Just an Itch

The Catwalk

Hermione exited the classroom but didn't make it further than the front door. Upon closing it she turned around, her head hitting the door as she let out a long breath she didn't know she had been holding. Out of all the classrooms in the world, the last person Hermione expected to see was Bella. Her guard was thrown so quickly, she needed a moment to recover. How could one woman get under her skin so quickly? It was wrong and she knew it but a part of her got excited by the words of her professor.  "Why did my one night stand goddess of a woman have to be my professor? And why am I her teaching assistant? It's like the cosmos are out to get me here," she closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. Surely it was just a physical attraction and she could curb the advances of her professor. It was only ever meant to be a one time thing. "I just need some air and to regroup," she thought as she took a few more deep breaths. Her calming time didn't last long when she heard a familiar voice jostle her out of her headspace.

"Granger?" Draco approached her and touched her shoulder when she didn't immediately open her eyes, "are you sure you are feeling okay?" She nodded but didn't answer, still lost in her own thoughts. "Did my aunt drill you hard in there?"

Hermione's eyes snapped open, "pardon?"

"Was she really giving it to you? You were in there for a while. She can be rough," Draco had a concerned look on his face. "She really knows how to bang out all the details."

Hermione's eyes widened, "what?"

"I think you need some coffee," Draco gave her a worried expression and grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the class. When they got outside, Hermione took a deep breath of fresh air, filling her lungs with the substance like she had been deprived of oxygen all morning.  Draco finally felt her body relax, "man she must have been hard on you."

"Oh your aunt?"

"Who else? You were in there awhile. I'm guessing she was railing you for not paying attention to her."

Hermione couldn't stop picturing all the innuendos Draco had unknowingly been spewing and it was filling her mind with all sorts of delicious and inappropriate thoughts of his aunt. "No, she was just letting me know about my teaching. Stuff like that," she waved him off. "She was perfectly friendly. No worries," she saw him nod in her peripheral vision so she continued, "Ginny will be happy. I'm the TA of Art History."

"Oh?" Draco asked amused, "Harry's in the class. They will be hounding you for answers I'm sure."

Hermione laughed, "well at least I'll have two friendly faces in the class." They walked a little longer, Hermione relaxing more and more the further away from the building they were. "They will be disappointed."

"Why?"

"I promised you Aunt I wouldn't give out any answers." They laughed as they placed their orders at the coffee cart. Draco paid as he usually insisted, a fight Hermione gave up long ago. "Does your aunt know about Harry?"

Draco shrugged, "she knows I'm gay if that's what your asking," he looked over as she took a sip of her cold brew, "but I feel like your asking more. She's fine with me being gay. She knew long ago. Actually," he took a drink before continuing , "she was one of the first people I came out to. It was easy with her being half way across Europe. She told me she was proud of me." He smiled when Hermione reached out and squeezed his hand. "But I'm not sure if she knows that Harry is my Harry. Maybe you can tell her, for me."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "doubtful."

"Hey... it was worth a shot."

"Come on," Hermione pulled her friend through campus back towards their flat complex. "You don't have any more classes this morning?"