Warning: Not quite smut, but brief acts of masturbation at the end. Why? Because it just seemed to fit.

Read at your own risk.

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The air in the room was hot and thick, the smell of rotting flesh and stale urine assaulted his nose. He covered his mouth in disgust, his eyes adjusting to the darkness as they scanned the occupants lining the walls. Mudbloods, blood-traitors, muggles, he couldn't even differentiate anymore. They all looked the same to him in their half-dead state, their groans sounding the same and their blood looking the same as it caked their clothes. He wondered briefly if anyone would be able to tell him, a pureblood, apart from the rest, if he was thrown into the mix? Most likely not. The thought was not comforting in the slightest.

He felt his skin crawl as a man was dragged into the middle of the room by Tobias Nott. He knew what he'd been brought here for. His insides churned as he thought about what he was about to be forced to do.

He felt him, rather than saw him enter the room. His presence like ice on his neck, those serpent-like eyes baring down on him. His words came out like a hiss in his ear. "Do it, Draco."

He looked at the man lying on the cellar floor, ragged and barely breathing. Who was he? A wizard? A muggle? An Order member? Did he have a wife? A family? These thoughts plagued him. He never cared before who they were, what they were doing here, but in that moment, he felt the growing need to know.

"Do not hesitate."

He raised his wand, willing his hand not to shake. "Avada…" He tried to get the words out, but they wouldn't come. He tried once more but the curse stuck in the back of his throat.

"You are disappointing me, Draco." He sighed, stepping around him. "You've got to mean it."

Yes. Aunt Bellatrix had made that quite clear, and that was the problem. He really didn't mean it. He chanced a glance at the Dark Lord but regretted it the moment he did so. He knew that look. He tried to brace himself but could do nothing as the words were spoken.

"Crucio."

Pain.

Burning, raging, pain traveled with lightning speed down the back of his neck and along his spine. His extremities locked up with tension. He couldn't remain standing for long. He dropped to his knees, hands gripping his head. .

Make it stop! Please make it stop!

But it didn't. The agonizing, white hot, searing torment continued, devouring him. But he refused to scream. He wouldn't. He couldn't appear to be weak. That trait could convict him. He had to be stronger than this. He was Malfoy. A pureblood. A survivor.

A moan was heard and he looked over to the man he was supposed to kill. His dull brown eyes looked at him with that all to familiar pity.

Anger rose up. He hated when they looked at him that way. Don't pity me! I'm supposed to kill you! He wanted to yell, but the fire in his head was making it hard to focus. His willpower was slowly waning.

"You can make it stop, Draco." his words were almost lost to him. "You know what you must do."

"I…I'll do it!" He cried, wanting nothing more, than for the misery to end.

Then, as quickly as it had come, the pain vanished. Leaving him to cough and sputter on the floor for a moment.

He heard a scoff from his right and his eyes shot up.

Bastien Aldemar, Durmstrang graduate, and fellow wearer of the Dark Mark glared down at him.

He ignored his stare and rose, gripping his wand tightly.

"Do this, and we will know you are one of us. Failure to do so will lead to your demise." The Dark Lord said, coming to stand behind him once more. "I hope you make the right decision Draco. I had such high hopes for you."

He swallowed loudly. He had to do this. If he didn't. He'd be the one lying on the floor, his eyes dead to the world.

He stared at the man who'd given him that sympathetic look and pointed his wand. It was sad that this stinking hole would be the last thing the man saw. "Avada Kedavra!"

Saturday, August 29, 1998

Draco awoke, his heart pounding and sweat glistening on his brow.

He sat up, running his hands through his messy hair. This was the second night in a row he'd had this particular nightmare. The first time he'd killed someone, and the first time he'd been brought nearly to tears in front of one of the younger Death Eaters, Bastien Aldamar. Oh, how he despised that bastard. Salzar only knew where he was now. Probably hiding out in Germany somewhere. Good riddance. That cocky git thought he was something because he was getting trained by the Dark Lord. Well, how'd that turn out huh? With the Dark Lord six feet under, that's how.

