It was a Friday night at a muggle pub not far from her house and Hermione was trying to drown out her life. She had been through a lot during and after the war, a fact which people seemed to overlook whenever they decided to sneer at her. By ending things with an abusive Ron, she lost her supporters. By leaving the country, she lost her friends. When she finally returned, no one liked her and they took every possible moment to remind her that she was worthless. Hermione Granger, Brains of the Golden Trio, was deep into shit ten years after the end. She had no life. Her own friends wouldn't look at her, wouldn't hear her out, wouldn't listen to what she had went through to protect them. When she thought that her life couldn't get any worse, someone that she never wanted to see sauntered in through the door of the pub.
"Fancy meeting you here, Granger." Malfoy sneered. She really didn't want to relive that part of her life right here. She groaned and glared at him. Even after ten years, he was still the looker that he was at school. And all she wanted right now was a distraction. He came over to the bar and plopped down next to her. After ordering a drink he turned to face her.
"So, what is the Brains of the Golden Trio doing getting shit faced?" Malfoy asked. She really had no reply. He didn't know. Voldemort had purposely kept them apart. They never got to get chummy and compare tattoos, He made sure of that.
"Sod off." She replied tiredly. She really didn't want to talk to Malfoy. Shag his brains out, sure, but not talk. She sipped at her drink, watching him. He did the same. They looked at each other in silence for an immeasurable amount of time. His eyes were different, she noticed. They were harder, colder, more guarded. She supposed hers looked the same. He looked drained in general. Even though his swagger was still there, it was evident in his face and his posture that he was tired. She looked no better. When she finally grew tired of watching him, she said so.
"Malfoy, look, I'm tired, I need a distraction. Can we go back to your place?" Ten years ago, she never would have said that. She never would have had the guts, but now, she just didn't care anymore. She noticed the shock on his face. He was obviously expecting the old Granger, the naïve one. She watched as her words sank in. He gave a curt nod and stood up. She also stood and was about to throw a few knuts down but Malfoy stopped her. He payed for them both and led her out of the pub.
Malfoy pushed her against the wall, kissing her roughly and mercilessly. She groaned, enjoying the violence. Fumbling with the door, he managed to get it open and she found herself pushed up against the other side of the door. Malfoy's hands were running up under her shirt, caressing her breasts, making her moan into his hot mouth. Ever the opportunist, he shoved his tongue in, tasting, exploring. Her hips ground into his obvious erection, earning a growl. He moved to sucking and nipping at her neck, the underside of her jaw. At the hollow at the base of her neck, he sucked and bit, eliciting a throaty moan form her. He ground his hips into her warm core and she scraped her nails down his back.
"...Bed...." She managed to get out before another husky moan escaped. Hermione found herself thrown onto the bed, Malfoy between her legs, looking down at her through clouded eyes. Malfoy's mouth found hers again and she reached up to discard of his shirt. She ran her hands all over his smooth muscles, scraping here and there. She undid his pants, pulling down his boxers and jeans in one fell swoop. He kicked off his shoes, firmly attached to her neck.
"You are wearing entirely to many clothes." He gound out huskily. Ridding herself of all clothing on her lower portion, she grabbed Malfoy's proud erection. Malfoy's eyes rolled back in his head. He was enjoying this entirely too much. She flipped them over, her wet heat hovering directly over Malfoy's engorged member. He reached up and roughly tore the shirt off of her head. She undid her bra and flung it across the room. Just as she was positioning herself, Malfoy caught sight of something that he never would have guessed would be on her arm. The Dark Mark. As a gasp escaped his lips, Hermione slammed down, burying him within her. Any thoughts of the mark on her arm was quickly forgotten. His gasp turned into a moan and he moaned louder when she rose and came back down again. He wouldn't stand for being the submissive one so he flipped them over. Hitching one of her legs over his shoulder, he began pounding into her. She loved this, it was rough, animalistic. Her hips rose to meet his on every thrust. She felt herself rapidly getting close, it was too long since she felt this kind of pleasure. Screaming his name, she came, hard. Never had she come that hard. Malfoy was still thrusting, and after a few more hard thrusts, he found himself shooting his hot seed into her. Collapsing, he rolled to one side to avoid laying on Hermione. She fell asleep rather fast after that.
When she awoke the next morning, her head was killing her. She groaned and sat up, which only made the pounding in her head worse. Searching for her wand in the mess of discarded clothes, she failed to notice Malfoy awaking. Once she found her wand, she relieved herself of her hangover. She heard the sheets rustling and Malfoy groan. Slowly, she turned, facing the man that had tormented her in her youth, and would now torment her in her adult hood. She waited patiently for him to remember their tryst last night. When his eyes widened then narrowed, she realised that she made a grave mistake last night. She inadvertently revealed her darkest secret to someone she had no trust in. He glared at her and cleared his throat.
"Granger.." He growled. She was certainly not looking forward to telling this man what had exactly transpired to make her the wizarding world's most hated witch.