AN: You asked for it, here's the cruel and twisted ending.
Draco Malfoy, scion of the Noble House of Malfoy, King of Slytherin House, Youngest (and best) Death Eater, and Bane of Harry Potter, awoke to the strange feeling of being cuddled. He sat up straight and saw, to his horror, the disgusting naked body of Mudblood Granger spread-eagled beneath him. He then saw the equally distressing sight of himself naked and the undeniable evidence of their coupling.
"No!" he yelled, but the sound did not truly capture his agony, "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Hermione awoke, fear in her eyes. "What's wrong, my love?! Are you ok?!"
Draco was shaking in a mixture of shame and disgust. "Of course I'm not ok, you silly bitch," he sneered, his upper lip pulling back to show the sub-human before him her true place, "You obviously snuck me a love potion." His nostrils flared and his eyes widened in fear as he realized what this really was. "I'll have you in Azkaban for Line Theft!" His voice soared ever higher. "You hear me, you dirty Mudblood?!"
Hermione's face was a mixture of shock and sadness. As Draco's fully legitimate threat hung in the air, however, he saw her face harden into a look of fierce determination. "Oh, my poor little Draco," she said, the Mudblood's voice growing as hard as her blemish of a face, "You were doing so well, too." She sighed. "Aw well, I guess we'll have to do another round. Maybe you'll pass this time."
Draco felt shock freeze his face. What was she talking about?!
Granger reached down below the bed and pulled out a notebook. "Experiment number 263 is a...failure." Malfoy thought he heard a hitch in her gross, unworthy voice.
"What are you talking about, Mudblood?!" Malfoy demanded, his face red with righteous rage and indignation.
Hermione finally looked at Draco and the look in her eyes made him take a step back. "This," she said, the finality in her voice making Draco flinch.
Hermione Granger gritted her teeth and pointed her wand at Draco Malfoy's stupid blonde head. "Obliviate!" She yelled.