He sighed and rummaged under his mattress for his flask. He took a drink, letting the fire rage through him. It was a little too early in the morning to be drinking, but what else could he do? He needed to get his mind off of it somehow, and seeing as how his plans for Granger so far weren't panning out, he'd have to make do with the Firewhiskey sliding down his throat.

Circe,Already thinking about Granger are we?

Well, he couldn't bloody help it. Ever since that day in the Astronomy Tower a week ago, he'd been trying to find ways to get to her. He'd thought of nothing but getting her back for making him feel so...unhinged. His efforts thus far, had been fruitless. She was always with the Weaslette, Lovegood, or Potter. Any look or smirk he could give her was brushed off, but he knew he was still effecting her. She'd still blush when she saw him, and was quick to retort whenever he spoke. He couldn't get close to her, though. Maybe that was the reason his nightmares were back.

Fuck his plan of no contact. As much as he loathed to admit it, he needed her.

A plan formed in his head then. He'd seen the way she looked at him when she thought he wasn't looking. She was thinking about him, and quite frequently by the amount of stares he got. She wanted him. He just needed to get her to admit, maybe by offering a no strings attached relationship. It would be a perfect solution for both of them. Would she go for it? That was the question of the century wasn't it?

He took another gulp from the flask before screwing back on the cap and lying back down. He knew exactly where she'd be today.

Diagon Alley.

They hadn't even been able to get away from the school in the last three days. The reconstructions were almost finished, and Hogwarts was looking better than it had before. All their hard work had paid off, but now was not the time to take a break. The first day of school was drawing near and Hermione's sightings of Malfoy had declined. Maybe he'd moved on. A part of her hoped he had while the other half wanted anything but. Ron had also disappeared from the radar. He'd taken up a close friendship with Seamus this summer and they were glued to the hip. It kind of felt like their little Trio was slowly falling apart.

"Are you sure you don't mind?" Ginny asked for the third time in five minutes. "I don't think you should go alone."

"Yes, Ginny! You and Harry need some time together before the term starts." Hermione grabbed her bag, still enchanted from her time of running during the war, and headed out the door.

"But what about you?" Her friend asked, following her off the school grounds to meet Harry at the apparition point.

"It's not like I've never gone shopping on my own before."

Harry smiled upon seeing them. "Hello, lovelies."

"Harry, would you please tell Hermione that we would love for her to join us."

He turned to her, a grin plastering his face. "We would love for you to join us."

Ginny rolled her eyes at his obvious attempt at subtlety .

"Really guys. I'm fine." She said, looping her arms through both of theirs, before apparating outside of the Leaky Cauldron. "You should have fun. Godric knows how much time you'll get to spend together this year. We all have N.E.W.T.s and jobs to apply for in the Spring."

"Speak for yourself." Harry mused, wrapping an arm around Ginny's slim waist. "I've already got a job lined up."

"Oh, that's right. You've been scouted as an Auror." Hermione beamed. "I almost forgot!"

"Really, Hermione. Where has your head been lately?" He asked, looking genuinely amused.

Her mind drifted to a pale, tone chest, and infuriating gray eyes. "You don't want to know."

Harry was quiet for a second, choosing his words wisely. "How are things really, Hermione?"

"Already on that are we?"

He nodded. "You're my two best mates, of course, I'm concerned."

"Don't be Harry. It will all work out eventually."

"I'm here for you if you need me," He said, nodding to Ginny. "We both are."

"Thanks, guys, but I'm fine."

"No one is fine after a break-up 'Mione."

"Just…just leave it alone you two. Really. If you spend all afternoon worrying about me, you'll never have any fun." She turned them around and gave a playful shove. "Now scoot!"

"Fine, fine. We get it. You want to be alone." Ginny rolled her eyes. "We'll meet back up at Hogwarts?"

