Timeline: Written midway through Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
A/N: A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

"Grown-up Responsibility"

He trapped her in a deserted corridor, his hand on her hip, her back to the wall.

"I know about your D.A. meetings," Draco sneered. "And Snuffles, and your stupid Mudblood headquarters. But there's one way you could convince me to forget." He assaulted her mouth in a kiss, and Hermione almost retched.

She knew what she had to do; the one chance she had to save herself, her parents, her friends, Dumbledore, and the Order. Everyone was in the dining hall; Harry and Ron had a hundred alibis. There would be no marks and no witnesses.

"Avada Kedavra."