Disclaimer: I own nothing but the portion of insanity it took me to write this. Only the second piece of work. Quite rough but out nonetheless. Another (un) fortunate encounter between our two favourite rivals and their volumous sexual tension. I wrote these because they were something I always enjoyed reading but never found much work of this slightly more specific plot point endevouring to capture Draco and Hermione in a battle of wills to face what we all want to be true. Sort of. And by Hermione I mean each one of us. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Hermione was in a particularly foul mood that that afternoon. After not only receiving stupid questions for Harry and Ron she also had detention with the Head Boy. "That's no way to treat your superior rank Miss Granger." Grrr it all just made her so mad! He was in NO way superior to her in any way especially at school with her perfect grades and attendance record. And she told him as much.

[Earlier That Afternoon]

"But sir, I was merely pointing out the obvious to my fellow Head of School that he shouldn't try and bully his way into respect by constantly trying to insult me and my friends since it's clear he can't ever seem to beat my academics despite his legion of completely ridiculous minions. This isn't a playground."

"Goodness Miss Granger I had no I idea you felt so hurt by Mr Malfoy's conversing. " At which Hermione balked, her mouth falling open somewhat unattractively to Snape's reply. Malfoy just sniggered in the background." It's such a shame to see poor interhouse relationships can't develop after all these years. You really should try and give poor Draco a chance."

Hermione was fuming. No, she was beyond fuming. She was white, with rage. Poor Draco. Poor bloody Draco sodding Malfoy indeed! The boy was pampered beyond belief and treated by his pathetic army of cronies like a god walking among mere mortals. Well I've got news for you Malfoy, she thought, verbally spitting his name like acid. But before Hermione could say anything, the boy himself, standing behind Professor Snape, silently mouthed something akin to "I love you too Granger" before blowing a kiss at her.

She was on fire. "That's it! I'm going to get you snotty little effing piece of-" Hermione stopped as though she was cut off from her one man mission.

"Enough! Both of you! I don't have time or this today. You two, wait." he said, motioning for Hermione and Draco to wait as the rest of the class filed in to the classroom. Harry and Ron giving her apologetic smiles as they walked in, indicating they would save her a seat. Malfoy sauntered over expecting nothing more than a "Move along Mr Malfoy" or a "No more fights" or even if he was lucky a "Apologize to Mr Malfoy, Miss Granger." Oh he loved it when she had to apologize. The look on her face was priceless. "Okay you two," he started when the hall was empty "this is reaching epic proportions of stupidity. Malfoy just smirked at Hermione who glared straight back at him. "Miss Granger you will meet back here tonight at 7pm sharp or face the consequences. Do I make myself clear?" Hermione was outraged.

"Me?! What about him?!" She thought as Malfoy walked over to her as Snape was walking to the door. "Tough break Granger. Ah well, maybe you will stumbled upon a potion that'll make you normal. The complete opposite I guess. Have fun anyway!" he said in her face before he walked off grinning.

"Oh and Mr Malfoy, you will be accompanying Miss Granger tonight in detention. 7 sharp. In." He said turning around and pointing towards the door with a look on his face daring them to argue. Hermione looked as though she would for a minute. "You are already in trouble Miss Granger. Do not compound it. You too Mr Malfoy."

Hermione furiously walked in unaware that Malfoy was now reflecting Hermione's earlier open-mouthed frown. He gave me detention?! What the hell?! As they walked in, both searching for their allies, both needing some calming, both noticing the only two free chairs next to each other. Another set of apologetic smiles from Harry and Ron and Hermione was storming towards the seat wanting to just get this over and done with. Stupid Potions. Stupid Snape. Stupid freaking last class of Friday. Stupid fucking Draco Malfoy! As her mental tirade continued Malfoy came and took his seat next to her. Neither said a word to the other, both just taking out their books and beginning to retrieve equipment and ingredients.

When the class was over they were both the first to get up to leave manically throwing everything into their bags furiously before bumping into each other as they both tried to leave.

"Get out of my way Malfoy! God you are the most insufferable piece of shit, ever." Hermione began before trailing off to mumble more obscenities under her breath.

