Please NOTE: In this slight AU Hermoine is NOT a muggle-born; she is also a pureblood like Draco. Draco's actions during the war are a little different (read to find out).

WARNING: Contains slight Ron bashing and some dark sexual themes (focusing around possessiveness).


It had been a year since the second wizarding war had ended. Hogwarts was now reopened for students to attend. Some, like Harry, chose to become Aurors. Others, like Hermoine, chose to return to school and finish their last year. It was their first day back and while Hermoine was excited she was also nervous. While everyone expected her to do great things after school, she really had no idea what she wanted to do. So many subjects interested her that she was finding it hard to settle on something. She hoped that one of her classes this year would inspire her.

Draco returned to school also for his final year. Technically, his sentence required him to but he would have gone back anyways. While he didn't look forward to the hostility he was sure he would encounter, he had aspirations of being a healer and he needed these last few classes to qualify to sit for the exam. Once he passed the exam he'd be an intern at a hospital.

Her first class of the day was Advanced Potions. On the way to class, she got hung up with a group of second years asking for autographs and pictures. She didn't really want to but she didn't want to disappoint them so she obliged to every request. Even though it made her late to class; Hermoine hated being late. The only two available seats when she arrived were next to Ron Weasley, her possessive and controlling ex-boyfriend, and Draco Malfoy, her childhood nemesis. Without hesitation she chose Draco. She walked past Ron, who glared daggers into her back and sat at one of the front desks with Malfoy. Draco was surprised but all he did to show it was glance at her. He knew he was going to face hostile looks and gossip when he returned this year and he was determined not to let it bother him. Nothing they said mattered.

"Hello Malfoy" Hermoine said before pulling her book out of her bag. Her tone was casual as if she said hi to him every day. Draco just nodded once and said "Granger". He kept his tone neutral. That was the extent of their socializing. Hermoine hadn't expected to feel comfortable sitting next to him during class but it turned out to be pleasant. He didn't have his past arrogant, condescending attitude he had before the war. He was quiet and kept to himself.

It turned out they had most of their classes together and after the first class, she chose to sit next to him in the others too. The couple of classes she didn't have with him right before lunch, she had with a few of her girlfriends. She walked with them to lunch and sat at the end of the long Gryffindor table with them while they all exchanged talk about the first half of their day back. She glanced across the room at the Slytherin table to see Draco sitting at the end alone. Her eyes wandered over the rest of the table and saw several sneers sent his way. That made her roll her eyes. Many of the other student's parents had been involved in the war, some of them were even serving sentences in Azkaban right now. Who were they to judge?

The rest of the day she had class with him and sat next to him every time. Draco didn't say a word beyond greeting her every time but he was starting to wonder about her choice. By the time the last class rolled around and she sat next to him again he finally said "I don't need your pity, Granger" he muttered. Hermoine frowned in confusion. "I don't pity you." She sounded sincere. And if she was, then he didn't understand her choice to sit next to him in every class. What was her motive? She didn't offer any further explanation so he stayed quiet.

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The next couple of weeks went by much the same. She sat next to him in every class she had with him. They greeted each other cordially. When the professors assigned a class project, they worked together mostly silently. When they did speak it was only about the project. Both were intelligent, high-scoring students so they both pulled their weight and got the work done correctly. Her friends found out she had been sitting with him and asked why. All she offered as an explanation was "He pulls his weight on the class projects. He doesn't leave me to do all the work like everyone else does." And that was a bonus. But in truth she had found that she liked sitting next to him. Sure, he was a little broody but he didn't ask her questions about the war or what she was doing after school like so many others did. He had his own problems so he left her alone and she enjoyed that.

Draco didn't have any friends. No one spoke to him. Some of the younger students, especially the first years, looked at him like he was the monster under their bed. Others looked at him with disdain because he was a Death Eater who had killed other wizards in the war. And a few looked at him with hate because they saw him as a traitor; the one who had lost the war for them. None of them knew all the facts so he didn't have to worry about his safety, but there were always rumors.

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As the weeks went by, Hermoine became more and more frustrated. She felt like everyone was looking at her expecting to do something amazing with her life. She was the Gryffindor Princess as The Prophet liked to call her. The younger students gushed over her like she was some kind of superhero from the war. They asked for pictures, autographs, even help deciding what to study. Even her friends were constantly asking her questions about things that happened during the war and what she wanted to do with her life. So many times she just felt like screaming at the top of her lungs "I don't know! Just leave me alone!" Today was one of those days.

She stormed into the lunch room and instead of sitting at the Gryffindor table with her friends like usual, she stalked over to the Slytherin table where Draco always sat alone. She sat across from him with a huff and pulled a plate of food towards her. Draco quickly glanced around, noting he wasn't the only one who seemed surprised by this. She paused in between bites of food and said "What?" Her tone was edgy; in fact her whole demeanor was so edgy she was practically throwing sparks off of her so he just shrugged and said "Nothing."

