AN/ I wanted to tell you guys who like this story, I am doing a story called, "Ginny's Capture." It is directly related to this one... same plot, just from Ginny's side of it all. I got a few intereting things up my sleeve. The only way to not ruin one or the other, is to read them at the same time... So read thid chappie and skip on over and read chapter 1 of that. I'll be updating accordingly so you can always read what I put out there and it shouldn't ruin anything. Sorry this isn't up to my normal lenght, but I want to put up what I got done! I hope you like this chapter, it's kinda smutty, but I love the intensity and passion they have. Cheers!

Chapter 7

"Interrupting am I," came the familiar drawl of none other than Severus Snape. Hermione couldn't believe what she was seeing. He was supposed to be dead…

Snape caught Draco's eye and smirked as he turned around due to Hermione's absence of clothing. Draco lifted off of her and threw her his cloak which she pulled around her body like they were bed sheets.

"It's about time you showed up," rang Draco's irritated voice.

"What is she doing in here, Draco?" Snape asked turning back to inspect Hermione. Draco looked up at Snape sharply.

"It's the only way to apparate into the manor… and it's not like I expected you to show up. You have impeccable timing," Draco spat. Snape eyed him dangerously as Hermione watched the exchange closely. What was going on?

"Draco, we haven't much time, could you please send Miss Granger on her way?" Snape said impatiently.

"No, I won't. I'm tired of this. How much longer until you are finished treasure hunting? You're off wandering around aimlessly while I am forced to soak the ground with blood… and for what? This was not supposed to take this long…" Draco finished, his voice somewhat defeated. Snape seemed un-phased by his rant as he handed Draco a folded, thick piece of parchment.

"Draco… Do not fail me now when we are so close… I must go. Modify Miss Granger's memory." Without another word, Snape left as quickly as he came.

Hermione looked at Draco, expecting to lose the precious information she had just learned any second, but it never came. He glanced over to her, his eyes glassed over. There were no words spoken, but Hermione knew he was telling her something. He was telling her there was so much he wished he could tell her. But he couldn't. Not an utterance had reverberated throughout the still air before Draco sent a cold draft into the room from the swinging of the door on his way out.

Hermione sat alone in the darkness, her thoughts consuming her. She simply couldn't take it anymore… it was too much… Harry and Ron were gone and Ginny was being treated like a prisoner and she was whatever she was to Draco…

She just didn't get it… He wants her to marry him, he wants her to be his whore… and now it seems like she is supposed to figure out a complex puzzle he won't explain. Hermione stood up and looked into the night sky… the reflection of her face showed the soft tears that crept down her skin.

"Why," she shouted at nothing as she fell to the ground, the tears flowing freely from her soft, sad eyes.

"Why can't this just be a dream…" she whispered into the cold air, "why is it so hard to just live…"

Her sobs echoed throughout the room as she clutched her knees close to her chest, trying to forget the life that was before her.

Hermione flinched violently when she felt a hand on her back. She turned immediately to see Draco watching her quietly, a solemn look on his face. She rose to her full height, still inches under Draco, her whole body shaking.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she shouted, "Why do you play these games… why can't you just tell me what is going on? I don't know what to think of you…"

Draco watched her and felt a strong sense of foreboding… He didn't even know what she should think of him… what he had done… what he still had to do… The sight of her crying because of him was seeping slowly into his heart.

He had done this to her… he was to blame, but he didn't know any other way to do it. To protect her as Snape had put it… Protect her and to fool her. And Draco Malfoy would be the only one that could achieve it. Or could he? He felt as if he were breaking her simply by trying to save her…

Draco reached out and took her waist gently, but forcefully. She fought him, but he quelled her easily as he pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that she knew she could not fight. His lips were hot and sweet and she needed that comfort… even if it was only temporary and from the one person who caused her grief. His soft hair was dangling across her forehead and she had the extreme urge to run her hands through it… The second she felt his silky locks in her fingers she lost all resistance.

Draco felt her touch and her lips slowly parting in his mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Her passion was intoxicating him… her will gone with a single touch… She lost her resistance because she didn't want to resist him… Her warmth was suddenly burning inside of him, a heat so strong it could melt the bonds of hatred and loathing between them with a single touch… A warmth that ignited a passion in Draco so strong he forgot his purpose in her being here…

Moments after Draco kissed her with every emotion he felt, Hermione responded. He was breathing life into her very core when he touched her. She felt dependent on him… He was holding her up, mentally and physically… She could die if he let her go, there would be nothing else left to live for… his kiss was captivating her soul, enclosing it in something she wasn't familiar with… a shroud of darkness that only Malfoy understood.

