Hey, sorry I haven't updated in a while. I hope this chapter makes up for it. :). Also the lovely people at ASUS wiped my laptop so I've lost all my old chapters.

HERMIONE POV:

Hermione ducked behind a tapestry when she saw his platinum crowned head coming her way. She knew she would have to face him sooner or later but at least it would be in a classroom with a teacher to stop them doing anything to each other. Tearing each other's throats out, bursting into tears or screwing like animals on the desk, Hermione really couldn't tell how she felt when she saw him.

She had apparated from the mansion without saying goodbye to Narcissa or Draco. He hadn't been able to catch her when she had dashed from the library, his stupid book clutched to her chest. She had meant to throw it away but when she had landed in her dormitory, sobbing loudly, she had found she still had the book. She had thrown it into her trunk and covered it with clothes so she wouldn't have to look at it. Wouldn't remember. It was only when she slept that she remembered the way he had touched her, how he had confessed his love to her in the corridor of the Malfoy manor, how he had introduced her to his mother without even flinching.

It didn't help her mood that Ron wasn't talking to her, throwing her angry glances whenever he saw her. Harry was his usual useless self and smiled at her apologetically whenever he saw her. Only Ginny still talked to her as though nothing had happened. Hermione twitched the edge of the tapestry; the corridor was empty and if she didn't hurry she was going to be late for Ancient Runes.

"Why are you hiding behind a tapestry Granger?" his voice was cold but softer than she had anticipated. She cursed quietly and spun to face him. She tried to let her anger rule her but when she saw him, she felt her resolve crumple. He didn't look angry, he looked exhausted, dark bags under his eyes and his hair hung lank in his face.

"Draco, what happened to you?" she whispered. She tried to resist the urge to move towards him but she found herself doing it anyway, reaching a hand up to stroke his cheek. She snatched it back before she touched him but he had seen it, he grabbed her hand and held it to his chest.

"You've been avoiding me." he muttered, his thumb running over the palm of her hand.

"Yes." she replied, staring up at him warily. She should be angry, she should have been spitting mad but she wasn't.

"Don't. Please." his voice had dropped to a whisper and Hermione felt her heart wrench. He pulled up her chin, forcing her to look at him. "I want to kiss you Hermione."

His lips were soft against hers, the kiss insistent and Tasha felt all her resolve drain away until she was throwing her arms around him and pulling him close to her. How could she deny she'd missed him? She had thrown herself into her studies, trying to forget the fire he had lit in her. She hadn't been able to sleep without dreaming he was next to her and waking disappointed when she found it wasn't true. She moaned as he bit at her lip, his hands tangling in her hair. She tried to push him away as she realised they were in the middle of the corridor and could be caught at any moment.

Well the Christmas Ball at least took care of telling everyone but I really don't fancy talking to Dumbledore about my relationship with Malfoy.

"We can't do this here." she muttered, disentangling herself from him reluctantly.

"I want you Hermione. I can't stop thinking about you." he leaned in to kiss her and she turned her head. She couldn't deny she wanted him as well, the wetness between her thighs was proof of that. She had never felt anything like it, she had never had such fantasies about any of the boys in her own house. Slytherins were famed for their reputation in the bedroom, it came with the territory and Draco Malfoy was the most famed of all his classmates.

"I want you too." she admitted, "but it's not that easy. I don't trust you."

Draco seemed to cave in on himself with her words.

"Tell me what to do."

"I don't think there's anything you can do. We aren't supposed to be together, that's it. If we stay together, we'll both die."

"Don't give me that bullshit Hermione. We're going to die anyway, whether at the Dark Lord's bidding or no. I'd even be willing to put my faith in Potter if it meant you'd be mine." he moved towards her and caught her lips in a fiery kiss. She felt herself drowning in it and when Draco pushed her against the wall, pulling the tapestry over them, she didn't care if all the teachers caught them. He hiked up her skirt and pushing aside the thin material of her panties, he slipped a finger inside her.

"Oh god, Draco." she felt her insides tighten as her climax built so suddenly at his ministrations. "I want to feel you."

All her resolve, all her anger was gone as he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his hips and fiddled with his zip. He was inside her in one quick thrust, catching her gasp with his lips.

He thrust into her slowly and when he came he shook, his breathing deep and emotion laden. He leaned against her shoulder as he pulled out of her and Hermione felt her heart stop. Draco Malfoy was sobbing.

"Draco..." she let her voice tail off as he pushed away from her and fixed himself. He wouldn't look at her and not even her shouts, her angry demands made him turn around as he stalked down the corridor away from her.

DRACO POV:

Draco's hands were shaking as he fled down the corridors until he reached an empty classroom. Flinging himself inside, he locked the door and let his emotions overwhelm him. When Hermione had apparated from the Manor it had felt like she had taken a piece of his heart with her. He had been left to fumble excuses to his mother, furious with himself at letting her slip away. The truth had been the hardest thing he'd ever had to say. It had been so much easier when they had hated each other, when they were toying with each other. Then they wouldn't be fighting over their duty. He tried to imagine trailing after Potter in his quest against the Dark Lord but the idea almost made him laugh. He would kill the Weasel before the day was out and he'd never get the chance to be alone with Hermione anyway. He couldn't imagine they stayed in fine hotels while they wandered the country, searching for...whatever they were searching for.

Voldemort knew what they were doing. He thought it was extremely amusing that the Potter boy thought he could win. Draco rubbed a hand over his Dark Mark, it was burning all the more brightly now. He was going mad; his brain shattering like a mirror. He felt lost, adrift and the weight of the task he'd been assigned was weighing on his shoulders heavily.

"You will let the Death Eaters into the castle Draco. We wouldn't want anything to happen to your family would we?" Nagini had been slithering around his trembling body, as he rode out the unforgivable curse, biting down on his tongue so hard he tasted blood.

Voldemort had timed his arrival at the manor soon after Hermione had left but Draco was under no illusions that his actions were going unnoticed. No, Voldemort knew and he was taking great pleasure in torturing Draco. He screamed as a flame of pain shot up his arm. They had linked the curses, whatever they were giving his mother was slowly poisoning him as well. He collapsed onto the ground and buried his head in his hands.

"Please, somebody, tell me what to do." It wasn't quite a prayer but it was the closest thing to it; Draco could only hope somebody was listening.