She ate a few more bites silently and then her shoulders slumped and she muttered "I'm sorry if I snapped. I'm just feeling… I don't know… overwhelmed." This girl kept surprising him. First, she apologized. No one ever did that to him. Especially his childhood rival. Then she told him how she's feeling? "So why don't you… you know… take a break?" he asked. "Skip tomorrow and go to Hogsmeade or something."

Hermoine frowned. "It's no fun to go there alone and I need a break from my friends."

Draco looked down at his plate. "I'll go with you." He didn't know what made him say it, maybe his own desire to have a day off?

Hermoine looked up at him in surprise. "Really? You wouldn't mind?" Draco shrugged. "A day off? Not really."

Hermoine smiled a little and said "Thanks. I'll meet you out front at 10?" Draco just nodded. Now she was thanking him? What was wrong with this girl? Had she gotten amnesia at some point? They had despised each other before the war. Maybe he could get to the bottom of it tomorrow.

Draco stood out front of Hogwarts wondering what the hell he was doing. He shouldn't be going to Hogsmeade with Hermoine. He was supposed to be having a quiet last year avoiding everyone. So why was he doing this? Why did she want to do this? She said she didn't pity him and somehow he believed her. He had to admit he had started to enjoy her company during class. She wasn't hostile towards him. They never talked about anything personal and that was nice. That would probably happen today and it would probably ruin everything. He should just ditch her and make her go by herself. Right when he was about to turn and go back inside, she came out and said "Hi." He sighed and said "Hi."

He wound up suggesting a little cafe he knew had good food so they went there. They sat at a table in the front by a window. After lunch they ordered dessert. While waiting, she said "Thanks for suggesting this place, I really like it. And thanks for coming today." Draco felt uncomfortable being thanked for anything so he just shrugged. "I needed a day off too."

Hermoine fidgeted a little and said "I don't mean this offensively but… it seems like you attract hostility no matter where you go so how is this a day off for you?"

The end of Draco's mouth quirked up a little at that. "It's simpler than that. A day off from studying."

Hermoine looked down at her plate. "Oh. Sorry."

Draco shrugged. "It's fine. I knew this is what would happen when I… received my sentence." Trying to turn the subject away from him, he asked "So what had you so agitated yesterday?"

"Everyone. Except you. I just get so tired of this Gryffindor Princess image they've painted. It's not really who I am, it's what they expect me to be. Everywhere I go young girls are asking for my autograph or what classes they should take. My friends are always asking me if I've figured out what I want to do when I get out of school. The Prophet has everyone believing that I have aspirations of becoming the Minister of Magic. That's completely fabricated; I have no idea what I want to do after school." Hermoine could feel herself ranting but now that it was coming out she couldn't stop it. "Even my parents expect me to do something amazing. I haven't been on a date in over a year since Ron and I broke up. He won't leave me alone. I'm guessing that's why no one else will ask me out. I need a good fuck session." Draco choked on his tea at that but she didn't seem to notice. "Sometimes I just wish the whole world would leave me alone. That's why I like sitting with you."

Now it was all making sense. She sat next to him because she felt like he didn't put any pressure on her to be something she wasn't. But to be honest, he had believed some of the things The Prophet had said about her. He had even believed the Minister of Magic thing. But now he was looking at her realizing she felt a little lost. She didn't know what she wanted to be but didn't want to let everyone down either. Everyone thought they knew her when no one really did.

But seriously did the Gryffindor Princess just say she needed a good fuck session? The vibe she gave off was borderline prude but now he wondered if that wasn't just because she walked around with this weight on her shoulders all the time. "Don't worry about what they expect you to do. Just focus on figuring out what you want to do."

Hermoine sighed. He was right. She needed to stop worrying about what other people thought of her and expected of her. She knew he knew what he felt like to have heavy expectations on his shoulders all the time thanks to his father. "Do you know what you want to do?"

Draco nodded. "I want to be a healer."

Hermoine sat back, surprised. "Really?" Draco raised an eyebrow at her and she said "I just figured you'd want to do Potions. You're so good at it." Draco shrugged. "Potions can be an essential part of healing. But my interests are more in wand healing." "So that's why you came back to school this year. So you could sit for the exam." Draco nodded.

After dessert they went to a bookstore and browsed the shelves. They both liked to read so they both returned to Hogwarts with a couple of books in their hands. Hermoine thanked him again for going with her and they parted ways.

The next day, Draco was a little worried that Hermoine would start acting like they were friends but she surprised him again. While she was visibly more relaxed, she didn't talk to him about anything other than class. She wasn't rejecting him or being pushy, she was just being normal. It was nice.

But that good fuck session comment kept replaying in his mind and it was annoying. Why did she have to say that? Ever since she said that he couldn't stop picturing giving her exactly that. She was beautiful; one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. He had never thought of her sexually before since they had always been rivals, mostly thank to their parents, but now he couldn't stop noticing the way her skirt would ride up when she sat down and how she was constantly crossing and uncrossing those delicious looking legs of hers. As hard as he tried to ignore it, he was getting weaker and weaker by the day.

