WARNING

Story contains mature content unsuitable for young readers. Story also contains dubious consent, spanking and Dramione.

Preface:

Voldemort does not return in fourth year, so there's no war or threat of war. Blood prejudice, though subtle is still prevalent. Purebloods openly tolerate Muggleborns but resent having to treat them as their equals.

Lucius Malfoy leads a failed Death Eater Uprising. Dumbledore lives. Snape, the Order spy/hero lives. Hogwarts stays shut during what would have been Dramione's Seventh Year.

Hermione and Draco return as Head Girl and Head Boy when school reopens the following year. As Heads they each have their own private room in their respective House dormitories. The lost year means all Seventh Years are legally adults.

Story starts at the end of the school year.

Chapter 1

It was past three in the morning when Draco was woken up by the silvery otter bounding into his bed. As Head Boy he had to work closely with the Head Girl, but even if they got along far better now than in previous years, he knew it couldn't be anything good if Hermione Granger was reaching out to him of all people at this time of the night.

"Malfoy, we're at a party in Muggle London. They may have slipped something into our drinks. Pansy's passed out and I don't feel good either. I'm scared I'll splinch us if I try to apparate. Please, can you come and get us? I'll owe you for this." Her patronus finished off by giving him an address.

Draco rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, wondering why the hell Granger was bothering him and not one of her boy toys. Surely she should be calling her boyfriend at a time like this! But then he remembered that as members of the Order of the Phoenix, both Weasley and Potter were handpicked to join the Junior Auror Program. So, while the rest of them had only just finished with their NEWTs, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum were already undergoing full time training to become Aurors. He didn't understand how this was acceptable, yet any bias in favour of Purebloods was considered unfair.

He wasn't really worried about the two witches. Even drunk, he was certain Granger and Pansy were formidable enough to handle a few Muggle boys, but decided that with Pansy involved it was in his best interest to go help them out. Pans was a good friend but she could be quite the insufferable nag when she wanted to.

It was the end of the school year, yet he still had to grow accustomed to the fact that Pansy and Granger were close enough as friends to party together now. It all started with what had been a disastrous summer for Pansy. After her father was arrested and their house confiscated by the Ministry to pay restitution to his victims, it became clear to Pansy, and others, that the Parkinsons weren't as wealthy as they portrayed. Almost overnight Pansy went from being a spoilt Pureblood aristocrat to a homeless person who would need to work to support herself post graduation. Pansy slipped into a spiral of depression which only worsened once school began and some of the students began to bully her for being the daughter of a convicted Death Eater. Of course, none of her bullies dared to harass Draco or Theo, whose families were far too wealthy to meddle with. While Pansy normally never shied away from confrontations- her razor sharp tongue cut down friend and foe alike- in her depressed state she took to shutting herself away to avoid the insults and hexes. All the skipped meals and the lack of proper sleep took its toll- Pansy was visibly fading away. That is when Granger, patron saint of the hopeless and slayer of tyrants, swooped in to rescue Pansy.

Granger sat beside Pansy during mealtimes, in the classes they shared together and even in the library. She never spoke to Pansy other than to greet her, but her mere presence deterred Pansy's bullies who probably didn't wish to upset the Head Girl. Pansy initially resented what she thought was charity from Granger till she realised the other girl was genuinely concerned about her well being. It took a month for them to start talking and another to become friends, each one proving to be a good influence on the other- Pansy became more responsible about her schoolwork and optimistic about her future, while Granger became less uptight and better informed about the inner workings of Pureblood society.

Draco made his way out of the Slytherin Dormitory, noting the Common Room was abandoned like most Saturday nights this school year. Students were either asleep in their respective beds or out partying. As adults, this year's lot of Seventh Years were permitted to leave the school premises on weekends provided it didn't affect their school work or inconvenience their fellow students with their comings and goings. Consequently, most Seventh Years preferred to stay out all Saturday night and return to school only once it was breakfast hour early Sunday morning.

Approaching the apparition point outside the school gates, Draco wondered why Granger didn't bother calling on Theo or even Blaise for help. Granger's silent support of Pansy had won the two Pureblood snobs over; they went from referring to Granger as a Mudblood behind her back to becoming friends with her. It was no longer unusual for Pansy, Blaise and Theo to visit Granger in the Gryffindor Common Room or to find Granger hanging out with his friends in the Slytherin dorms.

