A/N:

This is my second story, but I took the first down to improve it more. In the mean time I decided to write a more romantic story. I really wanted to write a smutty piece so here it is. Please review and let me know if there is anything that could be improved upon! Also enjoy!

Hermione felt a hole in her chest as she watched Ron and Harry getting smaller and smaller until they were no longer visible. Sighing she turned to look at Ginny who was smiling at her.

"Don't worry." Ginny said reassuringly.
Hermione smiled in return, but she couldn't help but worry. Ron and Harry had decided to not return to Hogwarts to finish their schooling. Ron had been accepted to his favorite Quidditch team to play back up Keeper and Harry and been accepted as an Aurorer. They had told Hermione and Ginny that they just wanted to be in the real world, since it just felt wrong returning to school after everything they'd been through. To Hermione it felt right. She needed normalcy and she needed to be surrounded with homework and essays again. Sighing she looked out her window as Neville, Luna and Ginny made small talk.

The castle was exactly the same, almost like there had never been a giant war that happened. Smiling for the first time that night Hermione was sure that was a good sign, nothing bad was going to happen. Ginny came rushing over to Hermione and looped their arms together and yanking the older witch into the castle. Hermione was home.

As the sorting ceremony came to an end Hermione tried to join in on the conversations around her, but her eyes kept wandering to the Slytherin table. At the end was Draco whom was surrounded by Blaise, Theo, Pansy, Daphne and a small blonde girl Hermione was unfamiliar with. Hermione was more interested in knowing what Malfoy was doing back, last she'd heard he had been locked up in Azkaban with his father. Had he made some sort of deal? IT took Hermione longer than necessary to realize a set of silver orbs were also staring at her. Blushing she looked away and tried tuning into what her friends were discussing.

After dinner McGonagall, the new Headmistress, asked to see all returning Eighth years. As Ginny and Luna said their good byes Neville and Hermione made their way over to the small group forming. Looking around Hermione noticed a few students she didn't know along with Malfoy, Pansy, Theo, Blaise, Daphne, Dean, and Seamus.
"I expect exceptional behavior from the lot of you." McGonagall stated right off the bat. "Any of you step one tow out of line and you'll be gone faster that you can say Hogwarts. I also expect your seventh year work to be done with grades above the rest and for your eighth year work to be just as great."
Hermione heard a few groans but she was excited, she was sure this would be a piece of cake. After the speech telling them they'd be staying in their house dorms they were dismissed. Hermione had felt a little bit depressed at knowing she would have no title this year since technically she wasn't supposed to be a student. She should have been head girl, a dream that would never come true.

The next few weeks were wonderful. Hermione had piles of homework and essays that kept her busier than ever. She didn't even have time to think of her boyfriend and best friend.

After studying for hours she finally looked up from her book realizing it was later than she'd expected. Gathering her things she made her way out of the library. On her walk her mind was filled with potions and some charms that she was having slight trouble with. She was so focused that she never saw the pale hand reach for her and pull her into the abandoned classroom.
Hermione made an unintelligible sound as she was thrown into the dark room. Reaching for her wand she felt the person quickly take it.
"Hand it over." She snarled trying to grab it back.
She heard the other person, male, laugh. She heard a rustling and then saw a small red spark light the torches on the wall. Glancing to the person she narrowed her eyes.
"Malfoy." She said with hatred. "Hand me my wand."
"No." He said twirling it between his fingers.
"I'll ask one more time." She said placing her hand out for him to place it in.
"How about you beg." He said cocking his head to one side and giver her that smirk.
Hermione didn't respond, she just held her hand out and waited.
"You see Mudblood, I've come to really hate little know it alls." Malfoy said taking a step forward. Hermione looked him over and tried not to show she was slightly scared, he had grown. Taller than even Ron who was at least six feet. Malfoy had to be at least six two. His shoulders were broad and he looked more muscular than she had remembered. "Then hand me my wand and I'll be gone."
He smirked. "Gone? No, no. I want you to pay."
Hermione for the first time really looked at him. His tie was loosened and his shirt was rumpled as was his hair. He looked grey as the fire light bounced off his skin. His eyes seemed unfocused, he was drunk. "Malfoy, you should go." She said taking a step forward and trying to snatch her wand.
"Go? You know where you should go? Azkaban."
"ME?" She laughed. "Oh yes that's where I belong."
Draco snarled. "It is, you and your two little idiots think you helped?"
"We did! We helped the people who deserved it." She said placing her hands on her hips. "Now give me my wand."
In two strides Draco was in front of her. She felt a small shimmer of panic rise inside her. He was stronger, faster and he had two wands at the moment. She felt his hands wrapping around her throat. "If I turn up dead, they'll know it was you." She said in a hushed voice. She saw something flicker in his eyes.
"Who said I was going to kill you?"
Before Hermione could speak his lips were on hers, crushing them fiercely. She tried to push him away but his lips were so soft and he tasted good, like firewhiskey and mint. Hermione found herself melting into him, leaning her body into his and letting her hands hold onto his shoulders. She didn't pay attention to the sound of her wand dropping on the floor or that he had lifted her up and placed her on the nearest desk. All Hermione could think of were his hands. Everywhere he touched burned, in the most pleasurable way she'd ever felt. Hermione gasped as he ripped open her blouse, flipped her onto her stomach on the table. "M..Malfoy." she moaned as he pushed her face down into the table.
"Shut it." He growled.
She felt him push her skirt up around her waist and slipped her underwear off of her. Malfoy then started to rub her in her most private parts that not even Ron had touched. Ron. Hermione pushed herself off the table and turned to face Malfoy who looked rather confused. Pushing him away she walked to her wand and picked it up, not bothering to hex him. She'd been a willing participant after all. "Come near me again and it will be the last thing you do." She ran out of the room, her shirt still unbuttoned. As she made it to the Fat Lady she was thankful she was asleep. Hermione buttoned her blouse and flattened down her hair.

"Grapefruit." Hermione said three times. The Fat Lady groaned and swung the portrait open. Hermione crept into her bed, still fully clothed. As she rolled onto her side she felt her face flush. She had left her underwear behind.