I wrote this for fun after a prompt on a Dramione page and people wanted more so I turned it into a two shot. Also please be nice if you see any mistakes and let me know. I am a novice, but full of ideas and working on a couple of stories. Hope you enjoy and please leave a review!

Jk Rowling owns… The plot is mine.

"Intoxicating,

appreciating,

don't need persuading.

Anticipating,

each move you're making,

I know what you need inside out."

-Wait, Nicole Miller

Draco is pacing back and forth, clutching tight the mobile phone Blaise had lent him, his poor attempt at blending into muggle society. He isn't trying to draw attention to himself but his sharp black suit, slick blonde hair and pale white skin attracted attention from many who pass by.

He'd been tracking her for days now. That slippery little Gryffindor slipped straight through his fingers once more.

'Next time she won't be so lucky' he thinks to himself, as the muggle mobile vibrated in his hand. He accepts the call, bringing it up to his ear.

"I have news."

"Zabini, do not disappoint."

"She's here. In London, alone. Obviously came back to her flat to grab some things. Her mistake."

Draco hung up the call immediately and apparated to Hermione's flat. He arrived outside seconds later. He stands at her letterbox for a moment taking in the view, he can see her through the lounge room window, frantically waving her wand as objects fly around the room packing themselves into trunks.

'My fearless little love, how brave of you to come alone and yet how foolish of you!' Draco thought to himself as he steps through the wards he put up days earlier. He knew she would find a way to bypass the alarms but there was no way she could bring all his wards down. He felt pleased knowing his wards have her trapped in her own home and she is yet to find out.

Draco turns the doorknob and enters Hermione's flat, his stealthy footsteps bringing him to a halt in her lounge room.

"Hello my love. We meet again."

Crash.

Hermione drops a pile of trinkets she is levitating. She spins around to see him standing there. His eyes cold as stone and a calculating glare upon his face. She can tell he's angry. She grips her wand tight and wordlessly throws a stunning spell at him but the jet of light dodged him effortlessly.

"You! How did you?"

"Do you really think you can outsmart me Granger? I've had wards up on this place for days. You can't use magic against me. You can't leave without me. You can't even contact anyone. Better yet, I'm assuming since you are here alone you snuck off and no one knows you are here. When are you Gryffindor's ever going to learn that there's a line between danger and recklessness. Not that I'm surprised; you acted exactly as I predicted."

Hermione takes several steps back as Draco takes several forward. She finds herself hard up against the wall of her lounge equally corned by walls and Draco.

'Why did you have to get yourself in this situation again? Why can't you ever learn from past mistakes! Ugh this is not good.' Hermione thinks to herself. 'Stupid.'

Hermione meets Draco's gaze. His ice cold stare sending shivers down her spine. Goosebumps appear on her arms and she crosses her arms, folding her hands over them and rubs them in an attempt to take away the chill that is seeping through her skin. She drew in a shaky breath.

"Malfoy, why are you doing this? You can have anyone you want. What do you want with a filthy mudblood?"

"If I have to tell you again then you really aren't that bright."

Hermione stares blankly. Too proud to show her fear.

Draco displays a glimmer of hope momentarily before returning indifferent.

"Accept my proposal and you will keep your life."

"Malfoy, you can't be serious. No I can't. No I won't. No you won't. Please."

"You were my first. My first kiss, my first love, my first heartache..."

Draco takes a step toward Hermione.

"My first kill. And I will never ever forget that."

Hermione gasps, tears are falling freely down her face and she has that lump in the throat feeling from holding in her sobs. The lump is building pressure at a rapid rate. She is losing control of her emotions, as the fear she felt the moment she laid eyes on him in her flat finally gets the better of her.

"If I can't have you. No one can...

Avada Kedavra."