Disclaimer: You all know its not mine except for the plot.

General warning for language, implied scenes of a sexual nature, and sado-masochistic overtones.

­­­­­­­Chapter One: The First Time

It was the first time that Draco Malfoy had hit Hermione that she realized how much she needed him.

As usual the appalling behavior of the Slytherins had lead to a bit of a stand off in the hallway outside of the dungeons. Just as soon as Professor Snape's cloak had swished around the corner…

"Potter! What's the rush?" Malfoy asked menacingly, pulling his wand out of his robes.

"Malfoy you can't! Dumbledore has placed a spell on the hallways so that students cannot use magic between classes. Not that you would be able to turn out anything too worrying though…" She said, adding a disdainful look.

"Oh, I had forgotten about that new rule." Malfoy said, smirking, holding a hand out in front of them, giving the trio permission to pass and go up the stairs.

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance of surprise. Malfoy giving up without a fight?

When they had both passed Malfoy, he inclined his head to Hermione's face and whispered in her ear,

"There are a lot of things I can turn out Mudblood." He paused, leaned in closer, and spoke so low his words were almost hissed in her ear, "There are so many ways I could hurt y—Smack!

Hermione reacted instinctively to his words, her hand catching him hard across the face. Harry and Ron spun around just in time to see Malfoy bearing down on Hermione.

Yeah, I need you. I need you to hate me.

Hermione was a brave witch but there was something in his eyes that, despite her outwards stoicism, caused something inside of her to reverberate painfully, reminding her of something she had never known, like the glimpse of a past life.

Then he hit her.

Hard.

Hermione's world turned black for a moment before actual images returned to her in brighter colours, and sounds in higher volumes.

Thank you.

Hermione didn't know why that was her first reaction. But it was.

Malfoy was rather shocked and impressed with himself that he had just hit a girl…his very first…it wasn't gentlemanly and went against the polish of his class but he had seen his father do it so many times…

Hermione smiled weakly, catching him off guard.

Malfoy's pride evaporated quickly and was replaced by bewilderment.

Time is a funny thing.

All this happened in seconds.

Yet, it was at least several centuries before Harry and Ron had descended the staircase, livid. It almost made Hermione smile to see her friends fuming as Fred and George, who had just walked down the stairs behind them, pulled them away from an extremely lucky Draco Malfoy, who, had Fred and George not been present, would have been torn limb from limb judging by the look on Harry and Ron's faces.

"Come on, let's go." Hermione said, in a calm voice that surprised even her. Everything in the world seemed so clear to her, everything made sense, and the air was like liquid around her, her fingers creating small imperceptible waves.

She started up the stairs followed by Fred and George who were still having trouble holding back the two struggling boys, both of which were shouting expletives freely.

"That fucking piece of sh—"

"Ron!" Hermione interrupted.

Malfoy was left standing in alone in the middle of the deserted hallway.

He was having trouble breathing. He felt like he was drowning.

She hadn't even looked him in the eye.

Words in italics come from the beginning of one of 50 cent's songs. And for future reference any long phrases in italics should be taken to mean that those words are not mine and the source will be cited at the end of the chapter.

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