But, Blaise and Theo weren't the only boys who would've jumped at the chance to come to the aid of the Head Girl. In his opinion there were far too many boys smitten with Granger for some reason. Okay, so the reason was not exactly a mystery. Granger was the typical girl next door- a modest sort of beauty, possessing a degree of charm that let her easily win people over with her personality. Her intelligence and magical prowess were simply the icing on the cake. All of which didn't matter because of her blood status. It was a real shame Granger was a Muggleborn as she would've made for an ideal life partner for any ambitious wizard. It was an even greater shame that a woman like her would be wasted on the likes of Ronald Weasley, for there was no way any Pureblood of rank or wealth would willingly sully his bloodline by marrying a Mudblood.

He doubted Granger held him in high regard. Even if they had gotten to know each other a little better as they performed Head duties together, and her friend circle included Slytherins for a change, he wasn't sure if she actually saw him when she looked at him or just the Mark on his arm. He harboured no delusions that Granger contacting him late in the night meant something. Out of everyone she could have called for help, he was the only she could be sure would be sober and in bed at this hour. It was part of the terms of his probation after all.

When the Death Eaters broke into the school at the end of their Sixth Year and nearly killed the Headmaster, the school chose to close its gates for the safety of its students. In the midst of growing speculation about the possible return of the Dark Lord, the school remained shut for nearly a year while the Death Eaters perpetrated attacks on St. Mungos, the Ministry, the Prophet, Gringotts and several other prominent institutions around the country. However, the Ministry dealt them a swift blow when the Aurors, acting on the intelligence they received from the Order of the Phoenix, succeeded in nipping the problem at the bud. Lucius Malfoy, who was unlucky enough to get caught in the act of resurrecting the Dark Lord using a horcrux, was given the Kiss. And other Death Eaters, like Pansy's and Theo's fathers, were carted off to serve a lifetime sentence in Azkaban.

Draco came close to receiving a one way ticket to Azkaban himself. Fortunately for him his mother had insisted he be excluded and kept far away from any Death Eater activities while he remained a student. So they could not convict him of any crime, yet the Ministry couldn't entirely ignore that he bore the Dark Mark, which branded him as one of the terrorists. Professors Snape and Dumbledore convinced the Ministry to set him free on the condition he keep his nose clean for the next five years. Any infraction on his part, no matter how trivial, would disqualify him from ever applying for any work in or with the Ministry or running for any elected position in Great Britain. In addition, he would automatically qualify for the maximum punishment possible for any offence he committed. Five years of responsible behaviour in exchange for his freedom, struck Draco as a pretty good deal.

Anyway, his probation was the reason why Draco was most likely to be the only one of their classmates not out getting pissed on a Saturday night.

He was still very sleepy and he was going to have to report to Madame Pince early next morning for Library duty. 'I'll owe you', Granger's patronus had promised. She bloody well did, he thought. He had yet to decide what he was going to extract from her as payment, but he would make sure it was something good- like making her write essays for all the Slytherin Firsties or show up to their graduation ceremony in Slytherin colours...

He apparated to the location provided by Granger. The sound of loud music let him know which of the houses the party was at. He walked past several of those motor vehicles the Muggles liked to use to transport themselves, repressing a shudder at the prospect of being trapped in one of those metal contraptions. As he drew closer to the house his nose was assaulted by a strange blend of odours, while out of the corner of his eye he was sure he saw someone vomiting into a bush. The house appeared to be filled to capacity, with some teenagers scattered around the lawn- one of them almost knocking him down as they ran past him. Draco had skipped his robes, opting to wear a simple shirt and trousers combination in an attempt to fit in, but looking at the attire of the Muggle boys and girls around him he knew he had failed.

Feeling overwhelmed already by the odd sounds, scents, and strangely dressed people, Draco was contemplating turning around and having someone else come to get Granger and Pansy rather than face the daunting task of entering the house and searching for them amongst the sea of Muggles. To his great relief, just then, he happened to spot Granger seated on one of the benches on the front lawn. The area was poorly lit and Granger appeared to have her hair tamed into some sort of bun, which explained why he failed to spot her sooner. There was a girl passed out on her lap, who he assumed was Pansy, but couldn't be sure as her hair covered her face. There was also a large male hovering over Granger in an over familiar manner that was clearly making her uncomfortable. Draco thought it was the boy's luck there were laws forbidding the use of magic before Muggles or he would have been looking at the business end of Granger's wand.

