A/N: Hey peoples! This is my first fic so go easy on me. I know this chapter is a bit small but I'm new at this so cut me some slack.

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He had her backed up against the wall, his mouth at her ear. He was whispering to her, but she didn't understand what he was saying. She soon realized he was speaking in another language.

She didn't care. All she cared about was the feel of his hardness rubbing up against her. She wanted more. She began moving her hips to the rhythm he created. He felt so good pressed up against her. She was lost in sensation.

When he stopped speaking she felt bereft of his beautiful voice. His lips moved down her throat until they reached the base of her neck. He grazed this spot with his teeth, while she writhed underneath him. All she could think about was feeling more of him.

He bit down on her neck. She cried out with the pleasure and pain of it all. She felt a warm wetness trickle down her front. He had pierced her skin. He began to lap her blood like it was a priceless elixir, never spilling a precious drop.

She was in awe of what he was doing to her. Something in the back of her mind told her that there was something wrong in his taking her blood, but she could no longer think clear enough to acknowledge it.

He moved his hands down her sides and up her skirt. She could feel a cool rush of air come up her legs. Then she woke up.

Gasping, Hermione sat up in her four poster canopy. Looking around she saw her new room. She was now Head Girl at Hogwarts, earning herself her own quarters.

"Oh my..." she said softly to herself. That was definitely odd. She never had dreams like that before. Not that she had ever remembered. This was a new and unsettling feeling lingering from her dream. Arousal. She didn't know how to react.

Perhaps it was just nerves. She had many more responsibilities being Head Girl. She was in charge of the well being of all the students attending Hogwarts. At least she wouldn't be doing it alone. Harry was Head Boy. It was comforting to know that he and Ron were always there when she needed them. But she still felt alone at times. She knew she shouldn't. She was surrounded by people who loved her. But still...

Hermione couldn't get back to sleep now. She kept thinking about that stupid dream! 'Maybe I should go downstairs' she thought to herself. The common room she shared with Harry was full of books available only to the Heads. She had been in awe when she walked in and saw the walls lined with books. It was like a dream come true. Plus there was this huge fluffy chair right by the fireplace just perfect for reading. 'Yes, I'll go read'

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Draco was wishing he could get back to that dream. It was one of the best dreams he'd had in a while. His father had been on a rampage at home when he learned that Harry Potthead had gotten the position of Head Boy and not his Slytherin son.

Draco had gotten the beating of his life. He hadn't been able to sleep for weeks afterward because of the agony of his bruises. He was used to it. He had failed to make Head Boy and he had to be punished. 'This year's going to be hell for Potthead and Granger' he thought to himself. No way was he gonna just leave them alone after everything he went through. 'Dumbledore's just a biased old prune'

The more Draco thought about it, the more he knew he was going to get major revenge this year. Someway, somehow.

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