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Her eyes widened in a mixture of shock and fear as she collapsed on the floor in a fit. Hermione had read all about the Cruciatus curse, had even seen it performed, but experiencing it was something else entirely. Never in her life had Hermione felt pain like this, and she never wanted to again. She sunk her teeth into her lip as she blurrily watched Draco step over her. Her trembling hand reached out to grip his pant leg, but he snatched his foot away and then it was over. In reality, it probably only lasted about twelve seconds, but twelve seconds was enough, enough for him to get the message across. Her chest heaved as she fought to catch her breath.

She struggled to roll over on her stomach, resisting the urge to spew chunks in the process. Before she even got the chance to attempt to stand up, she was being hauled up by her hair and staring into the eyes of one angry Draco Malfoy. It was here, between the wall of her dorm and Draco's body that she realized for her to be the Brightest Witch of Her Age, she was incredibly stupid. Blaise had warned her. Blaise Zabini of all people, the boy who rarely gave a rat's ass about anything, had actually taken time out of his day to warn her and what had she done? She had basically thrown it back in his face by ignoring his warning all together. He'd said that Draco was the closest thing he had to a friend so clearly he would know Draco a lot better than she.

Her eyes followed Draco's finger as he raised it towards her before balling it into a fist and promptly putting a fist sized hole into her wall, causing her to jump in surprise. He suddenly turned away from her and began pacing her bedroom. His shoulders heaved in barely contained fury as the air around them practically crackled with his magic. After a long time he finally spoke, so quietly that she could barely hear him.

"Was I not perfectly clear when I said that if he so much as touched you again I would string him up by his balls?"

When she spoke her voice was hoarse, as if she had been screaming.

"You have no right, none. We…this…this thing isn't anything and if you believe differently then you really need to be medicated," she snapped with narrowed eyes.

Her voice came out firmer than she expected because inside, her heart was pounding. For the first time this year, she was genuinely scared of Draco and what he might do. His lips pulled up into a cruel smirk.

"You clearly don't care too much for Potter-"

"You will not touch him," she hissed as she started towards him.

He grabbed her wrists with his right hand before flinging her onto her bed, his body immediately aligned with hers. She gasped as he settled himself between her legs and brushed his lips against her throat.

"Did I hit a nerve? Is it possible that Gryffindor's princess returns their beloved Saint's feelings?" he hissed.

"You say that like the possibility is a bad thing. After all, his competition is you and so far you've bitten me, sexually harassed me and Crucio'd me," she briskly responded.

She ignored how his jaw began to clench.

"How will I ever choose?" she mocked.

Her jaw clenched as he sat up on his knees before grabbing her thighs and pulling her against him.

"You wore green for the Halloween Ball…and now silver. I believe that you are trying to tell me something," he huskily murmured, his eyes darkening with poorly concealed desire.

Her eyes widened as she pushed against his chest. He was changing tactics on her. Her attraction towards him was not a well kept secret and they both knew that she couldn't think straight whenever they found themselves in a compromising position.

"And…you're wearing the ribbon. I assume you like it."

Her eyes widened as she reached up to finger the ribbon Ginny had tied around her neck. She had almost forgotten about it…

"Don't look so surprised. I can be…romantic when I want to be," he whispered as he leaned down to kiss her shoulder.

"Stop," she said through a shaky breath.

"Why, because you like it?"

"Let's end this, Draco. I mean it. I thought that you would eventually tire of this game we seem to be playing, but you haven't. I have though. It's exhausting."

He buried his face into her hair and inhaled.

"That's the problem. You think this is a game, you still think that this is all one big joke and it's not."

He pulled back to look into her eyes.

"I want you, more than I've ever wanted anything. Is it because for so long you've been untouchable? Forbidden? I don't know and I don't care. Call it obsession, love, a misguided attempt at romance, it doesn't matter. Do you know how many times I've wanted to bash Weasley's face in, wanted to snap Potter's neck? Don't even get me started on McLaggen. Whether you believe it or not, you are mine and I have no intentions of letting you go. Merlin, you have no idea of all the things I've wanted to do to you, especially in front of your stupid sidekicks. I've wanted to see the look on Potter's face when I show him who you belong to, how you react to me-"

"Stop," she choked out as she pushed away from him.

