET ME GO!", the now battered fifth year screamed.
Draco turned around, and gasped.
A angry Professor McGonagall started scolding the Head Boy, but Draco's focus was on a grinning Hermione standing behind her.
"Hermione…", he whispered softly.
"Draco,", she said cocking one hip and crossing her arms, "What are you trying to do with that poor boy?"
Choosing to avoid her question, he threw the boy in question to the side, and in a few strides reached Hermione.
He wrapped his arms around her, and gently pulled her closer.
"I've missed you." He said nuzzling her neck.
Hermione sighed in response, and buried her head in his chest.
Using one slender finger to tilt her chin up, Draco kissed her, and felt that everything was how it was supposed to be.
A/N: I'm not sure whether to leave it at that or add another chapter…but I'm pretty happy with that. Let me know what you think!