Little did he know, she was feeling the same way. Not long after their trip to Hogsmeade, she had overheard some girls in the bathroom talking about him. "I think he's totally hot," one had said. "Ew! He's a Death Eater!" another said. That was when Hermoine had realized they were talking about Draco. She stayed hidden in her stall and listened. "Yeah, he's all like dark and mysterious while still being smart. I like it. Not to mention insanely powerful for someone his age" a third one said. "He killed people!" the second one said. "Well it's not like I'd want to marry him. But if there was like a way to fuck him one night without anyone ever knowing… I would totally do it" the first one said. The trio left then, leaving Hermoine hiding in her stall with new thoughts running through her head. And ever since that day she couldn't stop looking at Draco in a new light. She had never noticed before how attractive he was. Now it was practically all she could think about. Pale blonde hair and silver eyes had begun to haunt her dreams.

And then one day she sat next to him in their last class and muttered "I think I'm going to need another break from people soon" more to herself than Draco. Ron had been pestering her a lot this week because there was a school dance tonight and she kept insisting she wasn't going to go with him. She had been sexually frustrated as it was and overhearing that conversation in the bathroom hadn't helped. Sitting next to the target of her sexual desires in every class didn't help either. She needed to get away. That's when Draco did something he was sure he was going to regret later. He scribbled a note on a piece of parchment and shoved it into her hand before leaving at the end of class. Hermoine unfolded it and her jaw dropped when she read 'If you're still in need of a good fuck session meet me in the restricted section at 10pm. No strings.' Hermoine felt her legs tremble and her underwear dampen at the thought.

Everyone was busy guarding the dance so the library was left unattended. Hermoine didn't even have to sneak in. She entered the restricted section and whispered "Draco?" She walked past a row of bookshelves when she was grabbed from behind and pulled in between the stacks. She let out a little gasp of surprise that was swallowed by Draco's mouth on hers. She opened her mouth to him and he invaded like a conqueror. She moaned, loving it. Her hands dug into his hair and pulled. He shoved her back up against the books and gripped her hips with his large hands. His fingers shoved up her skirt and found their way to her clit.

He let out what sounded like a growl when he realized she wasn't wearing any underwear. It sent a delicious shiver down her spine. He pulled away from her mouth and sucked on her neck as his fingers massaged her. She had never noticed how long his fingers were before. She moaned and spread her legs wider for him. "Good girl," he muttered into her ear. She reached down and felt for him. He was wearing pajama pants so his cock was easy to find since it was already hard. She gripped him through his clothes and he jerked a little with a hiss.

"No you don't" he said as he grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from him. She groaned in protest. "I'm a selfish bastard but I'm not a selfish lover. Tonight is for you." Something inside her chest melted at that even as her body melted for him. She panted as he slipped two fingers inside her and started to pump. While she had been hoping for that cock she had gotten a brief estimation of, he was really good with his fingers. So good she couldn't ask him to stop. His other hand slipped up her shirt and found her breast. She had come braless too which elicited another growl from him. "You came ready for me, didn't you?"

Hermoine could only moan out 'mmhmm' as a response. In less than 10 minutes he had turned her into a hot mess. But to be fair, she had been sexually frustrated for a while now. At this point she didn't care much about dignity.

He pinched her nipple and she let out a higher pitched moan that made his cock twitch. He wanted so badly to bury himself inside her to the hilt and he would but not yet. He wasn't lying; he had never been a selfish lover. He let her peel his shirt off over his head so she could run her fingers and nails down his chest over his abdomen and around to his back and shoulders. Her touch felt so good. He hadn't been with anyone in a long time either and she was making his head spin just with her hands tracing his scars. She wasn't even touching his cock for Merlin's sake! He needed to get a grip. He needed to regain control. He nibbled on her ear as his fingers picked up the pace. "You ready to come for me Hermoine?"

Hermoine was so close. Her chest was rising and falling quickly with her panting causing her nipples to rub against the fabric of her shirt which right now felt like it was made of sandpaper. And when he said her name it sounded so sensual she nearly fell over the edge right then. "Answer me" he growled when she didn't respond. "Yes" she managed to gasp out. He curled his fingers inside her and pumped a few more times and she shattered in his arms with a loud, long, satisfied moan.

Draco pulled his fingers out of her and licked them clean. She tasted like chocolate strawberries. Hermoine saw how desire darkened his eyes to a thunderstorm gray when he licked his fingers. He liked her taste. She didn't know why but she felt a swell of pride at that. As good as she felt coming down from her high of ecstasy, she wanted more. She gripped his cock in her hand again and squeezed. Draco let out a deep moan and his head fell back a little. "Do I get to feel this in me tonight?" she asked. Draco let out a little chuckle and met her eyes. "You keep surprising me, princess. You are a little minx aren't you?"

