"I- uh. Don't understand?"

The blonde boy scoffed before standing up to buckle his pants. "You don't have to understand. Get the fuck out of my room."

By the time he finished doing his pants, he heard the brown-haired Ravenclaw flee his bedroom.

Merlin. He muttered under his breath while brushing his hair back with one hand. Draco walked over to his nightstand and poured himself a glass of firewhiskey.

He wanted to drink away the unsatisfying feeling he felt in his stomach. It had been continuously growing. For three weeks.

Every conquest was the same. Their whiny voices. Their desperate eyes. It was all wrong. None of them could even ascend to the brunette witch he had been thinking about for the past three weeks. They didn't have her brunette golden hair. Her wild and unruly curls. Her chocolate brown eyes. He had never been more irritated especially when he got a whiff of anything other than honey and vanilla.

Draco wanted her.

And he had given Granger plenty of time to chase after him. After all, he couldn't always make the first move on her. That's not how he played. Nor what he was used to.

He had no trouble finding the nearest girl that would drop her knickers for him in just mere seconds. But he didn't want to play like that anymore. It was boring. The same routine. But playing with someone like Granger was intriguing. Dark. He wanted someone he loathed. It was dirty and unforbidden. She was the wrong that turned into the right.

He wanted her hands wandering his torso. Her legs wrapped around his waist. And those fucking lips smothered against his.

And whilst he tried to hinder the craving with half the girls in his sixth-year class, they weren't her.

Draco clenched the empty glass in his hands. It was until he heard a knock at his door that he noticed that he had broken the glass against his palm.

Shit. With the wave of his clean hand, Draco opened the door to reveal Blaise.

"For Merlin's sake Draco." Blaise paused in amusement. He gestured at Draco's injured hand. "Don't tell me that's a result of what you did to that poor girl."

He snorted.

Blaise stepped forward into his room. "Teddy and I've grown tired of hearing the devastation that happens in this room every goddamn night."

Draco fumbled around his drawer and wrapped his hand with a clean set of bandages whilst sitting at the edge of his bed.

"So do us all a sodding favor and just shag Granger."

His head darted up. "What the fuck are you talking about, Blaise?"

Blaise snickered. "Oh come on, Draco. We've all seen the death glares you've been shooting at McLaggen this month."

The darker boy smirked before taking a stroll around Draco's larger room. He situated himself on the sofa in the corner, the silver pair of eyes were glued onto him.

"I'm surprised he's still roaming the halls with Granger at his side." the other boy almost muttered to himself.

It did bother him. More than he would ever admit. But he knew the truth. Granger was not hanging around with McLaggen of her own free will. No, she was only doing it to patch her perfect reputation. At first, he thought he would enjoy Granger's torture.

But seeing her near him, with his victorious smirk, would engage Draco in murderous thoughts. It made him wonder about a lot of things.

"You're a real prick in my arse Blaise, you know that?" Draco stood up with his wound freshly bandaged.

"Hey. The cabinet. I just came in to remind you."

Draco fixed his collar before giving Blaise a hateful scowl.

"What are you? My sodding wife? Don't tell me I have to fuck you." His sarcasm was sour.

Blaise had a smug look on his face and tilted his chin to the side to release a sigh. The boy got up from the sofa and dusted himself off before heading to the door.

His hands grasped the handle before he turned to look at Draco with a devilish smirk.

"As much as I love role-playing Draco, I don't do brunette mudbloods."

The door had barely clicked shut when Draco threw his last bottle of the firewhiskey at the dark wood.


It was the third week she spent crying to herself in the girl's bathroom during dinner. And no one seemed to notice.

Every time she passed by Harry in the halls she felt nothing but emptiness. Like she didn't exist. At Prefect dance rehearsals, Ron wouldn't even look her in the eyes whilst they danced for the hour. Like she didn't exist. She couldn't even hold a conversation with Ginny anymore because her best friend would spend all her time snogging or talking about Harry. Like she didn't exist.

Even Draco. He hadn't made a single move on her since that moment in the courtyard. Which bothered Hermione the most. If her sworn enemy wasn't giving her attention, there was obviously something wrong.

The only person she could resort to was Cormac. Who forced her to accompany him for tea and cakes every weekend at Hogsmeade. And most, if not all, their conversations revolved around him.

Hermione had grown thinner and paler in appearance. She hated looking at herself in the mirror. It was only a reminder of her loneliness. So she always dreaded walking up to the sinks and staring hard at her ghostly reflection.

