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I completely forgot to put this warning here that the last scene can be classified as non-consensual. If you are easily bothered by this, I suggest skipping it.

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Hermione watched as he spoke, Greengrass next to him, listening so intently as if he were saying something so profound. Hermione rolled her eyes, bringing her food up to her mouth and chewing in annoyance. Merlin, she hated him. How was it fair that he could torture her and make her life hell for weeks on end, and then, suddenly out of nowhere, decide that he's just going to go and live his life? As if nothing had ever happened!

Yesterday, when Ginny had told her to be relieved, she was. She was more than relieved that Malfoy seemed to be going about his business. However, she soon found herself angry. His words, as much as she hated to admit it, had a lasting effect on her. The word 'temporary' was a constant fixture in her mind, rearing its ugly head every time Blaise popped into her thoughts.

Hermione acknowledged that she didn't have much right to be upset about such a word. It was true, after all. Like she had told Ginny, she and Blaise were temporary. They wouldn't, couldn't, last, and some small part of her noted that this fact made her sad. Ginny had been right. Hermione wasn't a casual kind of girl, and what she and Blaise had was far from casual. She really did like him. That was proven when he had pulled away from her a while ago, leaving her to wonder was that the end.

Still, despite all of this, it gave Malfoy no right to speak to her, and of her, in such a manner. So she was brought back to her original question. How was it fair that Malfoy's words still cut deep within her, but he got to act like he had never said them at all? There he was, shamelessly flirting with Greengrass, while she was constantly worrying about her standing with Blaise.

She almost regretted ever telling Blaise to try and reconcile with Malfoy. Almost. She wasn't that type of person, the type to break up a friendship.

She clenched her jaw, looking away in disgust as Greengrass reached up and ran her fingers through Malfoy's pale locks. Hermione could never, and would never, understand why the girls at this school seemed to worship the very ground that Malfoy walked on. He was a vile and cruel man, just like his father, but somehow all of that flew out of the window when one had a pretty face and a hefty bank account.

She'd seen the evidence with Mr. Malfoy as well. Hermione had watched as many girls fawned over the older Malfoy as if he wasn't a married, racist, haughty pureblood extraordinaire who was old enough to be their father. She'd heard girls talk about both of the Malfoy men in such a manner that made Hermione ashamed to be an adolescent female.

The Malfoys were a good looking bunch, yes, but did that really make their behavior so inexcusable? Sure, Malfoy had an excellent bone structure that would put any models, male and female, to shame. He did have nice lips, she supposed, pink and shapely, something that many girls admired. His fair hair and equally light eyes did give him an otherworldly appearance, his fair skin only adding to the effect. She understood the appeal now, really, she did, but was she honestly the only girl left who valued personality?

Then again, maybe it was easy for her to say such a thing because Blaise had it all. He had the personality and the looks. Not only was he incredibly caring, but he could be incredibly aggressive and assertive when the time came. In addition, Blaise was a tall, dark, and handsome guy. His brown skin and brown eyes made him look like an earth toned angel. His pearly whites always contrasted nicely whenever he smiled, more teeth showing once he knew the effect said smile had on her, making him look incredibly boyish.

Hermione smiled to herself as she recalled many girls fawning over Blaise just as much as Malfoy. She couldn't help but feel proud, end even a little smug, that he was with her. Blaise was with her, and that always stomped out any jealousy she may have felt as she watched them undress him with their eyes.

She suddenly glanced to the right of Malfoy and caught Blaise staring at her. She smiled at him, any thoughts of Malfoy now gone. He returned her smile with a knowing one of his own and Hermione flushed, recalling their conversation from this morning…

"Why can't you just tell me now? You know I hate surprises," Hermione mumbled against his lips.

She felt Blaise smirk into the kiss and she let out a laugh as his fingers came up to dance along her ribs.

"…because, silly rabbit, it would no longer be a surprise. Right?"

Hermione lightly sighed, pulling away and leaning against the wall. They were in a secluded corner of a deserted corridor, taking some time before they had to go to potions. She glanced at her watch, bending down to pick up her forgotten school bag.

"Eight o'clock," she questioned again, straightening up.

"Eight o'clock," Blaise confirmed, grabbing her hands and pulling her closer.

She suddenly leaned in, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, her tongue trespassing past his lips to entangle with his. Blaise moaned into the kiss, taken back by her boldness and he wrapped his arm around her waist before pulling away. He bit his lip as he looked at her from beneath his lashes.

"You don't play fair, Ms. Granger," he huskily said, chuckling.

"I never vowed to," she purred.

"If you think that kissing me like that is going to make me tell you the surprise…," he trailed off, raking his eyes over her.

He pushed her against the wall, trapping her with one hand on either side of her head.

"…then you really are the Brightest Witch of this Age."

