A/N: It's not even funny how much of this I don't own :)

Chapter title and song lyrics belong to Korn Make Me Bad.

Yay for 11 hour work days! Money, Holla!

And also I was bored and decided to switch up my thank you's again so here they are at the beginning again. I'm out of control and really hyper right now so I apologize :)

ExTaCy: *Blushes and shuffle foot awkwardly* Thanks.

ASJS: You are hilarious. I laugh every time I read one of your reviews. Thanks for the consistency :)

MsApricot: Thank you! I don't do too much. I've dabbled in play writing a little bit but I have trouble coming up with totally original ideas so my own material lacks a bit. I'd really like to write a book one day but until a good idea comes to me I'll have to settle for taking other people characters and making them my own! But thank you that was very flattering.

"I thought it would be fun and games,

Instead, it's all the same.

I want something to do,
Need to feel the sickness in you"

Harry, Ron, and Neville were starting to notice a pattern. This was quite possibly the third or fourth time Hermione managed to be late to breakfast within the first week. They began to worry.

"It's just not like her to be late for anything!" Harry thought aloud to his two friends. "I know it's just breakfast but this is not normal. We aren't even far enough into the term for her to have the excuse of homework or classes."

"Maybe she's just trying to get ahead. Allergic to fun, that one." quipped Ron, not really believing his own words. Neville couldn't decide whether or not he should tell them about Hermione's concerns with Malfoy. All he knew was she was getting suspicious, but he couldn't help but feel like there was something amiss. Something she was choosing not to divulge. Finally he settled to hold out until he could figure out whatever it was she was hiding.

"Do either of you know where the head dorm is?" asked Neville.

Harry and Ron both shook their heads. Breakfast came and went without Hermione. Unfortunately for them they weren't able to dwell on it, as their attention for the rest of the afternoon would be on Quidditch practice.

"Come on Harry, we can ask McGonagall for the dorm location after practice. She's probably just holed up in her room doing homework. Leave it to Hermione to find homework more important than food. Especially on a Saturday." said Ron, heading towards the doors of the castle.

The boys left the castle and crossed the grounds towards the Quidditch pitch, thoughts of Hermione still in their minds.

In a matter of an hour, Draco managed to tear apart his whole room. He threw things on the ground, flipped furniture, and left it looking somewhat like a tornado had hit. He couldn't get her taste off his mouth, or her image off his brain. He was disgusted with himself. Disgusted that he wasn't disgusted.

In fact, he wanted nothing more than to march right back into her room and finish what he started. He had no bloody clue where to go from here.

Suddenly, he let his feet guide him. They led him right back to the threshold of Hermione's room. The door was still open from when he fled, and she didn't appear to have moved. Her head lay nestled in her arms and he heard a faint sniffling noise. He didn't know why but this angered him.

"Get up you filthy mudblood." he spat.

Her head jerked up, her eyes still filled with moisture. Very quickly she stood. He took in her sight with some lingering guilt. But only a small amount. Mostly he battled his inner demons, deciding how to handle the situation. He stepped just inside the room to the place her wand lay, still from where she dropped it. He let his foot fall upon it.

'That will teach her not to get any ideas.' he thought gleefully.

On her neck was the nasty looking mark of burning flesh, shaped like the tip of a wand. It looked red and angry against the pale skin of her throat. The arms of her oversized sweater had fallen down and off her shoulders during the struggle and he felt his insides jump with excitement at the bare skin now visible. When she spoke, she spoke slowly and venomously.

"Get out Malfoy. Get out, get out, GET OUT." she yelled, her throat cracking. Her whole body shook with a mix of her anger and fear. He failed to see which was more prominent.

"Feeling dramatic today are we mudblood?" he asked with laughter.

"You violated me Malfoy! I'm not being over dramatic. Over dramatic is what I want to do to you right now. Over dramatic is what I will be when I get a hold of my wand." she sneered, her voice still low and dangerous. A surge of exhilaration coursed through him as he took a few steps towards her, her wand (thankfully) still untouched. Her shaking worsened and she pressed her sore back against the stone wall to create as much distance between them as possible.

"Stop right there Malfoy or I swear to Merlin."