Granger's eyes fell upon him and lit up; she smiled at him in a way he couldn't believe was directed at him. "There you are, Draco!" Her voice came out a bit too loud and shrill. The boy, who only had eyes for Granger so far, finally turned and gave Draco a sour look when he found him standing behind him.

"See, I told you my brother would be here soon. We'll manage on our own now. Thank you." Granger had used her prissiest voice to dismiss the bulky Muggle boy.

"Brother?" Draco mouthed at Granger, with a raise of his brow. Her only response was to look at him with such pathetic puppy dog eyes he decided to play along.

The Muggle boy was either too drunk or too dense to understand he had been given the shake off, but since he refused to leave Draco knew he needed to step in. "Come on, sis. Let's go. If we're not home soon, mother and father are bound to show up."

Granger stood up and stepped into the light making Draco's eyes nearly bug out when he got a good look at her. With the exception of the Yule Ball in their Fourth Year, Granger never appeared to put much thought into her grooming beyond basic hygiene. The way she usually wore her hair, he doubted she even owned a hair brush... Yet, here she stood, wearing a peach coloured top with a wide neck that had slipped to reveal delicate collar bones and a rounded shoulder; and a flared white skirt that was of modest length but moved with the slightest breeze to reveal shapely thighs. The makeup she wore was just enough to draw attention to her bright eyes and pouty lips. Her legs looked endless, despite her short stature, as she stood unsteadily in a pair of high heels. And seeing the brightly painted toenails peeking out of her sandals, Draco thought even her toes looked cute and absolutely suckable.

Granger's move to stand made Pansy raise her head and look around. Noticing Draco, she cried out, "Dwakie-poo!" She then burst into a fit of giggles holding the side of her stomach. She stood up and grabbed Granger for support, letting her head rest heavily on Granger's shoulder. "Our Shave-yurrrr!" she mumbled before closing her eyes and going quiet again.

Granger rolled her eyes, wrinkling her pert nose. "She's been like this for the last hour. I didn't know how to handle her by myself anymore."

Pansy was wearing a slinky dress that perfectly showed off her tight body. But seeing Pansy all dressed up was nothing new. Granger on the other hand... Draco stared at her incredulously, trying not to notice the way her tits bounced in her top as she struggled to keep both Pansy and herself upright. Merlin! Did she cast a spell on her chest? Where had those things sprung from? Having only seen the witch in her school robes he had failed to notice just how much she had grown up. Granger's assets were so nicely displayed in her Muggle attire, Draco for the first time considered that perhaps the Muggles did get some things right. He quickly changed his mind when he noticed other boys ogling Granger as well. It almost made him angry that he wasn't the only one who got to see her this way. So as much as he was enjoying the skin-show it made him want to cover her up as well. Draco felt truly conflicted.

"Hey, you don't plan to walk home, do you? Why don't I give you a ride?" offered the clueless Muggle boy looking at Granger and Pansy suggestively.

"No, thank you," said Draco stepping forward. "I'm here to give them a ride." He wasn't exactly sure how the Muggles referred to their transport vehicles so he copied the boy's phrasing.

"Yeah, Draco's obviously parked down the road," said Granger lying smoothly. "Not like there's room here," she said waving her hand to gesture around.

Draco saw her wobble in her heels and instantly reached out, grabbing her waist to steady her before she toppled over. "By Salazar! How drunk are you?" he swore, doing his best to look away from the jiggling motion made by her breasts. Was she even wearing a bra? he wondered before cursing himself. Dammit, this was Mudblood Granger! He wasn't supposed to be noticing her breasts or any other part of her.

"Am not. I just had a couple of drinks, I swear." Oddly enough, she sounded sincere even if her words did come out a bit slurred.

"Malfoy, I'm so sorry for disturbing you like this," she said to him when they finally began to move away from the scene of the party. Draco walked ahead holding Pansy firmly by the waist, he was pretty certain she was going to pass out any minute now, while Granger followed closely behind.

