Ron's Underpants

Hermione and Draco's detention was at 7pm in the astronomy tower, cleaning telescopes. Professor Sprout had a supported study class running and so 'needed no interruptions from unruly students'.

Ron and Harry insisted on walking Hermione to detention, despite Hermione protests,

"I'm a big girl! I can take care of myself."

After finally convincing them that she would be alright and new better than them how to stun Malfoy, they left and she entered the classroom.

Draco was already there, sitting drumming his fingers impatiently on Professor Sinistra's desk.

"You're late!"

"I had a bit of trouble getting Ron and Harry to leave," she said "And when did you begin stating the blindingly obvious...I thought that was Harry's job!"

Draco smiled, if you could call it smiling. It was more of a happy smirk. Hermione or not, anyone who insulted Harry was worth a smile in Draco's mind.

"There's a note here! It says that Professor Sinistra is at a meeting with Professor Dumbledore and expects us to clean the telescopes and leave, without breaking anything!" read Hermione.

He got up and walked over to her.

"We'd better begin then!" he whispered as he walked past.

It sent shivers down her spine. All she could do was nod numbly.

Half an hour into their detention Hermione put down her telescope and walked out onto the star-spotting balcony where Draco was working.

She was surprised to see Draco sitting cross-legged on the floor polishing stands. He was shivering.

"Draco..."

He seemed startled, but recovered quickly. He got to his feet and put the telescope stand back on a shelf.

"Yes?" he asked silkily.

"Oh, nothing!" She blushed, turned to go back inside but stopped. "Ummm... it's just sort of cold out here! I thought you might like to come inside, I think I could stand a half hour of your company."

Draco stood there a moment then began to speak.

"Hermione..." he began, "Is it true that you're going out with the Weasel?"

"No!" she looked offended, "But don't call him that, it's not fair!"

He smiled the first proper smile she'd ever seen him smile.

Draco mentally shook himself and turned his face back to a smirk. What am I playing at? He asked himself. I can't believe I just asked her that! I'm Draco Malfoy! I can talk to any girl! What is that mud-blood doing? How come I feel like kissing her? I've got to stop this!

But before he could do anything about it his irrational mind (he called it that because it was the part of his mind that found Harry cool) took over and he grabbed Hermione.

"Draco I..."

His lips were on hers. It felt so good.

It took all Hermione's strength to pull out of their embrace, but she wasn't sure wither it was her or Draco who kissed first.

It was Hermione's turn to mentally shake herself. This is Draco! She reminded her brain. The bane of my existence for the past five years!

"Draco I can't!"

"There is no such thing as 'can't', only wont!"

For some reason he made sense. She moved in closer.

Hermione could feel Draco's breath on her skin, his soft, soft hair in her hands. They leaned in even closer and kissed once more.

It was soft and slow but full of passion, nothing like the teeth-clashing tonsil hockey Hermione had read about in her muggle magazines.

The kiss intensified as she moved her hands over his chest and began to unbutton his shirt. His skin was so silky and soft. Nothing like the calloused wreck she had imagined it would be. Their kiss was interrupted only as he slid her t-shirt over her head.

Her hair was so silky! Why didn't I notice this before? He thought.

She could feel his fingers on her back and the slackening of her bra as he undid the strap. Why haven't we done this before? She thought.

--*--

Harry and Ron were waiting outside for her when she opened the classroom door.

"Why are you smiling? You hit Malfoy with a telescope, didn't you?!" said Harry with a wry grin.

"I knew you'd get him back for humiliating me! I still can't believe everyone saw my boxers!" Ron blushed. He still couldn't come to terms with the fact that every girl at Hogwarts new that he wore Chudley cannon boxer shorts.

Hermione simply couldn't tell them that Ron's weren't the only underpants she'd seen today.