"Get out of the fucking way mudblood," with a push he shoved the petite Gryffindor onto the stone wall. With yelp and a quick fall to the ground, Hermione cupped the corner of her head that made impact with the stone.

She looked up at the Sytherin crew consisted of Goyle, Crabbe, Blaise and Draco.

Draco turned around and pointed at the poor girl, "Ha! Not so tough without your idiots at your side now are you?"

She looked at her hands and back at the boys who were laughing and starting to walk away now.

The question was meant to be rhetorical but she still responded.

"Go to hell, Malfoy."

They all stopped in their tracks and almost simultaneously turned around with a look on their faces that just made Hermione's heart drop to the cold floor. Her glare she wore fell apart. The look in his eyes made her want to get up and run, but out fear she was stuck, unable to move.

"Who," he took a step closer, "the fuck, do you think you are?"

Silence.

"That's right," he said slipping a hand into his pocket ,"nobody. Langlock!" His spell hurled towards the bleeding girl, which caused her to be thrown back. "That'll teach you to speak to those above you, mudblood."

The boys laughed filling the halls with their laughter. They turned around slapping each others' backs, out of all of them though he walked away with poise but with a small stomp that could slightly be heard.

Hermione was speechless, literally, the roof of her mouth was stuck to her tongue, unable to open her mouth completely, she ran with a hand to her bleeding head and another to her mouth which started to sting and taste a bit like copper after trying to pull it apart herself.

Tears weld up as she ran faster down the halls, their voices and laughter still filling her ears.

How could I have been so weak? Why didn't I hex those idiots when I had the chance? Why all of a sudden was I so scared of them? What made them different now?

For some reason those boys in particular, gave her a strong feeling of fear, hatred oozed out of them. But something in his eyes made him look as if her had killed before.

She closed her eyes and continued to run. She was stupid for taking the shortcut by the Slytherins' dungeon.

"Hold still," the red head commanded.

"Nnmmmmnnn!"She muffled.

With a quick swish of his wand Ron released Hermione from the jaw holding spell.

"Ahhhh, finally!" She smiled and wrapped Ron in an embrace with a quick kiss to his cheek, "Thank you, Ronald. And I must say, my private tutoring is definitely helping you in ways I never did imagine."

He smiled and blushed bright tomato red, "Obviously, all thanks to you. But tell me, who the hell hexed you?" His faced now grave.

Hermione bit her lip and felt her face drain, "I-I…well you see…" she couldn't bring herself to say the truth, she just couldn't, what was she going to do if he knew the truth. It was embarrassing and stupid of her to even have been going through those halls, let alone the fact she never thought of drawing her wand at the first sight of trouble. She knew that if she told him, it would lead to more trouble such, such as Harry getting involved and starting something with the Slytherins, and for some reason Hermione knew Ron and Harry wouldn't win so easily.

Ron crossed his arms, 'Well?"

"Well…I was practicing spells, and I…worked myself too much…and I was tired. Its embarrassing really, Ron, you don't want to hear it."

"Yes I do."

She sighed, "I made a mistake and confused some spells." She looked at the ground. "I was stupid."

He examined her face curiously until Ron laughed, "That's it? You have no idea how relieved I am, Mione'. I thought some idiot had hexed you! You're allowed to make mistakes every once in a while, no one's perfect."

He hugged her in a tight embrace that made her feel only slightly better, "Love you Mione'"

"Love you too, Ron," she replied as she pecked him on the cheek. She couldn't help but feel cold.

-D POV-

I couldn't walk straight. Fuck. Fuck me. My head was going side to side, I couldn't walk straight. Where the fuck was I even going?

I was almost finished with the bottle of firewhiskey Blaise brought for me today, as much as the idiots begged, I just couldn't bring myself to share what I needed most these days. It was the pressure.

It been a while since I've had a good fuck, last girl was Pansy and that wasn't much of a conquest honestly. The slut practically opened my trousers and danced on top of me. Damn she danced pretty damn well.

I took another swig. Fuck. I should stop soon. Another swig now.

Fuck I wanted to pass out fast, it was probably 2 in the morning now.

I was lucky to be a prefect this year, if I wasn't, I should have been caught and expelled plenty of times for intoxication on campus. Blaise should have been patrolling with me tonight but, he was running off to places I knew nothing about. We both kept secrets from one another. I mean, we had to. It was instinct. Fighting for the dark side was no easy task, let alone hiding the fact that we were doing so while in school.

Swig.

It was too much for me. But nothing was impossible for a Malfoy. I just had to go through it by conquering as much as I could. Failure was no option. And if it came to it…I was dead. Plain and simple. Whether it be by Voldemort's hand or my father's. I knew I wouldn't be lucky enough to die quickly, I was most likely to suffer in the cruelest way possible.

Failure was not an option.

I coughed loudly burning my throat in the process.

I continued through the halls with no problem or disturbance whatsoever.

Swig.

Shit, I'm almost done with it.

I grimaced holding the bottle to my face. If I didn't know any better, I could've called myself an alcoholic.

I laughed to myself as I held it up.

As I continued walking, I felt myself step on an object.

"Hmmm?"

I leaned over to pick up what seemed to be a stick-no wait, a wand? What kind of idiot leaves their wand around to lie about? I stuck it in my trouser pocket to save.