He pulled her shirt off over her head and sucked on her nipple hard. She moaned and dug her fingers into his scalp but her other hand didn't release its grip on his cock. He grabbed both her wrists and held them above her head so her body was stretched out against his. "You want my cock that bad, princess? I'll give it to you. IF you're a good girl."

Draco saw the desire flash in her eyes. She liked the challenge and the praise. "I'm going to let go of your wrists and you're not going to touch me until I say. Understand?" Hermoine nodded so Draco let her wrists go and took a step back from her. She watched as he slipped his pajama pants off and kicked them aside. She got her first look at him and she felt like she wanted to melt into a puddle. He was so perfect. He was sculpted, scarred and lean like a marble statue. His cock stood erect and proud. It was long and wide and it would stretch her nicely. Her fingers itched to grab it but she resisted.

He let her stare at him for a few moments before saying "Good." He stepped into her but she still didn't move her hands. "You really are behaving yourself. Keep it up." He wrapped his hands around her and squeezed her ass before lifting her up so her legs wrapped around his waist. He wasn't inside her yet but one small adjustment and he would be. She whimpered at the closeness and the difficulty of not making the adjustment herself. Draco chuckled and slipped himself inside her.

It had been a while since she'd been with anyone and he was bigger than anyone she'd been with. He could tell she was tight so he took entering her a little slower than he would have liked to. But once he was finally buried to the hilt, she said his name in a satisfied moan and his control snapped. He pounded into her without mercy and she loved every second of it. He made a lot of deep moans and growls that made her shiver especially when she dug her nails into his back and shoulders. He whispered praises in her ear of how perfect she was, how good of a girl she was, how he was going to make her cum so hard. Every time he said something, it made her walls clench hard around him. She didn't know how he did it; how he knew all the right things to say. When she came it was so intense she screamed and saw stars. She knew he came when he let out a deep moan and she felt him tense up. She could feel the waves traveling through his body as his muscles tensed and then relaxed and then tensed up again. Again she felt a swell of pride that she was able to put him in such a state. He certainly didn't have any trouble putting her in that state.

As they both started to catch their breath and come down from their highs, he slowly pulled out of her and set her on the floor. He made sure she was steady on her feet before he pulled his hands away from her. It felt like a struggle to do it. That wasn't a good sign. This was supposed to be a no strings attached thing. He wasn't expecting it to feel this good; be this intoxicating. They both started to dress themselves. He went to leave but she grabbed his hand and said "Draco?" He stopped and looked down at her. "I know this is a no strings attached thing but… that doesn't mean we can't do it again right?" He smirked at her. "Of course not."

The smile she gave him made him question his decision. She really was beautiful. How was he supposed to resist her? He was a weak, selfish bastard. But if anyone found out they were together it would ruin her reputation. Sure, he had been telling her it didn't matter what everyone said but being seen with him was a whole different level. He'd ruin any girl's reputation. "But we keep it a secret," he said. Hermoine nodded. "Okay." She knew if anyone saw them together everyone would assume they were in a relationship. And this was a no strings attached thing so it was best if they kept it a secret.

Three days and four trysts later, they were both beginning to question themselves on the whole no strings attached thing. They found each other so addictive they couldn't stay away from each other. And while they didn't expect a relationship, it seemed like one was starting to form on its own. They had started to enjoy each other's company before all of this and now that had been intensified by their secret meetings. And now both of them were feeling things that they were trying to ignore.

The worst came a few weeks later. Draco was walking down the hall on the way to the library to meet Hermoine when he heard "Ron, how many times do I have to say no before it gets through that thick skull of yours?" He couldn't see them so they must be around the corner up ahead. He hurried towards it and when he finally saw them his vision turned red. Ron had Hermoine pinned against the wall and was kissing on her neck. "Ron, get off me before I-" but she didn't get the chance to finish. Draco was suddenly there. Ron was pinned to the wall now with Draco's hand around his throat. Draco was squeezing hard like he intended to kill and Hermoine realized he did when Ron's face started turning purple. "Draco, stop." Hermoine started to panic a little. If Draco killed Ron he'd go to Azkaban for sure. Not knowing what else to do, she wrapped her arms around him from behind and said "Please, Draco. Let him go." Draco seemed to think about it for another few moments but the sound of his first name on her lips made him weaker than he wanted to admit. Finally, he released Ron letting the weasel slide to the floor.

He ripped away from her arms and apparated away so fast she couldn't follow. Other students all stood in the hallway and stared at her and the coughing Ron but Hermoine didn't care about any of them. She needed to find Draco. She searched for him inside the school and couldn't find him. She went outside and heard someone say they heard some loud crash in the Forbidden Forest. That was unusual so she headed there.

Sure enough, there he was. Standing in a circle of fallen trees throwing spells at the ones still daring to be in his way. Somehow he sensed her presence because he said "Go away! You shouldn't see me like this."

