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Non Consensual Warning for this chapter. Remember that this is a dark fic so you have been warned. If you don't want to read that particular part I think you can pretty much gage when it's coming up so you can always just skip that part. I do apologize in advance but trust me, it's necessary for the plot of this story.


Hermione stared at her textbook, the words blurring together in a muddled mess of black and white. Her right leg shook so fast that at first glance, it appeared to be vibrating while her left hand flicked her quill back and forth, making an annoying tapping sound on the desk. For once, what was going on in the inside reflected on the outside. Hermione was stumped.

Draco Malfoy had kissed her. She had repeated that sentence over and over again inside her head for the past week or so but it still had yet to sink in yet. She had asked him if he were drunk because let's face it; that was the only explanation she could think of for his behavior. She had still yet to get a response for that question. But he had also been highly upset, even distraught, over something. She frowned in frustration.

Just what was he playing at? What world did they suddenly live in where Draco Malfoy was kissing Hermione Granger? Even worse, what world did they live in where she would kiss him back? She had cheated on Ron. In a moment of poor judgment she had betrayed Ron's trust. Her heart clenched as she thought about whether or not she should tell him. She wanted to, she needed to for it was the right thing to do but…telling him would just be asking for trouble. Of course, it wasn't like she didn't deserve it. She had kissed another boy for Merlin's sake! To make matters worse, it wasn't just any boy either; it was Draco Malfoy, Ron's nemesis.

She lifted her head a fraction of an inch so that her eyes could land on the fair haired young man only to find him looking at her as well. She flushed before ducking her head, embarrassed at having been caught. She huffed before frantically shaking her head. No. It meant absolutely nothing. Just because the both of them had lost their minds for a minute, it didn't mean that things were suddenly different now. He was still Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy legacy and future Death Eater and she was still Hermione Granger, Harry Potter's best friend.

She looked up with a start as students started to rise, signaling the end of class. She looked down at her poor excuse for notes with a small sigh. She'd hardly written anything.

"Are you alright, Mione?"

She looked up at Ron with a strained smile.

"Yeah, of course," she lied as she stood, grabbing her school bag.

Ron wrapped his arm around her waist and laid a sweet kiss on her cheek as the two of them followed Harry out of the classroom. She looked down in guilt at Ron's adorable gesture but her guilt trip was cut short as a tall figure coolly breezed past them. Her eyes followed him as he briskly walked through the sea of students with a heart stopping grace. He didn't acknowledge anyone as he made his way down the corridor.

"Does anyone else thinks he looks a bit sick," Ron rudely asked.

"No, it isn't just you. The Dark Mark must be taking its toll on him," Harry snidely remarked.

"Harry…," she admonished "…you don't know that for…"

She trailed off as Harry and Ron turned to look at her.

"I don't know why you are bent on giving him the benefit of the doubt but face it, Hermione; he's one of them now. I'm willing to bet that he's up to something and his father is here to make sure it happens," Harry said.

Ron nodded in agreement.

"We should keep an eye on both of them. "

Hermione was silent as they made their way to the Great Hall. Normally, she might have agreed but after seeing firsthand a little of what Malfoy was going through, she realized that not everything was as black and white as it had once seemed. The hall was slowly filling up with the loud familiar chatter of students as the trio took their seats. Ron and Harry immediately began to dig in but Hermione simply picked at her food, not in the mood for eating. She glanced around wondering where Ginny was before giving up with a shrug.

She was vaguely aware that the chatter in the hall began to faintly lesson. It wasn't until her two best friends grew silent as well, a first, did she finally lift her head. Mr. Malfoy strode through the hall with a grace that rivaled his son's. His expression was stony and definitely off putting but apparently that meant zilch to the girls of Slytherin and even a few from the other houses. They stared after him as if he wasn't a married, racist, haughty, spineless excuse of a Death Eater who was old enough to be their father.

Hermione snorted in disgust. It definitely wasn't loud enough for anyone else to hear but Mr. Malfoy's eyes caught hers as if he'd heard her. She found herself shrinking in her seat a bit as he made his way to the head table. She rolled her eyes before glancing over at the Slytherin table, finding it, once again, empty of a certain fair haired student. She suddenly stood, drawing the attention of Ron and Harry.

"I'm going to go and see if I can find Ginny."

Ron stood with her.

"You want me to come with you," he asked.

"No, don't be silly. She's probably in her room. You can have my food if you want," she offered with a small smile.

