This is a two-shot about Hermione and Draco. Just read it.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKRowling except for the song and plot. The song belongs to Kelly Clarkson and the plot belongs to me.


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.

Hermione didn't really know how it started. One day they were the biggest enemies and the next she was lying under him moaning his name as he thrust in her over and over again. Just thinking about it sent the chills down her spine. Ever since, she hadn't been able to get his picture out of her mind. Wherever she would go, his sense, his smell, his touch, his face, followed her. She knew he didn't love her. Yet for some reason, no matter how ashamed she was at herself, she couldn't get him out of her mind. By now it was more than just a one-night-stand. It was a game. A dangerous game. One she was in too deep.

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

Everynight, almost, he would come to her and do as he wished. Everytime he would control her, use her. And everytime she let him. It's like she couldn't tell him to stop. It's like she needed him to do that to her. And whenever he wasn't around she became aware. Aware of how wrong this was. How he had changed her completely. How they were supposed to hate each other, yet she couldn't hate him. She became distant. Distant from her friends, classes, and even her precious books. Harry and Ron were worried. They even took her to Dumbledore once, but not even that helped.

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 felt like an empty shell, broken, used, and thrown away. Except that this process happened everynight. She didn't understand. If she was so miserable, how come she let him do this to her? How come she didn't stop him? Was she really that sick in the head? Any normal person would not respond to his touch the way she did, after he made her feel hurt over and over again. Right? Without him there, though, she felt like she was suffocating. If he wasn't around, her skin got cold by the loss of his touch. Her lungs lost oxygen. She felt nearly lifeless and powerless.

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

Hermione heard the door creek open. She knew immediately who it was. It was him. He was coming to get what he wanted, only to leave her again, miserable. She would tell him this time. She would resist. She would not give in. She opened her mouth, but before words came out he shushed her with his finger. Just that simple touch sent shivers down her spine. No. This would never end. She would never be able to stop him. Never.

It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you.

His hands made their way down to her hips and he pulled her close. The second their bodies collided, she felt like her breath was knocked out of her. She got dizzy. Her vision blurred. All she could see was him. The room slowly faded from her sight. As his mouth reached for hers she knew. She knew she was addicted.

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's like he was everywhere. She first had tried to hide from him by avoiding him in hallways, classes, and meals. But she had soon found out that this didn't work either. She still thought about him constantly. She couldn't focus on any more schoolwork. Her teachers became concerned. And at nights, he would creep into her dreams. Unless of course he was actually with her. Hermione Granger was possessed. She was possessed by someone else. He had taken over her body, mind, and soul. There was nothing left anymore. Hermione Granger, was definitely not the same anymore. It's like she was a completely different human being.

It's like I'm lost
It's like I'm giving up slowly
It's like you're a ghost that's haunting me
leave me alone.

In one way or another their clothes got off their bodies and were now lying in a big lump on the floor. He touched her with such passion, that it sometimes fooled her and made her think that he was hooked as well. But then, she would catch him with others as well. She squirmed under his touch, needing him more by the second. Now came her least favorite part. Begging. He always made her beg. And everytime she would. She would beg for him to touch her, beg for him to enter her, beg for him to do things to her that were so innappropriate that a few months ago she would've been disgusted at herself. Everyday, she gave up hope of ever resisting. She knew that even if she did quit, he would still haunt her. Everyday. It would never end.

And I know these voices in my head are mine alone
And I know I'll never change my ways,
If I don't give you up now.

She told herself it was wrong, that she should just say no and go back to her old life beside Harry and Ron. But she couldn't. She had even given up a trip to the Weasley's over Winter break, because she didn't know if she could survive without him for that long. Luckily for her, he had stayed as well. But Hermione knew all too well that now was the time to stop. Now was the time to end her own misery. Because if she didn't do it now, then she would never. She would let herself suffer all her life.

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...

Could she do it? She had just enough time. This was right where he was about to enter her. This was the crucial moment. She put her hand on his chest and stopped him. He looked at her with mild surprise, and Hermione thought for a second she saw a flicker of concern in his eyes. She had imagined it. Of course. He couldn't care about her. Right? No. It was impossible. No one could be this cruel to a person they cared for. But Hermione kept searching his eyes for something anyway. For strength to reject him. For ensurance of him accepting her wishes. She found none.

I'm hooked on you, I need a fix, I can't take it
Just one more hit, I promise I can deal with it
I'll handle it, quit it, just one more time, then that's it
Just a little bit more to get me through this.


I'm hooked on you, I need a fix, I can't take it
Just one more hit, I promise I can deal with it
I'll handle it, quit it, just one more time, then that's it
Just a little bit more to get me through this.

Hermione's hand slowly sunk down. His eyes narrowed before he continued his actions. With one thrust he was inside her. Hermione moaned. She was hooked. He was like a drug. If he wasn't in her she went crazy. Completely nutts. She needed one more fix of this amazing drug. If she did, she believed she could quit. She just needed one more blissful moment to remind her why she had done this to herself. She needed this to get energy. To get strength to give him up. When they climaxed everything went still. After a slight rest he went to get up. But this time Hermione was determined. She stopped him and looked him in the eyes. He was clearly shocked by this gesture. But he didn't look away.

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...

Tears rolled down Hermione's cheek as she whispered the words she had wanted to say but dreaded for the longest time. No matter how hard this was going to be, she had to do this. This wasn't her. She needed her old self back. Even if it meant sacrificing her whole life to suffer off of the consequences of losing him.

"We're over."