AN: Chapter was edited as of 15.1.21

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Draco was not a morning person, he wasn't any time of person at the current moment. He just wanted to sleep a night without nightmares. No potion or spell had given him more than two or three hours of sleep since the Christmas break of 5th year. Ever since he moved into the manor, his life had become a living nightmare.

He had watched so many people, muggles and wizards, be tortured for hours and some killed and fed to that horrid snake. Draco shook his head of the thoughts as he sat on the side of his bed. He watched as the other Slytherin boys started to stir as it became time for breakfast and classes.

He made his way out of the bed, summoning his clothing for the day and making haste to the showers. He scrubbed at his skin hoping to remove the feeling of darkness on his skin. He hated that feeling. He hated the feeling of being consumed by a dark force and unable to fight his way out.

Looking down at his forearm and watching the snake glide. He didn't want it. He didn't want any of this. There was nothing he could do without severe repercussions. Draco had faced the wrath of his father many times when he was angry and drunk, which seemed to become more and more. He washed the suds off and got out. Grabbing his wand he performed the hot air charm he had recently learned in charms to allow for less time to get ready. He glamoured his dark mark as well as the dark circles under his eyes. Throwing on his clothes, he looked at himself in the mirror one last time seeing the person he hated, and headed to breakfast.

Draco's days at Hogwarts had become lonely, mostly to his own doing as no one understood what he was going through. No one had a father that pressured them to become something they didn't want, nor did they have an insane man living with them.

Eyeing the Slytherin table,, he found a spot near the end that was empty and no was around. Sitting alone at the Slytherin table was his latest habit. Usually Blaise and Pansy would join him along with his two brainless goons Crabbe and Goyle, they would generally sit in silence with him. While they may not understand, they at least cared enough to make sure he was living.

He scooped some eggs from the platter in front of him along with a green apple. His eyes roamed the Great Hall as it began to fill up. He looked towards the Gryffindor table seeing only two-thirds of the trio. He would never say it to anyone, but he envied them. While he hated Weasley, at least he had a loving family and someone cared for him. Potter had the same within the Weasley family. And Granger, she had parents, parents that he was sure doted on her. As well as she had the boy who lived as her boyfriend and the Weasel's family who loved her like their own.

He looked around for Granger, not that he cared where she was bit shocked that the know-it-all wasn't with the trio. Maybe they did something to piss her off. Who cares as long as they stayed out of his way his day would be fine.

Today was not Hermione's day apparently and it was only going to get worse she feared. It was 830AM and she was late. Late as in the sense that she had to rush to do an errand before going to class. Normally her routine is that she would be awake by 7 AM in order to tame her hair and get some extra reading in before going down to breakfast at 745 with the boys. However, today was not the day for that. She had awoken at 815 AM and was annoyed that none of her bunkmates awoke her. While she was thankful for the sleep, she did not appreciate being late to anything in her life.

Her sleep had been scarce since the Ministry incident. She had nightmares, given everything she has been through she is surprised they did not show up earlier. She would wait until most of her dorm mates were asleep before slipping down to the common room, grabbing some tea and a good book. Her nights by the fire helped relax her.

Hermione sighed at the thought of what was happening around her in the wizarding world, often wishing it could be normal. She picked up her pace to the library, she was running behind this morning from lack of sleep. She had thirty minutes to get from the tower on the seventh floor down to the first-floor library, order the books she needed, and then make it across the courtyard to transfiguration class by 9 AM.

Hermione adored transfiguration class, she liked all of her classes but Professor McGonagall is a fierce woman who led with confidence. Someone Hermione aspired to be, especially given the current state of the wizarding world.

The world she came into at eleven that had accepted her and given her a life anyone could have dreamed of was now changing around her, becoming darker. In her short time living in it, she slowly mourned the years that she had lived through. Watching friends die, watching people take sides, and getting herself almost killed more times than she can count. At sixteen years old, she had been through more than the average witch. She could say the same for a handful of people.

