AN: This is a teaser for something I've been working on. If you guys like it I will add more, but if not then just let me know...I know I took down my other story but I just didn't like the direction it was going in, so I scrapped it because my Muse had left me, and this one had been sitting near my ear for awhile.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling has the exclusive rights, not me. Sadly...I just like to use them in my imagination.

"Can you keep a secret?"

"I've been keeping secrets my whole life."

"Every time I look at you, I want to hurt you."

"That's your secret? It's not a very good one. Everyone knows that."

"Do you know why?"

"Because I'm filthy, disgusting, not worthy of breathing." An exasperated sigh echoed in the nearly empty room. "How many more reasons do you want me to give you?"

"I want to hurt you because of how you make me feel."

The silence was terrifyingly loud. The space between them was closing slowly but surely. The air was already thick with unsaid insults. Two pairs of eyes stayed locked on opposite targets, his on her, hers on him. They watched each other, like predators stalking prey.

"I make you feel that sick inside, do I?" The small smirk on her face crept there without permission. She could feel her lips twisting into his signature facial expression. He watched her in amusement, eyes dark with a mix of hatred and passion.

"Yes. So grossly ill that all I want to do is squeeze this neck of yours until you can no longer breathe." To demonstrate his point, a pale hand slithered up the side of her throat, fingers closing firmly around the flesh of her neck. She lifted her head, trying to keep air flowing to her lungs. His grip was strong, but not crushing her windpipe just yet.

"But you won't do it." She challenged, swallowing thickly against his palm. He pressed harder with his fingers, causing her to whimper just the slightest bit in pain.

"I can't do it." His voice floated through the tense air as a whisper, giving her throat one solid flex of his hand before withdrawing it. She sucked in a greedy breath, ignoring the heat that had grown in both her cheeks. "You're much too valuable for the cause. I have been expressly ordered to not kill you, which causes me the utmost pain. I'd like nothing more than to see you dead."

"You always tell such beautiful stories." She scoffed and twisted her wrists in their shackles, the cold iron rubbing her skin raw. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, sighing as she looked at him once more. "Are you done yet?"

"I wasn't aware I was taking time out of your busy schedule." He let the words fall from his mouth slowly.

"Yes, you're running into the time I use to recount all the cracks in the concrete." Her sarcasm was rewarded with a halfhearted backhand to her right cheek. Her head fell to the left, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

"If it was anyone else down here except for me, your insolence and mouth would be punished." He growled at her, annoyed by her constant defiance. She rolled her eyes and let her head rest against the stones behind her.

"I know." Her eyes closed and another long wistful sigh filled the room. "You'll have to go soon."

"I know." He nodded and stepped closer to her, two fingers placed beneath her chin as his thumb rested just below her bottom lip. He used this grip to pull her head away from the wall, forcing her to look at him. "I'll come back."

"I look forward to it." She drawled, her expression tainted with malice. Her eyes, however, were hopeful. He hummed in reply and pinched her chin sharply between his fingers and thumb, her mouth falling open. He took advantage of her position, his teeth sharp against the sensitive and wet flesh of her lip. He tasted like pine and cinnamon and wrong, and she was flavored like ginger and mint and perfection. The echo of the cell gate closing kept her company as his footsteps disappeared down the hallway of the dungeon.

Hermione Granger drew her lip into her own mouth, sucking lightly to draw more blood from the spot where he had bitten down too hard.

Draco Malfoy raised one hand to his mouth, fingers wiping gently at the corners of his lips to remove the tiny specks of blood lingering there before placing the dark silver mask over his face and drawing up his hood.

AN: Let me know what you think, please. Fair winds and following seas...