"So what happened?" he asked while looking around for a discreet spot they could use to apparate without being noticed by the Muggle teens loitering on the street. "How did you end up here?" He was curious, he didn't think Granger belonged here anymore than he did.

In her drunken state Granger may have struggled to keep up with his brisk pace, or maybe it was the high heels that made her walk slowly behind them- he couldn't say for sure since he didn't bother turning to check. She took her time to respond to his question and when she spoke she enunciated her words in that exaggerated manner of one desperately trying not to sound drunk.

"We were partying at the Patels' residence because they are away on a business trip. Terry Boot mentioned leaving for a Muggle party in London. He asked if anyone wanted to join him-"

Draco knew exactly why Boot would've wanted to go to a Muggle party. Boot was one of those Purebloods who chased after Muggle girls because he claimed they were an easy lay. Whether there was any truth to his claim or not Boot was never one to skip the opportunity to be around young Muggle women.

"- Obviously, no one wanted to leave a fantastic party thrown by the Patel twins in their amazing house for some random house party in the suburbs. No one, except for Pansy that is. She insisted we go because she wanted to see how Muggles partied."

Having found a suitable spot Draco waited for Granger to catch up. He unfortunately happened to look her way just in time to see the morning breeze play with the edge of her skirt. It was quick, but he thought he caught a flash of white lace.

Draco kept an arm firmly wrapped around Pansy and touched Granger only to the extent needed to successfully apparate them. On arriving, he led them through the school gates and then pulled out his broom, expanding it to its normal size. He carefully draped Pansy over the broom, using a sticking spell to hold her in place, then climbed on, one hand held Pansy and the other gripped the handle of the broom.

Granger was the last to climb on. She sat behind him during the broom ride, and either the chilly night air or her fear of flying made her cling to him, her torso pressed against his back and face buried between his shoulder blades. He could feel her warm breath and soft breasts even through his shirt. He swore he could even feel her nipples poking at his back. Seriously, was she not wearing a bra?! She was distracting him to the point he feared they would fall off the broom and break their necks.

By the time they landed inside the Astronomy tower Draco decided the fates were punishing him by making him hyper aware of Granger's body. Luckily Pansy served up the perfect diversion. He was in the process of shrinking his broom when Pansy turned to the side and began to throw up. The sight, sound and scent of her retching put him off any lusty thoughts about Granger, who like a good friend held Pansy's hair away from her face and gently rubbed circles on her back while Pansy vomited. When she was done Draco used his wand to give Pansy some water to rinse out her mouth and clean up the mess before taking her to the dungeons.

He was expecting Granger to leave at this point to return to her dorm room in the Gryffindor tower, but she didn't.

"Can I spend the night in the Slytherin dorms?" she asked hesitantly. "It's just that we were supposed to be out all night and I offered Ginny the use of the Head Girl dormitory. I don't want to spoil her sleep by showing up at this hour."

Ah, thought Draco, so it was perfectly fine to spoil his sleep, but the same was not okay where the She-Weasel was concerned. As much as her reason annoyed him, he agreed to let her crash in their dorms; truth be told he wasn't really ready to part with Granger yet.

They slowly made it to the Slytherin Common Room and then climbed the stairs to the Head Boy dormitory. Since Granger was spending the night in the dungeon and he needed to be up again in a few hours, he thought it would be simpler to let both witches take his bed while he slept in the Common Room. It seemed like a better option than waking up Pansy's roommates just so she could sleep in her own bed. As they helped settle Pansy on the bed, Draco was reminded again of how funny the school could be when it came to certain rules. While he couldn't enter the girls dorms there was nothing stopping them from entering his!

Draco picked up a pillow and blanket for himself as well as a fresh set of dress robes for the next day and left the bedroom. He was surprised to find Granger following him instead of turning in herself. He turned to ask her if there was anything she needed when he noticed her heel get caught in the loose carpet edge. She was already stumbling forward when he managed to grab her by the waist and pull her against him just in time.

"Whoa," she exclaimed, sounding a little stunned. "Thanks."