She didn't want to hear this; she didn't want to hear any of this.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me? It's funny really. You're like a drug. I have to say something or do something to you, get some sort of reaction from you or else I'll go crazy."

He crawled towards her as she backed away from him, the hungry look in his eyes scaring her.

"And those damn curls. I've wanted to tangle my fingers in them and give them a good yank on more than one occasion. I imagine what they would look like on my pillows, spread around your head like a halo while you're screaming beneath me, begging for more."

She let out a gasp as her head hit the bed when he grabbed her ankle and yanked her towards him. She clawed at his arm as his hand came up to spread along her throat. A dark look passed over his features, his teeth bared and his eyes blazing.

"I want you, but Potter also wants you. I, however, have no problem bashing his head into a wall, but you don't want that. It seems that we have a little situation on our hands," he hissed.

She gulped as she stared into his eyes. She wasn't stupid; she knew exactly where this was going.

"I swear on Salazar's grave that if he touches you again…I will kill him. I don't care about facing Voldemort's wrath, I don't care who I have to go through to do it. I'll break every pathetic bone in his body and personally send them to the Dark Lord myself. I won't stop until your precious Saint is nothing but a sniveling mess," he snarled.

Hermione glared at him through blurry eyes as she registered his promise. Promise, not threat because Draco Malfoy didn't make threats. She knew without a doubt that Draco would murder Harry without hesitation. He's probably done it before. Her body shook as he trailed his hand down her chest and to the slit in her dress.

"Call me arrogant but…I know you want me, and I want you. I will gladly strangle Saint Potter in a heartbeat, but if you don't want me to do that…all you have to do is ask," he whispered as he gazed at her through hooded eyes.

Hermione's heart was torn. She knew, she knew that if she refused what he was implying Harry's body would probably be found in the Forbidden Forest by morning. It's not that she didn't have faith in Harry, but his skills with a wand weren't as great as hers, and Draco was a Death Eater. He could probably make her look like an amateur. But she wasn't that type of girl, the type to… To what, sacrifice herself for someone she cared about? Save her best friend's life? If Harry was in a similar place as her he'd do it without hesitation. She took in a shaky breath as she reached up to finger a button on Draco's dress robes.

"Draco, leave Harry alone, please. He means a lot to me," she said between trembling lips.

"Prove it," he whispered as he leaned down.

Her jaw clenched and a wicked smirk graced his lips as she slid her hand to rest on his shoulder.

"Kiss me," she breathed.

Draco didn't hesitate as he swooped in and captured her bottom lip between his teeth before pressing his lips against hers. His hands slid down to her waist before hoisting her up to straddle his lap. She inhaled through her nose as he slipped his tongue between her lips before sucking her own between his. She panted as his lips trailed down her throat. He let out a frustrated growl at the high neckline of her dress before reaching up and ripping it straight down the middle.

"Draco," she gasped in anger.

Her protest went unheard as he nipped at her collar bone and down her chest. One hand pushed her down onto her back while the other hitched her leg around his waist. She couldn't help but to compare Draco to a dark angel, hovering above her with fair skin and hair, a vision in black. Just as he began to lean down her door flew open.

"Hermione, are you-Oh! Oh, Merlin, I'm sorry. I-"

She didn't hear the rest of Ginny's apologies as she quickly retreated and shut the door in a hurry. Hermione sat up and held the front of her dress together as she backed away from him. It wasn't exactly registering that Ginny had just caught her beneath Draco Malfoy and practically topless. She was brought back to the current situation at hand when Draco dragged his thumb across her cheek.

"Come home with me for Winter Break," he stated, breathless

Her brows furrowed in confusion.

"What?" she breathed.

"I want you at my home for the Holidays," he said as if he were talking to a five year old.

"I-"

Her protest was cut short with the pressure applied onto her cheek. Her jaw clenched as she stared into Draco's eyes, his expression practically daring her to object. She gave a short nod.