"Okay," he said before leaning in to give her quick kiss, drawing unwanted attention.

She turned and made her way out of the hall, unaware of a certain pair of eyes following her figure as she snaked through the doors. As she made her way to the Gryffindor entrance she wondered about where Malfoy could be. She shook her head. Why did she care? Because you're kind hearted and he's obviously troubled, a voice whispered in her head. She looked down at her fingers as she slowed. It was true. He was her enemy but... She shook her head again. There were absolutely no buts.

With a sigh she turned the corner only to bump into the one person who had plagued her mind for days. Time seemed to freeze as they both stared at each other, she wide eyed and he with an unreadable expression.

"Malfoy-"

She shut her mouth as he brushed past her, cutting her off. She spun around and grabbed the sleeve of his shirt, effectively stopping him in his tracks. He spun around to face her with a look so intense she let go of him as if he'd burned her. They both stared at each other in silence before she finally spoke.

"You kissed me."

"I know. I was there," he slowly responded, reusing the line he'd used about a week or so ago.

She took a deep breath.

"Why," she quietly asked.

He stepped closer, towering over her as she looked up at him with a doe like expression.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time," he simply stated with a shrug.

"…and now," she found herself asking.

What was wrong with her? She had a boyfriend. This time that familiar Malfoy smirked graced his features, making him look more like himself.

"It seems like a great idea," he stated as he leaned in.

Hook, line and sinker.

"You were crying."

He stopped a hairs width away from her before pulling back, a dangerous expression on his face.

"No, I wasn't," he stated, no room for argument.

"Yes, you were," she argued, crossing her arms over her chest.

"No, I wasn't, Granger," he snapped.

She huffed.

"I'm not stupid-"

"Could have fooled me," he interrupted.

"I…I'm trying to help you or something. I don't know…I just…something's wrong with you. It's obvious and while I normally wouldn't care…I would be no better than your kind if I simply acted like Harry and Ron."

Malfoy glared at her before reaching up to brush her hair off of her shoulder.

"You want to help me…," he quietly asked as he rested his arms on either side of her on the wall.

She hesitantly nodded.

"Then mind your own fucking business, you nosy little mudblood."

Her eyes widened and before she knew it she had slapped him, the force of the blow turning his head. Her breath was coming out in pants and her eyes watered as she stared at him. She leaned up on the tips of her toes so that her mouth was right next to his ear.

"You can become Voldemort's toy for all I care," she hissed before spinning around and trampling down the corridor.


"Where were you," Hermione asked as she entered the room.

Ginny raised her head with a groan before signaling for Hermione to close the door. Hermione did so and made her way over to the girl's bed.

"Are you alright," Hermione questioned in concern.

Ginny suddenly sat up, startling Hermione.

"No, I'm not. Harry and I slept together and…I don't remember using any precaution," Ginny quietly explained.

Hermione's eyebrows rose before she let out a small humorless laugh.

"Thank Merlin I'm not the only one screwing up," Hermione breathed, shoving her hair away from her face.

Ginny straightened up as she looked at Hermione with narrowed eyes.

"What are you talking about?"

Hermione turned around and slowly walked around to the end of the bed.

"Malfoy kissed me…and I kissed him back," she whispered.

She slowly looked up to face Ginny who stared at her with an unreadable expression.

"You, Hermione Granger, cheated on Ron, my brother, with Draco Malfoy," Ginny incredulously asked.

"Yes…," she sheepishly answered.

Ginny exhaled before hopping off of the bed and nonchalantly shrugging.

"Well, at least you beat Ron to it," was her only response.

"Ginny!"

"What? I don't know why you're kidding yourself but I know my brother and I'm only trying to help you. It's only going to be a matter of time before he chases after the next piece of ass. If you want to fool around with Malfoy, by all means…," she said.

Hermione blinked.

"He's much better to look at and he's more experienced. That's a guy who knows what he's doing. Have some fun, you deserve it," Ginny said with a shrug.

Hermione shook her head.

"There won't be any more fun. It was just a lapse in judgment on both of our parts. He's still the same Malfoy he's always been," Hermione said angrily.

Ginny looked at Hermione from under her lashes.

"He'll be back, trust me," Ginny said.

"What are you going to do," Hermione asked.

"I'll have no choice but to go to the infirmary. I've done this plenty of times and suddenly because it's Harry Potter all sense flies out of the window!"

