A/N: Set in an alternate 7th year - a.k.a, HBP never happened lol

The lyrics in this fic are "Addicted" by Kelly Clarkson.

By the way, this is my first D/Hr fanfic ;)

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It was happening again.

Hermione had thought she had quelled this fever that burned inside her had finally reached its end, but no; it roared within her like an angry dragon whenever she saw him. It threatened to scorch her insides when he was near, when he touched her. But she had reached a point where she reveled in the pain.

It's like you're a drug

It's like you're a demon I can't face down

It's like I'm stuck

It's like I'm running from you all the time

Her masochistic tendencies has arisen when she gave in to the forbidden fruit. Hermione knew she shouldn't have, but he had awakened a side of her she had never seen. She couldn't give him up that easily. He had a part of her no one else had seen - he had her innocence, her soul, and control over her. No one knew it but them - he called it their "dirty little secret" - indeed, it was a dirty secret, but it wasn't little anymore. What had started out as a seemingly-innocent encounter in the library had led to sneaking in shags between classes, simply so she could concentrate for the rest of the day until he snuck into her dorm at night.

And I know I let you have all the power
It's like the only company I seek is misery all around

Harry and Ron had noticed the change in Hermione but hadn't voiced any concern; she liked it that way. She could subdue herself in her thoughts and situations, she was haunted by nightmares of someone finding out, but she never told him. She knew he wouldn't care anyway.

It's like you're a leech
Sucking the life from me
It's like I can't breathe
Without you inside of me

Hermione had reached a point where she couldn't concentrate without him. She needed to feel his icy touch, the touch that erupted goosebumps all over her body and elicited quiet moans from her as he placed his index finger to his lips, attempting to quiet her. If anyone ever found out...she knew he would have to pay the consequences. Hermione couldn't tell him that she could no longer live without feeling him somehow. Besides, it only left her coming back for more when he left her each night, alone in her Head Girl dormitory.

And I know I let you have all the power
And I realize I'm never gonna quit you over time

It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me

It wasn't healthy; she knew that. It wasn't right to not be able to breathe without feeling Draco's skin on hers, without feeling his lips trailing kisses along her slender neck, without him holding her until the early morning. She knew she couldn't quit, no matter how hard she tried.

Hermione knew she was addicted to Draco Malfoy.

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