Hermione grinned, reaching out to pull him closer, but he pulled away.

"However, my resolve is steadfast," he said.

"Dang it," Hermione swore, stomping her foot like a child.

"You can't just be patient like a normal person?"

"…no."

Blaise chuckled, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

"By the way, I would really appreciate if you wore that little green number I bought for you," he murmured against her skin.

She pulled away, looking over her shoulder at him.

"I'm not sure you deserve that. You've been so mean to me, after all…"

Blaise pressed his chest to her back, reaching up and rubbing her shoulders, lips pressing to the side of her neck as he did so.

"I'll make it up to you…"

Hermione exhaled, walking away from him.

"We'll see," she called over her shoulder.

"I take it that you're seeing him tonight?"

Hermione was pulled from the memory by the sound of Ginny's quiet voice in her ear. She glanced over, noticing Ron and Harry locked into a discussion with Dean and Seamus, Lavender hanging on Ron's arm. She turned back to face Ginny, a smile on her face.

"Yeah, he says that he has a surprise…"

"See, he's trying to make up for having been so distant," Ginny assured.

"I know, I just… I'm not fond of surprises, Gin," Hermione nervously replied.

"Has he ever given you reason to worry before?"

"No, I suppose not. Plus, it's not like we haven't tried new stuff before…," Hermione trailed off.

Ginny gasped.

"Hermione, you minx," Ginny joked, playfully hitting the other girl.

Hermione flushed, looking away. Ginny gazed at her.

"You know what? Whoever this guy is…he's good for you. Despite the best friend drama, I can see that he makes you happy. I'm rooting for you two kids," Ginny seriously said.

"Ginny, please… Don't- don't say things like that. It makes me think that we could actually have a future…"

"I'm sorry. You're right… I shouldn't say things like that."

Hermione glanced up, unexpectedly catching Malfoy's eye as he emotionlessly gazed back. She looked down at her food, unable to hold his unwavering gaze, something swirling within his eyes that unnerved her.

Hermione watched in curiosity as the younger student handed Snape the small piece of parchment and exited the classroom. Snape seemed to scan over its contents before his eyes rose to briefly glance at her partner then slid over to her. Her curiosity rose when he loudly cleared his throat, disposing of the slip of paper.

"Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley…it would seem that Mr. Potter has landed himself in the infirmary somehow…," he began.

Hermione's eyes widened as she straightened up in her seat, her eyes connecting with Ron's equally worried ones down below.

"I'm excusing you for the rest of the class period…"

Hermione didn't hear the rest of what he said, immediately grabbing her bag and hightailing it out of class, Ron right on her heels. If Snape was letting them leave class to go and see Harry, then…

"It must be serious," Ron said, voicing her thoughts.

Hermione's swallowed, throat incredibly dry all of a sudden as her heart pounded in her chest.

"What do you think happened?"

Hermione shook her head.

"I…I don't know. I don't know, Ron…"

They made it to the infirmary in record time and wasted no time rushing inside. The first thing she noticed was Ginny beside his bed, helping him lean his head up to drink some water. Once Ginny moved out of the way to set it back on the nightstand, Hermione gasped. Ron sharply inhaled, and Ginny turned to face them, surprised. Her surprised melted away and her shoulders sagged in relief.

She stood up.

"Thank Merlin. You're here…"

Hermione rushed over, eyes raking over Harry. Harry noticed the worry and distress dancing over her face.

"It looks worse than what it is…"

"Bullocks," Hermione exclaimed, surprising everyone in the room with her foul language.

The entire right side of Harry's face was swollen, his bottom lip not faring much better. His glasses were on the bedside table, so Hermione could clearly see the nasty cut going across his nose. The rest of his body was covered up, minus the arms and Hermione noticed his bruised knuckles. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, not even wanting to imagine what the rest of him looked like.

To put it nicely, Harry looked like hell. She could tell that just breathing pained him.

"When did this happen, Harry?"

There was an awkward silence as Ginny rubbed her arm, looking down. She felt Ron's hand on her shoulder.

"Hermione, don't…"

They all knew where she was going because they all knew of Harry's genius little plan, and Hermione shook Ron's hand off. She held eye contact with Harry, staring him down, waiting for his answer.

"Last night," he sighed, conceding.

Hermione exhaled, anger rising as she recalled Malfoy's threatening words that day outside of the school.

"I knew it," she whispered.

"Hermione, I knew what I was getting myself into," Harry said.

"So that makes it right? Absolutely not! I've had enough of that spoiled brat who thinks that he can just go around doing whatever he wants, saying whatever he wants!"

"Hermione, calm down-."

"No, Ron! No, I will not calm down," she said, turning to face him.

She suddenly blinked, shaking her head before marching out of the infirmary.

