Disclaimer. I do not own Harry Potter or make money from this story. It was written solely for my own enjoyment.

"Mudblood." The blonde said, shoving his way past her in the corridors after class as she made her way towards the library on the second floor.

It had been like that for the last four years since she first laid eyes on him during her first year at Hogwarts. The anger and hatred in his eyes when he looked at her, the venom in his tone as he said the word that made her cry inside. "Mudblood."

It wasn't as if she'd purposely tried to make an enemy of him all those years ago. In fact, when they first met on the train to Hogwarts, she had been so excited by all the new and wonderful things, the sights, the possibilities that she had tried to befriend him. It never occurred to her that she might not be welcomed by everyone into this new and so very strange world she found herself in.

He had appeared disgusted that she would even speak to him and rudely scorned her offer of friendship, sending her away in tears as he and his friends laughed at her retreating back.

Her first few weeks at Hogwarts had been lonely and sad. Her fellow students hated her because she was a goody two shoes and a know it all. It wasn't her fault. She just wanted to learn. Still, it had ended up being just like primary school in the muggle world. They all hated her and avoided her. Until that incident on Halloween.

Over the last four years, she had had many exciting adventures with her two best friends, memories that she would treasure for a lifetime. Smiling to herself as she reflected on the past, she entered the library and walked into the deepest isolated corner searching for one of her favorite books when she bumped into something hard and nearly fell to the floor, only to be caught by a hand reaching out and grabbing her wrist in a firm grip.

Startled and immensely grateful, she looked up, intent on thanking her rescuer when the relief died on her face. "Watch where you're going Mudblood," Malfoy said, still holding her wrist in an iron grip.

Angrily, she glared up at him. She was about to snap back at him when the reality of her situation dawned on her. She was alone, in a dark and isolated corner of the very large Hogwarts library with a boy who hated her.

Suppressing a shiver of fear, she tried to jerk her arm free of his grip, but he only smirked at her, stepping slowly towards her.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" She said, near panic.

"You," Malfoy said, closing the distance between them so that he was only an inch from her.

"W…what?" She gasped, stepping backward as he stopped moving in front of her, panicking as her back bumped against the hard-stone wall of the library.

"I want you, Mudblood. Bloody hell. Just look at you. You started out a frizzy-haired girl with no tits and bucked teeth, but now you're all soft curves, luscious tits, and a sexy arse. Bloody hell, I've been wanting this for a long time now." Malfoy said, under his breath, his hands pushing her hard against the wall as he claimed her lips in a sensuous kiss, his hands tangling in her hair, his tongue pushing into her mouth.

Frozen in shock, Hermione was unable to resist and simply stood there, her hands fumbling awkwardly at her sides, moving slowly to Malfoy's shoulders as his tongue teased and probed her mouth, wrestling with her own tongue, his hands slowly moving across her torso, fingers caressing and exploring as she began to regain her wits and pushed him back from her.

"Malfoy, what the hell do you think you're doing?" She hissed but quietly, as she looked around, terrified that they may have been seen.

"Oh come on now, Granger, you know you liked it as much as I did." Malfoy grinned, his hands moving again to her body, slipping underneath the hem of her skirt, fingers brushing against the damp crotch of her knickers. "My, my, the Mudblood is a slut." He tsked, smirking at her as she blushed and looked away from him, her cheeks burning crimson with embarrassment.

"Malfoy, please…" She muttered, shocked and uncomfortable, completely thrown by this sudden turn of events.

"Merlin's beard, I've wanted you for so long. Wanted this for so long." Malfoy said, grinning as he dropped to his knees in front of her, raising the front of her schoolgirl skirt up and leaning in, his tongue brushing against her core through the damp crotch of her knickers, his fingers tugging the fabric aside, his tongue swiping across the lips, teasing her, driving her already befuddled mind mad with lust and pleasure.

"Well, well. Look at what we have here then, my pet." An unpleasant, gloating voice said behind them as nearby a cat let out a loud meow.

Panicking, Malfoy jumped up, standing and turning to face Filch as Hermione quickly straightened her skirt, looking terrified as well.

"Mr. Filch. I err, I can explain. This was just, um err…" Malfoy mumbled, stepping protectively in front of Hermione.

"Silence. Both of you follow me." Filch said, turning and leading the way towards the entrance to the library.

Afraid and uncertain, Draco and Hermione were forced to follow as Filch led them out of the library and down the corridors towards the grand staircase. When they reached the Entrance Hall, Filch led them to an old wooden door with a heavy brass lock. Fumbling with a set of keys he unlocked the door and ushered them inside.

The room was small and windowless, lit by a single oil lamp hanging from the ceiling. As the door closed behind them, they reeled at the unpleasant aroma of fried fish, dust and mold. Along one corner were a desk and a moth-eaten chair. Next to it a series of large metal filing cabinets. Hanging from the walls were a series of thick metal chains and a large wooden paddle. On the floor beside the desk was a cat bed that looked as old as Filch himself. The other wall of the small room was taken up by a door with a large brass knocker.

Filch sat down in his desk and looked at them for a few moments saying nothing, relishing in the terrified students' discomfort before finally speaking. "Are you aware that you could both be expelled for doing that in the library?" He finally said.

Hermione let out a little wail, tears welling up in her eyes as Draco froze on the spot. His father would cane him if he were expelled. And if he ever learned the reason why he would likely be disowned. Terrified, he opened his mouth to plea, promising anything the man wanted, if he would only keep this incident to himself.

Shaking his head, Filch raised a hand to silence Draco as Hermione continued to cry. "I'll let you off with a warning this time, Malfoy. Fifty points from Slytherin and two weeks of detention. Now get out. Miss Granger, you will remain here with me to discuss your own punishment." Filch said in an unpleasant tone.

Relieved at having narrowly avoided expulsion, Draco paused to glance at Hermione before quickly leaving, closing the door behind him.

Standing, Filch stepped out from behind his desk and crossed over to slide the heavy bolt on the door into place before turning to face Hermione who looked up at him, her face streaked with tears.

"Well, Miss Granger. Since you want to behave like a slut, I'll treat you like one. On your knees, slut." Filch said, unbuttoning his trousers and pushing them down to expose his erect cock and wrinkled old balls.

Hermione torn between horror and revulsion, stared up at him, refusing to move.

"Now, Miss Granger. Or we'll take this up with the Headmaster and you will be expelled and on your way home tonight, your wand snapped." Filch said, in a harsh voice, an unpleasant grin on his face as he waited for her to decide.

Her shoulders slumping in defeat, Hermione nodded, her face streaked with tears and a mask of utter revulsion, saying nothing as she moved onto her knees on the grimy floor in front of the old man.

TBC