Because he was a guy, pressed as she was against him, he first noticed Granger's arse. She had the kind of plump backside he found attractive. Slender hips and pert little bottoms, though fashionable, were more suited to little girls. Merlin knows how many weekends he spend at the Three Broomsticks this year drooling at the sight of Madame Rosmerta's wide hips and round arse as she went about serving her customers. An arse like that said this was a real woman who could handle a good pounding from his cock.

The next thing Draco noticed was how well Granger fit against his body. Draco wasn't tall by any means- even if he did finally experience a growth spurt two years ago- but Granger was so short, even standing upright in heels, he could still easily tuck her head under his chin. This position allowed him to inhale the appetising blend of warm vanilla and coconut drifting from her hair along with the scent of whatever foul alcohol she had consumed that night.

He muttered, "No problem," through gritted teeth, frustrated with himself. Why was he suddenly so aware of everything about her!

"You okay?" he asked when she didn't step away from him.

"Yeah, I'm okay," she replied in a breathy voice and finally moved.

She didn't seem eager to go to bed as she settled into the nearest armchair. Draco tried not to look at the portion of her legs left exposed when she sat down, choosing to distract himself by transfiguring one of the leather armchairs into a comfortable bed for himself hoping she took the hint and finally let him go to sleep.

"So...I feel like I haven't seen you in ages," she said, fiddling with the hem of her skirt, unmindful of how it rode further up her thighs.

"We see each other every day during class, Granger," he said, trying to keep his eyes on the fire burning in the fireplace instead of how warm her skin appeared in its glow.

"Yeah, but you don't join the rest of us when we do fun stuff. I know Pansy misses you, though she won't say it, but she does."

"Well, she knows the condition of my probation. I can't be out partying at all hours and getting wasted like the rest of you."

"I understand, but it's not just the parties. You don't join us for group study or even when we're just hanging out in the common room," she said, her dark brows raised. Her eyes looked luminous in the glow of the firelight. How come he'd never noticed that about her before. Like melted chocolate, there were so warm and inviting. "You know once we're done with school we'll all be gone our individual ways, we really won't see each other anymore."

Draco raised a brow at the absurdity of her suggestion. "You forget how small wizarding Britain is, Granger. I'm sure we'll run into each other plenty of times. In fact, seeing how we're both planning to work at the Ministry, running into each other may become unavoidable," Draco said with a faint chuckle.

He looked at her more seriously when he asked, "So what really happened tonight? I would never have expected such stupid behaviour from you."

"Oh, because you've never done anything stupid." She was staring at the part of his arm where his Dark Mark was hidden by the sleeve of his shirt.

He didn't like her looking at his arm, but at least she had a high enough opinion of him to suggest his reasons for joining the Death Eaters were stupid and not anything sinister.

"Don't try to change the subject, we're talking about you. Are you going to give me some kind of explanation for tonight or not?"

"There's nothing to it really," she said with a sulk. "Two minutes after we got to the Muggle party, Terry and Tony- Oh yeah, Anthony Goldstein was there too. I think he was the one who told Terry about the party. Anyway, we get here and they take off- I didn't see them again for the rest of the time we were there. Some of the Muggle boys saw us by ourselves and pushed these glasses filled with drinks in our hands. We didn't think twice before accepting them because everyone else looked like they were drinking the same thing.

"I thought it odd when Pansy started talking funny after her first drink- I've seen her hold her own against a bottle of Ogden's. I wanted to leave right then but Pansy thought some of the boys looked cute and wanted to dance with them... They kept handing us more drinks but I didn't drink more than two glasses as I was feeling dizzy by then. We weren't even there for an hour before Pansy was struggling to stay conscious.

"I remembered all those stories my parents would tell me about parties where girls were drugged and taken advantage of when they passed out. So I made sure we remained in the entrance hallway the whole time. I refused to go upstairs or let them help Pansy when they offered to let Pansy sleep it off on the bed. When I got the chance I snuck us into the bathroom and send you a patronus, then dragged Pansy to the lawn out front figuring no one would try anything out in the open."

Draco knew Granger's concern wasn't for her own safety. She knew how to handle a wand. The concern was more over her being provoked into performing magic before Muggles. They both knew the good old patriarchs in the Wizengamot would have ruled against Granger, should things have reached that stage, as they would refuse any claim of self-defence on the grounds that the two witches chose to endanger themselves with their irresponsible behaviour.