Hermoine straightened her spine and said "I'm not afraid of this. I'm not afraid of you. And that means all of you."

Draco let out a little laugh. "You know nothing," he spat. Hermoine had been feeling for a while like he was holding something back and she was sick of it. She trusted him with her secrets so he needed to do the same. She stood in front of him unafraid and challenged him fiercely. "Then tell me!"

"I wanted to kill him Hermoine! I STILL want to kill him! I killed in the war and I don't regret any of it! Because I'm not a good person."

"You killed to protect your mother. You became a Death Eater to PROTECT your mother! I wouldn't regret doing any of that either!"

"And what about Ron?! I want to kill him because he touched you. That's not what normal people do Hermoine!"

"Well maybe I don't want normal! Maybe I don't care about normal! I want you because you're not afraid to be who you are! Yes, you have a dark side! You are broody and secretive and it's annoying! But you're also protective and possessive and I love it. You are willing to kill to protect. So am I." She put her hands on his chest and said "In truth, I found it hot."

Draco scoffed at her and took a step back. "You think it's hot I almost killed a guy for touching you?"

She took a step toward him and grabbed his shirt in her fist. "Yes, I do." She kissed him just to prove it to him. She let him taste the hunger she held for him. He hesitated for a moment but then he gripped her hips and picked her up. After all he wasn't a saint. She wrapped her legs around him and deepened the kiss. When she felt her back hit the trunk of a tree she moaned into his mouth.

"You're insane, you know that?" he muttered even as he tore their shirts off.

"I've always thought possessiveness was hot but you're a whole new level. Seeing you almost choke the life from him, I wanted to jump you then and there." She gasped as he ripped her underwear off of her.

Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had always had a darker side to him that he had kept hidden from women. An extremely possessive side that wasn't afraid to kill to get what it wanted. Most would run terrified if they knew but this one liked it? Could she be any more perfect? She was far from the Gryffindor Princess everyone thought she was. Turned out she had a dark side too. And he was the first one to see it. He wanted to fuck her brains out right now. He practically ripped his trousers off so he could bury his cock deep inside her. They both let out strangled moans.

Her back rubbed against the tree bark as he pounded into her pussy over and over and she didn't care one bit. His teeth bit down on her nipple and she let out that high pitched moan that he loved so much. "What would you do if someone touched me?" she asked in between pants.

"Kill them" he growled out. Her pussy clenched around him. She raked her nails down his back. "What would you do if someone kissed me?" "Kill them" he growled out again. Her pussy clenched again. "What would you do if someone tried to fuck me?"

He let out an animalistic growl and latched onto her neck with his teeth, making her cry out his name. "I'd let my wand slowly choke him to death while I fucked you in front of him. So the last thing he'd ever see would be you screaming my name as you came. Because you're MINE." He growled that last word and she came so hard she swore she blacked out for a moment. Draco continued to pound into her until he found his own release and spilled his seed deep inside her. His body suddenly felt very weak so he fell to his knees but he made sure to hold onto her tightly so she didn't hit the ground.

Propped in his lap above him with his cock still buried in her, she put a hand on his cheek and said "Never hide yourself from me." He was still panting. He laid his forehead against her shoulder. "You.. should have been… in Slytherin" he said between pants. Hermoine chuckled and gently combed her fingers through his head. "Well I didn't discover my penchant for possessiveness until Ron." She felt him tense so she quickly said "But his became annoying very quickly because he thought it meant he could tell me what to do with my life. What friends I should have. You're not like that. You're perfect."

Draco laughed and leaned back so he was laying on his back in the dirt. "I don't think perfect is the word anyone should use to describe me."

Hermoine traced the dark mark on his arm. He watched her expression closely but all he saw was curiosity and desire. "I see this as a testament to your devotion to those you love and consider yours. Therefore, I love it." She kissed the mark on his arm and he wanted to have her all over again. If it weren't for all the energy he had used during his fit of rage and then fucking her, he suspected he would already be hard again. He grabbed the back of her head and forced her to kiss him, not that it really took any force. "How can you be so perfect?" he asked more to himself than her. "I'm not. Just perfect for you." Draco chuckled.

"But there's something I don't understand."

"Hm?" he asked as he drew lazy circles on her thighs. "The other Slytherins whose parents were sent to Azkaban… how come they want nothing to do with you? Is it because they're jealous you weren't sent to Azkaban?"

Draco frowned. He had never shared his story with her and she had never pushed. But now she had seen his dark side. And he had seen hers. "Sort of. They suspect I did something to betray their parents in exchange for not being sent to Azkaban."

"Did you?" she asked.

"Yes." He kept expecting her to realize what had just happened and turn and run from him but she never did. Instead she smiled at him gently and said "You don't have to tell me. I don't need to know. Nothing you tell me will change how I feel about you." If it weren't for the fact that she found his darkness apparently extremely sexy, he wouldn't have believed her. But after feeling her cunt clench his cock in a vise grip every time he told her he'd kill anyone that touched her, it made him believe her.