She felt his hand slide under her shirt and slowly back up her side… his touch reverberating to every nerve ending in her body… After long moments of their desperate kiss Draco released her mouth to kiss her tender skin. He trailed his hot ministrations down her neck, her hands still clutching his hair tightly. Hermione could barely think as he grazed her breast with his fingertips. His other hand slid down her stomach and released the clasp of her pants, letting them fall down her sleek legs. She was vaguely aware of what had happened as he put his hand under her knee and pulled her leg up around his waist and leaned her back against the wall. She was breathing heavily as he sucked at the soft skin of her chest… He soon let up to pull her shirt over her head and took sight of her beautiful chest.

Hermione took the moment to try to determine what had just happened. Malfoy was distracted by her nearly naked body as she saw the unshielded emotion in his stormy eyes… She had never seen him so unguarded… He was real, something that she could have, something that felt good whether or not it was right… There was no right anymore… so shouldn't she make the best of what she has?

"Malfoy," she whispered. Draco looked up at her slowly, his eyes not wanting to be torn away from her gorgeous body. As he saw the way she was looking at him, he felt for certain the next words to leave her lips would not be what he wanted to hear.

"If you aren't," she looked at him, her eyes beginning to sting, "who you seem to be… prove it…"

In that moment, Draco realized why she was considered the smartest witch of her age… She knew he was magically bound to keep her in the dark… but she also knew they understood one another and that there are ways around bounds of secrecy…

Draco's eyes focused on her… and her alone until he closed them when his lips took hers in the softest kiss he could have gave her. Her lips carefully kissed him back. Hermione felt such a flood of emotion course through her body as Draco kissed her… She felt it all… his anger, his frustration, his regret, his loneliness, his sadness, his pain, his lust… his love… Tears threatened Hermione as she was overwhelmed at such a strong sense of what he was feeling… It overtook her, it swept her mind into a state of numbness as she wrapped her leg tightly around Draco's waist. In a high of passion, she tore his shirt open and slid it off his shoulders. Her small hands ran over his tightly carved muscles making his erection grow painfully. She pressed her lips to his cold skin and trailed hot kisses down his chest, his hands tangled through her thick hair. Hermione allowed her senses to take control of her… it was the only way she could feel his emotions, so raw… so real… It was Draco Malfoy like she had never known him and she was very willing to accept the fact that he did feel pain… he did feel regret… and he felt love… but love for what?

Hermione was more than ready when Draco released himself from his confines. His lips had left her breast tender and swollen. He entered her wet, slick entrance easily, making her breath out a soft moan. Draco could hardly believe how incredible she felt… something was very different than before. He looked up at her face and saw the undeniable pleasure she was feeling as it dawned on him… She wanted him…

He pulled her other leg up around his waist, shoving into her completely letting out a low grunt. She was so perfectly tight he could hardly stand it. Draco was having a hard time understanding that she was not only not resisting him, but she was returning his actions. Therefore, he was surprised when he felt a soft hand touch his cheek and Hermione's lips capturing his in a kiss that captivated his very soul. He slowly slid out of her and felt her lips quiver in his mouth from a soft moan as he pushed back in. She pulled him close to her as he began to slide in and out of her with a pace growing rapidly. He moved with such a fluid motion inside of her, Hermione didn't want him to ever stop.

In those moments after she climaxed, she studied Draco closely. She was certain that she had not paid enough attention to him before… he could feel… she knew he could, she had felt him. No one that was purely evil could feel emotions such as he did… When he climaxed, he gripped her tightly, as if she were going to leave. His breathing was heavy and his eyes dark. He couldn't have been sexier as he hung his head, his bangs dangling gently in the still air. He looked up at her, his head still tilted downward. The way he looked could have been threatening… but she knew it was anything but. He pulled out of her and released his grip on her as she felt her feet hit the ground. He turned to walk away, but Hermione was done with that. She grabbed his arm and pulled him tightly into her arms. Draco was shocked, but wrapped his arms around her small body, enclosing her protectively with his body. He wasn't sure how long he stood there like that with her, but he was sure of one thing. Something had changed tonight.

AN/ Please tell me what you think!! Did you think that was intense enough? I love intensity. The drama and passion that accompany it sweep me away... I'm a sucker, huh, lol!