"Brilliant," he commented as he pressed his lips against hers before sliding off of the bed, pulling her with him.

She looked down at her feet as he straightened his shirt and smoothed his hair down. The last few minutes played inside her head over and over again and she couldn't help but ask herself one question. How had she ended up here? Getting blackmailed by Draco Malfoy was not on her to do list for the day but then again, someone like Draco had their own agendas and made habits of screwing with everyone else's. She was brought out of her thoughts when she felt a brush against her neck.

She looked up to gaze at Draco as he stared down at her with an unfamiliar expression. He leaned down to bury his nose in her ringlets and inhaled before pulling away from her and exiting through her door. Not a minute later her fiery haired best friend slowly walked in, her jaw slack and eyes wide.

"Hermione…?"

Hermione's shoulders slumped as she shook her head and let out a sob.


"Hermione, you've got to tell me what happened. You cried for forty-five minutes straight and you've been silent for at least thirty."

Hermione gripped the pillow tighter in her hands as she furiously shook her head.

"I'm…okay. Just overwhelmed," she replied.

And overwhelmed she was. The night had started out fairly well and somehow it had ended in an emotional….hot and heavy mess. Draco had to be the foulest git to walk this earth. He knew how much her friends meant to her and he knew that she would do anything for them, including cavorting with the likes of him. She closed her eyes as she was reminded of the way his lips had felt against her skin, the way his body fit perfectly in between her legs, almost as if…they'd been made for each other. She shook her head as soon as she'd thought that.

"Hermione?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she whispered.

But deep down, she could hear a sinister voice in her head, laughing at her, telling her that she was far from fine.


"Hermione, I don't understand," Harry pleaded, again.

"Please, Harry. Just drop it, okay? We can't…we can't be together. I…I don't want you," she whispered.

She looked up in shock as Harry gripped her arms, a desperate look in his eyes.

"You're lying, I know you are. What did he say to you?" he hissed.

"Nothing! He didn't say anything. You led my best friend on, because you were trying to make me jealous. Then…then you dump her for me! You may be okay with that and even she may be alright with that, but I'm not. That's not okay, and I refuse to let you believe that it is."

She turned her head away as his hand came up to brush against her cheek.

"Hermione. Look at me, Hermione," he pleaded.

She reluctantly gazed at him through the corner of her eyes.

"I love you. Do you understand that? This isn't some stupid fickle romance. What I feel for you is real. I'd do anything for you. You know that, right? You know that I'd give my life for you. I know…I know that deep down you feel the same way. I know you do, but Malfoy…he's messing with your head. He's making you question so many things, I can see it. I know you, Hermione. I know that you think that deep down there's some good in him. I know that you think that you can save him, but you can't. Do you understand? You can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved."

"I don't-"

"Yes, you do. I can't lose you too, I can't," his voice broke.

"Harry..."

"Before you know it he'll sink his claws into you so deep and…and you'll be gone. He'll take you away from me," he whispered.

"That's not going to happen, Harry. I just-"

Her reply was cut short when Harry pressed his lips against hers. She pulled away and began to back up, but he followed, and so did his lips. She moaned against his mouth as his fingers danced along the small of her back.

"Harry, stop. We can't," she breathed as she pulled away again.

They were on one of the upper floors, a place where students rarely went, only when they wanted to…well, wanted to do what she and Harry were doing, at the moment. It still didn't stop her from worrying about Draco finding them though. He always found her.

"Ssh. Please don't ruin this," he whispered against her lips.

She let out a shaky breath when his hands came up to rest just under her breasts. Her head was spinning as she inhaled. Harry's scent was so different from Draco's. Whereas Draco smelt like vanilla and all man in one, Harry smelt like the grass that covered the ground, the tree bark of the Forbidden Forest. There was even a hint of a floral scent, as if he'd been rolling around in a bed of flowers all day. Draco smelt like the perfect combination of enticing and dangerous, but Harry smelt like the earth; warm and homey.