"It was so stupid of us to even go there," said Granger in a quiet voice. She was absentmindedly playing with the hem of her skirt again. "We were having such a good time at the Patels," she said wistfully. "Justin even said he thought I had a nice arse, tonight."

"Justin?" he asked trying to work out who it was.

"From Hufflepuff," she replied brightly.

"Finch-Fletchley?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "He's gorgeous, isn't he? I want to fuck him," she blurted out without thinking.

"Salazar's salty nutsack! What the fuck, Granger!" Granger had to still be under the influence of whatever she was given to drink because he doubted she would have otherwise felt emboldened to talk to him in such a manner. Besides, he didn't want to think about Granger fucking. He didn't want to think about it yet couldn't stop imagining Granger bouncing on Finch-Fletchley's cock as she gave him the ride of his life.

She giggled, and covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh, sorry. I forgot. Girls like me aren't supposed to have thoughts like that. I'm supposed to faint at the very idea of sex, right?"

Sexist as it was, she wasn't entirely wrong, though there was another reason he was surprised by her declaration.

"Actually, I was thinking about Weasley" -although it was easy enough to see why someone would prefer a fairy over the redhead- "your boyfriend."

"Oh," she said, looking a little embarrassed and then somewhat sad. "Ronald broke up with me. He said I've changed too much; I'm not the girl he fell in love with- whatever that's supposed to mean. So I'm free to fuck whoever I choose."

It sounded like Granger did still have feelings for Weasley, not that he cared about Granger's love life, it was simply better than thinking about her sex life. Draco had had just about enough of thinking about Granger and sex for one night. Gods, he needed to get her to leave so he could have a quick wank before he went back to sleep.

"So," asked Granger, coming to stand before him, "the deal?"

He must have spaced out because he had no idea what she was on about.

"Granger, I'm tired," Draco uttered in an annoyed tone, "I've got library duty in three hours and I need to put the finishing touches on two essays tomorrow for the apprenticeship position I'm seeking. I need to get some sleep so I can function properly tomorrow."

"I only wanted to thank you, Malfoy," she said, her chin appeared to wobble like she was trying to hold back tears. "I do feel really bad about this. I'd be willing to do anything to make it up to you."

He thought she was being melodramatic and rolled his eyes at her.

"Seriously, Malfoy. Anything."

Maybe it was the submissive tone to her voice, or the vulnerable way she held herself, but he suddenly had an idea. Running a hand through his pale hair, a contrast to Granger's, he looked her up and down as she stood before him.

"Turn around," he told her.

"What?" she asked in confusion.

"Turn around," he ordered. "Place your hands wide apart, flat down on that table."

Oh, he was sure he was pretty close to, if not actually crossing, some forbidden line, but he couldn't help himself.

Granger continued to stare at him, her expression changing gradually from confusion to defiance. So he helped her.

For the third time that night his hands made their way to her waist to physically turn her around and walk her the few steps to the ornate marble table standing against the wall.

"Hands," he reminded her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, but did as he said.

"Didn't you say you were willing to do anything? Well, since I was woken up and made to leave my bed at an ungodly hour just to help a couple of irresponsible teens, maybe all I want is payback by causing you some discomfort in return."

"Oh, you can be so childish," Granger muttered and then looked at him over her shoulder. "So, what do want me to do now?"

"Bend over and lay against the table."

She was quiet as if contemplating what he was asking of her. "You can't be serious, Malfoy."

"I'm absolutely serious, Granger. Now, were you serious when you said you'd do anything or were you just lying to me?"

She exhaled sharply, and then did as he asked. "It's cold," she gasped soon as her body made contact with the cool surface of the table.

The dungeons were usually cooler than the rest of the castle and the marble, no doubt, would have felt chilly against her skin. Draco imagined her nipples stiffening as the cold penetrated her top. He stepped back and took a moment to admire the view. Her skirt barely covered her well rounded bottom. No wonder even that poofter Finch-Fletchley couldn't resist commenting on it- it really was a nice arse.

She tensed as his hands gripped her hips. "Malfoy, what are you -"

"So Finch-Fletchley said you had a nice arse, huh? Let's confirm if he was right, shall we?"

She didn't get the chance to respond as he had already flipped her skirt up.

