A/N: Sorry for the wait, guys. And thank you for your continued patience. Also, thanks to my wonderful beta for the great work on this chapter in particular. You rock Rusty Weasley! I've already started the next chapter and I have some fun things planned for this story so...please be patient with me. :)

Violated

"What the bleeding hell are you doing Flooing me in the middle of the night for, Malfoy?" Harry grumbled as he stared into the fire. Draco's face glimmered in the coals, and, of course, Harry had no idea that it was really Hermione.

"It's already five in the morning, Harry Potter, and I'll explain everything if you just come through the Floo," Hermione huffed in Draco's voice.

"And into Malfoy Manor? No thank you," Harry sneered.

Hermione grunted in exasperation. She knew Harry would be difficult, but she was finding herself much less patient as she leaned into the fireplace, arse in the air, while her best friend looked at her like she was going to murder him at any moment. For fuck's sake, Malfoy hadn't been dangerous in years! "Harry, please," she finally said.

The strangeness of Draco Malfoy using Harry's first name - and pleading to him of all people - was enough to wake the man completely. With a sigh, he backed out of the Floo long enough to grab the Floo powder on the mantle.

Hermione moved back to make room for her friend, torn between worried about wherever the hell Malfoy was and nervous about how Harry was going to take the very strange story she was about to tell him.

"Alright, Malfoy. I'm here. It's the fucking crack of dawn, and I'm here at your very rude request, so someone better be dead, or I'm going to wring your inbred neck!" Harry fumed.

"Listen, first of all, I'm going to tell you something and I want you to listen to me before you fly off the handle or run," Hermione started.

Harry just stared, still fuming.

"I'm not Malfoy. I'm Hermione." Hermione said, watching as Harry went from angry to bewildered and back to angry again.

"That's not funny, Malfoy. Why the hell would you even joke about that? I just got an Owl from Hermione before bed," he explained in clipped tone.

Hermione could see he was clearly seething, and decided it was best she prove it as soon as possible. No matter how many times she told him it was unnecessary, Harry was incredibly protective of her and would become violent if he thought Malfoy was doing anything that would make her life miserable.

"Listen, I swear it's true Harry. I can tell you anything. About the troll our first year, or how you liked Ginny in your fourth year but you never said anything to anyone but me. Ask me anything. I'm telling you, I'm Hermione Granger, and the story just gets weirder," Hermione cried, hoping Harry would believe her.

His eyes were like saucers. There was no way the man before him was Hermione Granger, and yet…

"Anyone could have guessed those things," he said skeptically.

She bit her lip. It was true. The troll incident was, unfortunately, not as secret as she'd hoped. And well, anyone with eyes could have probably guessed Harry was in love with Ginny since the Triwizard Tournament. Hmmm…

Well, she certainly knew one thing that only the two of them knew. Not that she wanted to bring it up. They hadn't talked about it since it happened. She swallowed hard. "That night in the tent. After Ron left. When we…" Neither of them had told anyone about that night. They lost their virginity to each other only to realize it was only an act of comfort and they could only ever be friends. Ron's return saved them from months of awkwardness and possibly a broken friendship.

"H-how…" Harry blinked several times and shook his head as if to fight off what his brain was conveying to him.

"I'm not exactly sure. Something happened and Malfoy is in my body and I'm in his. I can tell you all the details later, but right now I need to find Malfoy," Hermione said trying to get back to the point as quickly as possible.

"Wait a minute, Hermione. Back up. What?" Harry asked again, his eyes squinting up at her. As annoyed as she wanted to be at him, she had to admit that what she was telling him was madness and if the tables were turned, she'd need a much better explanation than that.

She started at the beginning, telling him of their fight and what happened after. She told him about their plan to live in each other's skin until they could find a solution, and how, until this very night, they'd spend every evening in the Manor together. She told him the last words Draco said to her and how he'd not been home since.

"Well, honestly, erm, Hermione," she could see he still felt awkward calling her that while she resided in Malfoy's body, "it sounds like he went out for the night. He said he'd see you tomorrow. I'm not exactly sure what I can do…"

"He's in my body!" she screeched. "I mean, what if he's murdered or raped or kidnapped? That's my body!"

"Okay, okay," Harry said, putting up a placating hand. If he wasn't convinced the man before him was Hermione before, the way he…she talked would have convinced him with enough time. "I can see what you mean. It's a rather strange situation. Um, well I can put a track on him, or would it be you? I'm not sure. Oh bloody hell, this is a riddle."