His lips brushed across her neck, and his tongue darted out when he suddenly paused. He pulled away and looked down at her skin, a horrified expression suddenly working its way over his features.

"What? Harry, what is it?" she breathed as he took a step back, away from her.

"Did he do that?" he snapped.

She had just reached up when it finally clicked inside her head.

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"Go ahead, Hermione. Tell him everything we discussed and everything that happened. Divulge all. Of the dirty. Details," he growled.

And with that he dived in and sank his teeth into her shoulder. A pained shriek left her lips as she bucked beneath him. His hands were pinning hers down beside her and she didn't dare move her head, she was in enough pain as it was. She felt him slowly pull away before mumbling something that she couldn't understand. But if the tingling in her neck was anything to go by, she'd say that it was a spell. Her eyes widened when he pulled back, his lips slightly stained with her blood.

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She had been covering up that mark for days now, because it simply would not go away, no matter what she did. She walked over to the window beside them and looked into the reflection. Low and behold, there was a lovely love bite there with minuscule puncture wounds from Draco's teeth. She didn't understand why it was visible. She'd done a spell to conceal it, had even put on a bit of makeup just to be safe. She slowly turned back around to face Harry, teary eyed.

"Harry…"

"Is that what he meant when he mentioned your…date? Did he do that to you?"

Her silence was the only answer he needed it seemed. He flew down the corridor before she could even blink. She ran after him, her pleas falling on deaf ears. His legs were much longer than hers and keeping up with him was proving to be difficult. They probably made quite a sight; her pulling and tugging on Harry's arms, screaming and pleading while he marched on in determination. They had made it down to the first floor, now and she could tell that he was heading to the courtyard where Draco was known to be from time to time, the same exact courtyard where he'd been transfigured into a ferret years before.

"Harry, Harry stop," she cried as she grabbed a hold of his shirt.

The scene they were making had begun to attract unwanted, but not unexpected, attention. He jerked away as if she had burned him before making his way over to the group of Slytherins.

"Oi, Malfoy!"

No sooner than Draco had turned around, Harry's fist flew and connected with the blond haired boy's cheek. Hermione gasped when Draco stumbled before reaching for Harry's throat and shoving him into the tree. Excited students began to crowd around them, blocking her view. She could faintly hear the sound of fists connecting with flesh and harsh words being said over the sound of her rowdy classmates, but she couldn't see a damn thing. She finally pushed her way through the crowd just as Draco's lithe form rose to full height, Harry's crumpled body behind him, struggling to stand.

"Harry," she quietly gasped as she ran towards him.

She was stopped however by a harsh grip on her upper arm. She looked up just in time for Draco's mouth to come crashing down on hers. The gasps and cries of outrage made her want to pull away, but two things were preventing her from doing just that; Draco's hand on the back of her neck and his tongue down her throat. He jerked away from her to glare at every face in the crowd before pushing past them, leaving her to deal with the stares and whispers.


"He's not just messing around, is he?"

She paused as she set the glass of water on the table beside his bed before sighing.

"No," she whispered as she turned around.

Harry's unruly hair looked even messier against the pillows of the infirmary beds. His face was taut with anger as he exhaled.

"How long did it take you to figure out that he wasn't just messing with you? Before or after he practically molested you?" he spat.

She flinched at his condescending tone. She wasn't used to being talked to like that...by anyone.

"Harry…I-"

"Am I correct to assume that this has happened more than once, maybe even more than twice?"

Hermione didn't reply. What could she possibly say?

"...and you made me feel like the idiot for being overly cautious. Gods, Hermione. I love you, Merlin knows that I do, but this has got to be the most idiotic thing you've ever done," he stated.

Hermione's fists clenched beside her.

"Really, this is the most idiotic thing I've ever done? After everything we've done together, this takes the cake? After that stupid stone and then Azkaban. I suppose that the Department of Mysteries was just a walk in the park, right?"

"But that was different!"

"How! How on earth was that different?"

"Because you weren't alone! You had Ron. You had me! You weren't facing those things alone," he snapped.