Draco thought he was going to have a heart attack seeing her thick arse framed by a lacy white thong. Caught off guard by the stunning visual, he found himself acting mindlessly on instinct alone. He felt his hand move and one finger hook itself inside the narrow scrap of lace that ran down the middle to disappear between the cheeks of her arse. He slid his finger up and down the strip of fabric a few times before letting it go with a snap against her skin.

"Fuck!" he groaned softly.

"That's not funny, Malfoy!" Granger snarled in response. She made to stand up, but he stopped her.

"Relax Granger." Placing his palm, fingers spread, over the centre of her back he pressed down on her. "It won't be so bad, and it'll be over soon," he reassured.

Then, unexpectedly, he raised his hand and brought it down with force on her bare cheek.

Granger cried out, probably from shock as much as the sting of the hit, while Draco mesmerised, watched her supple flesh jiggle and turn red. Far from being disgusted that he was enjoying watching Granger like this, the thought of breaking some kind of taboo with the Muggleborn only excited him further.

"You're dead," she swore, but he ignored the threat.

"That was for being naive enough to think Terry Boot was the kind of guy you could safely go out and get drunk with."

Hermione squirmed a little, not as much as she could have and definitely not enough to slip out of his grip. He raised his hand and spanked her other cheek, making her cry out once more. This one had to hurt; it was forceful enough to make her body slide up the table by a couple of inches.

"That was for disturbing me while I was asleep." His casual tone was sure to irk her further, but the sum of his experiences with the witch below him made Draco conclude that a riled up Granger was a fun Granger, at least where he was concerned.

Since both cheeks were now a lovely shade of red, he aimed the next blow at the space where her arse met her thigh.

She didn't howl in pain, like he expected. Tough girl that she was, she blew out her breath through gritted teeth. Something about the way she was willing to simply lie and take his punishment made his cock stir.

"That's for being irresponsible with your drinking."

He knew this one would piss her off and sure enough she barked, "Fuck off!" in response. Except, her voice was far too breathy to sound angry like she meant to.

His next strike was delivered to the meatiest part of her bum, followed by him groping the mounds of flesh. Pressing himself against her body, he brought his lips near her ears and whispered, "That one was for dressing like a slut."

Draco could see the goose pimples spring on her forearms and suspected that by now her face was probably as red as her bum.

"I disagree," she firmly stated, but made no objection to the way he was handling her.

He massaged her cheeks with his free hand, and for a moment it felt as if she was pressing into his palm. He was close to her inner thigh now, dangerously close to Granger's pussy. Drawn to the forbidden, he defiantly dipped two fingers between her thighs. She moaned softly, the sound going straight to his cock. He stilled completely as his fingers made contact with the warm and damp crotch of her panties.

"Why are you wet, Granger?"

"I'm not."

The fifth spank was delivered directly to the base of her cunt, making her swear loudly.

"That's for lying."

"Knock it off, Malfoy!"

All rational thought abandoned, his index finger lightly ran the length of her gash from top to bottom. Her knees buckled, but he caught her, his dick nestling perfectly in the cradle of her thighs from behind. He wanted nothing more in that moment than to undo his trousers, rip her thong away, and slip into her- so what if she was a Muggleborn, and wanted to fuck Finch-Fletchley while she was still in love with Weasley.

"You want me to stop?" he asked, thrusting shallowly against her. He was throbbing.

"You have to."

"Because you'd rather have Finch-Fletchley do this you?" Her pussy seemed to spread perfectly against his repeated motions, so he took his hand off her back and gripped her ass for leverage. This was beyond fucked. This was fucking brilliant!

"Oh," she moaned. "Merlin!" The little noises coming out of her mouth only drove him further crazy.

"Or maybe it's because I was a Death Eater? Is that it?" he asked, taking a step back, but only to push her thong to the side. "Because I'm not supposed to want to be inside your tight little Muggleborn cunt, right?"

Granger was unbelievably drenched, his fingers slipping against her soft wet lips with ease as he sought her entrance. She was the forbidden fruit he was meant to look away from, yet he thrust into her, ripping a muffled scream from her as his finger invaded her tight channel.

"Oh fuck. Oh yes," he breathed, feeling how tightly her pussy clung to his finger. He wished it was his cock being squeezed instead.

