Hermione went to the outer grounds.  She felt very apathetic about the day, she felt like being alone.  She wasn't in the mood for the voice that called to her.  "Hey, Mudblood!"

She looked over to see Malfoy's gleeful face.  He was alone to, leaving the two of them near the castle close to the lake. "Go away," she said, continuing her walk. The last thing she wanted was to be near him, as she was certain it was he who lost her everything she had been working for.

"Aw, that's not nice," teased Malfoy.

"Just like you."

"That's not nice either." He seemed to be bored again and he was now walking towards her.  "Why won't Grangy play nice?"

"Oh, shut it, you pig."

He chuckled.  "Grangy is misbehaving.  Not like Grangy, not at all."

"Fine," Hermione said, not wanting to fight once more.  "What do you want?"

"To play with Grangy," he smirked.

"Oh, go play with Crabby or Goalie."

Malfoy frowned and narrowed his eyes.  "What a strange creature this muggle is." He kept talking as if he was observing her like one would examine a disobedient animal.

"Ok," Hermione said, trying to put a stop to this.  But he was very good and answering just right.  "You can have your fun with someone else.  I'm going to ignore you."

"But I want to have my fun with you," he said, following her slowly as she started to walk away.

"Leave me alone."

"Grangy isn't playing."

"Leave me alone."  She waved her hand dismissively.

"Is Grangy having her bad-bad time?"  Hermione didn't stop, furious now at what Malfoy had said.  "I think she is."

"Ok!" Hermione shouted, turning around.  "Leave me alone, Malfoy!  I am not in the mood!"

"That's what I was just saying," he interrupted but she raised another hand.

"Don't you dare talk to me!  Just walk off to the castle and do whatever you want.  There's a guarantee it's allowed.  Go!"

"I don't take orders from you," he smiled, recovering him.  "What, Grangy?" he answered to her glare.  "I'm not doing anything illegal!"

"You CAN'T do anything illegal.  That's physically impossible.  Go away, you-you," she searched for words, "You whore!"

This made Malfoy laugh even harder, taking away the effect Hermione had wanted.  She looked so funny using a word like 'whore.'  "If anyone's a slut around here, it's you."

"What? I haven't touched a boy!"

"Oh, I know which is why you dream about it," he said slyly, bending a bit towards her and cocking his eyebrows.

"No, I don't!"  She stopped.  She was acting just like he wanted her too.  "Oh, you're right, I can't stop it," she said sarcastically, turning and walking away.

"Hermione, Hermione," he said scoldingly.   "When will you learn?  You randy girl."  Hermione paused for a spilt second before continuing, put Draco pushed the subject.   They were closing in on the castle wall.  "If you want I can set you up with someone.  I think maybe Longbottom might take up the offer.  Maybe it'd be the night of dreams if he lives up to his name, his last one I mean."  Hermione didn't get it.  "But maybe…Wealsey would do it.  By 'it' I mean you.  'It', 'you', what's the difference, eh?"

"Ok," Hermione said again, turning around.  She pulled out her wand and pointed it at him.  She started walking away, trying desperately to end their conversation.

Malfoy stared at the wand, than at her, and he smirked.  "Ok.  Loose your Head Girl badge, I don't care."

"I wouldn't not lose Head Girl because of this.  What, with your father changing everything for you as needed, just so he doesn't have a failure of a son."

For some reason he felt a hot pain in his chest.  Oh well, he ignored her last sentence.  He was walking towards her, daring her to curse him.

"Malfoy, I'm warning you."

"Consider your warning ignored." He was coming closer; she glanced behind herself to see how much room there was between her and the wall.  "Cornered, Mudblood?"

"Listen, Malfoy," she said, resentment pouring out of her word.  "Just because you have nothing else going for you doesn't mean you have to resort to DNA as your only weapon, you still have you money.  Guess everything 'good' about you isn't actually you, just your stinking, git for a father."

At that moment, Draco had only been a foot away from her.  He lunged suddenly and as she raised her wand arm into the air, he smashed with on hand and pinned her against the wall, holding down her other hand, and staring at her maliciously.  His narrow eyes were looking straight into her wide ones.  She was shaking with fear, too startled to fight back.  "What would you know about it, you worthless Muggle?  You're not even a witch."

"I have ten times more powerful you," she said incoherently, now struggling against him which was taxing since he was using his weight against her.

"Prove it," he snarled.

"I can't, you're using the Muggle way of fighting."

"What, too rough for you, Granger?"

Hermione squirmed hopelessly, but suddenly there was a face in front of her.  Lips pressed down on hers and, for some bizarre reason, her mouth opened.  There was a tongue insider her mouth, pressing down on her.  She'd never felt this before, not even with Krum.  She was exhilarated with a new sensation. Her body was engaged in something but she didn't know what was happening.  Somebody was pressing against her.

Like jumping out of slow mo, she snapped back and her eyes shot open.  She regained control of her body and threw Draco off her.  Even though she had fought him off her brain wasn't working properly.  Hermione dizzily turned towards the stairs and ran up into the castle and eventually her common room.