Hermione blinked with the realization that he was right. With everything the three of them had done, it had been the three of them. Hermione bit her lip.

"He's one of them, isn't he?"

"I don't know," she lied.

She wasn't sure why she did that, why she was protecting him. He turned to look at her.

"Are you lying for him, protecting him?" he said through his teeth.

"No," she answered.

"I don't believe you. I never thought that there would be a day when I would say that, but it's true. I don't believe you, Hermione," he whispered.

Hermione breathed out as she closed her eyes.

"I…I didn't want this in the first place, Harry. You're the one who came to me with this brilliant idea of-"

"Really? That's how you're going to play it, blame it on me?"

"N-no. I just…I tried to tell you that I didn't want-"

"But I was under the impression that it was simply because you didn't like him. You never gave me any indication that you had a legitimate reason to be fearful of him, did you? You could have told me what was really going on, but you didn't!"

She flinched, once again, as she realized that he was right, once again. She should have told him the minute it started, but now she was in too deep. Draco was…fixated on her for some reason. She could admit that now, and the thought terrified her to death.

"Hermione…I want you to listen carefully to what I'm about to say."

She looked back up at his harsh tone.

"I don't want you near him, under any circumstances."

Hermione swallowed. What the bloody hell am I supposed to do, she thought. Draco wanted her for…whatever in exchange for Harry's safety. Harry was practically forbidding her to go anywhere near Draco. She found that she was caught in the crossfire of a completely different war, and no battle ever ended without some casualties.


"Come for more advice, have you? Or is Draco not as satisfying as you thought he would be?"

Hermione frowned at the sick smirk on his face before sitting down on the floor across from him, the spines of the books pressed into her back.

"When you…warned me about Draco…what did you mean when you said that 'he'd done things that would make us Gryffindors hurl'?"

Blaise's smirk suddenly turned dark as he gently closed his book and set it down beside him.

"What has he done, now?" he questioned with a glint in his eyes.

Hermione thought about not telling him, but Blaise had probably seen and heard about worse.

"He Crucio'd me," she whispered.

Blaise chuckled, startling her.

"Is that all?" he mocked.

Hermione's temper rose as she glared at him with a clenched jaw.

"Is that all? Is that all?" she hissed.

"Hermione, I've seen him blow someone's brains across a mirror. I watched as he gouged someone's eyes out while they were very much alive, and you're expecting me to be scandalized with the knowledge that he used the Cruciatus Curse on you? Be grateful," he flippantly responded as he returned his attention to his book.

Hermione huffed, but couldn't help but to see where he was coming from once everything he'd just said registered in her head. Had Draco really done those things? Of course he has. Blaise would have no reason to lie. Unless, he was trying to scare her for some reason.

"What does he want with me? I mean, he's told me in so many words, but…"

"But you want to hear it from someone else, because you don't want to entertain the idea that he could be telling the truth."

Hermione slowly nodded. Blaise rested his arm on his raised knee as he leaned forward.

"Draco is not right in the head. Surely you must know this by now. Anyone who has seen the things he's seen and done the things he's done is bound to have a few loose bolts. Combine that with the fact that he's a spoiled brat who gets whatever he wants; you've got a psychopath who's never heard the word no before. So listen carefully when I tell you that Draco is relentless when it comes to what he wants. He will drag you by the hair back to Malfoy Manor if he has to, kicking and screaming. Of course, he'd rather not do that, but if it's necessary he will. So I suggest that you might as well accept your fate, because the only thing that will save you is his un-beating heart."

Hermione stared at him with wide eyes, horrified at what he was telling her. She gulped as she shot up, shaking her head. There had to be another way, another way to stop him. She could hear Blaise's quiet laughter behind her as she fled from the library.


She fidgeted as Dumbledore gazed at her through his glasses. His long, bony fingers were pressed together as he tilted his head.

"Ms. Granger, it has been brought to my attention that you've been involved in a few of the recent…incidents that have occurred. Is this correct?"

Hermione's heart dropped. Did McGonagall know too? This was it. She would be stripped of her Prefect title and she would never be Head Girl. She took in a shuddering breath.