He saw through her brave front and closed the distance between them. Surprised even by his own daring her reached up for her face and touched her lips. She turned her head and hissed attempting to remove herself from his cold fingers. Suddenly he grabbed for her chin and squeezed, bringing her head back to face him with one quick and painful motion. His other hand continued to feel the soft flesh of her mouth, almost as if he was studying her. She had a large split in the bottom of her lip from his teeth. Her eyes were full of fury like he'd never seen before. He matched her gaze without wavering as he spoke.

"Trust me. If I violate you, you'll know it."

His cruel voice seemed to echo in her ears as his hand left her lips and trailed down her neck, over the skin at the top of her chest, and towards her breasts. Her eyes were filled with genuine terror in that moment as she realized what he was insinuating. Before his hands could finish their ascent she reared her head back and snapped it forward, their skulls connecting with a sickening crack.

Malfoy stumbled backward and let go of his grip on her. She lunged past him in his confusion, holding her own head with one hand and diving for her wand with the other. He beat her to it.

"Petrificus Totalus" he cried, his spell hitting her square in the back before she could bend to retrieve her wand. Her limbs froze all at once and she fell to the ground with a thud. Smirking, he approached her frozen form and turned her over. Her eyes were the only thing moving and they looked the most fearful he had ever seen them. He couldn't explain why it felt so good. Raising his wand to her face, he smirked. Suddenly her head regained mobility, while the rest of her body did not.

"How did you do that?" she asked, confused when he said nothing.

"Oh mudblood I still have so much to teach you!" he said with mock excitement. She simply glared in return. Suddenly her face fell as the truth hit her.

"Wandless magic." she said. It wasn't a question.

"There's that brilliance everyone is always talking about! I knew you weren't completely daft." he exclaimed. She shot him daggers. She tried so hard in vain to unfreeze her own body. Her efforts proved futile as only her head remained mobile.

"Now, where were we?" he asked as he placed his hands on either side of her face. She wriggled her head around as much as she could manage. It was no use. He ran his fingers through her hair, fanning the wild mane out around her head while she continued her struggle.

Malfoy let his eyes roam up and down the length of her body, relishing in tormenting her. She upped the efforts to free her body, trying and praying to Godric that she too could perform wandless magic.

"Malfoy what on earth has gotten into you this year?" she asked, starting to get more exasperated than fearful.

"One could say I'm starting to see things a little differently. I used to think you were totally useless and filthy." he noticed her glance turn curious. "Now, mudblood don't get ahead of yourself, I still think you're filthy. But not useless. Imagine my delight when I realized that I could turn this little living arrangement into quite the good time. Just because you are unworthy of your magic doesn't mean the... other parts of you, are a waste."

"Then why did you run away so quick ferret? Nice try Malfoy but I'm not buying it. You're trying to scare me and it isn't going to work!" she spat defiantly. He simply smirked.

"Are you willing to test that theory Granger?" he challenged. "I admit I was a tad freaked out at first. After all, could you blame me?" he asked with a maliciously false innocence. "I wasn't sure I wanted to go where Potty and the Weasel have probably been before."

Hermione never had a greater urge to hit him but her efforts were still fruitless.

"You're disgusting ferret! I've never... done that, with Harry or Ron!" she said defiantly.

"No?" he snickered. "Who then? Krum? McLaggen? Longbottom?" Suddenly, his eyes held a particularly evil glint. "Don't tell me!" he yelled gleefully. "Our little Gryffindor princess has never been bedded before?"

Hermione looked positively murderous.

"This is none of your business Malfoy, unfreeze me now!" she demanded.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle." he taunted. Fear began to creep into her eyes in place of her rage. He laughed like a maniac.

"I'm serious, Unfreeze me and I swear I'll forget all about your little lapse in judgment."

"Trying to bargain now? There there mudblood, just because no one wanted to try and get in your buck-toothed-bushy-haired-know-it-all-knickers doesn't mean you'll be bad!" he was simply trying to get her goat, but the more he talked the better his taunts sounded. The joy in his eyes was quickly being replaced with desire.

"Malfoy!" she begged, anger completely gone now. In its place was pure unbridled worry.

