Against her better judgment, Hermione returned the next day. She felt a bit silly. Before she had made her way to the prison, she had decided to have lunch at a small café. As a thoughtful gesture she believed he would appreciate, she chose to buy Malfoy lunch as well. Now, however, as she dutifully carried the brown paper bag down the hallway, she was having second thoughts. What would he think? What if he didn't like it? Oh God, she was making such a big deal out of nothing. She needed to pull herself together. It was lunch for heaven's sake.

She reached Draco's cell, took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped inside. She heard a rustling noise as Malfoy rolled out of his cot and came forward into the dim light. She smiled shyly as she held the brown paper bag out in front of her.

"I brought you a gift."

He looked at her questioningly, but tentatively poked a pale hand through the bars to take the bag from her. Their fingers accidentally touched and she instinctively pulled back as though something had shocked her. Fortunately for her, Malfoy didn't notice because he was too busy peering cautiously into the bag.

Hermione tried to stifle a giggle, "Don't worry, it's not going to explode. I just thought you'd like some lunch."

Draco glared at her, "What is this? Some kind of pity food?" He asked motioning to the bag.

Hermione tensed, "No, not at all. I just thought you might be hungry since you mentioned that the guards don't feed you all the time."

Draco frowned but began to unwrap the sandwich she had gotten him anyway.

"You really didn't have to Granger."

As she watched him devour the sandwich, she smiled despite herself, "Forgive me, I'm too nice of a person to let someone starve. When's the last time you ate?"

"Two days ago." Came the terse reply

Her eyes widened in shock, "They haven't fed you for two days?"

"Oh no. They gave me something, it just wasn't food," Malfoy scowled just thinking about it. Hermione frowned, wishing she had brought him something more. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she glanced up at Malfoy who was now staring at her intently. Suddenly very uncomfortable, Hermione shifted in her seat and cleared her throat, "Alright, let's begin our session."

And so it began. Question for question, answer for answer. Hermione glanced at her watch some time later, and realized that their session should have ended an hour ago. She looked back at Malfoy, who was still focused on her and said, "It's about time I leave. We'll have to continue this tomorrow. I have to say though; it's all going very well."

Malfoy shrugged his shoulders and smirked, "All activities go well when I'm involved."

Hermione chose to ignore the innuendo in his comment and got up from her seat and made her way to the door. As she opened it, she glanced back and said, "Till tomorrow then." And with that, she walked out, leaving Malfoy to stare at the spot where she had just been. Feeling a slight twinge in his groin, he looked down. Why was he hard? Ok, he knew why. But why after muddy? He felt unclean.

In the next few following weeks, Hermione had worked around her schedule to make sure she met with Malfoy five times a week, not just the three she had previously planned on. And every day she also bought him lunch. Although he never voiced it, she sensed his appreciation. On one occasion, when she had been delayed in traffic and was late five minutes, he had grumbled, "You're late. And where's my sandwich?"

Both Hermione and Malfoy enjoyed the sessions more than they cared to admit. Hermione blamed her curiosity and Malfoy told himself it was out of loneliness. Hermione did admit however, that their talks were going superbly well, albeit at times he would get a little cheeky. Everything was going fine, until one day their discussions led them on to talk about Malfoy's dark mark.

"Can I see it?" Hermione asked in a whisper. Malfoy smirked and rolled up his sleeves nonchalantly. He noticed Hermione's brown eyes grow wider and wider as more of the dark mark was revealed with each roll of his sleeve. She continued to stare, mouth slightly agape while he studied her. She glanced up into his cold grey eyes nervously and questioningly. He knew what she wanted. She wanted to touch it. He shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head to signal a yes. She rose from her chair and made her way forward slowly toward the cell as he shoved his forearm between the bars for her. She tenderly placed one hand under his arm to steady it and with her other hand, she felt the unsightly mark.

Beads of sweat rolled down Malfoy's forehead as Hermione almost caressingly traced the dark mark with her fingertips. Something stirred within Malfoy's groin. He tried to suppress it but it had been far too long since he had been touched so by a member of the opposite sex. Too busy scrutinizing the mark, Hermione failed to notice Malfoy's heated gaze as he drank in her features. He had never seen her in such a light before. Her alabaster skin looked so deliciously soft. Her flowery scent was making him light headed. He could barely control himself as he looked at her huge doe eyes and pink pouty lips. He let out a low growl, which caused Hermione to finally look up at him and her breath hitched in the back of her throat. The intensity of his gaze frightened her. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes. It was pure lust and it made her knees weak. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she tried to back away. Malfoy had other plans however, and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her toward him. With his free hand, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and brought her face centimeters from his own. Bringing his lips to her ears, he whispered softly tickling her ear, "How innocent are you Granger?"

With that, he brushed his lips past her check and kissed her roughly, slanting his mouth over hers. Draco took advantage of her surprise by pushing his tongue in her mouth. Alarm bells went off in Hermione's head as his tongue heatedly explored her mouth. Both of her hands hung limply by her sides while his own where grasping her waist. This was so incredibly wrong. But no one had ever been so passionate with her before. She had to stop this madness before she lost control. With difficulty, Hermione finally managed to untangle herself from his grip. She stepped backed hastily, almost tripping over the wooden chair behind her. Both of them were breathing hard. She looked at him fearfully. He was glaring at her hungrily.

"Come back here Granger," he growled huskily.

Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Swallowing, she mumbled, "I'm sorry, I can't. I have to go. This isn't right."

Malfoy thrust his hand out, trying to grab her, but she evaded him and ran toward the door.

"Don't' pretend that wasn't enjoyable for you," growled Malfoy angrily as she closed the door behind her.

FUCK! Malfoy rattled the cell bars in anger. He'd frightened her. Now he wasn't sure if she was ever going to come back. But she had too. His sanity depended on it. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, AND FUCK!

Oh god, how would've liked to fuck that sweet little Mudblood right now. His bulging hard on was proof of that. Who knew one of his worst enemies from school would turn out to be the object of his desire.

Hey guys, I'm sorry, it's such a short chapter but I hoped you liked it. I promise you guys the next chapter will be really juicy. Please review. More coming soon.