The Art of Losing to Hermione Granger

"You're late, Malfoy," were Hermione's first words, a teasing edge to her voice.

"Late?" He raised an eyebrow at her. "Granger, I was waiting for you. That's not being late, that's being considerate."

She rolled her eyes, clearly amused. "How very thoughtful of you."

Draco leaned against the doorframe, eyes scanning her with a hint of something more. "You know, I could offer you a much better distraction than your work, if you're interested."

Hermione paused, meeting his gaze, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "You? A distraction? I think I'd rather finish this report, thank you very much."

He chuckled softly. "One of these days, Granger. You'll see just how hard I can be to resist.

OR

In which, Draco Malfoy has thirty days to make Hermione Granger fall in love with him, but she is always two steps (scratch that, more like ten steps!) ahead of him and decides to make his efforts twenty times challenging.