"Yes, see you then."

"Bye!" They called over their shoulders.

The fact that they worried about her, made her feel loved. She knew Ginny and Harry cared for deeply, even Ron probably still did. So that slightly eased the pain residing in her heart. Truthfully she didn't want to be alone. She hated it even. It gave her way to much time to get lost inside her head. And lately, that was becoming a rather unpredictable plight.

She didn't want to ask Harry and Ginny to be her source of comfort. Ginny was Ron's sister, Harry his best mate, and then there was the fact that they were in love. When you're in love you don't want to dwell on relationships that have gone amiss. You want to remain in your lovey-dovey atmosphere, or that's what she'd assumed. She'd never been in a relationship where she was constantly giddy and over the moon with affection.

Perhaps that was the flaw in her relationship with her best friend. Maybe they'd been too comfortable as friends. She shook her head. It was pointless to keep going over it. She couldn't change it and she didn't want to burden anyone with her worries or her numerous, daunting thoughts regarding a particular silver-tongued Slytherin. Those trifling emotions were hers to sort through. Curses on whoever made women so emotional!

She decided she wasn't going to let herself get worked up and headed down the street, list of supplies she needed in hand.

A few hours later

Hermione had almost finished her shopping and was walking toward the Leaky Cauldron when she heard it. The soft clicking of another set of footfalls behind her.

It shouldn't be an odd occurrence, considering this was Diagon Alley but for some reason, the fine hairs on the back of her neck rose in warning. She didn't turn her head to look. Instead, she fingered the wand in her pocket. If anyone dared to try to jump her, she'd be ready for them.

She continued down her path and made a few random turns trying to shake her pursuer but the footsteps only seemed to become louder to her ears. Did whoever it was really think she wouldn't have noticed their presense by now? She opened her purse and stuck her hand in. "Accio blush." She whispered, the small compactor jumping into her hand. She raised the object and opened it with a 'click', proceeding to act as if she was fixing her make-up while her eyes searched for her shadow.

She almost dropped the mirror when she saw the last face she wanted to see today. Draco Malfoy.

Of all the rotten luck!

She quickened her pace, ducking down a vacant alleyway and noticed his footsteps still matched hers. When she rounded another corner she halted, waiting for him, wand out and ready. When he reached her she jabbed it into his chest. "Why are you following me?"

He eyed the wand and smirked. "I wasn't aware that I was." He lied, shrugging as if he'd meant it. "I just happen to be going the same place as you."

As if an empty street was a place to be going. "That's called stalking Malfoy, and I wouldn't make a habit of doing it."

He maneuvered around her. "And why would I be stalking you?"

"I don't know. You tell me. Maybe it's some kind of sick game you play with people you sleep with? To make them squirm?"

He circled her again, moving so that she was backing away from the main street. "That's rich."

"Well, you are a Slytherin. Godric knows what schemes you're on about." She replied.

A slow smile crept on his face."Schemes? You wound me so."

She was slowly starting to feel like leading him to an empty alley was not the wisest decision she'd made that day. "Just sod off, Malfoy. I don't have time for your idiotic games."

"Come now, Granger," He said, moving to block her attempt at fleeing. "You're really going to leave without hearing my proposition?"

"Proposition?" She asked, hand on her hip. "Now, why would I want to hear any propositions you have to offer?"

"Because both parties evolved would benefit immensely." He replied, his tone incredibly inviting.

Her stomach fluttered and somewhere below that something stirred. "As dreamy as that sounds, I do believe I'll decline." She tried to cover up her sudden arousal with feigned disinterest. "I'm not looking for a repeat performance and I honestly don't see why you would bother to waste your time with me."

He moved suddenly, getting into her personal space. She backed up until her back came in contact with the brick wall of the building. "I don't know why either! I don't know what you did, Granger, but I can't seem to get you out of my head." He let out an exasperated breath as his hands clenched at his side.