Swig.

There were possible about 4 gulps worth of firewhiskey left now. I better slow down.

As I walked down the halls, I heard something unusual. Footsteps. Since when did I hear footsteps at this time of night? Actually, anytime I spent patrolling.

I walked towards the noise; aware I could be caught by a professor if they just took a whiff of me. If a student, I'd find a way to make them stay quiet.

"Who's there?" I yelled in the most composed way possible.

- H POV-

Fantastic, caught by a prefect, absolutely fantastic.

Words rushed out of my mouth in a panic, "Sorry, I left my wand here by mistake, it must have fallen out. You see, I fell earlier and my wand happened to fall out of my pocket, I rushed back to my house and was completely oblivious to the fact that-" I stopped, dead in the middle of my sentence. Fuck me.

"Oh, Malfoy."

I stopped dead in my tracks, I didn't know whether or not to turn around and run. I stayed in place. I wouldn't be easy to take down this time. I crossed my arms and made raised my chin.

"Z-Grangeer," he cleared his throat, "What do you think you're doing here?"

Hate filled his eyes again.

He walked towards me. Something was off. I didn't know what, but something about him just seemed more… wild.

"Didn't I tell you to stay out of this property? Places like this should not be touched by one of the likes of you."

He was up in my face now. Two inches of spaces separated our faces.

"I-well-I." I reached into my pocket for my wand out of habit, I felt nothing.

"Oh yes, I believe you came looking for this now, didn't you?" A strong stench of alcohol filled my nostrils as he flicked my wand up and toyed with it in one hand, and with his other hand he held an almost empty bottle of firewhiskey which he made little effort to hide from me.

"Y-you cant drink on school grounds Malfoy. You of all people should know that."

"I do as I please. I get what I want."

"May I have my wand back please?" I couldn't bare to be here any moment longer.

He looked me straight in the eye and with coldest tone of voice I've ever heard, he whispered "No."

- D POV-

I had no idea what I was doing honestly. I just knew I was angry, and I had to do something. And with that, I stupefied her.

I didn't know why I was carrying her over my shoulder.

I didn't know why I wanted to hurt her so bad.

I didn't I know why I was walking towards the room of requirement.

Nor did I know why there was a bulge sticking from my trousers.

But I knew what I was going to do. I needed it. I had to relieve myself of what I carried.

The room opened with no trouble.

In there, there was a bed comfortable looking, decorated in grey and silver to my liking, candles to light the room, and shower in the corner.

I needed to fuck now.

Quickly, I shut the door and threw the mudblood onto the bed. She was stonefaced, I couldn't do this while staring at stiff face. Quickly I disenchanted her.

With that, she started to scream.

Fuck.

Lifting herself off the bed, she sprinted towards the door.

"Oh no you don't."

I lunged after her and landed in a thud. I knew it hurt her in some way but I didn't care.

"Imperio"

She stopped struggling under me and stared at me now with wide eyes that just spelled 'FEAR' in capital letters.

"You will do as I say, you got that?"

She nodded.

"Now get on that bed."

I got off her as she walked as slowly as she could.

When she sat down, she stared at me with the most defeated expression I had ever seen on a being.

"Take off your sweater."

She did, as angrily as possible and threw it in front of me.

"Shirt."

She breathed in deeply and slowly took it off.

What was left was her fairly sized breasts, her skin seemed soft, I felt like molding my hands into it.

I went towards the bed, "Lay down."

I moved towards her face as she did so.

"Now, I want you to take it out, quietly."

I saw a tear forming in her eye.

Slowly, her hand shook while zipping down the entrance to me.

"Now massage it as if it were your redhead's."

A small sob broke from her mouth as she took my hard dripping cock out. Her hand quickly moved up and down the shaft. Fuck.

"I see why he likes you so much now, what would he say now if he were to see you like this? Ha."

Another sob.

"Do you like it? Tell me how much bigger it is than the bloodtraitors now, and tell me the truth."

She opened her mouth and let out a sob, "Y-yourss is m-much b-bigger. And no, I do not like it!" With that, she started sobbing harder.

"Shut up and put it in your mouth. And don't you dare fucking try to bite."

Quietly she moved and filled me with her warmth. "Ahhh yesss."

I took her head and started pumping into her, this was exactly what I needed. She felt great, I need this so bad.

Faster, I pumped into her.

She made noises that indicated she was choking.

"Don't be afraid to use your tongue now, ahhh."

She started to push me away.

"Don't you fucking dare, mudblood."

With that, I pushed her mouth completely in.

Then again, slowly and repeatedly.

I was close.

Faster. Faster.

I closed my eyes and released into her mouth.

I could feel her convulsing in disgust. I didn't care. I made sure I was completely empty.

As slowly as possible I took my still hard cock out of her mouth.

I sighed in satisfaction.

"Don't spit. Swallow. Let me see you enjoy it."

I saw her gulp it with a small smile, her eyes showed otherwise, filled with pain and tears.

I spread myself across the bed.

"Prepare yourself, mudblood. You're not done just yet."

I smirked to myself as I reached for another swig of firewhiskey.

I could feel her shaking from her side of the bed.

"P-please…please don't do this," she begged.

I started laughing. It was stupid of her to even beg. With that, I moved over her in a swift fashion, ripping her jeans off of her shaking body.