He didn't really give her a chance to prove anything, for his hand was insistent on the back of her throat and pulled her into him; into his lips.

Panic flooded her mind immediately.

Oh no...oh no...

She could feel his tongue against the seam of her lips and she parted them as he slid inside. She had never kissed or been kissed like this before. She had to distract him, so she allowed him this trespass, opening her mouth to him.

It should have been disgusting.

It should have been horrible.

It wasn't.

It wasn't sloppy or odd as had been her previous experience. He kissed her gently, teasing her tongue, making her want to feel more; wanting him to discover her more fully.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she threw herself into her role, partly acting, partly the sharp pangs of desire. She had been so over-stressed for so long; giving herself to someone like this felt so-wrong? Relaxing? It was a terrible feeling; to be bargaining with yourself only to find your body responding in a way you did not expect.

His tongue moved against her again and she couldn't think anymore.

Fine, he thought, she wants to try this, then I'll let her. He was only a man, after all. She wasn't his type really, but he had loved smelling her fear in the forest, that sweet vanilla scent mixed with something uniquely hers. Now it flooded his senses; made his blood stir. That vanilla smell enveloped him as he stopped kissing her for a moment to look at her face.

Well, she was smaller than he normally liked, but still had a pretty enough face. And she was young, so young. But that didn't bother him either. He knew she was lying about having been touched before; she was quite likely a virgin. But he would continue the charade, if she would. He had nothing to lose.

She reached for his shoulders, slowly pushing his jacket to the floor. He grabbed her, pulling her close and moved his mouth against hers, almost savagely. Despite being young she tasted good, like honey. Mixed with fear.

His hand still gripped her, forcing her mouth open against his. She sighed into him and lost her balance, falling against him slightly.

She pulled back but only to speak. As soon as she tilted her head to the side he was at her neck, kissing and sucking the exposed skin.

"So...are we clear,?" she spoke between sharp intakes of breath, not needing to ask the actual question.

He continued to suck the soft flesh but replied in between breaths, "yes, my lovely".

Then she felt hands on the bottom of her jumper and she raised her hands over her head as he removed it and cast it aside, feeling the sharp prickling of tears at the corner of her eyes.

She would not cry. She would not cry. She would not cry.

Everything was moving so fast but she knew she had no choice. Losing virginity was a lot better than being murdered by the Dark Lord.

His hands were on her breasts in her bra in an instant, kneading the soft flesh, making her seek out his mouth to gasp into it.

She had never been touched. Not anything close to this. Her body was betraying her. She wanted to resist, or make him stop. She felt so guilty that when she shut out all her thoughts about the war, Harry, and Ron, she was enjoying this. It was so un-Gryffindor of her. But she realized, playing along with this game was possibly the only way to keep her and the boys safe. So she would let him take her and enjoy it and try to prove to him that she was good enough at it for him to uphold his end of the bargain and agree to let her go.

She wouldn't pretend it was Ron. That was just wrong. She would try to find the good in the situation.

Suddenly she was being lifted and she let out a small yelp as he parted her legs, placing them around his back and moved them over to the bed. He dropped her onto it, covering her with his body immediately.

He was kissing her again, and she felt his hands go to her trousers and she was suddenly afraid. She tensed and he obviously felt it; he smirked against her neck.

"Is there a problem?," he asked, stressing the last word as if challenging her.

He was playing a game; a game that she herself had started, but one he was all too willing to play along with. He knew very well what she was.

She whispered 'no', as her lips parted when he found a particularly sensitive area of her neck that he kissed.

"I-I'm just a little out of practice, is all," she almost gasped as he unbuttoned her jeans in a single motion, and ran his fingers along the edging of her panties.

He sat back on his haunches, his legs on either side of hers, but only to pull his vest off and then his shirt.

Hermione's breathing became stilted as her eyes roamed his naked chest. She had seen Harry and Ron without shirts when swimming, and even Viktor during a particularly questionable snogging session. But the sinking feeling that there was really no escape from the situation at this point scared her. This was going to happen. She was going to have a man put himself inside her. And she had no idea what to do about it.

His eyes roamed her nearly half naked form.

"Take it off," he said, his voice cracking. He was obviously ready. Her eyes accidentally roamed to his pants and saw the tented bulge. She swallowed as she leaned forward slightly to reach behind herself and unhook her bra. He grabbed it before she had a chance to run it down her arms and flung it across the room. His large hands moved to the waistband of her trousers and moved to slide them down.

"Up," he said softly, looking at her hips.

She blushed and looked away raising her hips.

What am I doing?

When the trousers were on the floor he ran his hands over her smooth legs. She looked down at him, this strange man, kneeling on a bed between her legs. He ran his hands over and behind her kneecaps and she closed her eyes, licking her lips. His touch was so light...almost...gentle?

Hermione shuddered, her eyes still closed as his hands ran farther up to her things and then back down again. Instinctively, she brought her legs together at the knees.

He realized she was nervous, and moved so he was on top of her, his weight resting on his forearms. He started kissing her again and was able to part her knees with his hand and slide it slowly up her thigh until he reached the lace trim of her panties. She was terrified, but continued kissing him, completely unsure of what would happen next. She wouldn't have too much time to think about it, though, for he began to stroke her through the fabric of her panties and she had to stop herself from crying out.