"Sounds like a personal problem." She said, her silky voice laced with sarcasm.

"You've been thinking about me too." He declared, keeping his eyes fixated on her.

Stop looking at me like that. "No, I haven't." She insisted, her voice cracking a bit at the lie. "I haven't given you much thought at all really."

The corner of his mouth rose briefly before his lips suddenly collided with hers, causing her breath to catch in her throat. She dropped her bag in surprise. At first, she refused to respond to him, then his devilish tongue swept across her bottom lip causing her to whimper and allow him access. His tongue guided inside and quickly swirled around her own. He stopped his assault after a moment and grinned. "Don't keep lying to yourself, Granger. You know you like this."

She wiped her mouth in disappointment. Although she didn't know which she was more disappointed about, him breaking the kiss, or in herself for allowing it in the first place. "You wish."

"And what if I do?"

She knew it was the truth. She could see in his eyes, in the way he stood, in the way he'd just kissed her. And for a moment there, she'd wanted him to do more, but she couldn't. She couldn't allow herself to submit to her more carnal desires. "Then that's too bad, because what happened that night was a one-time thing."

He frowned. "Was it?"

"You said so yourself." She tried to sound confident but the slight shaking in her voice betrayed her.

"Maybe I've changed my mind." He offered, inclining his head forward, dangerously close to retaking her mouth.

"Well, I haven't!" She gave him a shove, effectively pushing him off of her, and headed back towards civilization.

"You will." He stated, his voice calm and alluring.

She spun around, curls bouncing as she did so. "What makes you think you know what I will and will not do?"

"We're far past the point of stopping." He mocked her. "I want you."

"Ok, what if I did? It doesn't change anything. I was drunk and trying to get over what Ron said to me!" She yelled.

"And I needed something to get my mind off my past. So we were both using each other. So what? There's nothing wrong with that."

"What are you getting at Malfoy?"

"I think you bloody know, Granger." He replied, pulling her into him once again and kissing her hard. She didn't even try to fight back this time. Her hands gripped his shirt as he propelled them backward, towards the building once more. Her knees buckled in anticipation. She wanted to let her mind shut down, and let him take over. His hands were working their way up her body while hers were undoing the collar at his throat. He shifted, pressing her back against the wall and running a hand up her shirt. She broke their kiss to bite the flesh at the base of his throat and her body shivered in delight as he moaned softly somewhere near her ear.

His fingers had found her right nipple and he squeezed lightly, causing her to inhale sharply. She claimed his lips again, wanting to breathe in everything about him. Wanting to feel him move inside of her. God, the things he could do with that sinful mouth of his! She wanted to be lost in him.

Then her brain had decided to be a major cock block, and kick back in.

You shouldn't be doing this. You don't want to do this. You can't do this, The voice inside her head was say. He's still Malfoy! Still a Slytherin and a former Death Eater. A murderer.

She broke away from their heated exchange and pushed against his chest. He withdrew his hand from her shirt and looked down at her, confusion and unchecked longing in his eyes. As much as he didn't look the part, as much as she wanted to just forget that particular part of his confession, he was a murderer.

She may be able to see the human beneath the surface now, but the facts were still the facts. He was still dangerous. Everything about him screamed instability, down to the very smirk he wore. He was a being she wasn't capable of understanding yet, with unknown powers that she was sure exceeded her own. He'd committed such atrocities, that the very thought of sleeping with him should appall her.

He'd even said so himself. That he was a monster. But she found herself shaking her head. No, he was a tormented soul, laden with guilt and haunted by his past. He may have done terrible things but he'd done good things too. He'd saved her. He lied about Harry. He'd somewhat changed his alliance in the end. He was just as much a victim of his circumstances as they were. He'd been a hesitant participate in a lethal war. A murderer, yet unwillingly so.