Hermione sighed in frustration and was about to verbally abuse Harry some more until she heard a pop of Apparition from the direction of Draco's rooms. Thank Merlin! she thought to herself, at least glad to know her body hadn't been killed.

"DRACO!" she called out, forgetting about Harry for the moment.

"Bloody fucking hell," she heard her own voice mutter as she stomped toward where he must have Apparated into the house.

"Where have you been?" she demanded, pulling up short when she finally entered his sitting room and saw him fully. "What in the name of Merlin are you wearing?" she demanded, eyes blazing.

Draco closed his eyes and counted to five. He was tired and he wanted to sleep. After a few more rounds with Jess, he'd slipped out while she was sleeping and was now determined to sleep for the rest of the day if he had anything to say about it.

"I'm wearing a dress. Something you might want to consider doing every once in a while when we are back to normal, Granger," he replied tiredly. He was about to throw another sarcastic comment her way until seeing Harry Potter's face in the doorway stopped him.

"So, I suppose the boy wonder knows the truth now," he said. The look on Harry's face was priceless. He wished he had a portrait of it. Honestly, he looked caught between arousal, shame, and deep, deep confusion.

"Yes, Potter. Hermione has a nice ass and a decent rack. Who'd have known?" He smirked at that, and Hermione growled in his direction. Harry's lips pressed into a firm disapproving line.

"Why are you wearing that? Where did you go? Were you seen? Don't you care at all that people take me seriously? I'll be thought of as a, a street walking tart!" she was almost screeching and in Draco's baritone, it sounded absurd.

"Will you relax? I was in Muggle London for Merlin's sake," he said, pulling off both heels and sighing in relief as his battered feet came into contact with the plush carpet beneath him. "Besides, aren't you supposed to encourage women to wear whatever they want, and men shouldn't objectify them? Come on, Hermione. You are starting to sound like a real hypocrite." He took a risk with that, and could almost see the smoke coming out of Hermione's ears.

"Well, I see Malfoy has returned, so I'm going to go and have a drink or twelve," Harry said, more to himself than anyone else.

"Please, Harry," Hermione said, "keep this to yourself. I guess you can tell Ginny, but she's got to keep it quiet. I don't want the Ministry finding out about this until we know what it is."

"Of course," Harry said. "But if you need me, I'm only a Floo away."

"Thanks," Hermione smiled tiredly and pulled her best friend into the world's most awkward hug. Draco nearly choked when he watched his own body embrace Potter, and Scarhead didn't look any happier about it. "I'll Owl you later today."

Harry gave one last bewildered look at Draco before padding out the door and back toward the Floo. Ginny was going to think he was insane.

Hermione turned back to Draco. "Malfoy, I'm only going to ask you once. Where were you?"

"None of your business," Draco annunciated every word slowly like she was an idiot.

"It is my fucking business, Malfoy! Now tell me!" she yelled, her voice booming, finally in the male register that fit the body. It would have been frightening to anyone else.

However, Draco wasn't frightened, he was annoyed. "I was out. Enjoying the town. Now, I've slept very little so, please bugger off and let me go to bed."

"Slept very little…wait, that means you've slept some. Malfoy, where have you been?" Hermione asked, her heart racing as she realized she had a good idea where he'd been and the thought made her throat constrict.

"We are going around in circles, Granger. I was out. I might be in your body, but I have control over my own actions. I'm free to do as I please, as are you. Now get out of my rooms," Draco demanded, his patience snapping.

Hermione stumbled out of the room, her brain racing as she put the pieces together. He looked like a slut. She knew that wasn't a proper term. Slut shaming was the lowest form of sexism, but years of propriety could not be overcome by feminist principles. He looked disheveled. He was tired. Said he only got a little sleep. She swallowed. That horny, disgusting, sex crazed bastard went out to Muggle London and fucked someone. She was absolutely sure of it.

Stamping her foot, she pushed the door to his rooms open again and stalked toward the bedroom where she could hear him moving around. "Draco Malfoy, you tell me, right now. Did you have sex with someone?"

"AH!" he screeched, when he heard her come in, "I'm practically naked here!" he protested as he instinctively held his newly acquired breasts. Shaking his head at himself he chuckled tiredly and turned around to face her, wearing only shorts, as was his custom for sleeping. However, in Hermione's body, nothing but shorts was a whole different thing. The question was, when did he start caring about things like decency?

"Seen it," Hermione said, rolling her eyes and pretending to be unfazed. "Now, answer me."

"Yes!" Draco finally yelled back. All he wanted to do was sleep. If she'd scream at him then leave him alone, at least he could finally get some rest. "I went out. I hooked up. Now go away while I sleep."