"But I do have a request." Uh oh. He raised an eyebrow at her in question. "We stop hiding."

Draco shook his head. "Not yet."

"Why?"

He sat up so their faces were level. "Hermoine, I will ruin any woman I'm with. Her reputation will go down the drain for being with me. Yours even more so."

Hermoine raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you the one who told me not to worry about what other people think anymore?" she argued.

"Yes, but this is different. People expected me to do the things I did. They just got pissed when I didn't get sent to Azkaban like they thought I would." One day he might explain that to her but not today. "People expect you to do good things. Being with me is not a good thing."

Hermoine shrugged. "Maybe it's time they learned that I'm not the perfect Gryffindor hero princess they think I am."

"It's not just that. You'll encounter animosity from everywhere, even places you don't expect. You could lose friends, maybe even family over this. Not to mention job opportunities. I'm not a muggle bad body. I'm a fucking Death Eater Hermoine. And while you may not care about that, most people will."

Hermoine sighed. She could see his point but at the same time "We can't keep each other a secret forever, Draco."

"How do you know I am what you'll want for forever? Just take some time to really think about this."

"Fine. One month. If I still want to stop hiding after one month we will. Fair enough?"

Draco sighed. "Fine." He rolled her onto her back and kissed on her neck. He had recovered a little; enough for a quickie and his cock was still buried inside her and growing harder by the second.

Suddenly, they heard a voice say "Several students said they heard a disturbance in the forest. Like loud crashes." It was Head Master Mogonogal and a few other teachers! "Shit!" Hermoine hissed. Draco reached out and summoned his wand. It came flying into his hand and just as it did he cast a quick invisibility spell on them and whispered in her ear "Stay quiet. They can still hear us."

Hermoine looked over and saw Professor Mogonogal, Filch and two other professors enter the clearing Draco had created in his fit of rage. "This was created by spells. Someone had a hissy fit" one of the professors said as he walked within inches of Hermoine's head.

Draco pulled his cock halfway out of her before sliding it back in slowly. Hermoine started to moan from surprise when Draco slapped his hand over her mouth. "Did you hear something?" the other professor asked. Draco continued his shallow thrusts and Hermoine struggled to stay quiet.

"Well whoever did this isn't here anymore" Filch said. The four of them headed back towards the castle. When they were out of ear shot, Draco removed his hand from Hermoine's mouth. "Are you crazy?" she hissed even as she dug her nails into his back.

"For you." He pulled completely out of her this time only to shove himself right back in one thrust. Hermoine threw her head back and moaned. His mouth latched onto her exposed throat and he bit down marking her again. Knowing he wouldn't last long this time, he rolled them back over so she straddled him. "Where did you learn how to turn invisible?" she asked breathlessly.

"It was essential for me to be invisible sometimes when I was betraying the Dark Lord."

She found his talent for all things magical incredibly hot. When they were young it always annoyed her that he was as smart as her but not it was one of the things she loved most about him. Hermoine bit her bottom lip and moaned as those talented fingers of his found her clit again. She wasn't going to last much longer with him teasing her like that. "Be a good girl and come for me" he muttered. He was so close but he didn't want to leave her unsatisfied. But he didn't have to worry because seconds later she shuddered and he felt her walls start fluttering around him. He made sure he buried himself deep before he came, filling her up again.

They laid there for a long time before they finally apparated back to their dorms.

/

The month she promised to went by quickly. They continued to ace their classes and to meet in secret. Hermoine sat with her friends during lunch and would occasionally glance over at him and see him looking at her. She had more success at letting go of other people's expectations. When her friends asked her what she wanted to do after school she felt less ashamed about telling them that she wasn't sure yet. And to her surprise, they didn't think it was weird. Apparently some of them struggled with it too. When young girls would come up to her wanting an autograph, instead of feeling pressured to do it she would politely say she was too busy or running late. It was still annoying but it didn't cause that feeling of crushing pressure anymore. So, when the month ended, she told Draco she still wanted to stop hiding.

He still felt like this was a bad idea but also too good to be true. She was too perfect to be true. And he would ruin her. And being the selfish bastard he was, he would love every minute of it.

All it took was a half day of them holding hands in classes and walking to their next class together for word to spread like wildfire. By the time Hermoine made it to lunch her friends were practically bursting with questions. Why him? A Death Eater? Seriously? Are you crazy? Have you had sex? How was it? How did this all get started? She picked and chose the questions she answered. Two of her friends flat out told her they thought she was disgusting for wanting to be with a murdering Death Eater. So she told them they could shove it up their ass.

Two of her other friends, while a little confused and skeptical, were more open to understanding. After all, Draco wasn't the only one who had killed in the war. And he wasn't the only Death Eater who had been pardoned. People were just extra hard on him because of who his father was and because the facts of his case were never published. Therefore, no one understood why he was pardoned. Not even Hermoine.

