Disclaimer: Aren't I supposed to do some rant about, oh yeah! Not mine, could only wish. All J.K. (lucky devil) etc. etc. etc. Yadda, Yadda, Yadda and all that jazz.

Warnings: Violence, Rape (first chap and occasional flshbck), character death, general evil stuff.

A/N: This was written as a request by my buddy Kit-Kat (long story) who intro'd me to the wide world of fandom.Thanx to my slightly Americanized (more like Texanized) boyfriend, Mason from the U.K. who helped me try to clear up some phrasing. But being a good boy, he mostly just kept saying that it was good. Hope to get reviewd. Oh, yeah this is not gonna start out fun. Please take notice of warnings above b4 continuing!

Chapter one: Her Desk

The groan she heard in her ear was ecstatic. He was sweating freely now; she could see his chest glisten in the candlelight as he sat up but continued to pound into her. His left hand held possessively to her hip, bruising, while his right hand easily held her tiny wrists above her head. She turned her head away as he leaned forward to lick some blood off of her breast; he'd gotten too eager and drew blood earlier.

She struggled to clear her mind. She had to think if she would have any hope of escaping alive. I'm smarter than this. Hermione Granger is smarter than this. She tried, God she tried but any moment of clarity was quickly robbed from her by pain. Just like my virginity, she thought, struggling not to give in to the new sobs that were working their way up. Crying was useless. Yes, he seemed hurt by it at first, but his needs quickly outweighed his conscience as he roughly threw her onto the desk.

My desk. The desk that I share with Harry and Ron. God, why did I agree to take my final rounds in the dungeons and let Ron check the astronomy tower?... His cold. I didn't want him getting any sicker than he already was by having to patrol around cold, dank dungeons. Bad enough that we have double-potions every other day this week. Wish this was potions instead of what was happening now.

She whimpered; he was merciless in his claiming of her. She was just waiting to be split apart. First thing first: no more depressing and stray thoughts. Second: try to lessen pain. Maybe... She gasped sharply as she bent her knees and widened them a bit more. Her withheld breath escaped her lips as she felt herself accommodate him and the pain lessen, somewhat. She struggled to look around but her view was limited. She just could not see around his white-blonde hair. If she tried to move, her body would scream out a new pain, desperately telling her to just bear it.

He can't last much longer. Suddenly, Hermione remembered overhearing as very eager pug-faced Slytherin ranting about how incredible her assailant is in bed, especially in regards to stamina. "Oh yes! Draco's amazing!. He can last for hours, no exaggeration, HOURS. And he always makes sure that I you know what first. And I always do with him!"

Hermione groaned beneath him as he released her wrists to grasp under her knees and shove them towards her chest. "Yes, Hermione!" he exclaimed as he penetrated her deeper and harder. She was sobbing again, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. When is this going to end? A new pain began to burn through her body with this new position. Never going away, just changing in intensity.

Suddenly Draco released her calves, loosely wrapping them around his waist as both of his hands grasped at her hips. His thrusts intensified in speed as he pulled her closer to himself each time as he neared his climax. His breathing was rapid and traced with an occasional mad grunt, that, under normal circumstances would be interpreted as sheer joy. She was gasping desperately in horror as she realized that her question would soon be answered.

He arched upward with a sigh as he spilled into her, finalizing to a shocked Hermione what had just happened to her. He collapsed onto her, pumping softly until he completely emptied himself. He stayed there, still inside of Hermione, kissing her neck, wiping away her tears until his breathing slowed.

He kissed her ear almost delicately, then whispered to her as he withdrew, "I love you."

"What!" she exclaimed as she tried to sit up.

Draco sneered and shoved her back down. He muttered a spell and ropes shot from his wand tying her wrists and binding them over her head once more, tying off to the desk leg. "You heard me. Suppose I realized it in third year when you whalloped me. I was not angry. I was furious. Could I be that upset unless I felt something for you?"

"Why?" Hermione whispered, yet Draco still heard. Reaching into his cloak lying on a near-by desk he pulled out a vial with bright blue liquid.

"I saw you in the library with him. The Boy Who Doesn't Know How to Die...I saw him kissing you." Hermione yelped in pain as he wrenched her newest piece of jewelry from her left hand. "I saw this! If I hadn't dropped that book in disgust, who knew what would have happened." Throwing the ring over his shoulder, Draco circled the desk, occasionally touching her. "I had to have you first and I had to act fast." He stopped for a moment to uncork the vial. He shoved it towards Hermione's mouth. "Here. I said I loved you but that doesn't mean that I want to have a bastard with you." Grasping his meaning she desperately drank the contents to the last drop. "Good girl," he drawled running his hand along her body. "Now that we have gotten the formalities out of the way." Draco grabbed her hips and turned her onto her stomach. He cut the rope from the table but still left her wrists bound before pulling her over the edge of the table.

She screamed shrilly as he attacked her again with the same violent passion. As Draco grabbed her breasts he began to whisper into her ear the true contents of the potion that had been given to her that she foolishly accepted without question.

"No," she sobbed more hysterically than she ever had during that night. Draco's laughter confirmed his story though as he started the long excercise towards climax once more.

A/N: Whew that was not a doozy! Normally I like D/Hr fics although when it really comes down to it, I just can not imagine anything really romantic btwn the two. As reflected in this fic, I feel that any feelings of love would be strictly one-sided and twisted. I mean, he is a Malfoy. Gotta side w/ J.K.on that one. (pleeeeze don't hurt me, like I said I like to read them though!) Remember: constructive criticism can be a good thing. And remember this is not a D/Hr, fic! Really, does this seem romantic to you? Wait! Don't answer! I reeeeaaally don't wanna know. SEE YA!