"Draco," she pleaded, her voice filled with need. "You have to stop."

"I know, I know sweetheart," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her exposed back. "I know."

It was madness and he knew it. But his thumb found her swollen clit, teasing it in a way that made her groan and grind her arse against him, and Draco wished to never be sane again. Her juices were trickling down his fingers, coating his hand. He wanted to taste it, to taste her. But he couldn't stop now, not when she was so close. He could tell from the way she was trembling, she was just about ready to come. So he tried to help her get there faster.

Draco alternated between rubbing circles around her clit and flicking it. Just as he sensed the tension in her body he gave her clit one last flick at the same time plunging his index and middle fingers into her pussy. She cried out, her body going rigid beneath him and the walls of her tight passage fluttering around his fingers as she climaxed. The scent of her sex filled the air and the only sounds in the room were her gasps as she tried to catch her breath.

He had to fuck her. Moving like a man possessed, one hand fumbled with the fly of his trousers desperate to free his cock while the other grabbed her hip, fingers slipping inside the edges of her panties, ready to rip them off and sink his cock into her wet heat.

Maybe she read his mind. Maybe he had spoken his intentions out loud.

"No, not like this. Please stop, Draco," she pleaded. But he ignored her and lined his cock with her entrance.

"I'm a virgin."

And just like that reality came crashing down. It was like having a bucket of ice cold water dumped on him while he was in the middle of a dream. Cock in hand, he stumbled backwards. What was he doing?! In a daze, he turned and walked to the nearest armchair, dropping heavily into it. His breathing was ragged and his erect penis throbbed angrily before his face. It all felt like some dream- something happening to someone else, not him. He heard Granger moving and out of the corner of his eye he saw her straighten her clothes, but not before he saw the red handprints on her arse from his blows. He looked down at his hand and saw the glistening traces of her orgasm.

She had asked him to stop several times, but he was only thinking with his prick at the time, his prick which was still too hard for him to shove back into his pants. He untucked his shirt to hide his member.

"Hey..." whispered Granger, being the one to finally break the deafening silence.

He saw her out of the corner of his eye remain standing near the table. He couldn't bring himself to face her. "Fuck, Granger- I mean, Hermione, I'm so sorry..." Even as he uttered the words he knew how pointless they were. He had molested her and nearly raped her. An 'I'm sorry' was not going to cut it.

She swallowed audibly and looked away. "You should probably get some sleep. You've got Library duty in a few hours. I can sleep here."

"No, I- My bed is big enough, you can join Pansy upstairs. I'll be fine here. I won't disturb you. You can, erm, ward the door shut if you don't trust- I mean I won't be coming up to my room."

She nodded. "Do you have everything you need for the morning?" she asked quietly.

"It's fine. I mean, yes. I'll be fine."

He continued to remain frozen, shocked by the things he had done tonight. A few more moments of deathly silence passed before he heard her moving away. By now his cock seemed to have finally accepted that it wasn't going to get any action tonight, it was soft enough he could tuck himself back in.

Draco moved to his transfigured bed and absentmindedly rearranged the pillow and blanket a couple of times. His heart continued to hammer in his ribcage and he could hear the sound of his blood rushing in his ears. When he settled on the bed, he felt disgusted with himself for so many reasons. He had lost his mind to the point where he abused a girl, a virgin at that, and came very close to raping her. Then there was the fact that she was a Muggleborn, instead of feeling repulsed at the prospect of touching her, he had experienced a thrill in doing the forbidden. He was a Pureblood, he was supposed to be better, yet he had acted like some animal in rut.

Everything felt unreal. If she ever chose to bring charges against him, he would be ruined, and rightly so- she wasn't completely sober at the time and he had taken advantage. Even if she didn't ruin his life by having him arrested she was never going forgive him.

"Draco, are you okay?"

Granger's voice snapped him out of his reverie. He saw her standing near the entrance of the passage that led to his dorm room. Even from this distance he could see the concern on her face. He doubted she would feel the same way tomorrow.

"Go to sleep, Granger. I'll be fine," he reassured her.

AN: This was just something I wrote to distract myself from what's happening in Wolf's mate right now. This is a two part story. Not sure when I'll write and post the second part (though I think it's fine even left like this).