Knowing that did nothing to ease her growing anxiety, though. Everything he did, he did for a reason. He was calculative, she knew that. This wasn't about anything other than sex. He wanted to use her, no doubt to help momentarily forget about his past. Why would he even suggest such a thing? He knew bloody well that she loved Ron. She'd never let herself agree to something like this. She would be lying if she said she hadn't been thinking about shagging the blonde but that was beside the point.

She looked into his fiery eyes. "So what is this? An invitation for a continued physical relationship with you?"

"Yes."

"Well, the answer is no." She seethed, letting her anger overpower her wanting. "What reason would I have-"

"Why do you always need a reason? We don't need a reason, Granger, we only need a place." He replied in irritation. "But perhaps if you really need a reason then we've already got one. We both need a distraction from our pathetic lives. We need more than just a one-off."

She ignored the jab that he thought her life was pathetic because honestly she did too.

What got her was the fact he thought she wouldn't contend. And why did he even want to sleep with her again? Did he not even care that she was the filthy little Mudblood that he despised so much? Apparently Malfoy really wasn't as interested in blood status as he'd said before. Or maybe it didn't factor in when he thinking with his dick. "I understand what you are saying, but I'm not a bloody slag that will sleep with anyone, Malfoy. I have morals. Yes I slept with you that night, and yes I bloody well enjoyed it, but I'm not going to stoop so low as to do it again for your personal pleasure."

He was coming dangerously close to her again. She could feel his breath, hot on her face. "So it's beneath you to sleep with me now? Just a moment ago your actions told a different story. But, I understand. You want to be untainted when Ronnikins decides he wants you back."

Her mouth dropped. Was he that in tune with her mind?

"That's fine, Granger. But don't come crying to me when Weasley rejects you again. Because I'll just turn my head and leave you to cry on the floor by yourself, like the worthless rubbish you are." He hadn't meant for it to come out so harshly, but as it was, he was already horny and nearing on the edge of being pissed.

She, on the other hand, was already there. Her hand came up and she couldn't stop it from colliding with the side of his face. She backed away from him slowly when she'd realized what she'd done.

His face didn't show the anger that he was feeling, but his eyes did. Cold. Hard. Dangerous. Those eyes glared at her as he glided forward, taking her arm and pulling her roughly, forcing her to follow him down the dark alley, where he proceeded to slam her into a wall. She winced as he pushed his body flush against hers.

"You're heading down a slippery slope, Granger." He hissed in her ear. "As smart as you are you're a bit of a slow learner, so listen up. I'll let you talk to me any way you want, but I will not allow you to hit me. I think I've been rather courteous to you so far, but that can change if you want it to. I have no problems getting a little rough."

She felt like she couldn't breathe. She'd never been particularly scared of Malfoy, and she wasn't necessarily scared of him now, but his tone was slightly threatening and she'd seen what he could do without his wand. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't a little concerned by his behavior

"I only came here to tell you that I can help you forget all about your dear little Ronnikins but if you want to play this little game of mind over matter, then by all means go ahead. Delude yourself into thinking you don't want my touch but you do."

He made his point by rubbing his hand against her clothed slit. Her body jerked in pleasure, and she tried to still herself. She didn't want him. She didn't. She didn't! But her body wasn't listening. She could already feel the added dampness between her legs.

"See….you can deny it all you want, and you can say you don't want me until you're blue in the face, but your body knows what it wants." He kissed her neck and another bout of chills ran up her spine.

"I don't answer to my body, Malfoy."

"Yet." He whispered, biting her ear and moving to unbutton her pants.

Her stomach plummeted. "Malfoy….stop," she pleaded, hating herself for sounding so weak, but she was frozen. Normally he'd be getting a hex to the face. She wasn't one to take shit from anyone, but she felt conflicted. A part of her wanted to get the hell away from him and another part of her wanted to stay right where she was and let him finish what he'd started. She just needed time to figure out which one she should listen to. "Stop."

She felt a sudden chill as the warmth of his body left her. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his for a moment as he spoke softly, "Merlin, I'm not going to hurt you Granger…." His hand moved to wipe a stray strand of hair out of her face. "So please stop looking at me like that."

