Enemy Seduction: Dramione

Diagnosed

Malfoy had been sullenly patrolling the halls for twenty minutes when he concluded that wandering deserted corridors at night was a pointless endeavor. Turning around and heading back to his dormitories, he hoped Hermione wasn't having a late-night studying session in the common room. The last thing he wanted was a lecture for blowing off patrol duties. Besides, even the sight of her pouring over numerous books with ink stains on her hands and face was enough to stir his blood. 

He sighed with relief when he slowly opened the door and found the common room unoccupied. Quietly, he walked towards his room, unfastening the ties of his robes as he went.

"Ronald, no! Stop! GET OFF!"

Malfoy froze at the sound of Hermione's cries, his eyes snapping to her door, noting that it was ajar.

"Damn it, Mione! What's wrong!" he heard Weasley yell.

"Don't you dare 'Damn it, Mione!' me, you selfish pig! You know I'm not ready for this! How many time do I have to tell you!"

"We've been together for a month now, Mione! I'm tired of waiting! I shouldn't have to wait! You say you love me, but you won't let me touch you!"

"It's not always about you, Ronald! This is about me! I'm just not ready!"

"Prudes never are!"

A tense silence was suddenly followed by a loud smack!

"Bloody hell, Mione! That hurt!" Weasley whined.

"Good! Now get out!" Hermione snapped.

"Mione, please! I'm sorry! Don't be angry with me. That was stupid of me. I'm an idiot."

"Yes, you are," she replied shortly.

"I love you so much, Mione," he said. "And I promise, I'll wait however long you need. Just don't be mad at me. Please," he finished softly.

Malfoy almost gagged after hearing Weasley's pathetic speech.

"Ronald," Hermione began.

"Will you stop calling me that?" Weasley said irritably.

"Ron," she amended wearily. "I'm not angry with you."

Malfoy heard her sigh heavily before resuming.

"I know you're...frustrated. So, if you want, we could make a deal."

"A deal?" Weasley asked curiously.

"Yes. I- I promise to- er- to engage in- in sexual intercourse...after the ball," she managed to stutter out. "But in return, you have to promise to restrain yourself until then. That means no snogging until after the ball. Agreed?"

Malfoy had curled his hands into painful fists.

"Of course, Mione. Whatever you say," Weasley happily agreed.

Gritting his teeth, Malfoy could easily envision the stupid grin on Weasley's face...just as easily as he could imagine pounding his fist into hit.

"That's settled," Hermione said. "Er, you should probably leave before Malfoy gets back. Besides, I need to take a bath-"

"Need any help undressing?" Weasley piped in.

"Ron," Hermione warned. 

"All right, all right. Just teasing. Good night."

"Good night."

Malfoy heard the bathroom door close just as Weasley stepped out of Hermione's room, grinning like an idiot...just as Malfoy had imagined.