"Yeah, you've done this plenty of times," Hermione agreed.

Ginny threw her a look before slapping Hermione's arm.

"Shut up," she chuckled.


Hermione desperately tried to pay attention to what Mr. Malfoy was saying but it was kind of hard to when your teacher was…well Mr. Malfoy. Of course that should have been reason enough to pay attention because he'd made it pretty clear that he was going to be on her like white on rice. Hermione shuddered, freaked out. Of course, it didn't help that his son was sitting just on the other side of the room with Parkinson plastered to him like a barnacle on a boat.

She crossed her arms and leaned further into Ron. Why did she care? She had a boyfriend of her own, one who actually liked her instead of just kissing her whenever he was bored. She pursed her lips as she thought about what Ginny had said yesterday. She looked at Ron out of the corner of her eye. Deep down Hermione knew that on some level, Ginny was right.

"…Perhaps Ms. Granger can tell us."

Hermione's head snapped up with wide eyes as Mr. Malfoy leaned against his desk, his hands folded in front of him. She could feel eyes on her as he stared at her with that unnerving gaze, waiting for her response. She shifted in her seat before quietly responding.

"I wasn't paying attention…Professor," she answered through clenched teeth.

She could almost hear everyone else's thoughts, wondering what was wrong with her. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that Malfoy had shifted in his seat, staring at her with an unreadable expression.

"You weren't paying attention," Mr. Malfoy repeated as he pushed away from his desk.

"No, I was distracted, sir. I apologize."

She glared at him from under her lashes.

"Perhaps you can reclaim your concentration in detention tonight," he stated causing Hermione's heart to stutter.

"Oi, you can't do that," Ron loudly protested.

She could hear her other Gryffindor classmates agreeing. She could see that Malfoy was still facing her direction, his eyes flitting back and forth between his father and her, almost frantically.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor!"

She could see Slytherin on the other side laughing to themselves while her house reluctantly quieted.

"Any more objections? No? Then Ms. Granger, detention tonight in my office, not a minute late."

She sank into her seat, suddenly breaking out into a cold sweat as Ron tightened his arm around her. Detention. She had detention tonight with Mr. Malfoy. She wanted to cry. She was Hermione Granger, she didn't get detention. Her eyes rose to glare at him as he paced back and forth, his mouth moving as he continued the lesson. She hated him. For once in her life she was mad enough to kill someone.

As soon as they were dismissed Hermione was out of her seat and the first one out of the classroom. She pushed past students in the hall, some protesting but Hermione didn't have it in her to care. She could hear Ron and Harry calling her name some ways back but she ignored them. She made it to the Prefect's bathroom just in time for the tears to fall. She splayed her hands along the sink as her head fell forward. This year was going to be hell with Malfoy's father as a teacher.

You're letting him win, a voice hissed in her head. She shook her head and sniffed one last time before lifting her head, staring into the mirror with a new determination. She was right, she was letting him win. Mr. Malfoy had officially declared war and she would be damned if she let him break her. She splashed some water on her face and made her way out of the bathroom and to her next class.


"I didn't think you would come to dinner tonight," Ron said quietly as he squeezed her hand.

They'd just left dinner and were walking through an empty corridor, killing time. Normally she would have been using this extra time to study but she and Ron were together now. She had to dedicate some of her time to him. He swung their joined hands back and forth.

"I didn't think I would either. I'm sorry I rushed out of DADA like that. I was-"

"Upset, I get it, both of us do. Malfoy was completely out of line. He was only so hard on you because…er well…," Ron trailed.

Hermione chuckled.

"Because I'm Muggleborn. Its okay, Ron, you can say it. It isn't a bad word and it's true. He's trying to make our lives hell because of who we are," Hermione explained.

Ron suddenly stopped, causing her to look up at him with a frown.

"But it isn't us…it's just you. If Harry hadn't of pointed it out to me I might not have noticed, I mean you know me. Malfoy's just targeting you, he hasn't said a word to Harry and I," Ron said, worried.

Hermione decided to remain hushed about what had occurred that first day of classes. She didn't want to worry them.

"I'll be okay, Ron and I think you should probably start calling him Professor because…well he is our professor now," Hermione said with a small smile as she pulled him down the corridor.

"He's still Daddy Death Eater to me," Ron said as he leaned in to kiss her.

