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Hermione awoke the next morning in her own dorm room, looking down at her body she saw the newly forming bruises on her upper thighs. It hadn't been a dream, it had been real. Guilt plagued her for the second time in twelve hours.

She wouldn't have felt so guilty if she hadn't of been the Boy-Who-Lived girlfriend, but she was and now she was guilty more than ever. This could destroy her friendship with both of the boys as well as a relationship that has been filled with so much love and trust. People would also hate her for sleeping with a muggle-born hating, Voldermort loving Death-Eater.

Running a hand through her hair, she slowly got out of bed padding into her bathroom. Turning on the hot water in the shower, Hermione looked at herself in the mirror. There were small bruises covering her legs, arms, and torso, not terribly noticeable but you could tell they were from sex. Her hair was tangled, her eyes were red and she was pale faced, she looked like shit just like she felt.

Standing under the hot water, Hermione wished the sins to wash away. Her mind raced as she thought of last night, his touch on her skin, his lips on her and the way he filled her. Even if it was bad to feel this way, it was truly something that she could never forget.

It was 6th year and half of the school had come back, everyone else stayed behind at home due to Voldemort. People were scared and they had every reason to be, it was only about to get worse at this point. Since only half the students came back everyone pretty much had dorms to themselves which was slightly grateful for, even if she did miss a few people. Her parents found out about what was happening and barely even let her come back and they were muggles! It was understandable to be this scared...

After she finished in the shower and getting dressed for school, she headed down to the Great Hall for some breakfast. Stepping out into the stairwell and walking down she could hear Harry and Ron bickering about some Quidditch tournament coming up and who was possibly going to win.

"Seriously guys? It's 7:30 in the morning and you are already arguing?" Hermione said as she stepped off the last step and walked towards them.

"We aren't fighting, we are having a conversation," Ron said as he tossed her a look before glaring at Harry again.

"Yeah, a conversation Hermione." Came Harry's reply, "how was detention? We didn't see you come in last night." As he pressed a kiss to her cheek and wrapping an arm around her.

"It was fine," she said feeling a pang of guilt hit her again.

"Are you sure? If Malfoy did anything we can hurt him for you." Harry said in a concerned voice, his eyebrows forming into a frown and so much love.

Shaking her head, she looked up at Harry, "honestly Harry, nothing happened. We just cleaned the classroom and then left."

"Okay if you say so," Harry replied, "now let's go get some food! I'm sure Ron is about to starve!"

Hermione chuckled and shook her head at the thought of Ron not getting food. It wasn't a pretty sight when he went without a meal.

"What? Did you say my name?" Ron asked looking between both of them as he came back from staring off into the distance.

"Yes, we are going to get breakfast!" Harry exclaimed.

They walked out of the portrait hole and down to the Great Hall, laughing and joking around with one another. Hermione thoughts of last night were forgotten for that time as she looked at both of the boys, her best friends, the two people who loved her no matter what.

All those thoughts stopped as she stepped into the Great Hall and spotted him. The same person who plagued her thoughts all night causing her to get no sleep. 'Looks like he didn't get much sleep either,' Hermione thought to herself. He caught her eyes on him and they had a staring contest it seemed, except Draco Malfoy's eyes were filled with regret, guilt, and anger.

"Earth the Hermione, hello?" Came a voice from her side as a hand waved in front of her face.

"What?"

"We were asking if you finished the potions essay?" Ron said staring at her as they sat down from across each other at their designated table.

"Oh...yeah I finished that a while ago!" She replied, looking between them she could practically read their minds, "and no, I'm not letting you "borrow" it."

"Seriously?" Came both boys reply as they started sighing and complaining.

"Yes, seriously."

"Even for me? Your boyfriend?" Harry said in a joking matter, chuckling as he looked at her with his green eyes.

Chuckling awkward and looking down at her lap, "as much as I love you it's still a no."

The conversation drifted onto a few other subjects as fellow housemates started to show up. Going to subjects such as Quidditch for the boys and planning the next trip to Hogsmeade for the girls.

Breakfast continued, as usual, laughing and joking. She would glance over at the Slytherin table occasionally and make eye contact with a certain blonde headed boy and then look away. She kept trying to push the thoughts out of her head and it kept failing.

Notes:

Okay so not the best chapter...but it will get better...hopefully. Sorry, it took so long to update I have been out of the country on a family emergency :( but not I is back! Again I apologize for it being boring…just...yeah…

*sinks back into a dark hole*