I think I've fixed it... Sorry about that mess up; that's what I get when I try and transfer stories into my phone!

So personally I really like how this chapter turned out but I'm preparing for the flames now xD

I needed a reason for Harry to crack and this seemed like a gooden!

Thank you all for all of your lovely reviews and I must say, it makes me so happy that someone likes my story to the extent that they're Google translating it into French; shout out to you my darling!

Anyway I'm babbling!

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Draco seemed calm throughout the lesson, but still remained silent. Hermione saw the daggers that were shot toward him from Harry and hung her head with embarrassment. She hated that she was so weak, she hated that he controlled her so easily, hated that there was nothing she could do about it. There must be something.

After lessons finished they went straight back to the Slytherin dorms where he sat in the middle of the black leather sofa and patted the space next to him. With his mood, Hermione decided it was best to sit down, besides, she didn't want to stand there like a lemon!

"Put your legs over my lap." He said simply.

She frowned, hesitating, but swung her legs round so she was leant agains both him and the arm of the sofa with her legs over his.

"Lean into me Hermione." He was talking about the awkward straightness of her back. She did so, his arm wrapping around her, pulling her closer. Her head rested by his neck and he used the other hand to caress her legs, stroking up and down. She stiffened, not wanting to make a scene, despite her loathing at his touch, yet the pleasure that grew from it.

The usual crowd came and sat on the surrounding sofa's, but Hermione didn't pay attention to what they discussed, to focused on Draco's touch. After a while, the pleasure of the balls and of his caress became too much and she squirmed against him, her body begging for release.

"What's wrong with the Mudblood? Too scared to be in Draco's presence?" Pansy sneered, scowling at her.

The others laughed and Hermione blushed, while anger bubbled inside of her. "Heard Potter wasn't too happy about it all, bastard, I mean how dare he hit Draco on purpose! The nerve that so called 'chosen one' has!" She shrieked.

"Merlin, he hit you? What hurts most, your nose or your reputation?" Zabini laughed.

Draco shot him a deadly look and Hermione was sure that if it wasn't his friend, he would be in big trouble. "Watch your fucking mouth Zabini."

"Oh come on Dray-Dray, he's just having a bit of a laugh. You do look pretty ridiculous, and I'm pretty sure the whole class saw it. You made yourself look pathetic by not fighting back, if it were me, I would've cursed the life out of him!" Pansy went on, as usual, unashamedly speaking her mind.

Draco growled and pushed Hermiones legs off of him, "come." He barked, striding away into their room.

Pansy laughed, "uh oh, looks like your in trouble muddy."

Fury filled Hermione, as she stood, scowling at Pansy, "you purposely annoyed him! Why the fuck-"

"Granger if I were you, I would follow. Now." Zabini interrupted.

He was right, standing up to Pansy mess a waste of time, and Draco would only be more angry for her tardiness. She scowled at Pansy then rushed to follow him, hearing Pansy's laughter pierce through the air.

She hesitated outside the bedroom door, deciding to knock before entering. There was no reply. Slowly turning the handle, she nudged the door open, hoping to silently slip in, but of course, it was useless. Draco was stood facing away from her, looking out the window, with only his shirt and trousers on, hands in pockets.

Closing the door, she heard a click and took a step into the room, "take your tights and your pants off, lift your skirt and bend over the bed."

She paused and turned to look at the door. Draco was still facing away, "the door is locked and I've cast a silencing spell around the room."

"Draco..." She said, cautiously, "please."

He turned on her, silver eyes flashing. "Don't you ever learn to do what you're fucking told?!" He sat on the edge of the bed. "Come here." He said calmly, gesturing to the space beside him.

She walked toward him with shaky legs, her eyes never leaving his. He grabbed her hand, tugging it so she toppled over him; her upper half of her body rested partly on the bed partly on his lap and her legs dangled over the edge. He put one of his legs over hers, holding her immobile. He held one hand between her shoulder blades and presumably the other held his wand which he used to remove her clothing so she was completely naked.

"Draco... Draco please, I didn't do anything!" She pleaded.

He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her hair back so far that she had to look into his eyes, causing her to yelp. "You told Potter to do that didn't you! You think its funny huh? We'll see who's laughing now." He pushed her head back down roughly and she began sobbing.

Suddenly, his hand came down on her ass, causing a surprisingly large amount of pain. Only this time it was different, the balls inside of her jumped forward, she shrieked. "Please Draco, I didn't know I-" he hit her again.

"I haven't spoken to him-" he continued to ignore her, spreading out each slap, spreading out the pain. She tried her best to keep from making a sound, in fear that they somehow could hear but it was useless. He got increasingly harder and her cries became louder. She tried escaping but her attempts were pointless.

"Harry just-" he stopped her speech with an extra hard slap, causing her to scream.

"Don't fucking say his name!" He boomed at her, he continued at that level of power, she had angered him further. "You're mine you hear me. Mine." He lectured. Slap. "Not Weasley's." Slap. "Not Potter's." Slap. "Mine."

"Who's are you?"

"Yours!" She cried.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You!"

He stopped, leaving her sobbing into the mattress. He pushed her off of him so she sat inbetween his legs, and she let out another yelp as her sore backside met with the heels of her feet. He undid his trousers and pulled his cock out of his boxers.

"You know what to do."

She looked up to him with a tear-stained face, "please, don't make me do that not here.

He have her a harsh slap, causing her head to jerk sideways. "Now!"

She failed to seize her crying, her cheek burning, as she grasped onto the base of his cock and began moving up and down.

He groaned, "more."

She choaked back a sob, "please Draco, no mo-" he back handed her on the same side of her face and she felt a warm metallic liquid spill over her tongue. Hermiome gagged but Draco grabbed her hair and forced her mouth around his cock, guiding her in and out. He began to thrust slightly at the same time and she struggled to keep her throat relaxed, knowing it was the best thing to do.

When he finally came she swallowed his cum, not having much choice in the matter. Once she had finished, he released her hair alloweing for her to pull back.

He looked down on her with cold eyes and she averted her gaze her breathing ragged, "who do you belong to?"

She tried sucking in another breath, only to find it had been shredded into pieces, leaving a constant shake.

He grabbbed onto the chain, sharply pulling it down.

"Ahhh no please, please, STOP!"

"Who do you fucking belong to?" He released it.

She could only manage a whisper. "You."