Sorry this is so late guys! I have been bombarded with, literally, piles of homework. It is unreal! I attempted to make this as long as I could without boring you guys, especially with the minimum of free time I have. Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter my lovelies!

Chapter 13

Hermione awoke the next morning to find herself alone. She felt like crying.

"I knew it . . ." she whispered with a small and bitter laugh. Hermione lay back down, covering her eyes with her arm. Her lips began to tremble but she forced herself to control it.

"What the hell was I expecting anyway?" She said lightly to no one.

After a few minutes of staring at the roof, Hermione got out of bed and went for a shower.

"Just act like it never happened . . ." She said and she began her usual daily routine . . . just like nothing happened.

- B. R. E. A. K. -

"But I gave you all the evidence you needed!" Hermione exclaimed to the head of The Ministry.

As soon as she had finished eating her breakfast, Hermione suddenly remembered that she had an important errand to do and quickly apparated to the Ministry Of Magic.

"Ms. Granger, need I remind you of whom you are speaking to?" Said a stern Shacklebolt(1) which caused her to become silent.

'Persistant little brat' she heard him think and if she looked close enough, she could make out a small faint sneer on the corner of his mouth.

'Rude' Hermione thought with a tut.

Sighting, the minister thought for a second before replying.

"If, and it's a strong if," he began, pointing his finger, "Mr. Malfoy is able to prove that he, himself, had played no role in siding with the Dark Lord willingly, then I will put his innocence into discussion"

Hermione face lit up as she became ecstatic and the news.

"Oh, thank you. Than-"

"However," he interrupted her with an authoritative tone and expression, "If he fails to provide any evidence whatsoever, he shall join his father . . . in Azkaban"

Hermione's whole body froze.

This wasn't what she expected. She knew there would be some kind of bargaining but to risk Draco's freedom? She couldn't decide if she could go through with it.

The minister had noticed her troubled expression and said, "Why don't you go home and think about it? We will send an owl to receive your answer"

With a small nod, Hermione apparated back to her home.

- B. R. E. A. K. -

Hermione paced around her room, biting her thumbnail. Her mind was in conflict.

She sighed to herself and as she massaged her temples.

She lay down on her sofa and closed her eyes.

When she felt herself drifting off, a loud knock was heard on her door

"So troublesome . . ." She muttered as she got up to answer it.

Opening the door, she came face to face with a red faced Weasley.

"Hey 'Mione" he said, letting himself in,

'Come in, Ron. Make yourself at home' Hermione thought sarcastically.

"I really can't talk right n-"

"Did you think about what I said?" He asked, scratching the back of his head,

Hermione looked at him in confusion, trying to remember.

"You know . . . Going out? . . . With me?" Said Ron, slightly upset,

"Oh . . . Oh! Yes!" She yelled. She grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the door,

"I'm still thinking about . . . Uh . . . The offer but at the moment, I'm bu-"

Hermione was cut off as she felt two wet lips connect with hers. The so-called kiss was sloppy and she was thankful when it ended. Without another word, Ron left the building.

Hermione suddenly felt uneasy and she didn't know why. Her eyes scanned the room and she shrugged when she couldn't see anything.

She turned to walk into the kitchen when a hand covered her mouth,

"Amazing boyfriend you got there" Stated a low, all too familiar and mocking voice, "That kiss looked very . . . oh what's the word . . . Disgusting."

That hand did nothing but muffle her scream as she tried to remove it.

"Now, now," hushed Draco with an evil grin, "You don't want to disturb your neighbours"

'Malfoy, let me go' she ordered internally but he ignored it,

"You know, I can't forget about last night," he whispered huskily in her ear, licking the outer shell, "For a Mudblood, you were surprisingly good"

Before Hermione could reply, she found herself thrown over the edge of the dining table. Trying to fight back, she found that her arms were bound behind her.

"Stop" her voice was filled with anger as she tried to scramble away. She suddenly felt like a weight was on her back as she struggled to lift up her body.

"What do you think? I learned some new spells in my free time," Draco bragged, lifting up the skirt she had decided to put on.

"Draco," said Hermione in a warning tone, "Let's talk about this. Don't do anything rash."