"I suggest you move, filth. Before I finally rid the world of your stain. Maybe I should do it anyway and make everyone's life better." He came back with a face just as mutinous and a tongue just as acidic.

"Great fine go ahead. I'm already in hell so death would be a relief from you. You can only go up from your depths. Oh and do be sure to write from Azkaban, you know when you do get sent there for killing an innocent girl for nothing more petty than jealousy. Who knows, maybe you and your father could share a cell. It'll be just like the old times." Hermione retorted feeling 98% elated with her response and 2% guilty for mentioning his father, rotting in Azkaban. Malfoy's face, and mouth, exploded as he came at her and pushed her against the wall, his left hand pressing against her neck holding her there. His right hand trained with wand, pointing at her temple. But Hermione was not Head Girl for nothing. Nor was being Harry Potter's best friend. Her left hand was pressing against the centre of Malfoy's chest as if to push him away and her right had her wand holding his chin up.

"Hit a sore spot did I? Nevermind, I'm sure Daddy will take care of everything after the reunion." Hermione menacingly whispered, loud enough only for her Malfoy's ears. His eyes flashed and burned with a new rage as he pushed even closer not caring about the wand in her hand pushing painfully against his throat or even his. No, if did ever kill her it would be with his bare hands. They way she deserves to die. Like the mudblood she is. Their faces were almost touching now, eyes locked on each other ready to move at the slightest encouragement. Should a passer-by see them with no clue whatsoever of ancient house feud and no idea of the persons involved, they could probably assume they were two lovers locked in passionate embrace. Apart from the wands and their faces. "Watch your back." Just then as Malfoy moved even closer to make his point clearer, a spark ignited as they both realised they were now firmly pressed nose to toe together, Malfoy's hand held tightly to Hermione's neck almost inclining her face up to his just as Hermione's hand, once pushing now pulling his shirt closer to make sure he knew she could take whatever he threw at her. Hermione felt it too. One centimetre closer and their lips would touch. Neither would admit it under pain of torture but both were so close to just doing it, taking that final plunge-

"Stop! You two! Go, NOW! Before I tell the Headmaster. Oh and don't bother bringing your wands. Manual labour should be something you're accustomed to Miss Granger." Snape intervened before either a war or...anything else happened. He could see how close they were. The look in their eyes. The fine line between love and hate. No not love. Lust and hate.

Hermione and Draco separated, dazed and heated. By now they had become aware that the whole class was staring at them in uniform mouths open. Hermione brushed down the invisible lint of her robes and began walking through the crowd to Ron and Harry. The crowd made way for her, still in shock. She gave up and just kept walking and her two friends just stood there. She was half way down the hall and around the next corner before they caught up.

"Jeez Hermione," Ron started "What was that?" He questioned, still in shock. By now they had reached the Gryffindor common room.

"What are you talking about Ronald?" She replied her tone curt as she sat down in the lounge closest to the fire. Maybe if I do some work I'll calm down, she thought to herself as she began to unpack her hastily strewn belongings.

"What was that back there Hermione?" Harry hesitantly asked almost afraid she would turn on him.

"Nothing, alright. Just another little dispute between the Head Boy and me. Just drop it." She snapped back.

"It's just that, well it looked like you two were either going to literally rip the other's throat out or you two were going to, you know, kiss." Ron ventured, rubbing his neck subconsciously as a sign of nervousness.

"Look if you're not careful I'll rip your throat out, literally." Hermione barked. "I'm going back to my dorm. Thanks for nothing." And with that she got up and began to walk to the door.

"But what if he's there?" Ron asked.

"Well that's why I came here Ronald but since I'm not going to get any peace here either then I may as well go back to my room." She said before slamming the portrait.

"GOD! Boys! Bunch of morons. The lot of them." She thought as she walked into the Head dorms, almost forgetting her detention for a brief moment. Luckily he wasn't there either as she walked up to her room. Then his door opened. Damn. They looked across at each other, remembered the fission of awareness this afternoon. As they looked across neither feeling time pass, they snapped back to the present.

"Don't forget detention Granger." Malfoy said as he hurried to the door and left with a slam.

"Yeah, 7pm. Sharp." She whispered to herself.