He cleared his throat. "There was a tournament fifth year—" He went still as stone beneath her hands. "Granger, are you seducing me?"

She grinned. "I was. Did it work?"

He pushed her away, running a hand through his hair. "You're an amateur. There's no way Theo will fall for that."

She gasped and hit his shoulder. "An amateur? I had you!"

Draco jerked away and strode to the table. He leaned back on it, glowering at her. Hermione frowned. Apparently she'd misfired.

"Draco, I have to follow this lead. Do you really want to sit in this library translating those symbols for the next two years?" She watched him deflate. "There has to be a better way. Any information Theo could give us might help." Slowly, cautiously, she approached him. "I know you can do your part, and I'll do mine." She bit her lip. "Please."

Something flickered in the grey. He crossed his arms and clenched his jaw. "If this idea works — if he loses, and we do a Trade…" His eyes hardened. "No kissing."

She blinked at him. "No. No, of course not."

"Not on the mouth, not on the face," he continued, like he had a list written up somewhere. "No groping, no skin-to-skin contact—"

"That might be a little extreme—"

"I don't want his hands on your body."

Hermione stared at him, watching a pink blush color his cheeks. Apparently his rivalry with Theo ran deeper than she'd thought. She nodded her acceptance, and the tension in his shoulders relaxed. His gaze flickered down to her lips, and he reached for her arm to drag her closer.

She let herself be pulled between his legs, his hands dipping low on her waist to run over her hips and round her backside with a squeeze.

"So, what's the plan?" she asked breathlessly.

"Blaise."

"Blaise?" She tilted her chin to look up at him,

"He's a shit Legilimens, but he'll do the trick."

Hermione thought of what Pansy had told her. How Blaise had moaned about Draco getting himself killed. "I'm sure he'll love that."

"Mmm." He pressed his lips softly against hers. "Now, tell me again how good I am at cards."

She smiled up at him, and they kissed each other until Plumb popped in to ask if they wanted more tea.

~*~

By Friday afternoon, Pansy had delivered a silky black dress that slithered down her thighs and cut low across her back. It had a modest neckline, almost up to her collarbones, but the tag on the hanger in Pansy's scrawl read, Wear braless. There was also a tube of red lipstick.

Hermione rolled her eyes, put on her bra, and slipped the dress over her shoulders.

Of course, the bra was glaringly visible across her back. There was no hiding it. She didn't know of a spell to fix it, and there was no way she was going to ask Draco.

She removed the bra and stared at herself. The silk clung to her body, her nipples pebbling under the cold fabric. The curve of her breasts and the point of her nipples stood out perfectly under the silk.