Written By: Summer Carlisle

Disclaimer: Although I doubt these disclaimers make any difference, it can't hurt. I own only the new plot ideas seen here, not the characters or place names or anything else.

Setting: Varied

Rating: T, maybe M in places

Genre: Romance/Angst/Drama/Humor/Hurt/Comfort/Etc.

Warnings: Language/violence/sexual situations

Note: So this isn't a drabble technically because it's too long, but it just a short, single scene with no background information that I just had to write down. I plan to update this "story" with more of these random scenes simply because they float around in my head, not leaving me alone so I figure this is a good way to get them out there. Most will be HG/DM I am sure.


"I'm not meeting you like this again, Hermione. It won't work, we have to stop." Hermione grabbed his hands and stared into his eyes. He pulled out of her grasp. "We have to stop," he repeated harshly.

"Draco! Why can't we be together? It'll be fine, we can work it out because we love eachoth-"

"Don't!" he yelled, loud enough that she took several steps back from him. "I don't love you." Before she could even think of a reply, his body slammed against hers, knocking them both to the floor. Her head hit the stone painfully as he pinned her arms above her head, staring down at her and breathing heavily. His lips crashed onto hers and she struggled to catch her breath. The kiss bruised her lips and made her feel as if she was suffocating, but she didn't push him away. Hermione bit down on his lower lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood a moment later. This didn't stop either of them.

Distracted, his grip on her wrists loosened and she quickly moved her hands up under his shirt, digging her nails into his back. Grinding his hips into hers, he finally tore away from the greedy, desperate kiss. His lips brushed across her cheek to her ear.

"I hate you," he whispered in the gentlest, most loving voice she had ever heard him use. She flipped him over so she was straddling him, bringing her lips colliding against his once more. He shoved her skirt up out of the way and grabbed the waistband of her underwear to rip them off. Her skin burned as the fabric dug into her hips until they tore free and he tossed them aside. His fingertips dug into her already stinging hips while she unfastened his trousers.

She dragged her nails down his chest as he pushed into her, knowing they were both drawing blood.