"You know Hermione," the high-pitched voice started. "Your timing is quite impeccable."

The brunette stared at Moaning Myrtle through the mirror and the raven-haired girl frowned next to her shoulder.

"By the time you've finished crying, another girl runs in here bawling their eyes out even harder!"

She was in no mood to pay attention to Myrtle's rambling which she often did. In a condescending tone. And though she wanted nothing more than to snap at the ghost, Hermione knew better than to take out her frustration on Myrtle.

"I've probably had the whole Slytherin house practically meltdown in my stalls these past three weeks!" Myrtle floated up and picked at her nails. Hermione grabbed a towel from the counter and gently wiped her eyes with it before throwing it away. She was heading for the door.

"I'd be crying over sodding Malfoy too."

She stopped dead in her tracks and tilted her head. Hermione once again turned to Myrtle. Would it even be appropriate to ask Myrtle about Malfoy? She hesitated but her curiosity got the best of her.

"Malfoy?"

Myrtle let out a flirty sigh. "Oh yes. Draco Malfoy. He's been quite the heartbreaker nowadays. Well, he always has been since the start of the third year. I do wonder what's going on with him?"

Hermione stayed silent. A part of her was slightly bothered. In the three weeks, she hadn't spoken or even acknowledged Malfoy and he had been doing every girl in the Slytherin house. But why would that bother her? They had no title or relationship she could bridge her annoyance to. It was just there. But she pretended that she didn't care.

Myrtle giggled. "Why don't you find out for me Hermione? We can have a girl-to-girl chat!"

Hermione glanced at the smiling ghost before nodding at her. "Goodbye Myrtle."

On her way out of the girl's lavatory, Hermione folded her hands behind her back and began her path to the Gryffindor Common Room. It was awkward in the dorm with Lavender after her explosion at her and Ron. So Hermione began getting ready for bed at an earlier time to avoid her dorm mates and their chit-chat.

It seemed nowadays that she wasn't just irrelevant, but hated. Her falling out with Harry and Ron was apparent to everyone with eyes. So she wasn't surprised when people like Seamus and Dean stopped greeting her in the hallways.

She was about to reach the top of the steps when she almost collided with a chest. And thankfully the hands belonging to the chest caught her before she was sent flying backward down the stairs.

"Woah! Didn't see you there Hermione. My apologies." Brandt carefully released her from his grip when she was able to balance herself back on her two feet.

She let out a sigh of relief before smiling at her Head Boy. "My fault wasn't looking."

Hermione took the last step up and was about to disappear from Brandt's presence when he called her name again.

"Hermione, could I ask a favor?"

She turned back around and raised her brows at the charismatic Hufflepuff. "What is it?"

"Eleanor caught a nasty cough and can't fulfill her patrols tonight. I was on my way to the Great Hall right now to find the nearest Prefect who would be willing to do it and well," he paused and smiled. "I ran into you."

Hermione sighed and looked down at her feet. She hated night patrols. They were lonely and it made her anxious. But she knew she had nothing to do so she simply nodded at Brandt.

"I could fill in for her."

Brandt's smile grew wider and he let out a sigh of relief. "Thank Merlin for you! You know the usual meeting spot right?"

She nodded and Brandt flashed one more smile before descending the steps. This had to be one of Hermione's lightest interactions with someone in a while. And she couldn't help but be smitten by Brandt's smile.

"So will I be meeting you at ten?"

The brown-haired boy sucked in a wisp of air through his teeth and chuckled. "Draco. You'll be meeting Draco at ten."


Hermione knew she was breaking protocol when she went on patrol without meeting up with her patrol partner. But seeing Draco Malfoy would further worsen her night.

It had been half an hour and Hermione was almost done with her rounds of the castle. She was grateful this night had been quiet without any students lurking around.

In fact, it had been too quiet. As she thought this, her head tilted in the silence that consumed her.

Her neck snapped towards a creek she heard nearby. Hermione's shoulders hardened and she pointed to the darkness where she last heard the noise.

The witch shook her head to alleviate some stray hairs scratching at her neck. The air felt colder once she entered the empty classroom she found unlocked.

She recognized the Charms classroom with its illuminating windows glassifying the moonlight's masquerade over the ebony wood. She walked further into the classroom and lowered her wand after inspecting the emptiness of the classroom. Her brows lifted in confusion, and then rested not a second after a resolution to her confusion.