"Y-yes, Headmaster, but I…"

She trailed off as he held up his hand, signaling for her to halt her protests. His eyes held years of wisdom as he leaned forward.

"You are not a troublemaker, Ms. Granger. I believe that you've just been graced with a bit of…bad luck these past few months."

A bit of bad luck had to have been the understatement of the century, but Hermione did not voice this statement.

"I'm very understanding, and I think that you have just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time…often," he said with a small smile.

Hermione's shoulders sagged as she let out a soft sigh of relief.

"As a matter of fact, I happen to have an understanding of a lot of the things that happen within these walls. Do be careful Ms. Granger for these are dark times," he said as he stared at her with a serious expression.

Did he know what Draco was? Or did he suspect just like everyone else? She nodded as she turned around and made towards the door.


Hermione glanced at her friend again as she scribbled on her parchment. Ginny had barely acknowledged her since she'd walked into the common room. Aside from the two of them, there were two other younger students in a far corner. Hermione would say that Ginny was just caught up in her work, but the cold vibe that she was getting from the redhead said otherwise. Hermione paused before turning to face Ginny on the couch.

"Did I do something?" she quietly asked.

"No," Ginny replied just as quietly, but her tone and body language didn't match her answer.

"I can tell that you're upset. I'm not stupid."

"Sure about that?" the other girl mumbled.

Hermione frowned.

"Is this about Harry?" she demanded.

Ginny huffed before slamming her quill and parchment down, turning to face Hermione.

"Of course this is about Harry," she quietly hissed.

Hermione blinked in confusion.

"But you said…"

"Not that. Harry is in the infirmary because of Draco and indirectly because of you. You're my best friend Hermione, but if you're going to be with Harry then be with him. Otherwise, don't get him caught up in whatever the hell you have going on with your Death Eater," Ginny sneered before collecting her things and going upstairs.

Hermione swallowed as she stared into the fire. Ginny's words may have been harsh but they were true nonetheless. Harry was hurt because of her. Ron had been hurt because of her. Today when she had been called into the Headmaster's office she was so sure that he was going to tell her that her behavior no longer represented one of a prefect and future Head Girl. That had scared her to death and made her realize that Draco was jeopardizing the things that were most important to her; Head Girl, her relationships with her friends and her reputation. She closed her eyes as she recalled Harry's words. Draco Malfoy did not want to be saved and who was she to try to convince him otherwise. She had to put an end to this…before she lost everything.


Hermione held her breath as she waited. Harry had commented on her idiocy earlier, and clearly she hadn't learned a damn thing. She fidgeted and looked around the darkness. She never liked the dungeons, but she had to put her fear aside for a moment. It was late, really late, at night. Students should be in bed, but she knew that if any students were roaming the corridors when they weren't supposed to, it would be a Slytherin. One was bound to come skulking down the dungeons and into the dorms any time now. Her fingers clenched Harry's invisibility cloak tighter as she heard footsteps.

Speak of the devil, she thought as she watched a Slytherin girl, one she didn't recognize, walk down the dungeon. The girl was statuesque with mocha colored skin and midnight hair. Her ocean eyes practically glowed in the darkness and for a moment, Hermione feared that she could see her. She almost sighed in relief when the girl stated the password and slipped inside, Hermione close behind.

She followed the same route that Blaise had taken when she'd come here before. She didn't like how dark nor quiet it was, but it was practically twelve in the morning. What else did she expect? She stopped directly in front of the door and poked her wand out from under the cloak. With a quiet 'Alohomora', she was inside, softly shutting the door behind her. The cloak dropped around her feet with a soft whisper as she went to stand directly in front of the bed.

Draco Malfoy lay in his bed, completely oblivious to the figure standing before him. As Hermione stared down at him, she couldn't help but to notice that he looked so innocent and childlike when he slept. But this was Draco Malfoy and there was nothing innocent about him. Her heart fluttered beneath her skin as she tightened her grip on her wand. She had practiced the spell before so she knew that she could do it. But would she?