She rested her hand on his shoulder as he gently backed her up against the wall. Hermione tried not to but she couldn't help but to think of someone else instead. She and Ron had kissed plenty of times, many of them hot and heavy, but one minor kiss from Malfoy and she was officially ruined for life. She pulled away and turned her head as Ron fought to catch his breath.

"What's wrong," he breathed.

"Nothing, I just…I don't feel very well. I'm sorry; I'll catch up with you later."

She pulled out of his arms and walked down the corridor, deep in thought. Malfoy didn't give a rat's arse about her; he'd made that pretty clear so why was she still thinking about some insignificant kiss. He was probably shagging some other girl right now, not giving her a second thought. She shook her head and walked towards her dorm, she needed a shower. On her way to the Gryffindor dorms she passed a small group of Slytherins who were laughing.

She was thankful that they seemed to be preoccupied with each other. That was until someone whose voice she recognized turned around and spoke.

"Have fun in detention, Granger. Hopefully Draco's father isn't too hard on you," Greengrass laughed.

"Yeah, maybe he'll only use the Cruciatus Curse oh I don't know…four times," Pansy added as the two of them laughed.

Hermione glared at them as they turned around and rejoined their friends, laughing all the way. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down before turning around continuing onwards. As she entered the Gryffindor common room she was approached by Ginny.

"Are you alright?"

Hermione guessed that her face was an open book at the moment. She took off her outer robes and let them fall onto a nearby chair.

"No, I'm not. I'm not sure if you have heard but I have detention tonight…," Hermione snapped.

Ginny's eyebrows rose.

"You," she asked in shock.

"Yeah, it gets better. It's with Mr. Malfoy."

"No surprise there. Aside from Snape he's the only teacher here who would give you detention just like that. Even then, Snape still has some decency to give you detention when you've actually done something to warrant it. I'm sorry."

"He shouldn't even be in this school," she said angrily as she flung her school bag down.

The fact that Lucius Malfoy was somewhere walking around the corridors with that stupid arrogant aura about him was enough to send Hermione into a frenzy. She glanced at her watch, noting that she had a quite a bit of time before she had to go to detention.

She grabbed Ginny and sat her down.

"So did you go to the infirmary?"


Hermione stood outside of Professor Malfoy's office with a straight back and steady hands. The sun had set not too long ago and she looked around the darkness uneasily. She let out a small sigh before raising her fist to knock but she never got a chance to because the door was opened by none other than the devil himself. She looked up at him with a sour expression as he opened the door wider. She stepped into his office with caution and flinched as he shut the door behind her. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye as he brushed past her.

"Follow me."

She reluctantly followed as he walked to a door at the back of his office. With a start she realized that it must be his quarters. She frowned, worried, as he opened the door and stepped aside. She peered inside only to be confronted with a mess. She looked up at him, incredulous as he leaned against the door jamb.

"I've yet to get the rest of my things sorted," he smugly stated.

"You've yet to get anything sorted," she snapped.

"Yes, well, see that is where you come in, Ms. Granger. I've also heard that you seem to be one of the more organized students in the castle."

"You're kidding," she stated.

He stared at her, a small smirk on his lips, letting her know that he was in fact not kidding. He held out his hand.

"I think you are capable of completing this task without your wand," he sneered.

With a huff she reached behind her to pull her wand from out of the top of her skirt and almost slammed it into the palm of his hand.

"I'll be back in two hours or so to inspect your work," he said as he exited his office, the door slamming behind him.

Hermione turned around in bewilderment.

"I really hate him," she whispered to herself as she stepped into the room.


Two hours later found Hermione holding a stack of papers. She was almost done with the entire room when she heard his office door open, signaling his arrival. She looked up from her position on the floor as he entered the room and looked around the room with a sneer. She noticed that his coat was gone as well as the tie he'd had on earlier. In fact, he looked completely relaxed and un Malfoy like. She shook her head, dismissing that train of thought.

"Not finished, yet? Perhaps you aren't as competent as you'd like to believe."

She threw the papers down and stood, her anger flaring.

"My competence isn't the problem, Professor. The problem is that you are using your prejudice against your student to deal with personal matters that you should be taking care of yourself. I'll have my wand back now," Hermione ranted as she held out her hand.

"You'll get your wand back when detention is over and detention isn't over until you've completed the task I assigned you," he hissed.

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Fine. I guess I'll have to see what Professor Dumbledore's take is on this then," she snapped as she shoved past him and made her way towards the door.

