Hermione could feel the tension building in her, between the loss of Kingsley and the complete disaster that was any form of communication with the ferret her temper was becoming increasingly difficult to control. She wanted to avenge Kingsley, she wanted to avenge all those she had lost through these past few years, but she had to stay at camp and keep a low profile until the dust settled. It was like a torture of its own having to be still, having to try to drown out her own thoughts and not distract herself or do something, anything.

The news of Kingsley being captured had caused a tidal wave of emotion through the whole camp, they all wondered what would become of them, what they could do to protect themselves. While Remus, Bill and Snape tried to find some form of a plan, yet again Hermione and her two friends were the ones that had done the dirty work. Yet again they picked up the pieces caused by a complete lack of the Orders ability to get their hands dirty. She was now indebted to the Slytherins and it made her so unbelievably angry that this was what her life had come to.

It seemed no one even stopped to think how she felt about losing Kingsley, he had after all been as close to a friend as any of the other original Order members. In fact, given he on more than one occasion had shown his understanding towards the "vigilanties" she had felt a connection to him deeper than the majority of those in the Order. Today she had all but signed his death sentence, she had provided the tools to get rid of yet another ally and if she wasn't so full of rage she was certain she would feel her heart wither even more.

Making her way towards her tent she longed for a drink, given how difficult going on food runs was becoming, alcohol definitely was not a luxury they had readily available. In her opinion the alcohol was about as essential as the food during a war, the ability to drown everything out became more and more appealing over the years, while the lack of ability to obtain it became more and more difficult. Merlin forbid anything be made even the slightest bit easier in her life.

Luna and Neville were already asleep in their beds when Hermione arrived, and so she tried to be as quiet as possible as she got ready for bed. Her head was in agony from the stress of the day, the pain behind her eyes a tell tale sign of the migraine that was to come. She desperately wanted to get some sleep before it took hold, so she found the tiny portion of sleeping draught that she had left and downed it in one. They only got one small portion each once a month, just enough to make you drowsy, and tonight felt like it was well earned. Lying down on her camp bed she felt as her eyelids become heavy, and the pull of sleep brought her under.

Her heart pounded in her chest, a sheen of sweat glistened over her body as she writhed under his grip on her hands. His body pressed closer to hers preventing her from being able to wiggle free as both her wrists were placed in one of his large hands, the other moving to his robes and producing his wand. She hears him whisper the incantation of a sticking charm, she felt the familiar tingle of magic as it pulsed through her body and secured her hands above her head without the need for his aid any longer.

She looked into his previously grey eyes, now almost black with his need mixed with a level of anger she knew would be reflected in hers. She knew this was wrong, knew that the ache in her core was wrong, the need that filled every cell of her, but yet she wasn't in any way wishing to escape. No, her trying to pull her hands free was simply her need to take control. To show him just how much he infuriated her, to take all that anger and put it all onto him. Make him squirm and watch his body flush at her hands, watch as the mudblood made him feel things he had never felt before with his pureblood princesses.

His mouth was on her neck, warm lips placing a path of kisses up towards her ear and she took a sharp breath when his hot breath ghosted against that spot just behind her ear that never failed to send shockwaves through out her whole body and straight down to her core.

"I knew you would be as filthy as your blood Granger."

His teeth grazed along her ear lobe and a small whimper escaped her, one that she would be mortified he could produce if it wasn't for the fact he had taken a step back and proceeded to study her naked body while she stood pinned to the wall.

"Get the fuck back here Malfoy, unless as per usual you're all talk."

He snarled at her words and surged forward, one hand round her throat while the other moved between her legs.

"You could do with learning your place, Mudblood."

A shiver ran through her body at his words, she should be furious, but between the delicious way his hand moved over her clit and the tone of his voice she was just grateful for the sticking charm, she knew there wasn't a chance in hell her legs would be dependable right now. She bit down on his shoulder as he dipped two fingers inside of her, so slowly that it was torturous. He growled as her teeth sank into his flesh and he set a punishing pace with his hand, the other pushing once again against her neck, bringing her head away from him and squeezing the points at each side of her neck just enough to make her go light headed.

"Is this what you want Mudblood?" He growls.

She knows she should feel panicked about his hand wrapped around her throat, but she just feels an intense pooling of heat as she becomes slightly more lightheaded. He must have been able to feel her swallow as she gives the slightest of nods, because the noise that he makes is nothing short of feral. His grasp tightens around her neck and she whimpers, she was always in control, but this ability to be at someone else's mercy was unbelievable

.

