Hello everybody! Normally I'm not a Dramione shipper, but this came into my mind and I really wanted to write it down. It seems pretty plausible. I personally don't think it's very good, but let me know what you think!
It began in sixth year. Out of anger, and jealousy and rage. The first time was amazing for her, even though it was her first time ever. It was practically silent, only moaning and panting. It was fast, hard, and exactly what she'd needed. It was the most wrong thing she could've done, ever. When it was all over, she really looked at him, and realized what she'd done. She pulled up her pants, threatened to hex him if he ever told a soul, and left the classroom they'd done it in.
It happened again three days later, when she saw Ron snogging her again in between classes. She found Malfoy again and dragged him into a broom closet.
"Granger, what the hell is with you," he gasped as she pulled off her top and his pants.
"I just need someone," she whispered back, before she mashed her lips against his, reveling in the knowledge that Ron would've been horrified at her actions if he could've seen her.
It just kept happening over and over, whenever she saw Ron and Lavender together. She would find Malfoy, pull him in a closet or a classroom or behind a tapestry and and have angry, passionate kisses and more. Even after Ron and Lavender broke up, she kept going back to him for more.
The night he was going to kill Dumbledore, he found her and initiated the lovemaking. Then he left, and she was empty. Over time, he had become her anchor, her sick obsession, the one twisted constant in her life. She turned to Ron after that, and when he left her again she wished for nothing more than to be in Draco's arms again, to feel his lips against hers, that familiar fire blooming just below her belly. Even after Ron came back, all she could think about was Draco. When they were dragged to Malfoy Manor, she was inappropriately ecstatic to see him again, to just drink in his pale blond hair and the grey eyes she hadn't seen for so long. And he tried to protect her, and Harry and Ron, and she wanted to throw him on the floor and rip off all his clothes.
After the final battle at Hogwarts, she sneaked away and wandered into the classroom where they'd first done it and she found him standing there. They just stared at each other for a moment. That electricity crackled between them, just like before. His eyes were almost... tender.
"Hey Granger," he said, his voice low. He started to walk towards her, but she backed up.
"I'm with Ron now..." she said slowly. "We kissed. I love him." Draco stopped and stared at her.
"What... are you talking about," he said, his voice growing a little louder in anger.
"Draco. You couldn't possibly think this was serious. I just needed someone and you were the first one I saw who I knew."
"Hermione. I fell in love with you. Why do you think I tried to save you, dammit! I would've been with you, no matter what the cost." Hermione stared at him. Then she began to slowly back out of the room. He didn't try to stop her. He knew she wouldn't come back.