She reached the old wood doors that gave entrance to the library. Rustling through her bag she found the list containing the books she needed to get ordered. Sighing, she pushed the doors open and immediately saw Madam Pince scouring charm on the shelves to remove any bit of dust. That woman never let her library go without a good cleaning twice a day.

Hearing the doors squeak, "ah, miss. Granger, how lovely to see you this morning. In need of some books?"

Draco had taken to strolling by the lake before heading to class, normally he had no issues arriving on time but something today made him stay a bit longer looking across the lake making him lose track of time. His ears perked when he heard the bell for classes ring.

Shit. He was late, it would take him at least five minutes to get up the castle and across the corridors. Oh well, what're a few points?

Draco made haste to get to the castle and strode across the courtyard, focusing fully on getting into the classroom without much fuss. However, he hadn't expected the witch of the Golden Trio to be heading for the same place at the same time. He wasn't paying attention when his body slammed into hers causing the latter to fall to the ground.

Shit. Fuck. He was dead, he knew it. He touched the golden girl and Harry Potter's girlfriend.

Hermione looked to see who she hit and saw grey eyes looking back at her, something flashed across them. Anger? Horror? Apologetic? She couldn't make it out.

"Watch where you are going mudblood." He spat out with any hesitation.

She tensed and lifted herself up, gathering her bag and wand. "What did you just call me?" She asked, seeing if he had any remorse in him to take back what he said.

"Mudblood. Surely you didn't hit the ground that hard." He responded as he picked non-existent dirt off of his robes. "You have made me dirty now, why am I not surprised?"

"Come off it ferret, I am the one who hit the ground, you did not."

He glared at her, grabbing his wand, muttering a spell without a second thought. His eyes glittered with amusement as she started to scream.

Slugs. Slugs everywhere, coming out of her bag, scooting across her shoes and one was on her shoulder moving down her arm.

Hermione was starting to gasp for breath from the hysterics as people came running out of the transfiguration classroom. She reached for her wand and screamed the tickling spell as Professor McGonagall walked out the door. It hit Malfoy square on the chest causing him to start giggling as she had never seen before. It didn't last long as McGonagall counteracted both her spell and his transfiguration of the contents of her bag.

Calmly but sternly, "students return to the classroom at once, Mister Malfoy and Miss Granger I will see you both here for detention for tonight at 8PM. 100 points from both of your houses." She looked at her two brightest students longingly with disappointment in her eyes before turning and going back to her teachings. Both Malfoy and Granger on her billowing robes tail.

Draco walked, no wait scratch that, he stalked through the school with a scowl on his face as he made his way to the transfiguration classroom for detention. People were jumping out of his way as we moved past them in the Great Hall, his face getting redder and redder with anger as he walked down the hall and neared the room. As Draco reached the door, his mortal enemy did at the same time, of course, she had to be there ahead of time.

"Granger," he hissed out of his mouth as he glared at her. This was her fault they were in this position in the first place.

"Malfoy," Hermione Granger responded in a tense voice, glaring just as hard back at him.

Shoving past her, Draco entered the classroom striding, with Hermione at his heels, over to McGonagall's desk. "Professor, I am here for my detention." Excluding, on purpose, that Hermione was there as well.

"As well I, Professor." Adding in behind Draco.

Looking up from her desk, where it seemed that she had just finished grading some tests, "perfect, both on time. Now let's get started."

Standing up from her desk and walking around, "I want you both to clean this whole classroom by hand as I will be attending a dinner with the Headmaster." Turning a quill and its ink-bottle into a rag and a bucket of water for both of them.

"I expect this done by the time I get back in two hours," nodding curtly to the silent students that stood in front of her, she walked out of the room with her robes flying behind her. The door slamming shut as she left, with that distinct click of it locking as well.

Hermione was the first one to move, grabbing a bucket of water and rag and walking to the far right corner. She sat down on her knees and started to scrub the wall and floor in a circular pattern. After what seemed like a good five minutes to Hermione, and no sound of Draco scrubbing anything, she looked up and around the room. Her eyes landing on him in the same spot she left him, twiddling his thumbs.