Her brows knitted in confusion and he leaned down, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

She breathed deeply. "Why? Why are you doing this? You're confusing me. I don't- Just stop."

When she didn't say anything else, he moved away from her, fixing his skewed shirt, and spoke with honesty. "I can't, I don't know how."

She looked at him once more before grabbing her fallen bag, and quickly retreating down the alley, his sultry voice calling after her. "I won't bother you anymore, but you will want me again, Granger! I promise you that!"

She ran back toward the sound of voices. She needed to get away from the man that consumed her, away from her own fear that he was right about everything. She ran until her lungs ached, and she didn't stop running until she collided into someone's back, dropping her bag in the process.

"S..sorry." She apologized, stooping down to pick up her belongings.

"Blimey, Hermione," She never thought she'd be so comforted by that familiar voice. "Are you alright?"

She looked up into warm, blue eyes as he helped her to her feet. "Ron…"

"Ya look like ya've seen a ghost." Came Seamus's voice next to him.

She never felt so happy, and so awful, to see them. "I…I'm fine."

"You sure?" Ron asked, looking as though he didn't quite believe her. He did know her after all.

"Yes. I…uh just thought someone was following me."

Both boys looked around in alarm, positioning themselves on either side of her in a protective stance. She knew fully well that things were sort of over between her and Ron, but she also knew he still cared for her, and she took solace in that. He grabbed her arm, locking it with his, and started walking.

"Have you gotten everything you came for?" Seamus asked, still looking around for anyone suspicious.

"No, I still need to order one of my books."

"We'll go with you," Ron said quickly. "Don't worry."

She smiled weakly, shame and relief washing over her. "Thanks."

As they headed toward Flourish and Blott's a few moments later, she thought she saw a glimpse of blonde pass her peripheral vision. She choked back the nagging sensation in the back of her throat. Visions of his eyes played through her mind, along with the intense feeling in her groin. She felt oddly misplaced as Ron's arm rubbed against hers. It wasn't an indecent act. She'd touched him many times, intimate and not. Yet she'd never felt it was odd to do so. So why did it feel so strange now?

It had to be that sense of morale that plagued her Gryffindor heart. She'd betrayed him by being with Malfoy, even if they hadn't been together. Maybe she was feeling guilty. Maybe she didn't think she could be with Ron after this. But she found that she still envisioned herself with the red head, living with him, sleeping with him, bearing his children. So why was it that her mind still drifted to that alley five minutes ago, when that dangerously seductive body had clung so tightly to her own?

The sick realization hit her like a thousand, stinging hexes. Even though she still loved the boy whose arm was interlocked with her own; it wasn't his touch she wanted at the moment. He'd been right. She did want him.

"Malfoy, you prat, get out of my head." She whispered, clinging to Ron's arm. Her final year was starting soon, this was the last thing she needed to be worrying about.

I don't answer to my body, Malfoy.

She may not, but he sure as hell did.

Draco ran a hand through his hair. He didn't know it would feel this horrible watching her bouncing curls as she ran away from him. He'd let his desire cloud his judgment. He only wanted to put into words what he knew they both wanted but it had backfired. He'd lost his self-control and tried to shag her in the middle of the sodding alley. Not to mention he'd offended her and ended up getting slapped. That little incident did nothing to help his declining mood. He'd come so close to hurting her, and it would have been so easy to take what he wanted and be done with it, but that wasn't something he was comfortable with. Having the capacity to do something and actually doing it was different. He'd never taken someone against their will before and he wasn't about to start now. Especially not with Granger. She was still the stubborn little Princess she'd always been and she wouldn't give in so easily. He'd just have to be more patient.

He growled in irritation as his still throbbing erection demanded his attention. Damn, that prissy, sexy, Gryffindor.