"I…I…" Granger looked ready to burst into tears and he saw her fingers trembling. "How could you?" she finally asked, her eyes already glistening as she looked down at him. He'd only seen himself cry a handful of times. It was a jarring picture before him. Why was she so upset?

"It was nothing. She'll never know who you are…" Draco said with a shrug.

"She?" Hermione squeaked.

"Well, you didn't expect me to fuck a bloke, did you?" Draco asked, disgusted. Was she daft? Obviously, if he were going to have sex in her body, it would be with another woman. Just because he now had a vagina didn't mean he had any desire to have a cock shoved in it.

He watched her closely as her eyes squeezed shut and her breath came out in shuddering pants. Merlin's balls, what was the big deal? "It's not that serious, Granger. I'm not going to start dating her or anything. She's a Muggle."

He knew she was really upset when she didn't even chastise him for that last comment. "It is serious," she said, her voice so quiet he wondered if that was worse than the screeching. "That is my body. You never asked my permission, you never even thought about the fact that you were violating me."

He could hear the tears in her voice and he began to panic. "Violated? You weren't even there. It was me. I'm the one who fucked her. And I did have the decency not to do anything that might jeopardize your precious virginity, if that's what you are worried about," Draco defended.

Hermione shook her head. She had no idea why the idea of Draco using her body to have sex with people gave her such an intense reaction but she felt like crying and screaming and hitting things all at the same time. "I can't believe you would do this to me," she finally said, sniffing back the tears that were beginning to fall.

When he tried to touch her, she jumped back.

"Don't touch me. Don't you ever touch me," she hissed. With that, she ran from the room slamming the door hard behind her.

Draco just stood there staring at the spot she'd left. Why was she so upset?

An entire day passed before Draco saw Granger again. He'd finished up his work for Malfoy Enterprises and wanted to explain to her what to do with it the next day when they went back to their jobs. He didn't really want to knock on her door, but the fact was both of them needed to find out how to switch back, and the business paperwork was pretty important.

When she opened the door, she eyed him for a moment before asking, "What?" in her most imperious tone.

"Here are the books for the last week and the extra contracts I've drawn up for the deal with Slughorn," Draco said, passing her the thick envelope. "And, I hate to have to point this out, but we've come up with nothing about how to switch back. I don't fancy being you forever."

She scoffed at that but took the papers and set them on the table before following him out of the room. "It's not as if I've been sitting in here twiddling my thumbs," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I've been researching. While you were off doing Merlin knows what, I've actually been trying to fix this hell on earth we're living in."

He rolled his eyes but kept his mouth shut. She was so fucking in love with herself it was maddening. "Okay, so let's get to work. Did you find anything?"

"I don't know," she admitted, biting her lip. She'd spent hours looking over everything she could find about switched bodies but all of them originated with a curse. She couldn't think of anyone at the bar that could have or would have cursed them. "I think we'll have to try to contact everyone who was in the bar that night. The only thing I can come up with is that it must have been a curse. Luckily, it was not very crowded. Do you have a Pensive?"

"Yeah," Draco said, "Come to my rooms. Everything we need is there."

Hermione nodded stiffly and followed him. She couldn't let her guard down with him again. She'd begun to trust him, at least in small ways, but after what he did… She shuddered thinking about it. He was nothing more than the evil, selfish, sex crazed asshole she'd always believed him to be, and there was no use getting any wild ideas that he might be a real person who ever gave a shit about anyone but himself. She wouldn't make that mistake again.

When they entered his sitting area, Draco made quick work of pulling out the Pensieve and setting it up properly. The air was thick with tension and he could cut the silence with a knife. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. They had to talk about last night, even if it killed them. So long as they were living together, he had to have a working relationship with her.

"Look, Granger, I'm sorry if what I did upset you. I wasn't thinking and…"

She cut him off with a hiss. "No," she said. "You were thinking. You just weren't thinking about anyone but yourself. That's why you didn't want to tell me the truth. It's why you kept the whole thing a secret. You know it was wrong and you did it anyway. Only you did it with my body. My body that could catch whatever Muggle diseases the girl you fucked had. My body that was violated. My body that you sold off to the highest bidder for your own lust. You essentially pimped me out like a whore, and I'll never forgive you for it. So, no. Don't apologize to me. Because we both know you don't mean it. Just take out your memory of the fight in the pub and stop talking."

Draco swallowed hard but finally sighed and did as she said. He tried and failed to ignore the gnawing sense of guilt that was building in his stomach as he let her words really sink in.