It was amazing how quickly the other students' outlook on her changed. Almost overnight they went from worshipping her to sending her sneers, glares and talking behind her back. People were so fickle. For the most part it didn't bother her but after three weeks it was just getting annoying. She asked Draco how he handled it and he said "I don't listen to them; I just ignore them." Hermoine sighed. "Must be nice to have selective listening. I wanted to punch this one guy in the mouth so bad this morning. But that would mean acting as immature as he was. It's so frustrating trying to be the bigger person."

Draco chuckled and pulled her into his lap. "Easy my little fireball. You just tell me who he was and I'll take care of it. No need to tarnish your reputation any further." Hermoine seriously considered turning Draco loose on him but she decided to let it go.

Hermoine wanted to write Harry a letter telling her about Draco but Ron beat her to it. She received a letter before she'd had a chance to write one. Hermoine was so relieved to see that Harry didn't seem angry just skeptical and confused. He wasn't even sure if it was true since Ron was the one that told him. Harry and Ron's friendship had been strained ever since Hermoine and Ron and broken up because Ron had been so controlling and Harry wasn't sure if Ron was lying to him to try to make Harry angry with her too.

Hermoine wrote him back that it was true and not to worry that she was happy. She briefly explained that Draco had helped to free her from people's expectations and that while she didn't know why he was pardoned she didn't care. People did desperate things during that time to survive and it was time for everyone to put it behind them.

/

The next two weeks went by much the same and Thanksgiving was approaching. Hermoine and Draco had agreed to tell their parents about each other over the holiday. Since they probably wouldn't be able to see each other during the holiday they decided to skip a day and go to Hogsmeade. They needed a break from all the gossip.

They went to their favorite Cafe and bookstore. On the way back from the bookstore, they passed by a clothing store where she saw a jacket in the window she liked so they went inside. While she went to the changing room to try the jacket on he took a look inside the jewelry case. He had always known that if he was ever lucky enough to have a woman of his own he'd spoil her. It was part of his possessiveness. He wanted to see her in things he had bought for her. He picked out a pair of emerald earrings set in gold that were sure to bring out the green flecks in her eyes. The cashier was rude but that was nothing new. He quickly shoved the box in his pocket as she came around the corner and went to the register. She had insisted she was making this purchase for a special reason so he left it alone.

As they left the store, a cold rain started to fall. It was a quickly passing storm but it was almost cold enough to snow so it wasn't the kind of rain you wanted to be caught in. They ducked into an alley between two shops and took refuge under an overhang until the cloud passed. He had her trapped against the wall between his arms. He looked down at her and saw her staring at his lips. He smirked and kissed her. As usual he demanded entrance to her mouth and she let him in immediately. She dropped her bags so she could wrap her arms around his shoulders. He deepened the kiss and heard a gasp. At first he didn't think anything of it until he heard the sound of a camera snap and felt the corresponding flash.

They pulled apart to find a reporter from The Prophet grinning at them. "Guess who's going to be on the cover of tomorrow's paper? Thanks you two!" She waved and walked away. Draco went to follow her to snatch that camera from her hands but Hermoine stopped him. "It doesn't matter." She said.

Only apparently it did. The next day there were more copies of The Prophet around the school than there were textbooks. All with the front page showing her and Draco kissing and the headline reading "Gryffindor Princess Is Now A Slytherin Slut". Hermoine read the article and wanted to set the thing on fire. Practically the entire article was a lie. The only truth in it was that her and Draco were together. Draco was livid about the article because the whole thing was nothing but slander about Hermoine.

/

Two days later they went home to their parents for Thanksgiving. Unfortunately The Prophet had beat them to telling their parents about each other.

Draco found his mother in the conservatory as usual. "Hi mom." She turned and gave him a small smile. "Draco. I'm glad you're home." He could tell she was upset with him so he went straight to his apology. "I was going to tell you today. The reporter caught us unaware. I'm sorry."

She sat down at a small tea table where a copy of the paper was laid. She looked at the picture again and then back at her son as he sat down across from her. "I just don't understand. Why her? She seems so… goody two shoes for you. You hated each other as children."

Draco chuckled. "Mom, you know better than to trust The Prophet. She's nothing like what they say. She… has a dark side to her too. She could have easily been in Slytherin. She's… perfect for me. I don't deserve her but I'm too greedy to let her go."

His mother smiled softly. "Well I'd like to meet her again. This article doesn't exactly paint a good picture of her. But I'm sure some of that is because of you."

He snorted. "The whole thing is because of me and it's all a lie. I'll bring her to meet you soon."

/

Meanwhile, Hermoine wasn't having as warm of a reception at her home. "How could you do this to us?! You didn't even have the decency to tell us you were disgracing us. We had to find out from the paper!" Her father shouted.

