**Author's Note: A little gentleness at the end but it's after some kink so I think it's okay. As always, I want to hear from you. If any one has any ideas of where I could throw in some double Malfoy time, let me know.**
Hermione stopped suddenly. It was a pathetic noise that she heard and it was coming from the closet she was about to pass. She carefully peeked through the crack in the door. Inside she saw the top of Malfoy's head, his face buried in his arms.
"Draco?" She whispered as she pushed the door open.
"Get out, you filthy bitch!" She ignored him and got into the closet with him, shutting the door behind her. He turned away from her as she sat down.
"Are you okay?"
"Are you stupid?" He spat at her with the best sneer he could manage. "Just get out of here, mudblood." He shoved her hard. She hit him back. He looked at her, stunned, and she shrugged her shoulders.
The next thing she knew he had her on the back on the floor. Her head hit a bit harder than she would have liked but she reveled in the mashing of their lips. He nudged her legs apart and rubbed his knee against her shooting tingles of pleasure through her body. She forced him to roll over and threw her leg over his hips. She made quick work of his shirt and rubbed her hands up and down his chest. He grabbed the hair on either side of her head and pulled her in for a kiss, holding her there as he flipped them back over. He pinned her hands firmly above her head and pulled the first two buttons off her shirt with his teeth so he could gain access to her collar bone which he nipped and kissed fervently. She arched her back, pushing her chest forward urging him on. His grip tightened on her wrists to a painful point and she whimpered quietly. He slammed her wrists down on the cold floor and caught her shriek with his mouth. He let her wrists go and started on the rest of her buttons. Gryffindor colors. He took his wand back out and tapped her bra with his wand and the satin of her bra quickly melted into green and silver.
"I'm sorry," she started, "I wasn't expecti…" her words were stopped by the hard slap of his hand. He didn't care if she was sorry. He hit her once more for good measure and then went back to his removal of her clothing.
When she was naked beneath him he began to undo his trousers. He was already aroused and aching for her. He reached down between her legs and ran his fingers down her slickness. Satisfied, he positioned himself and slid easily inside her. The familiarity was comforting. Everything in his world was completely upside down but this filthy little mudblood still felt the same beneath him and wrapped tightly around his cock. He sighed into her neck as he began to pump in and out of her. That familiar moan escaped her lips as she met his every thrust. She shifted the angle of her hips and sent new waves of pleasure through both of them. She made him angry. This lowly, disgusting girl had no right to comfort him. She hardly noticed the hands that crept to her neck until they tightened. She clawed at his hands as he pumped into her harder and she tried to gasp for breath. Just when she thought she might pass out he released her as he came hard inside her and collapsed on her chest. After a few moments of panting, the quiet sobs started again. She wrapped her arms around his head and whispered gently into his ear.