"Nice night?"

His voice echoed from behind her.

And on cue, there was a slam from the classroom door. Hermione's feet were glued onto the floor. As of three weeks ago, she hadn't interacted with Draco. And though she had mixed feelings about it. The brunette couldn't deny how oddly comforting it was to hear his low voice again.

She cleared her throat. "I'm finished with my patrols."

He chuckled. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. So if you don't mind I'll be on my-" Hermione turned around and got a whiff of his sharp scent.

She slowly raked her eyes up his white buttoned-up shirt and found that devilish smirk prancing on his fair skin.

Draco tilted his chin. "What's the rush?"

She glanced briefly at his intense eyes before flickering them down to her feet. Move away. And so she did. She was in the middle of turning her body away when he stopped her by grabbing her waist.

"Don't touch me." She warned. Hermione gave a few feet between them.

She eyed the blonde boy again slowly. His gray eyes were glued to her.

"Cut the crap Malfoy," she folded her arms tightly against her chest. "And leave me alone."

She watched his fixated gaze transform into a murderous glare. She was not going to stick around for his games tonight and walked right past him towards the classroom door.

Hermione lifted her wand to mutter the spell that would free her from Draco's captivity when she abruptly felt a stabbing in her head. The sensation made her drop to the floor and she clenched the sides of her head with her fists.

She could no longer see the door. Instead, reminisces of Cormac were crowding her thoughts. The way he tried to woo her with his pompous comments about his wealth. His physical touch whenever he squeezed her waist as they walked the streets of Hogsmeade. Or the many attempts where she dodged his lips for her cheek.

It made her feel dirty knowing she allowed him to get this far. She felt pathetic knowing he had this much power over her. And for what? To keep her perfect image stable when it was crumbling along with her friendships.

Hermione groaned in pain as her head throbbed with the shameful memories. And the worst part, she still had some sense of reality.

Cormac began fading into the background and she was regaining her sight. Unfortunately, the first thing she could fully comprehend was Draco picking up the wand that fell right in front of her.

He twirled it between his fingers before tucking it away in the back pocket of his pants. Hermione attempted to reach out in front of her to retrieve the wand, but her head's pain made her delirious.

Draco was bent on his knees and grinned as he watched the girl struggle from her state. He clicked his tongue and waved his finger at her as if she had done something naughty.

"M-M..Malfoy." she got out.

Hermione tried pushing herself off the ground. And to Draco's surprise, she managed to balance on her feet for two seconds before falling again.

This time, he caught her in his chest and brought her back to the floor of the classroom again. He cradled the girl in his arms.

Hermione tried clawing against him with her fists and pulled a button off his shirt. Draco snickered before muttering something the girl couldn't hear.

And soon all she could see was the darkness entrapping her into the arms of Draco.


From a faint distance, Hermione could hear the light chirping of a nearby bird. For a second she speculated it was morning without a thought in her mind.

But as she lay in the cold and eerily silent room, there was no sun seeping through to indicate she had ever reached morning.

Very slowly, her eyes parted open. Unaware of her surroundings, she was cautious and careful. Hermione tried to observe the environment with a centimeter of sight. And what she could make out of it, it was the Room of Requirement.

Her head was still buzzing and suddenly, she remembered why and who she was here with. And just on cue, she heard whistling.

The brunette instantly shut her eyes again and slowed down her breathing. The whistling crept closer along with footsteps. With her eyes still closed, Hermione tried to sense if she had her wand with her. She hadn't.

She felt his presence shadow her. A wisp of cool air brushed her torso and she felt the cold hand caress her cheek.

He silenced his whistling and began clicking his tongue against his cheek. His hand wandered up her ear and brushed her hair out of her face. She denied the fact this little gesture was nice, but she couldn't help but like the tiny attention.

In fact, if her intuition wasn't eating at her, she would've allowed this to go on for hours. Instead, she waited a couple of minutes to shift in her sleep.

He chuckled lowly. "I know you're awake."

The brunette fluttered her eyes slowly before staring up at the blonde goddess before her. His eyes were intense and he didn't take his hand off her.

Hermione knew she was still too weak from the mind-compelling Draco pulled on her, so her escape couldn't be too grand or rapid.

Her hand wandered up her face until she surfaced his. Draco tilted his head at the contact of her small hand, there was even a small smile on his perfect face. Hermione took this chance to analyze where she was exactly. The Room of Requirement had become a mess of a storage room.