He varied his pace, curling his fingers and touching that sweet spot inside her with such skill that she was squirming. His other hand restricted and released her airways at perfect intervals to heighten everything she was feeling. He watched her as she started to whimper and moan, unable to bring herself to beg him for release, but the smug look on her face told her he knew exactly what he was doing to her. She wanted to find ways to wipe that look off his face, wanted to see what other ways to knock him down a peg or two without having to punch him. If only he would let her hands free she knew she would be able to make him beg. Show him yet another thing she could best him at.

As she felt the build in her core, the promise of release so close, her legs shaking at the effort to stay upright he pulled his hand away. She let out a groan that made him laugh, one that almost promised his sinister intent.

With deft hands he undone the zipper of his trousers and freed himself, using the hand he has seconds ago had buried in her to stroke himself. He had no idea the things she would do if he would just release her hands, and she squirmed as she thought of the possibilities. He caught her movement and a smirk danced across his face,

"Eager aren't you? Just dying for my cock Mudblood."

He hoisted one of her legs up to his waist, and she quickly brought the other up locking around him as he positioned himself at her entrance and slammed into her. He hissed and set a punishing pace, a rhythm only fit for those who had years of hatred built between them.

Hermione could barely think straight, lost in the feeling of him in her, surrounding her, his aftershave filling the air and his perfectly kept hair damp and clinging to his forehead. The noises he made were animalistic, and she felt the tension coil inside her with every grunt or sharp word.

"Fucking...swot…."

"Can't….keep….your….mouth….shut"

"Take….me….so…..well"

"Mudblood….slut"

Words punctated with thrusts, none making a full sentence, and the fact that she couldn't do anything but meet his thrusts yet his brain had short circuited made her feel unbelievable. Both of them lost to everything except channelling all that anger into each other.

She could see spots in her vision as his pace became frantic, and as soon as his hand snaked between them pressing against her clit her body felt like it exploded from the inside. Pulses of pleasure flowing through her whole being and she cried out his name.

"Hermione?"

She opened her eyes to Lunas face hovering over her and instantly she felt like lead had dropped into her stomach.

"Oh good, you're awake, you nearly missed breakfast."

She blinked a few times trying to wake herself fully, remembering her last moments of her dream she felt her cheeks flush. Surely she couldn't have been unlucky enough to have said anything in her sleep, all she needed was for Luna to ask her why she's screaming about Malfoy in her sleep at the breakfast table. As Luna skipped out of the tent Hermione swung her legs over the side of the bed and put her head in her hands. Dreaming about Malfoy was a new low, one that she really would rather not relive ever again.

During the years where hormones had come into play at Hogwarts there had been a few unfortunate souls whose dorms had found out exactly what they were dreaming about, or rather who they were dreaming about, through their sleep talking. Quickly the students' self preservation kicked in and they all cast silencing charms on their beds each night, a routine that everyone followed, and one she wished she could have had last night to save the fear that was growing inside her. She just knew that Luna would bring this up at the most inconvenient time. Suddenly the idea of her bringing it up in front of Malfoy sprung to the front of her mind, and at that moment she honestly wished the earth would open up and swallow her whole.

Taking a deep breath and gathering herself, she stood and began to get ready for the day. Maybe Luna had heard nothing, maybe there hadn't been anything to hear, and quite frankly she should probably be far more concerned that her brain put together that little dream in the first place. Sure it had been a while since Hermione had been with anyone, the war had caused people to cling to each other for comfort and a distraction from everything around them and she had been happy to oblige. Well, she had been happy to provide the distraction, she however had no room for dealing with someone else's emotions and that meant most eventually saw her as too cold to bother with.

That need for distance was probably why Malfoy had come to mind, after all, there was no chance in hell either of them would want to talk about their feelings or cuddle with each other. She wouldn't have to make excuses to get away from him once they had finished, and he sure as hell wouldn't quiz her on what she was doing with her day.

Yes, that was a perfectly valid explanation of why those images had made their way into her head and she had no reason to think about it any longer. At least that was what she kept telling herself as she made her way out of her tent and towards those gathering for their breakfast.

Coffee followed by some training, she would quickly forget that she had slightly enjoyed the idea of her childhood bully looking at her like she was the most delicious thing he had ever seen. Or at the very least, she could blame her heart rate on the exercise and absolutely not anything to do with the images flashing in her mind.