Draco Malfoy and the Seven

Ghosts of Hogwarts Past

February 4th, 2003

Hermione's POV

"What the Fuck!" rang out in the otherwise silent room, followed swiftly by Hermione being jerked to her feet and slung over Malfoy's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Malfoy, have you gone mental?" Harry called after them as Malfoy made his way down the halls of St. Mungo's.

"Malfoy you caveman! Put me down this instant!" Hermione shouts as she repeatedly slaps him anywhere her hands can reach.

A grunt is the only response she receives at a particularly hard hit to a kidney before he steps into the flu and calls out "Kensington Malfoy.".

She feels herself being unceremoniously dropped onto a couch in what she assumes is Malfoy's flat. Struggling to right herself, she huffs as Malfoy makes quick work of locking the flu.

"Malfoy what the fuck do you think you are doing? You can't throw me about like some sort of neanderthal. Have you gone completely mental? Because that is the only reason, I would accept your behavior." She taps her foot furiously, tilting her head back to look up at the infuriatingly blank expression on Malfoy's face.

He seems to consider answering her for a moment but eventually decides against it as he goes back to adding wards around his flat.

"Is that how you want to play this?" She gives him an incredulous look before gritting her teeth and reaching into her pocket to retrieve her wand. She would teach him a lesson about manhandling people. Finding her pocket empty she lets out a screech. "Give me back my wand Draco, this instant! I swear to Merlin, I don't know what has taken possession of your insipid troll brain, but if you don't return my wand to me in three seconds, I will make you regret it."

Again, Malfoy seems to consider her demand but decides against it. She watches him turn away from her, making his way towards a flight of stairs. If that's how he wants to do this, then fine. She stomps towards the staircase, grabbing one of Malfoy's long legs, clad in black muggle jeans. He lets out a humph as he barely catches himself in time to avoid his face from hitting the wooden step below him.

"What the fuck Granger!" He growls. Hermione, not wasting her advantage over the much stronger and taller Malfoy, throws herself on top of him which causes him to release a humph as the air leaves his body.

"Give my wand back you great oaf!" She yells while running her hands over his body in an attempt to locate her wand. Malfoy manages to turn himself over, so they are facing each other. She feels a vicelike grip wrap firmly around her wrists before they are trapped behind her back in Draco's unrelenting hold. At this point they are both breathing hard, she realizes she is laying flush against his body with her hands pinned behind her back, which pushes her chest further against his own, his exhale meets her inhale in a steady rhythm like a pendulum swinging.

"Witch, this is exactly why I won't give you your wand. You are entirely too stubborn and hot-headed to listen to a word I have to say. Once you've calmed down, I will explain myself, but not a word before then." He huffs out. They are nearly nose to nose and she can see a hard glint in his eyes, perspiration beginning to shine against his porcelain skin. She is sure her hair is a right fright, feeling curls around her face beginning to cling to the sweat against her skin. The smell of mint on his breath messed with her senses, she'd always found the smell especially intoxicating.

"Fine." She hisses before she feels the muscles of Malfoy's abdomen and arms flex, he brings her into a sitting position in his lap, and moving into a standing position he carries her back to the couch and sets her down gently.

"Now, I am going to explain myself, but I will not give your wand back until I've finished, and you remain calm. Deal?" She wants to smack the shrewd look he gives her right off his face, but she wants answers and her wand more, so she decides to bide her time. She only offers a nod in acceptance of his terms.