His low chuckle was all the reply she received and she felt a harsh slap against her bare skin, causing her to wince at the sting.

"Rash? Baby, please" he said with a smirk as he bent towards he face, "You want this as much as I do."

Hermione felt him press the bulge of his trousers against her sex in an attempt to prove his point.

She swallowed, trying to rid of the small moan that rose within her throat.

She heard a loud rip and knew immediately what it was.

"Stop fucking tearing my goddamn underwear!" She shouted as she turned her head and saw what was left of the undergarment in his hand.

"I'll buy you some new . . ." He paused a little as he eyed the little girl panties, "Sexier underwear"

"Don't judge me, they're comfortab-" she broke off her sentence, realising what she was saying, "That's not the point! Will you stop this already?!"

Draco looked at her with sneer before running his finger against her nub.

"'Stop this' she says," he mocked, spreading open her entrance with his thumbs, "Yet look at how wet she is . . . You're enjoying this . . . Pervert"

Hermione released a gasp of disbelief, "Oh, please. How can I possible b-"

She was silenced as a finger was shoved into her mouth.

"Why don't you taste yourself before telling me I'm lying?" Patronized Draco, massaging her tongue with his finger"

He hissed as she bit down on the digit. He gripped her hair and pushed her head against the table.

Hermione gasped in pain and grit her teeth as she felt him fill her in one thrust.

"Your punishment: No preparation." He stated as he pulled out but fully sheathed himself again harshly.

This rhythm continued until Draco felt her twitch against him.

"Really, Granger? Turned on by pain?" He said with a raised eyebrow.

Without hearing her reply, he gripped her hips and slammed into her. Her body jolting on the table as he fucked her roughly. As much as she controlled her moans, Hermione couldn't restrain them anymore.

"Ah! D-Draco, please!"

"What?" He panted and groaned as he felt her tighten around him,

"I-I" she began breathlessly, "I know h-how you can . . . Ahn! . . . Can get b-back into H-Hogsmeade"

When she felt like she was on the edge, all motion stopped. Hermione felt frustrated. She felt her body being turned around so that her back was against the table.

"Granger, you really need to work on your timings on when to say things" stated Draco as gripped her thighs and forcibly pushed himself inside of her again, "How?"

Hermione's reply was cut off as she felt him harshly grab her aching breasts.

"How?" He repeated as the rhythm continued,

"Y-You hav- Draco!" Hermione loudly moaned as an erect nipple was pinched through her clothing.

The speed of his thrusts increased, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing around the room.

"How?!" He said louder,

"Prove. Your. Innocence" Hermione said each word with each rough thrust. She clenched around him, her body stilling as she came apart underneath him.

He paused, watching her and waiting as she came beautifully.

Relaxing, her body spasms died down.

"Don't get too comfy, we're not finished yet"

- B. R. E. A. K. -

Hermione awoke with a sense of Deja Vu. She sat up and realised that she was in her bed. A throbbing soreness brought back the memories of what she had just done.

"Stupid ferret . . . Overdoing everything" she muttered as slowly got out of bed, "And there goes my hope of it being a dream . . ."

Putting on her nightgown, she walked into the living room. She wasn't really expecting to see Malfoy but what she saw instead was a black box on the table.

She squinted at it suspiciously before looking around the room. When she found nothing, Hermione slowly untied the ribbon at the top. As the silk strip fell away, she carefully opened the box. Peeking inside as she did so.

She gave an impatient sigh as she held up the offensive piece of clothing.

"He's such an idiot . . ." She mumbled as she tried not to smile,

In her hands, she held a silky green thong.

And stitched onto the front of the fabric was the description 'Property of DM'

(1) I didn't know which minister to use and everybody seemed to use this guy so . . .

I KNOW I PROMISED AT LEAST 10000 BUT I'M SORRY! I will try to write at least 2000 words on every chapter though!

Forgive me, I have minimal time now that I have started 6th form . . .

And also, I have nothing against Ron. It's just that it's Dramione, not Romione (or whatever the ship name is) so I can let her have feelings for him, can I?

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter! I appreciate all the follows, faves and reviews! Makes me feel loved ;)