She noticed she was laying on a very old couch, probably one from a common room. Draco had sat off the edge of the couch, his body pressed against her lower stomach.

"Get your hands off me."

"Would you prefer McLaggen's instead?" he asked calmly.

She scoffed. Hermione's forehead crinkled and she looked at the emotionless boy as if he were insane. He probably was.

"Is that what this is about? Are you jealous of, McLaggen?" her disdain for the other boy was clearly apparent by the way his name rolled off her tongue.

Draco didn't respond, and his face was still.

"No. That's ridiculous." She said out loud to herself and Draco. "Why would you care if I've been with close with McLaggen? Like what you said, it isn't your problem."

"It is now."

Hermione's mouth grew dry as it parted in shock. She laughed in mockery.

"I don't see how it is." she said as she propped herself up on her elbows.

His response was a playful smirk and he kept raking his eyes over her body.

Hermione was bothered by his reaction and swallowed the dryness in her mouth.

"Why are you doing this?" Her voice was nervous.

Draco, again, didn't say anything. He continued to brush his fingers through her curls.

His silence killed her. She had been ignored all school year. By her friends and peers. She didn't need him ignoring her now too.

Hermione took a deep breath in.

"Please just explain that to me."

He didn't bat an eyelash and reached out for her hair again.

She maneuvered her face from him and abruptly grabbed him by his collar and brought his face close to hers whilst sitting up.

"Draco! What the hell do you want?" her voice quivered this time with a mixture of fear and frustration.

"Oh so we're back to first names now?" he smirked.

Hermione inhaled sharply and only tightened her grip on him. "Answer me."

Draco chuckled again and licked his lips before saying, "Well, if I didn't make it obvious."

He pressed both of his hands into Hermione's sides and flipped her onto his lap. He was leaning against the couch, sitting up now whilst Hermione was now straddling his lap, her legs on either side of him.

"You."

Her hands were still on his collar but very loosely now. Her mouth was parted in disbelief as she looked down at the boy's wandering hands that moved up her skirt.

Before she could start denying his confession Draco moved his hand to her lower back to prevent her from escaping. He held her tightly as he moved his lips onto her ear.

"I told you this was a very dangerous game."

"And I told you I called it quits." Hermione pushed him back with both of her hands flat on his chest. "I'm not some meaningless shag, especially to you."

Draco bit his lip, this seemed to turn him on. He smirked and fondled her sides, making the brunette arch her back slightly.

"Meaningless? You would be quite significant." he shook his head with serious eyes.

Hermione, again, tried to fight her way off his lap but he only held her down, and she accidentally moved her hips against his. She gasped at the contact and bit her lip immediately after to mask her reaction. But it was too late because Draco smirked at her flustered cheeks.

"You're not a quitter, Hermione. You and I both know that." He lurched forward and looked at her from his eyelashes. Again, his hands found her curls and he played with them carefully. "Just one round."

"What?" Her brows furrowed in confusion and she tried slipping from his grip but it was too secure.

Draco brushed her hair from her neck and whispered into her ear. "If you give me one round, you win."

His voice was tickling down her body, making her squirm. She tried pushing at him again but he was like a stone wall. "You're sick."

"We do this." His eyes met hers one final time. "And game over."

The pools of silver intensity practically drowned her. She was entrapped by his stare. He was like a siren cascading from a dark lake. Hermione couldn't handle his eyes and shifted her eyes down her lap.

What if she gave Draco what he wanted? Would it take some burden off her shoulders? Or would it add new ones? It terrified her.

"You can have any girl in this school, Draco." she insecurely looked at her legs before shifting her eyes back at him. "Why me?"

He raised his brow and bit his lip. "Well for starters, I love hearing my name roll off that pretty little tongue of yours."

Hermione rolled her eyes in response and tried loosening his grip from her waist but it was no use. Their bodies were connected and heated.

"There's a fascination about you, Hermione." She tilted her head at him in confusion but Draco only kept his eyes glued onto hers. "I don't think I'll ever understand it."

She saw his fair hands rub her thighs just below her skirt and the brunette inhaled sharply. And very cautiously, Hermione placed both her hands on top of his and stopped his movement.

Hermione wanted to blame everything bad that happened to her and her friends at the start of this school year. Because how did she manage to end up on Draco Malfoy's lap, submitting herself to a sexual favor? And if this favor happened to be a wish that could make all the bad go away, even just for a second, Hermione wouldn't mind it.

