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Hair sticking to her skin, sweat coating her body, she ran up yet another flight of stairs.
Once she made it to the top, she chanced a stop to turn and watch her chaser whirl around the corner.
His eyes locked onto her at the top step.
“You’re going to get it this time Granger, mark my words,” he spat at her, visibly out of breath.
“You always say that,” she said with a shallow laugh. Three more flights, two more hallways, and four corners to her room.
Both of their chest heaving trying to catch a breath, then he moved a fraction of an inch and she began to sprint again.
One corner.
She tripped on the third step on the flight of stairs, he gained his speed.
First hallway, second corner she didn’t slow down enough and hit the opposite wall. He was closer this time.
Second staircase, he missed footing when he tried taking steps three at a time.
Last hallway and staircase she made several large strides to get further in front of him. The running was beginning to blur her eyesight causing tears to run down her face from the wind.
She screamed her portrait password yards before she got close, the door swung open, and she grabbed the handle to slam it in his face knowing the wards would keep him out as long as the door wasn’t open.
She could hear his fists slam on the door, as he began to curse with frustration, she knees finally went out on her.
“You got away this time Granger, but mark my words, I’ll get you before the summer ends!”
When the war ended several things came swiftly to a head. Draco Malfoy was left orphaned, seeing as his parents were sent off to Azkaban despite testimony from Harry Potter. Since he was still under the age of 18, barely, and didn’t finish his last year, he was placed into the care of Horace Slughorn. Which resulted in Malfoy having to spend the remainder of the summer at Hogwarts, awaiting the new year and his freedom.
Hermione Granger on the other hand, heard about the damage in the library and volunteered to help restore the ancient texts. Her parent’s memory couldn’t be returned, and it turned out the kiss with Ronald was a fluke in the moment type of thing. Rather than awkwardly staying with the Weasley’s she decided to spend the summer at Hogwarts. Headmistress McGonagall was more than happy to have an extra wand and was hoping a bridge might be built between Gryffindor and Slytherin this summer.
However, it wasn’t a bridge that was built that summer, oh no, what was built could only be described as one thing.
Sexual tension.
Not the normal kind either. Not really sure who started it, but Hermione and Draco began to pull pranks on each other that slowly got worse and worse. Which often resulted in one chasing the other through the halls screaming at each other, sometimes cursing each other.
When it first started happening on a smaller scale the professors would try to get involved, but eventually they became resigned to the fact that it wouldn’t stop. Most afternoons when the screaming began you could hear one of the professor’s mumble, “I’m not paid enough for this.”
Seeing as it was now two weeks before the start of term something needed to be done about the two students. After much deliberation and voting by the staff, we decided to spike them with a libido potion. Illegal, yes. Needed, also yes.
It wouldn’t make you do anything you wouldn’t normally do, nor would it create feelings or lust if it wasn’t already there. So, we did what was sensible, we got them to drink the potion, and we all left the castle for the next 24 hours.
Now you might be thinking this was an extreme solution. However, this wasn’t the first intervention. Originally, when the new headmaster began to notice the longing glances when they thought no one was watching they forced the two students to share the Head Boy’s and Girl’s room. Seeing as they were going to receive the titles anyway in a couple months there was no objection between the professors on moving them. Not to mention they were further away from the classrooms and the screaming in the hallways became less insufferable if you couldn’t hear it.
Although the two became closer by reading together in the common room, occasionally sharing the same couch. They couldn’t seem to actually get the courage to speak to each other outside sporadically getting into arguments about theory and other school subjects.
The pranks generally only occurred in the morning usually ending by the late afternoon with plenty of time to discuss their latest reads. It seemed to be a unspoken agreement that by three in the evening no more pranking could occur.
Hermione’s potion was delivered in a pumpkin juice, and Draco’s in a cup of earl tea with two sugars.
Despite the oddity of the thought, Hermione began to find herself aimlessly wandering the castle in search of Malfoy. However, after locating the blonde, rather than finding the need to jump his bones she felt an intense desire to tease the Slytherin relentlessly. It started with a brush of her hand on his as she reached across him for a book.
Although the Slytherin had also been drugged he didn’t quite feel the same effect of the potion seeing as this was how he felt most days around the curly witch. Draco would love to say that the feeling was more resent but with blood purity no longer effecting his day-to-day life he no longer had to shove his feelings away.
It generally started with a sick feeling in his stomach when she arrived in the library with the little prance she always did. Which then proceeded to get worse throughout the day depending on the level of teasing.
However, Granger took it too far this time.
They weren’t given a heads up that the professors had planned an outing but seeing as the worked needed to be finished before the beginning of their “eighth year” they both independently decided to continue working in the library.
Draco was intensely aware the instant the Gryffindor was nearby seeing as she often hummed when putting the books away. Occasionally when he was lucky, he walked by her row just in time to see her reach up to return the book which lifted the hem of her shirt just enough to show some skin.
Seeing as school wasn’t in session Granger often walked around the school in muggle clothes. She had a pair of shorts she often wore to breakfast in the morning that just barely covered her ass in the most delicious way.
She wore the shorts again this afternoon with a tight t-shirt that made his pants just a tad bit too tight.
The shelves were bewitched to put the books away once they were released at the right shelf. However, one of the shelves must have been spelled wrong when it began spitting books off the topmost shelf.
This was the exact predicament that forced Granger onto a ladder while Draco stood below to maintain her stability. Unfortunately for Granger she was so high up that the only relatively safe hand placement was on her upper thigh under the curve of her ass.
It’s not quite clear who become more distracted, Hermione who had Draco’s large hands on her quivering thighs, or Draco who was staring at her ass imaging his hands on other things. However, one thing led to the other and Hermione managed to fall off the ladder on top of the grouchy blonde.
The witch was in his lap with their lips inches from each other when she whispered, “I always thought you’d look great with pink hair.”
Freezing he said, “what?”
She reached up twisting a piece on his now pink hair around her finger, “your hair,” she clarified.
Draco leaned back just enough for her to glimpse his smirk.
“Like I give a shit Granger, as long as your hands are in my hair and mine are on your ass,” he growled squeezing.
Hermione didn’t have a chance to show her surprise seeing as the now pink haired boy covered her mouth with his lips. The kiss was heated and filled with sexual tension and longing.
When they finally broke apart Draco pushed a lock of hair behind her ear grinning, “I told you I’d get you by the end of the summer.” Which only resulted in another round of kissing.
The professors couldn’t be sure how things actually turned out between the two, you could still hear them occasionally yelling at each other, but with their magical arguments rather than pranks. Draco sported pink hair till the beginning of the school year which seemed odd but seeing as the brunette seemed to constantly touch the pink locks it seemed purposeful.
The library was completed with two weeks till the beginning of the term and the heads could often be seen cuddling on the school’s grounds while respectively reading. During the school year the two were often seen partnering with each other on projects yet the longing glances didn’t seem to end. Soon the professors were taking bets to see how long it was going to take Draco to get her to marry him, but they knew he was going to eventually get her.