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“Granger, this is unacceptable.” Draco had cornered her in the Entrance Hall, and she could not be more glad that it was too early to be seen by students. It would not do well for two probably-soon-to-be Professors to be seen in such a compromising position, and McGonagall would not be pleased.
“What is unacceptable is you almost harassing me in public, Malfoy” Hermione narrowed her eyes, her fingers curling into his robes, before shoving him off her.
“Want me to harass you in private?” Draco walked backwards, in front of her, a smarmy smirk on his pointy face, “Is that something you'd find acceptable?”
“I’m on my way to meet Professor McGonagall, Malfoy” She pushed past him, the clack of her heels echoing off the empty corridor. “I don't want to be tardy.”
“That is what I want to talk to you about.” Hermione found herself being pushed against a cold wall, an annoyed blonde git using all of his height to loom over her. “I just met with her, and she told me that someone else had applied for the potions position right after I did.”
Hermione swallowed, her palms beginning to feel sweaty, “There is nothing wrong with that, is there?” she leaned against the stone, looking straight into his steely gaze, “after all it is open to anyone who wishes to apply.”
“It sure is” his eyes dropped to her lips, seemingly tracing over her lower lip that was jutting out in defiance. “But what I find interesting is that no one had applied until last night when I put my name in, and the person who did so was already in the running for Arithmancy.”
“Maybe she likes potions too?” flashing a demure smile his way, she ducked under Draco’s outstretched arm and hurried towards the stairs.
“She likes potions, yes, but I think she likes to aggravate me more.” Draco called out, running a hand through his hair, then muttered, “Morgana’s left earlobe, this witch is going to be the death of me.”
He dashed after her, tugging on her robes as she rounded the bannister, “Stop, witch.” He pulled her into the alcove, pinning her against the wall again.
“Malfoy, if you're going to be hauling people into alcoves like a horny fifth year, I'll have to inform Professor McGonagall that you aren’t fit to be the next Potions Professor… bad example for the students and all that.”
“Shut it, prissy swot.” he dipped his head and brushed his lips against hers, and as her knees buckled, she was grateful that she could let her body sag against the wall behind her.
“If you are open to continuing this discussion after you meet with the Headmistress, back in Hogsmeade, I will convince you to proceed with your original application.” He was now peppering kisses down the side of her neck.
“It’s a date.” Hermione mouthed against his ear, nibbling on his earlobe in between words.
She pulled back, observing his flushed face and disoriented eyes, “Since you've been dragging your feet, I was forced to take necessary measures to push you to ask me out.” She swept past him, a spring in her step.