I plan on continuing A Haunting but I decided to start something else.. I wanted to make a darker Draco Malfoy. So if you love fluffy loveable Draco.. just skip this. It will contain some taboo things such as Voyeurism and Non-Consensual sex. No this doesn't mean rape. It just means Hermione may be under the influence or too intimated to say no.

Hermione was never one to dwell on the past; it usually ended in heartache and pain. She had her moments where she could think back fondly of her friends and family, and not break down in tears. They were rare but they were existent.

As she swirled her wine, a white wine- and not a very good one either, she thought of life before him.

Her life had been wonderful until shortly after the fall of Voldemort. All of the previous seventh year students had been invited back to Hogwarts to continue their studies. Of course Harry and Ron fought tooth and nail to be excluded, but with a little help from Ginny they both had been persuaded to reconsider.

Hermione had been a little hesitant about going back, especially since she would have to share a common room with her ex-boyfriend but those thoughts were immediately extinguished when Ron brought Lavender Brown to the burrow for a family dinner.

Although Hermione still cared deeply for Ron, they had both agreed that their relationship would never be able to move past friendship. They didn't have the same charisma Harry and Ginny had. They were better off as friends and it suited them both completely.

The letter had stated that although there were few seventh year students last year, they still had their head boy and head girl, and there would be no need for two sets. So this year they would be bossed around by a younger set of students. Lovely.

All of her hard work and dedication resulted in absolutely nothing. She was no longer able to be a Head Girl and although the fall of Voldemort brought peace and understanding to the Wizarding World, they still viewed muggleborns as a novelty. She may have fought alongside Harry Potter, but most of the glory went to Harry and Ron.

She could find a job right out of Hogwarts if she scored high on her NEWTs but it still wouldn't be grand as her best friends' positions. She was absolutely sure they both would be Aurors, and not just any Aurors, ones who could fight immediately without having to do the necessary time as a paper pusher.

She knew it would take a huge event in the pureblood community to even push those old coots into believing muggleborns could be viewed as the same.

Kings Cross Station had been busy as always, even more so now that there were going to be an extra year of students. There were mothers screaming, much like Molly used to, that their children had forgotten something. The students were catching up with their fellow students or rushing to get a good compartment.

Most people stopped and stared, or moved aside quickly once the Golden Trio stepped through. Of course Ron and Harry got the occasional autograph request; the same couldn't be said for Hermione.

Hermione let a huff of air escape her lips; she was irritated at the two boys. Although deep down she knew it wasn't their fault, it still hurt. She watched as Ron took a picture with a rather large breasted woman, at least Lavender looked like she was about to have a coronary.

Suddenly there was a pressure on her, the type you get when you know people are watching you intently. Hermione looked around the station full of people until her eyes found the pair gazing back at her. The silver gaze locked with brown and the rest of the station disappeared.

What was Draco Malfoy doing here?

She had heard that Draco was acquitted of all crimes during the war, mostly because there were none. True, the boy had taken the dark mark, but he did so under duress and only to save his family. In the end he and his mother had saved Harry, and that was all that mattered.

She had no idea she was staring until Ron jerked her out of her trance. "You ready to go?" he asked. She nodded her head but looked back over at the blonde boy. He was still watching her; or rather he was watching her shoulder where Ron still had his hand placed. Draco's eyes were narrowed and it almost seemed as if he were angry.

Hermione followed Ron and Harry to the train's entrance. She knew she would have to pass Draco just to get inside. It felt as if every nerve was on fire the closer she got to him, and from the look on his face it would appear he was in the same predicament.

Finally they were a mere inches away from each other. The station was so packed the trio had to squeeze around people just to move. Of course this meant Hermione had to press against Draco to move passed him. Harry and Ron were already further up the station, so they wouldn't have to see the altercation that was about to happen.

As she pressed her front against his arm, she tried desperately not to look into his eyes. Of course instead of staying still as one would expect someone to do in this situation, Draco decided to turn so he faced her. Now she was pressed against him, her face mere inches from his. To an outsider this would seem to be an intimate moment shared between two lovers before heading off to school. To those who knew the two, this was the calm before the storm. They were bound to rip each other apart.

Hermione finally allowed her eyes to look up into his. They were darker now; the silver was almost completely gone as his pupil had dilated in lust. His breathing had been coming out in quick puffs against her face, washing over her like a strong Amortentia potion.

Suddenly the whistle blew, allowing the passengers to know they should be boarding. This alarmed Hermione and she jerked her arm quickly. Unfortunately, the arm had been holding onto her trunk handle, sending the trunk straight towards Draco Malfoy's crotch. With a howl of pain he doubled over, grabbing himself to ease the pain.

Hermione stood there in shock, his screeching had caused a large number of people to gather around them. One of the members of the Golden Trio had attacked a Malfoy. The purebloods were shocked and outraged at the scene before them, the rest of the group were trying to hold back snickers.

"Granger.. "

The groan brought Hermione's gaze back to Draco. He was now looking up at her in pain and…anger. Gone were the lust and longing, she was so fucked.

"Malfoy.. I didn't mean.." she tried to stutter out. He was furious, that much she knew.

With a sound that could almost be called a whimper, Draco stood eye to eye with Hermione. Of course this meant he was still leaning over somewhat. No one expected him to be at full recovery right away. He did just take a suitcase full of clothes and books to the groin.

He brought his hand forward, causing Hermione to flinch in fear. Of course he would smack her, she would deserve it, and she probably just made it harder for him to have pureblood spawns later in life.

Instead of the pain she felt pressure. He had grabbed her chin and leaned his head in closely to her ear.

"I will pay you back Granger" he whispered. "I will fuck you so hard you will be unable to walk the next day, but instead of pleasure, I will leave you wanting and in pain. Exactly how you're leaving me right now."

As he lifted his head away from hers, she was sure he would notice she was sheet white. Sure she had had sex before, she and Viktor had made love after her fourth year of Hogwarts. She knew he had wanted more from her; he was after all a lot older than her. After the death of Cedric and Harry's innocence she needed to feel something happy, so she went along with it.

The prospect of having Draco Malfoy between her thighs making love to her was laughable. Of course he wouldn't take it slow and gentle; he was after all known for his hard fucking that left his partner blissfully satisfied. It was the main reason most girls could look beyond his horrible mood swings and temper.

With a wink and a swish of his robes the blonde Slytherin prince disappeared into the train. Leaving behind a stunned bushy haired brunette, and many gawkers.