Maybe it was something she would never understand either. Something about Draco Malfoy made her feel so vulnerable.

"This. Me…You." She swallowed before flickering her eyes to his large hands that teased her legs. "It'll be all over?"

From her peripheral vision, he nodded.

She could feel Draco's eyes on her even though she was looking down. Her chest was heaving up and down and her breathing intensified. Hermione finally built up the courage to meet Draco's eyes.

She was locked into his silver orbs before manipulating his hands to fish under her skirt. And without hesitation, he clashed his mouth onto hers.

The attack caught her by surprise and she threw herself back before Draco caught her and pulled her into him again. Her hands flew to his shoulders to keep herself steady on his lap.

His hands brushed against the lining of her underwear to push her skirt up. Hermione moaned at the contact and threw her head back. Draco immediately went at her neck and he brought one of his hands to caress her jaw.

"Fuck. If you taste so good already, I can't imagine how you taste down there."

His words made her shiver and she moved her hips against his pelvis, accidentally pushing her core onto his. God Hermione didn't even want to acknowledge the wetness forming at her core.

Draco immediately dropped his hands to her lap again. He pushed her down on him and guided her hips to an oceanic movement. Her eyes widened but immediately shut close again after getting high on the feeling or rubbing against him. It was like riding a fluid wave.

"Draco." She gasped at the first sensations. Hermione had never felt something so intense and pleasurable at the same time. She felt drunk off the feeling after a while as her wave began building up.

Hermione wanted to laugh at the hypocrisy. One minute she was telling him to get his hands off her but here she was on his lap, riding him.

"You're so fucking good." he looked up at her again before attaching his mouth to hers.

It was intense and hot. Draco kept squeezing at her waist which caused the witch to release her light moans into his mouth. He loved feeling the vibration of her moans echo into his mouth.

Hermione felt Draco's hands tugging at her white button-up shirt. And in just a few seconds, all the buttons had been split down the middle to reveal her undergarments.

She paused to look at the blonde boy who was solely fixated on her body. She couldn't help but feel a tiny bit insecure as he inspected her.

Draco's eyes wandered her exposed chest and the skin below it. His hands snaked to her bare back and Hermione arched at the skin-to-skin contact.

His hands massaged her back as he pulled the girl more into him.

"Merlin. You're beautiful." he moaned into her collarbone before trailing kisses along her skin.

With their bodies fully pressed against each other, Hermione's hands wandered Draco's back the same way he did to her.

She couldn't help but smile at the compliment he gave her. But he must've said this to all the girls he's been with.

It was quite hard to pay attention to what she was looking for whilst Draco kept eating away at her neck. She couldn't deny how good he was making her feel right now. It was almost as if he was making up for all the shitty things he's done in the past.

Hermione was reminded of the night she initiated this little game of cat and mouse with Draco. How confident she felt because of how good he made her feel. It was this feeling that got her into this mess in the first place.

But it was undeniably exhilarating.

Draco's praises and the way his body reacted to her unlocked a completely new side Hermione was unaware she even had.

So, the brunette got ahold of Draco's neck with the grip of one hand and pushed him back again so he was staring up at her.

"You want me?" she whispered into Draco's ear.

Her hand caressed his neck, her thumb grazed over his Adam's apple. Her other hand trailed his belt.

Draco looked at the small hand tugging at his belt and smirked. Hermione's heart skipped a beat as he ferociously looked up at her slowly. He was hungry.

"Don't make me beg." he moved forward aiming for her lips.

Hermione teasingly dodged and his breath hit her lips with his mouth parted. She smirked and Draco tried claiming her mouth with his. But Hermione hadn't obliged.

"Fuck, Hermione." He used both of his hands to hold her face and force her lips upon his.

Hermione, with her hand still on the base of his neck, gave it a little squeeze which caused Draco to release a groan.

She arched her back again and slowly began riding him. At this point, Draco was right where she wanted him to be. He was a moaning mess. Her hand dropped from his neck to meet her other hand that was tugging at his belt.

"You're driving me crazy." He murmured into her lips.

Slowly, she unbuckled the belt, feeling him grow harder against her. She moaned at the sensation and her fingers trailed the hem of his boxers. She felt him grow impatient once he began thrusting his body into hers.