She went to open it but found it locked. She reared back and frowned in confusion as she yanked on the door again. Why was it locked? She shook her head, stumped and turned around to confront Mr. Malfoy but before she could she found herself pinned against the door. She gasped in shock as he buried his nose in her hair, his arms on either side of her, his chest pressed to her back.

"You think I don't notice the way he glances at you during class," Mr. Malfoy whispered.

Her eyes widened as her heart sped up. Did he know? Did Draco tell him?

"I- I don't know-"

"Do not take me for a fool, Ms. Granger. How is it that you've got my son so distracted while you have a pureblood traitor of a boyfriend of your own? Quite the little slut, aren't you?"

She shoved against him but he simply shoved her harder into the door, causing her to let out a painful hiss.

"Let go of me," she demanded.

Hermione was terrified. She didn't know if this was simply a way to scare her into staying away from Draco or what but she didn't like it.

"I don't think I will. I want to find out for myself what makes you so special," he whispered as he reached up push her hair to one side.

She jerked her head back and was satisfied when she connected with his nose. She tried the door again and slammed her hand against it in frustration when it was still locked. She spun around and shrieked when she spun straight into his arms. She let out an ear piercing scream once she realized exactly what kind of situation she had gotten herself into. Someone had to hear her. Unless of course…

"Scream all you want. Silencing charms are marvelous that way…," he whispered against the skin of her ear, confirming her train of thought.

He lifted her, her legs kicking out in the process, before slamming her onto his desk. She gasped in pain as a throbbing ache shot straight down her spine. Her eyes watered as she fought, trying to keep his hands away from her shirt. She reached up and slapped him as hard as she could and even grabbed his hair. This didn't deter him though because before she knew it the sound of her shirt ripping sounded throughout the room.

This isn't happening, this isn't happening. That was the only thing she could think as she fought. This wasn't happening because this didn't happen to her, stuff like this didn't happen to her. She shrieked and flailed as he covered her face with his hand, blocking her airway and vision. She panicked even more when she felt herself being lifted from the desk. If he took her in his quarters she wouldn't be getting out of her. She spread her arms out, hanging on the door jamb for life. He removed his hand, allowing her to breathe as he used both hands to try to get her through.

Her eyes widened as she saw him reach for his wand. She used the same tactic he used and shoved her hand in his face. She used her other to knock his wand on the floor. She realized, too late, that he'd anticipated for her to do that and before she knew it they were inside and the door was slamming shut behind him.


Hermione's hand ran along the wall as she slowly made her way through the dark corridor. Her mind was a blank. She didn't know where she was walking. In the back of her mind, she faintly acknowledged that she should probably be making her way to the Gryffindor common room or…Dumbledore's office. She frantically shook her head as soon as she thought that, giving herself a headache.

"I'd hate for your friends to get hurt because you opened your big mouth," he panted against the skin of her neck.

There was a dull ache coursing through her entire body but it was concentrated in one area the most. She stopped and looked down. Something was wrong. She reached down and brought her hand up in the moonlight. She could hear footsteps coming her way but she was too focused on something else instead. She was bleeding, still.

"Granger?"

She swallowed and looked down again as her breath sped up.

"Granger."

The voice was right in front of her now. She lifted her head with wide, tearful eyes to come face to face with Malfoy.

"I-it won't stop. The blood won't stop, something's wrong!"

"Granger, what…," Malfoy trailed off as he took in her appearance.

His eyes raked over her, taking in her unkempt hair and torn clothes and finally the blood that was smeared on her legs. He hesitantly reached out to grab the hand that she was holding up.

"Granger," he whispered.

She frantically shook her head.

"Something's not right," she cried.

He grabbed her head in both of his hands, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"Who did this to you? Granger, you have to tell me-"

With one look into his eyes, the same eyes as his father, Hermione saw red. She swung her arm and connected with his cheek.

"Granger, stop!"

She punched him again and again.

"You did this! This is your fault," she shrieked as she slapped him again.

Malfoy fought to get a good hold on her.

"No, I-"

"You brought him here, make him leave! Make him go away!"

Draco finally caught her hands in his as he stared at her as if he'd just been electrocuted. Hermione yanked her hands trying to get them free.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he said as she collapsed in his arms, bringing them both to their knees.

"Make him leave, please," she sobbed into his neck.

Malfoy tightened his arms around her as he stared into the darkness with eyes as cold as ice.


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