"I was going to tell you today. I wasn't expecting the reporter to see us. And how am I disgracing you? He's a pureblood from an old wealthy family. A strong bloodline."

Her father waved his hand dismissively. "An evil bloodline. He's a Death Eater plain and simple."

"He was pardoned." Hermoine argued.

"And yet no one is allowed to know why. I'll bet all my money it's because his mother bought several of the judges."

Hermoine tried to take a calming breath. "Even so, he's not evil."

Her father pointed an accusing finger at her. "You don't know that. Once a Death Eater always a Death Eater. And I will not have our family line tainted by him. I forbid you from ever seeing him again."

"I'm 20 years old. You can't forbid me from doing anything."

Her father raised an eyebrow. "You think so? You see him again and I'll cut you off. I'll disinherit you until you stop seeing him."

Hermoine glanced at her mom to see if she'd get any support from her but her mother just sat there dabbing at tears on her cheeks. "Fine." She snapped. "Maybe by next Thanksgiving you'll get your head out of your ass. Until then, happy holidays." And she stormed out of the house. She couldn't believe what hypocrites her parents were. Her father couldn't cut her off immediately so she hailed a taxi and paid it to take her to Draco's family mansion 45 minutes away. Suck on that dad.

Hermoine cried tears of sadness and frustration during the ride. By the time she arrived at Malfoy Manor, she thought she was empty of tears for now. Then he answered the door and asked why she was here. The tears started to flow again. He wrapped her in his arms and apparated them to his room.

"Tell me what happened," he said. She sniffed. "They're hypocrites. They say people deserve second chances but they don't really believe it. My father is disinheriting me."

Draco sighed and soothed her. "I'm sorry Hermoine. You know we'll take care of you but are you sure about this?"

"Of course I'm sure. I'm just so angry at them. He's so damn stubborn. And I can't ask you to take care of me."

Draco snorted. "So that's where you get it from." Hermoine threw him a death glare so he just chuckled and said "I was prepared to take care of you anyway, you know that. Besides, it's not like you're not going to pull your weight when we get out of school. I know you. You won't sit at home."

Hermoine smiled a little and said "What about your mom? How did it go with her?"

"She can't wait to meet you so this worked out nicely." Hermoine laughed a little at that.

A little while later, she was dressed in a green lace dress that stopped at her knees. Draco's eyes darkened when he saw her. "Green really is your color." He led her down to the conservatory where his mom waited for them. While Hermoine was dressing he had informed her about Hermoine's parents.

"Hermoine. It's so nice to see you again. I'm sorry it's not under better circumstances." She hugged her and Hermoine hugged her back. "You too. And it's not your fault. Thank you so much for letting me spend the holiday with you."

Draco sat back and watched as the two most important people in his life got acquainted. They loved each other.

At the end of the night, Draco and Hermoine returned to his room. He loved seeing her in his color so much that he fucked her with the dress on the first time. Afterwards he peeled it off of her slowly and then handed her the jewelry box. "I was going to save this for Christmas but after the day you've had I figured now."

Hermoine opened it and gasped when she saw the emeralds. He took them out and she put them in her ears. Now she was completely naked except for the earrings he bought her and it made him hard all over again.

He crawled up her body and caged her with his arms. It made her feel safe and loved. "I'm sorry you lost your parents because of me."

She shook her head. "Don't be. If they truly love me they'll accept my choice."

She kissed him and while he was distracted, she reached between them and rolled her thumb over the tip of his cock. He pulled away from the kiss with a hiss. "You minx." He let her play with his cock while he buried his face in her neck and said "I would burn the world down to make you happy."

She smiled, knowing he meant every word. "But what would you do if someone tried to steal me away?" she teased.

He shoved his cock home in one swift thrust. Hermoine let out a gasp of surprise. "Kill them" he growled. She moaned in ecstasy as he claimed her again.

Afterwards he told her the story of his trial. During the war he had been betraying the Dark Lord by leaving hints to the locations of Death Eaters and their safehouses for the resistance. Professor Mogonogal had defended him at his trial. He was pardoned because of his help. But the records were sealed because they felt it was better if no one knew what he'd done. Hidden loyal followers might try to kill him if they knew.

She thought back on her life at the beginning of the school year and couldn't believe how quickly things had changed. She no longer cared about what other people thought. She had a darker side and she had embraced it. Everyone else would just have to learn how to deal with it. She loved him because he was willing to kill for her and she for him. And he was her equal in every way, mind, body and soul. She could never regret being with him.

Draco curled around her. She was the most precious thing to him. She was completely his and he'd kill anyone who threatened her or tried to steal her without hesitation. She was perfect for him. She loved his dark side even so much so to entice it out of him because she liked how he fucked her when he was feeling possessive. One day soon he would ask her to marry him and then about children. The thought of her belly swelling with his heirs made his arms curl tighter around her. He wasn't worthy of someone like her but he was too selfish to care.

She let out a content sigh and fell asleep in his arms.


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