Draco kept his focus on the battle happening with their tongues. He had tasted every crevice of sweet vanilla and eagerly searched for more. It was addicting, He wanted his mouth in hers at all times.

The way her body molded into his at every thrust was perfection. This was his peak. She was his peak. She was his perfection.

Hermione knew it was the right moment. She swiftly pulled the wand from his back pocket and bit his lip. When she tasted iron she launched herself from his lap and pointed the wand at the boy.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

The light had barely left the wand before she took off running in the other direction. The Room of Requirement was larger than she remembered and the aisles of junk weren't making it easy for her to maneuver.

But the rush of adrenaline told her to keep going. With her skirt hiked up and shirt completely unbuttoned, she didn't care that she was cold or exposed. She knew she had to get some distance between her and Draco.

She looked down at the wand in her hands, it wasn't even hers. It was his. She was somehow happier that she had his wand than her own. It was her pride knowing she stole something of his.

But her victory was cut short when she heard footsteps race after her. And they were close. Hermione snapped her neck behind and caught a glimpse of Draco running furiously after her. His shirt and pants were unbuckled and his hair tousled as a result of her seduction.

She used his wand to aim at a pile of junk to cut him off. The clattering of metals urged her to take off in a different direction whilst he didn't have a vision of her.

Hermione ran the sharp corner and found herself dug deeper in the maze of forgotten Hogwarts junk. She knew she couldn't run forever but she was out of breath.

The brunette stopped in her tracks to catch her breath but silently placed a hand over her mouth to muffle her exhaustion.

It was silent in the room again and she couldn't sense where Draco was. Until she heard her name.

"Hermione! Come out, come out wherever you are." She heard his voice sing.

From where she was, he was to the left and not too far. Fuck. She needed to find the door. Hermione stealthily walked at a faster speed, fearing that if she ran, her footsteps would give away her location.

"Oh Hermione!" she heard him taunt again.

He was getting close. Hermione was frazzled, the items looked like an endless forest of metal junk. And his whistling was terrifying her.

She panted hard as she searched for the big wooden doors that would aid her in her escape.

Come on. She thought to herself. Hermione adjusted her damaged shirt tighter against herself. She also pushed her skirt back down her waist to cover herself more whilst still moving.

And when she looked back up from her distressed clothing, she saw the two big wooden doors and the black barricades decorating her exit.

But before she could make a run for it she felt the whoosh of metal swing from behind her. Out of instinct, she ducked just in time for the multiple knick-knacks to barely miss her head. She watched them pile against the door before slowly inching her way back to her stance.

Draco chuckled behind her.

Hermione turned around to see the blonde boy standing a few feet away from her, her wand in his right hand and his face twisted with an amused expression.

Her breath hitched at the back of her throat as she watched his finger wipe at the blood still on his lip. He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked the surface of it with his eyes still locked on her.

Then, the tall Slytherin began stalking towards her, very slowly. "Are we still keeping score?"

Hermione mirrored his steps, like predator and prey.

"Because that was one hell of a first point." he smirked.

She aimed the wand at him and Draco mocked her. In fact, he went as far as bringing her wand up to both of his hands, holding the item between his thumbs and index fingers like he was going to snap it.

"Don't!" she frantically pleaded.

"Then come get it." he growled.

Hermione stood there, helplessly thinking of another way to get out. But when nothing was popping into her head, Draco held her wand out in front of her again, but this time he had both fists ready to snap her magical instrument into two.

This was her defeat. She knew her wand was worth more than her ego at this moment.

So, she hesitantly walked over to him with his wand still aimed at him. Draco tilted his head at the girl and twirled her wand in his fingers.

Hermione panted hard. She was still on her toes as she searched his face for any tricks he might pull. She wanted her wand back and wanted to leave. Nothing more. She was done. She was only a few inches away from him when she extended his wand out.

Draco snatched his wand from her and paused. He smirked before holding her wand out for her to reach. And when Hermione grabbed the handle of her precious treasure, Draco pulled it back. She held onto her wand so tightly that she collided with Draco's chest when he tugged it back.

She gasped at the contact between chest to chest. Draco locked his arms around her waist and Hermione frantically fought against him. She gasped when she realized her wand was still in his hands that were holding her.

"Shhh. I just want to talk."

"No! Let go of me! Let go of me, Malfoy!" she screamed hard. She didn't stop kicking him at all costs. Even when he pulled her hair back to the resistance.