Malfoy's were patient and level headed, but he didn't know how much more he could take. It infuriated him to no end, that she had taken everything that made him…him, and stripped it down to almost nothing. Here he was, Draco Malfoy, former Death Eater, and pureblood aristocrat, standing in an alley with a raging hard on, and all because of that stubborn, annoying witch. He should be ashamed of how pathetic he was being right now. So why wasn't he?

He bit his lip. Granger was doing something to him. Ever since the night of the party, he'd no longer been the same. Maybe he really had been polluted by her blood? Yeah right. Like that had anything to do with it. He should be more honest with himself. He'd been harboring fantasies of fucking the mudblood senseless since fourth year, most of which consisted of him stalking her down a corridor and ravishing her in an empty classroom, but that wasn't really the issue here. He'd never, in his wildest dreams, thought he'd actually do it, and maybe that's why he was so bloody enthralled by her, now that he had.

She appealed to all of his senses. He couldn't forget the way she'd tasted, like caramel toffee and vanilla, or the way she sounded as her orgasm peaked. Her skin was smooth and smelled like the moisturizer she'd probably been using for years. He'd never known how sexy she was until he'd gotten ahold of her. It wasn't just her intelligence that did it for him, she'd also seemed like she'd be daring and bold in bed too, just as she was in school or on the battlefield. Maybe that was another factor for why he was so turned on. She was unpredictable, deliciously so.

Fuck.

The growing need for release overwhelmed him, and he glanced down the deserted alley. He couldn't believe he was even considering this. It made him sick to think he would subject himself to such a humiliating act. He took a deep breath and unbuckled his pants, pulling his arousal free from his trousers.

Granger….damn you.

He closed his eyes and ran his hand down the length of his shaft, gathering the already present moisture from the tip and using it as a lubricant. He pumped a few times, still horrified that he was desperate enough to be doing this, here of all places.

His thoughts turned from his present situation to the look on Grangers' face as he'd kissed her. Those pink, swollen lips, allowing him access. He could hear her soft groans and feel her hot body against him.

Images of Granger on her knees, smoky eyes looking up playfully, flashed through his mind. He sped up his strokes, thinking about how it would feel to have those delicious lips wrapped tightly around his cock, sucking, licking sweetly, taking all of him into her mouth.

Fuck. Hot, so bloody hot.

He leaned forward, his fevered brow resting against cool stones.

Granger, sexy, wild, Granger, rolling her tongue over the head, swirling gently at the tip, teasing, enticing moans. Madness. Pure, madness overtook him. His breath increased, as his motions became erratic.

He envisioned himself, pressed against her tight heat, her nails raking the flesh of his back. Warm, slick walls pulsing around him. Brown, half-lidded eyes, beckoning for more.

Close…so close.

Her seductive voice calling out his name. "Draco."

He saw white as he came, seed spurting, coating his hand and the wall in front of him.

Blast! He'd really just done that…and while thinking about Granger no less!

"Scourgify." He whispered, leaving no trace of his disgraceful actions, and fixing his pants.

He shoved his hands in his pockets as he made his way back to the bustling street where he'd left Blaise. As he neared the shop he caught sight of red hair and hissed despite himself. Fucking Weasley. There were plenty of things he wanted to do to the bloody git. He was the whole bloody reason Draco was in this mess. If the Weasel hadn't stomped on Grangers' heart, he wouldn't have offered her that sodding drink. Then he wouldn't have slept with her and eventually ended up barking mad, lusting after her like some dog in heat.

Fuck that annoying prick!

Then his eyes grazed over a mane of thick, curly hair, standing next to him, her arm looped through his. He saw red. If he'd been thinking he would have known instantly the feeling raging through his veins. But jealousy over a woman was an ugly, and foreign concept to the Slytherin. There was no room for any thoughts in his head. There was only one thing he was thinking, as the subject of his primitive desires, walked off with her ex.

The weasel could go fuck himself.

Hermione Granger was going to be his.

Note: This chapter has been revised as of 3/26/16