Hermione never thought that she would get to this point, but Draco had driven her here. She was desperate, so utterly and helplessly desperate that she was actually standing in front of her classmate, preparing to alter his memories. She didn't know what else to do, and making Draco Malfoy forget about his feelings for her entirely seemed like the best option. He had hurt her and humiliated her. He'd Obliviated Ginny and had used unforgivables on both of them. He'd made her the subject of harsh whispers and judgmental stares. He'd seriously injured both of her friends and had threatened Harry's life. With these thoughts in mind, Hermione raised her wand.

She had opened her mouth to utter the curse that would make everything go back to normal when his eyelids snapped open. She inhaled in a mixture of shock and fright as his predatory gaze landed on her.

"Come to kill me in my sleep?"

She stumbled back as she heard his voice, not husky with sleep. He'd been awake, probably since she'd walked into the room. She hurriedly raised her wand, the curse on her lips when a white light flew towards her, causing her to duck. Her head whipped around in shock as Draco's wardrobe flew back into the wall, wooden splinters flying everywhere. Her heart thumped as time seemed to move in slow motion. She had turned around just in time to see Draco throw the covers away from him before gracefully sliding out of bed. He walked towards her like a panther, ready to pounce when she made a run for the door.

She dodged another curse as she ran past the rooms and through the common room. She almost ran into the stone wall of the dungeons if it weren't for her hands. She couldn't see anything, but she didn't want to shine her wand. She was trying to hide from Draco, so that wouldn't be the best idea. She briskly, but quietly, walked in the darkness away from her pursuer. She didn't hear anything, but she knew he was there, somewhere behind her. Her fingers brushed the walls as she stumbled through the dungeons. She didn't know where she was going.

She'd spun around, thinking she'd heard him when a large hand suddenly came over her mouth. She let out a muffled shriek and elbowed her way out of his grip. She stumbled and fell as he let her go, scraping her knees in the process. She sent a curse his way, one he easily dodged before she stumbled upright and ran, not caring if he could hear her. She turned a corner, his footsteps not far behind. She turned another, not a clue where she was going in the darkness. She panted, her eyes darting from left to right in panic. Her hair flew as she spun around then turned again. She almost slipped, but was caught in a tight embrace, causing her to let out a shriek. She beat against his chest and let out a jumble of protests as he backed her into the wall. His hands hooked under thighs lifting her so that he could grind his pelvis into hers.

"Let go of me, let me go," she hissed as she pushed against him.

"I'll let you come…" he murmured, laving his tongue against her collar bone "…anywhere you want."

To emphasize his point, he pressed his hips against hers, letting her feel just how serious he was. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she jabbed her wand into his chest.

"Everte Statum!"

She fell onto her hands and knees as Draco flew back into the opposite wall. She quickly felt around, trying to locate her wand before he righted himself when his hand suddenly clamped onto her wrist. She sent a fist flying into his cheek and stood. Wand or no wand she was getting out of here. She collapsed again, practically face first as his fingers wrapped around her ankle and yanked. She fought furiously as he crawled up her body, his fingers tangled into her hair. A shudder passed through her when he nibbled on the side of her neck.

Her palm flew into his face as soon as he flipped her over. She hit him, again and again, and kneed him in his gut until his hold loosened. She flew up, but her head hit the ground this time when he grabbed her leg. It may have been dark but she could tell that her vision was hazy. Her head was pounding and she was out of breath. She could feel herself being pushed into an upright position, one arm around her arms and midsection, the other hand over her mouth. She kicked and stumbled as she felt herself being dragged backwards. She wriggled and screamed into his hand, her own hands reaching out to claw at the walls when his arm moved under her own.

Her nails were probably bloody but that didn't stop her from digging them into the stone. She could stand the pain if it meant getting away from him. Surely whatever he had in store for her was much more painful than some broken finger nails and scraped knees. She didn't know where he was taking her, but the supposed to be soothing sounds he was making weren't making her feel any better. Harsh sobs left her lips as he dragged her back into the darkness, not a soul around to save her.