She couldn't see anything but the ceiling; Hermione was not going to back down. She needed to fight. So she kept screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Get your fucking hands off me! I'll kill you! Do you hear me? I'll kill you, Malfoy!"

Her body slammed against the surface of the wood. The pain caused her to flinch in silence. Her body had been through a lot tonight. And she could feel every sore now. The brunette let out a breathless sob and shut her eyes closed so she wouldn't have to look at him.

"Hermione. I don't want to hurt you." he said.

She shook her head vigorously though she was very dizzy. "That's all you've been doing! For six years! Don't try to act all good and great now!"

Hermione tried clawing at his hands but he pinned hers above her head.

She opened her eyes and the tears she grew accustomed to pouring out the minute she did. Draco furrowed his eyebrows and loosened his grip as he watched the girl in front of him cry.

"What do you want from me? I played your game and I won't bother you anymore. So.." she trailed off to sniffle and catch her breath. "What do you want?"

Hermione hopelessly looked down as she awaited for the boy to answer. She looked at her skirt that had been manhandled, her tights were ripped in some areas and her shirt was hanging onto her body like a thread.

Eventually, after a few minutes, she felt him release her hands, and he gave a few inches between them so he wasn't directly pressing his body into hers.

With a confused expression, Hermione looked up at him with her eyebrows crinkled. Draco was blank and he followed her eyes.

"There it is," he finally said.

Hermione's mouth parted to say something but she was cut off. His hand outlined her jaw and his thumb traced her lips. She was too anxious to protest and his thumb pressed against her mouth.

"I've made it so fucking simple, Hermione."

She was scared. His monotone voice was as frightening as ever. She was pretty sure he was a psychopath. One minute he's kissing her, the next he's angry and now he's blank. Like he had a restart button.

"Your lips." he softly admitted.

"You want my lips?" she quietly asked, his thumb still pressing against them.

He nodded and trailed his hand down to her neck, and very carefully, he dipped his head down to the nape of her neck where he planted the softest kiss.

"Mm, your neck." his voice tickled her neck and made the hairs on her skin spike.

"M-my u..uh neck?" Hermione closed her eyes. She was astonished by his gentleness and knew she was being manipulated by his soft words.

She was beginning to think she was insane too. Screaming at him one minute and then submitting herself to him another.

His breathing was electrifying her, and she didn't even know it but Hermione was slowly inching her body towards him willingly. Like a slow magnetic pulse.

Her breathing hitched again. She had no more tears to cry but she was so weak and overwhelmed. Hermione knew to admit it to herself now than to drown herself in insanity. Because the more she denied it, the more it was getting to her.

"You're scaring me." she panted.

"Hmm." he hummed.

Draco softly took her waist again and trailed more gentle kisses along her neck. His lips favored up her jaw and found her sweet lips again. He was being slow and passionate. Like he was kissing liquid gold.

Hermione softly placed her hands on his forearms to hold herself up. But she responded to his soft lips that moved against hers.

"Your body." his hands caressed her waist in a tender way.

It was the complete opposite of what just happened not too long ago. And Hermione found herself liking both experiences.

Hermione followed Draco's guidance. The way their lips moved together washed away everything bad. His lips were caressing hers whilst still tasting the sweetness he craved. And she kindly accepted the pleasant texture of his lips covering hers.

She was too caught up in Draco's sweet kiss to notice he was murmuring something against her lips. She only knew to not stop.

"I want every part of you, Hermione." He detached their lips and looked down at her body.

Hermione followed his eyes and noticed her shirt was perfectly pieced back together. And her tights were restored as if they were brand new. Draco's hand adjusted her skirt so that the front was aligned with her front.

Maybe she was brain-fried, but she watched in silence as Draco brushed her hair away from her face. And eventually, his hands came to hold her face. His thumb massaged small circles under her puffy eyes.

It felt so good that she closed them shut to relish the feeling. He was being so fragile with her and the attention she lacked made her forget about all the wrongs he had done.

"I told you this was a dangerous game."

Her eyes fluttered open again. And she tilted her head at his still blank expression.

"Why?" she fearfully asked.

"Because there's always a winner and a loser."

The blonde boy let go of the girl completely and backed away. Hermione noticed the metals blocking the exit were now clearing out. She looked at the clear pathway and then her eyes shot to the ground in realization. Horror clouded her vision just before she started moving her honey eyes to the boy in front of her.

"And you've officially lost." he said with a sinister grin.