He simply sneered and leaned over her. He brought his hands to her shoulders, giving into his urge to touch her exposed skin. He let his hands trail down slowly, hooking under the shoulders of her sweater and bringing it down the rest of the way. As the sweater was finally discarded she began to tremble.; His mind flashed to a different kind of tremble he wanted to inspire. Her eyes were filling with moisture again. He stroked the length of her arms, making her shiver as they made there way down. When they reached her hands he moved them to her waist and slid them under her. The fear now froze her in equal measure to the spell still upon her.

Without warning, he lifted her up to a sitting position and made for her neck. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, praying for it to be over quickly. He nuzzled into her neck at first, but she felt surprise and relief when his mouth made no motion to attach to her flesh. Instead, he moved toward her ear and whispered to her.

"Don't worry mudblood. This isn't the time. But make no mistake. If you tell a single soul about this, you will live to regret it. I may decided to take revenge on someone unsuspecting. Perhaps that girl-weasel would fancy a go. Maybe that crazy Lovegood. Not to mention the things I could bring upon your two boyfriends. Until next time mudblood." quickly, he grabbed her chin and turned her, bringing his lips upon her before his words could register. He sucked painfully at the split in her lower lip and invaded her mouth with his tongue. His mouth filled with the now familiar mix of copper and vanilla as the tear in her lip reopened. He tasted a faint salt taste and realized she was crying.

Dropping her back to the floor, he rose.

"Mark my words. This isn't over."

And with that, he was gone.

Hermione lay frozen on her floor for over an hour. Her head was still technically mobile, though she refused to make a move. Finally she felt the spell lift, but still she did not move. She had no tears left. No will to move. No hope.

In less than a week of school she'd managed to be in more trouble than she ever thought. Now on top of worrying about her best friends sanity and the Carrow siblings, she had to look over her shoulders constantly for Malfoy. Part of her brain hoped he was still just drawing things out, trying to scare her. That same part was the part that reminded her daily of the old and cowardly Malfoy she preferred. She much preferred him to this new predatory Malfoy, of that she was sure.

After what felt like an eternity, she sat up. She took a mental check of her person as a fresh wave of pain coursed through entire being. Her throat felt scratchy and bone dry as she gulped in a breath. The seared flesh on her neck sent sharp blasts of pain through her and the cut on her lip continued to bleed. Her entire body felt tired and sore.

For what felt like the millionth time, she dragged herself in front of a mirror to visit the new person who seemed to be there. As she approached the mirror on her closet she sighed deeply . This time she wasn't as surprised as before. She'd come to expect the dark circles under her eyes, and she'd counted on her skin to look lifeless and pale. Having just been in the same position earlier in the bathroom, she couldn't make herself feel surprised. Her lips were bruised and bloody and her hair was more wild than ever. She turned away and lifted her shirt as she glanced backwards into her reflection. Just as she expected, she had another bruise to add to the collection.

'Fantastic' she thought bitterly.

Her eyes felt heavy. She had no idea where to go or what to do. She felt the need to run to her friends, but she knew what that would mean . She couldn't possibly. Instead she decided to do the only thing she could. She slumped over to her bed and fell upon it, curling into a ball as she stare at the wall. No tears would come. There was only a deafening silence, her thoughts the only thing making any noise. They beat loudly in her ear drums as she willed herself to forget. But she could not.

"I feel the reason as it's leaving me

No, not again.

It's quite deceiving as I'm feeling
The flesh make me bad."

I can NOT believe it took me this long to watch "A Very Potter Musical" I've never laughed so hard. Not good, I didn't need another thing to obsess over (Though I suppose it's really just an extension of my already indulged Potter obsession. ) I can't decide if I liked Draco, Goyle, or Cedric more haha.

Anyways, sorry this chappy took so long to make its way to you, I'll try to be better! Love you guys, and as always, I also love reviews! I've been feeling rather blue lately for no real reason other than the direction my life is headed. Reviews would make me feel at least a bit better :)

Until next time! (I'm trying so hard to be quicker but I've picked up a lot of extra work this week. I suppose that's good I'm over 60 hours!)

XOXO