"Hermione! Where are you going?"

She ignored Ron's voice, making her way back to Snape's class and paused as they were just being dismissed. She exhaled, eyes narrowing as his tall figure made its way out of the door. She could hear Ron's fast approaching footsteps and she hurried over to her blond classmate, shoving against him. Her actions took him by surprise and his back slammed against the wall, the loud sound drawing attention.

He looked down at her, jaw clenched and eyes blazing, assessing her like she was a bug.

"I know it was you!"

He scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"I have no idea as to what you are referring to," he replied.

"Don't play dumb with me, Malfoy. I'm no idiot. I know it was you. I know what you did," she exclaimed.

He rolled his eyes, pushing away from the wall and moving to walk past her. She swallowed, eyes watering in anger.

"…and I'm not just talking about Harry."

She watched as he stiffened, seeming to grow taller as he straightened up before slowly turning around to face her. He tilted his head to the side, nostrils flaring as he slowly approached.

"What did you just say?"

Hermione swallowed, refusing to take a step back.

"You heard me…"

"No, I don't think that I did," he said, teeth clenched.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about-."

She gasped as he hurried towards her, backing her up against the wall. She heard Ron make a sound of protest behind him. Malfoy's upper lip curled over his teeth and he raked his eyes over her, a slow smirk making its way onto his lips. His tongue darted out to wet said lips and Hermione found her eyes unconsciously following the action. He pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth…

"Remember what I said about people who play with snakes…?"

Hermione held his gaze, heaving chest grazing his.

"Watch your back, Granger…," he purred.

His smirk grew.

"…cause I have a feeling that very soon, you're going to get bit."

He backed up, turning around and shoving past Ron as he left.

Hermione flushed as Blaise raked his eyes over her, obviously very appreciative at the moment. She grinned as he let out a pleased sigh.

"You wore it…"

"I did say that we would see. That wasn't a 'no'," she replied.

He slowly walked towards her, school shirt pulled from inside of his pants, the first three buttons undone.

"No, it wasn't, but with you…I never know," he said, smirk fully in place.

"That's part of the appeal, right?"

"Yes, mam, it is," he purred, placing his knees onto the bed and approaching her.

She chuckled as he pulled his school tie from around his neck.

"I told you-."

"You did tell me. I believed you…"

"Do you remember the last time we used this?"

Hermione chuckled again, recalling the memory, face heating up.

"How on earth can you possibly still get embarrassed after everything we've done?"

She playfully glared up at him and he smiled, leaning down to kiss her.

"You know how much I care about you…," he began, pulling away.

"I know," she said with a nod, looking up at him.

His eyebrows furrowed and he swallowed. She reached up, placing her hand on his cheek.

"…and you know that…that I would never do anything that I didn't think you'd like or- or feel comfortable with…"

"Blaise, I know," she repeated, shaking her head at him.

"Right," he chuckled.

He reached up, placing his black tie over her eyes and reaching around to secure it. Hermione welcomed that uneasy, yet exciting feeling that she got whenever they did this. She heard his feet touch the floor and her head snapped in that direction. He chuckled, no doubt watching her watch him and she giggled in response.

"What are you doing, Mr. Zabini?"

Her ears tried to keep up with his movements and her head turned, trying to listen.

"Enjoying myself…"

"I think you're enjoying yourself a little too much. Come join me, you tease," she joked, patting the bed.

He let out another chuckle and she turned her head to the side as he joined her, his lips connecting with her jaw. She hummed, reaching up to trail her nails up his neck, knowing how sensitive the skin was. She felt him shudder and she smiled.

He covered her lips with his own, swallowing said smile and she moaned into his lips, clasping her hands together behind his neck. She ran her hands down his chest, moving to unbutton his shirt, when his hands clasped around her own.

"Not yet," he huskily whispered against her lips.

"You are enjoying yourself a little too much…"

He snickered, pulling away from her and backing up. She grinned, following the sound of his movements and crawled towards him. He chuckled again and she stopped when her hand connected with his. She intertwined their fingers and brought his hand up to her lips, turning it over and placing a tender kiss into the palm.

She ran her hand up his arms, fingers dancing as she went, and she reached up again this time, moving to undo his shirt. He let her. She unbuttoned the first button, leaning down and placing a kiss on the exposed chest. She did this for each button that came loose and she took great pleasure in the slight tremble that wracked his frame.

She brushed her hands along his shoulders and down his arm, pushing his shirt off as she went. She leaned in to kiss him, but his index finger came up to press against her lips instead. He ran it along her bottom lip and Hermione parted them, gasping as he eased it in. The rest of his fingers pressed against one side of her jaw while the thumb pressed against the other.

