Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot…if there even is one, but one of these days I will give Mrs. Rowling a call and beg to the gods to own Draco Malfoy. Yummy

SPOILERS! Book 5.

The Sweetest Sin

 Hermione trudged up the stairs to the Transfiguration room with Harry and Ron right behind her arguing about the Chudley's again, she never understood Quidditch all that much, it was a blast to watch sure, but the competition part she could care less about, like the muggle American sport football, she absolutely adored it, she smiled as she remembered Sunday afternoons with her mom and dad sitting on the couch in the living room watching the American sport on satellite, he dad use to get really into it, since he had come from America himself, apparently his favorite team with the New England Patriots, her dad was vexed when some dude Bledsoe got traded to keep someone else named Brady.

 She tensed again and the smile vanished when she remembered she was thinking of the man that- she couldn't think about it, she took a seat in the front as usual and took out parchment with a quill, ready to take notes.

 Harry and Ron sat behind her still bitching about which Chudley is the best player, until Professor McGonagall came in and gave them a glare that could knock out a dementor, she flipped over the board to reveal an easy 2 feet worth of parchment.

 Hermione quickly started on them and was the first to finish, but re-wrote them to make them readable, she skimmed over to make sure there were no mistakes, then read them and memorized as much as she could before the class was over.

 Herbology then lunch, she sighed as she made her way across the wet grass to the greenhouses, in the middle of Harry and Ron, but oblivious to them because they were still arguing, she wanted to elbow them both in the stomach, but she refrained, instead she let out an audible sigh and sped up in front of them.

 "Today we will be experimenting with the pink and periwinkle cactus," Professor Sprout announced to the class as she walked in with little pink and light blue cactus's following her in. Hermione put her hand to her mouth and giggled, they were so cute!

 One of the little cactus's tripped over one of the flowers that was hanging low on its stem and it squeaked as it hit the dirt, all the other cactus's rushed back squeaking and helping it up, sometimes falling over as well, Professor Sprout looked back, "Oh dear, they are still young so please be gentle, come pick one up for you and your partner," Professor Sprout said chuckling a little watching them as the students came and scooped up the cactus of their choice.

 Hermione came back to Harry and hers bench with a squirt of a cactus with blue and pink flower buds on its few stems, when she set it down on the table it squeaked at the sight of Harry and rushed back to Hermione's hands.

 "Aww, Harry you scared her!" Hermione said holding it in the palm of her hand and smiling at it, Harry sighed and put his chin in his elbows and just looked at it as Hermione tickled its stem and it let out a little baby kind of giggle and he smiled a little.

 "Here Harry, put your hand on the table," Hermione said, he did as he was told and lay his hand flat on the table palm up, she put the cactus a little bit away from it and nudged it in its back a little to coax it to his hand, hesitantly she stepped onto his hand and it lifted its stem's and giggled the giggle again.

 Hermione, Harry and Ron walked back up to the castle for lunch after Herbology, she made a face as her shoes squelched in the wet grass, she groaned, yuck. She looked at Harry and Ron with a frown as they got once again on the discussion of Quidditch, except now they were arguing about when practice was going to start again. She mumbled an "I'll meet you in the great hall," and set off for the head common room to drop off her books and get others, she opened the door and flung herself on the couch and let out a half groan half sigh, she was already exhausted.

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 Draco walked into the common room to exchange books before lunch and found Hermione fast asleep on the couch, he took the blanket from behind the couch and put it on her then grabbed his books and left for the great hall.

 He was halfway down the hall when he realized he grabbed the wrong books, he cursed and turned around to go back, and stopped, the picture of Hermione and him with their mothers was changed, it was split in two sort of, with Draco's family on one side, with his father, and Hermione's on the other with what he presumed as her father, and Hermione and Draco on the floor, looking almost as old as 5 year olds.

 He noted the not as happy faces on the mothers and the glowering Lucious, and the pissed Mr. Granger, he frowned as well, they were all happy when it was just the mothers, then he realized that was always true, his eyes open wide and stepped up closer to the picture and noticed a bruising mark on Hermione's upper arm shaped like a hand, he then looked up at her father, glaring death at her, something wasn't right about that man.  

 No father stares at their own child with such hate, except his of course, he said the password and walked back into the common room right to Hermione who was still sleeping on the couch, he nudged her shoulder a little, she fluttered her eyes open and looked at him, he did not look all to happy at all.  He remembered that time near the Leaky Cauldron when he found her and she said the man was her father.

 "What's the deal with your father, Hermione?" he said very seriously, which shocked her for more then two reasons.

1. He said her name

2. How did he know about her father?

 She just stared at him for a good few seconds, then he noticed her eyes getting watery, he sat down on the couch and gathered her in his arms as she silently cried, he chanced a look at her upper arm, and as he thought, the hand mark was still there.

 He held her out and wiped the tears off her cheeks with his thumbs.

 "Tell me everything," he said to her, she sniffed then sat back on the couch and wiped her eyes on her arm, looked at him, and realized he was totally serious, took a deep breath, and explained.

 "He never liked me, I was just a mistake, something to save the marriage, but it didn't it hurt it even more, he started abusing me when I was about 3, t-then molesting me around the age of 7, a-and then raping me at 12, my mother found out 2 years ago after 5th year ended, and he got sent to jail with charges of child molestation, and got out this past summer from some unknown source of bail, he started contacting me before this year started a-and that's all I guess," she said wiping her eyes and cheeks again with her sleeve.

 Draco looked at her with his mouth agape a little taking it all in, then did the first thing that came to mind, he kissed her, and surprisingly she didn't resist, instead she put her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, she tasted like salt from the tears, but underneath that was her taste, strawberries.

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 Hermione's thoughts and fears flew away when he kissed her, then came crashing back a little too fast for her liking and she pulled back and looked at him, they were both breathing hard from the kiss.

 "Why did you do that?" she asked sitting back against the couch and catching her breath, he shrugged a little, she looked at him and him at her and they both just smiled, then he leaned in and kissed her again, still smiling.

Sorry! But not really, I had writer's block and I'm a sucky author and I was bored tonight so there it is! Review or not I really don't mind because this is just for fun for me and hopefully good for you too! 3