Huffing and slamming her rag down, "are you going to do anything Malfoy?" She growled at him watching him.

"No. I think not, as this is your job because you got us into this situation." Came his calm reply as he met her eyes.

"You're blaming me for this?!"

"Why, yes, yes I am."

"So what were you just an innocent bystander?" Hermione growled standing up in the corner.

"Yes, I was."

"BS, you actually started this whole situation!"

"Did not."

"Did too! You transfigured my homework into slugs."

"You deserved it. You called me a ferret." Malfoy pointed his finger at her, as he moved towards her with new found anger.

"Grow up Malfoy, you called me a mudblood." Backing up towards the far wall of the corner as he got closer to her.

"How about you shut up Granger?" As he now stood above her peering down at her.

"Make me." Glaring up at Malfoy, Hermione felt goosebumps appear on her arms and her hair stand up on her neck.

"Fine," Draco slammed Hermione into the wall pinning her arm to her side as he smashed his lips into hers. Moving his lips with anger until she responded by opening her mouth in a moan. Draco slipped his tongue into her mouth, battling for dominance, she bit his bottom lip hard. Pulling back, he glared as he darted his tongue out to catch the blood.

She tried to push him away, but she almost didn't mean it. Boyfriend, Harry Potter is my boyfriend. She didn't love him like a boyfriend. She was with him for comfort, he needed comfort and she wanted passion and love.

He looked at her searching her face for answers. He wouldn't force her to do anything, but God he had secretly wanted her for years.

Draco pulled away and started to let her go before Hermione pulled him back and kissed him. That was the only encouragement he needed to start unbuttoning her shirt. As he looked down at what he was doing he saw the most simple, but elegant black bra laying against her creamy skin.

"My, my, Granger I didn't know you were hiding these pretty things under those unflattering clothes." Malfoy said with an evil gleam in his eyes, as he glanced from her face to her breasts.

Before she could say a word, he shoved the bra down, kissing and sucking at her neck, collarbone, shoulders, and ultimately her breasts. Moaning, Hermione tossed her head back giving him more access. Sucking and biting on the right nipple as he pinched and tugged the left, switching back and forth between the breasts. Hermione grasped onto the desk with white knuckles, trying to hold on for support.

Continuing his attack on her chest, he shoved the skirt up to her hips, rubbing her thighs slowly as his hands made their way to the junction in between her legs. Rubbing her slowly, feeling her wetness a smirk began to form on his cold face.

"Someone obviously likes the attention she is getting, you are all wet…for me. Do you get wet like this for Pothead?"

"Shut up Malfoy." She breathed out in between moans.

Not saying another word, he ripped off her panties stuffing them into his pants pocket as he unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants and boxers down. His dick fully erect and standing; Hermione's eyes widened at the sight, gulping. She didn't get to enjoy the sight long before she was shoved down flat against the desk, her legs being spread and feeling his dick being positioned against her.

Without warning, he shoved into her, moans and groans filled the air as she adjusted to his size and he got used to the tightness. Before long he was thrusting in and out of her at a fast, rough pace. Skin slapping against skin, moans, and little whispers were all that was heard in that room as the two released their anger.

The moans got louder and the thrusting got more erratic, Draco was now covered in scratch marks and Hermione in hickeys as they reached their climaxes together. Hermione tightened around him, milking him as she was the first to orgasm, followed by Draco, collapsing on top of her as he kissed her gently.

They got dressed in silence stealing secret glances at each other. Both slightly embarrassed and pleased with what had just happened.

"So, I…um…know a spell that will get this clean and will pass her test of it being cleaned by hand and not magic." Draco said, stuttering as she looked up at her.

"Okay, as long as it will pass." Hermione responded, meeting his gaze. Guilt started to wash over her as she realized what had happened.

Draco saw her eyes flash with hurt and guilt and knew it was his fault, he didn't care though. "It will," he nodded, whispering the spell.

They both parted ways that night, but it wouldn't be the last time that they would have met.

Until next time!