He began to push her head back and Hermione let him, back connecting with the mattress. Her hair fanned around her and her chest heaved as he hovered over her frame. He pulled his hand away, fingers dancing down the expanse of her stomach and to her thighs. Her heart sped up in anticipation as his fingers hooked into the sides of her underwear.

He seemed to be taking his time, running his hands down her legs, squeezing her thighs. She shuddered when he ran his fingers over her, slightly easing them in before retreating.

She raised her face towards the ceiling and gasped when his lips suddenly connected with her. She let out a soft moan as her toes curled and she reached down to place her hands onto his head when his hands came up to clasp hers, pinning them onto the mattress next to her hips.

"Blaise," she moaned, trying to loosen his grip on her hands.

He wouldn't budge.

Hermione gasped for breath as he nipped and sucked, his tongue making her forget all about her awful day. She sucked in a breath between her teeth when he turned his head to the side and sunk his teeth into the skin of her thigh, the slight pain combining with the pleasure.

"Oh!"

He returned back to the task at hand and Hermione's back arched as he sucked, her ears ringing from the rush, hearing going in and out as she panted. Hermione normally would have said something smart, but she was too preoccupied with his hands which were currently ripping her skirt down the middle.

She grazed her fingers along his arms as her shirt fared no better and Hermione soon found her legs wrapped around his waist. She wanted to touch him, but his hands had her wrists pinned down into the mattress. She squirmed beneath him, the head of him grazing her thigh and he chuckled, a bit huskier sound than usual.

She let out an uncharacteristically loud moan, and she hissed as he began to move within her. She felt like she was being stretched more than usual and Hermione desperately wanted to touch him. He leaned down, grazing his teeth along her exposed chest and Hermione gasped as he pushed his knees forward, forcing her legs back.

"Blaise," she moaned as he slowed his pace, eyes almost rolling.

He allowed one hand free, and she dug her nails into his back as he thrusts continued. He wrapped his free arm around her back, pulling them up so that she was sitting on his lap. His fingers dug into her hip and his other hand came up to loosen the tie around her eyes. She reached her hand up, tangling it in his hair and that was when she paused.

The tie fell from around her eyes and her mouth parted, eyes widening as she took in the silver eyes of Draco Malfoy. Her heart rate tripled as she realized that she was not imagining things. She went numb, unsure of what to feel as she stared at the boy she hated while he was inside her, his arm around her waist.

Malfoy gazed back, eyes raking over her face as he ran his hand through her hair. Hermione felt an anger like no other building up inside of her, but it dissipated as soon as his lips covered hers. She was kissing Malfoy. Malfoy was kissing her. That was all that she could think about as her nails dug into his shoulders. Never mind the fact that he was currently bringing her to the brink of completion.

She leaned away, starting to pull away as his lips trailed down her neck, when a second pair of hands on her back stopped her. She jumped, but relaxed when the familiar hands rested on her shoulder.

"It's okay," he soothed, lips closing over the skin of her neck.

No, it's not okay, was what Hermione wanted to say, but Malfoy had picked up his pace, and Hermione's eyes began to roll towards the ceiling. She did her best to quiet her moans, but it was futile. They both heard her and soon she felt herself being pushed over the edge, made all the more sweeter as Blaise pulled her head back, teeth nipping at her neck.

Blaise pulled her head back further, his lips capturing hers in a kiss as Malfoy trailed his own down her stomach.

Hermione's anger had long been forgotten about as they became a mess of tangled limbs. Everything became a blur of pleasure: Blaise's tongue on her stomach, Malfoy's fingers digging into her hips, her legs wrapped around Blaise's waist, fingers tangled in Malfoy's hair.

She let out a particularly loud moan as Blaise's teeth sunk into her right thigh, Malfoy's teeth grazing the other. Through the haze of pleasure, Hermione noted that this wasn't right. A voice kept telling her that this wasn't right at all, but she kept pushing the voice to the back of her mind, especially now when Blaise eased his fingers inside of her.

One hand gripped Blaise's and the other Malfoy's as they both simultaneously pushed her over the edge…

Hermione suddenly sat up, dazed and confused as she pushed her hair out of her face. She groaned, raking her hand down her face as she forced her eyes fully open and glanced around the room. Clothes were strew everywhere and she sighed, going to lay back down when her memory came back, full force.

Her eyes landed on a toned pale back accompanied with equally pale hair, and Hermione's jaw clenched. She turned to her right, eyes narrowing at the back of Blaise's head. That anger that she had kept pushing down was back with a vengeance and Hermione clutched the sheet tighter to her chest as her vision blurred, humiliation and rage filling her like no other.

She bit her lip, throwing the sheet off of her and grabbing Blaise's shirt and what looked like Malfoy's pants, throwing them on. She hurriedly grabbed her bag, holding back a sob as she left the room, making sure to slam the door on the way out.

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