Authors Note: Sorry no lemon in this chappie, I thank all you guys who reviewed I feel so fucking loved, and to all you peeps who suggested a game of cat and mouse, just wait for it, all should be revealed in this chapter, and majorly determined to write to new chapters today, only be cause my bestest buddy in the whole wide world, got me the The Distillers CD, that in it self if giving me a lot of creative input, im kinda disappointed in the lemon in the last chapter, so I might repost it, I don't know yet.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing but a toaster and my EX-boyfriends penis. (Can you hear his screams of pain? Males are asses, asses are males)

Chapter Eight

Hermione writhed uncomfortably in her bed, not being able to sleep at all, as thoughts of earlier encounters flew through her mind. She didn't know what she was doing, and she didn't care, all she wanted was him inside her. Slow yet steady tears fell down onto her pillow, whilst she cried in anguish.

"Virginity is so overrated anyway"

Ginny stood in her non-existent doorway, about ready to cry herself, Hermione had already spilled her heart out to her, and no matter how angry she was she couldn't help but feel for her best friend. Her witty remark was only met by more tears, bringing Ginny closer to Hermione's broken form.

"Hermione it'll be ok, don't worry I wont tell anyone"

The thought hadn't even crossed Hermione's mind, and even more tears came forth, knowing very well that there was no way the coy Slytherin would keep his mouth shut.

"And the bet thing with Ron? That was even low for him!! How could he do that to you?"

Ginny was absolutely thinking about her asshole of a brother, as she slowly stroked Hermione's hair, hoping to sooth he friend's nerves.

"What happened to him?"

Ginny though aloud, wondering what had happened to the shy temperamental and all around nice guy her brother used to be, she sighed in frustration, getting up from her sitting position on the bed, softly kissing Hermione's forehead, offering a sad smile.

"Goodnight Hermione"

"Night"

Hermione couldn't do anything but smile back. Sealing back their jagged friendship, she hugged Ginny tightly silently thanking her for her promise of silence, before letting Ginny go. 

She fell asleep fairly easily, almost forgetting about the bay that slept only a wall away from her.

But he was in a completely different position, taking in a complete mood of nonchalance, when Hermione had left him, Draco had returned to the school with a determined promise to himself, he picked up the nearest virgin he could find, and wooed and seduced her into his bed.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Draaaaaaaaaco!!"

He grinned silently, thrusting in and out of the girl's tight pussy, only caring about his own enjoyment, he came ferociously spewing all himself inside her, and she just about came again. He pulled out in exhaustion. Marveling at the talents of the devirginized Hufflepuff, surprisingly she was ready for more. She gingerly slipped a hand on to his still rock hard member and guided her mouth to it, not being able to see very much in the dark.

He smiled in satisfaction, as she swallowed all 12inches of him whole.

Who needs a mudblood when you have this?

The next morning Hermione woke up feeling refreshed and unashamed, a full nights sleep preparing her for an encounter with her devirginizer. She mad a bee line for the bathroom, before he was even awake, and was dressed and prepared for class as usual, with a little changes here and there of course.

Her silky soft hair fell in waves past her shoulders and down to the small of her back, framing her heart shaped face exquisitely. Her skirt was mush shorter, seeing as though this year Hermione had decided to finally wear clothes her own size, for the good of mankind as Ginny had put it. Her robe fit her voluptuous figure perfectly. All in all Hermione was quite changed.

She walked out of her bedroom confidently, ignoring the small voice in her head pleading her to go and cower back into her room.

And with what she saw in the common room she almost wished she and listened. Draco lounged lazily on one of the velvet couches, fully dressed with his new broomstick right next to him, and on top of him, caressing his 'package', lay an unrecognizable Hufflepuff, moaning in pleasure as he undid her bra.

She was about to scream in disgust, when she painfully realized that she had been in the same position only a few hours ago, and instead, as a wave of shame drowned her, she put on a straight face, walked right past the couple, acting as if they didn't exist.

The girl gave a loud squeak of surprise as she noticed Hermione's presence, and quickly jumped of off Draco much to his annoyance, she almost groveled on her knees, when Draco glared at her unmercifully, as he signaled her to leave. She scurried out of the portrait hole as Hermione swung it open ready to depart herself.

"Granger"

He greeted her normally, as he made his way to her side, the portrait door swung shut, as if reading his mind.

"Malfoy"

He almost cringed at the acid in her voice, gazing at her lustfully.

She recognized the darkness in his eyes immediately, and took a step back just for protection, not even daring to think about a reoccurrence of what had happened the day before.

But he followed her, his hands establishing her waist as their home, his forehead resting against her own.

"Let go"

Her voice, was curt and icy, bringing back the memories he had enjoyed so much back to him. He only smiled and leaned forward, capturing her lips in a kiss.

She threw herself out of his arms, not before striking him across the face, leaving a small imprint on his otherwise porcelain skin.

"Stay away from me Malfoy"

She warned dangerously, her hands resting self-assuredly on her wand, he stared at it for a second, and sighed still smiling.

"You're mine, Miss. Granger, did I not inform you of my current situation, and just to warn you, I never lose a bet, especially not to the Weasel King!"

She snarled, as he said this and millions of images of her in different positions with that same exact snarl on her face, but for different reasons, flickered through his mind, sending electrically currents down to his manhood.

"You can both go to hell"

And with that she disappeared out of the portrait whole, once again leaving him alone to brood.  He growled in anger, a hand coming up to rub his now bruised cheek, he threw himself onto a chair, running a hand though his blonde hair.

The bet was bullshit and he and Weasel both new it, it only came about via many bottle of beer and a random shot of Vodka. He didn't even remember what he was doing that night, and wouldn't even had remembered the bet he had made, if The Weasel King himself hadn't reminded him.

To his own vivid dismay, he suddenly realized, he wasn't by any means doing this for the money, what in earth did 100 galleons mean to the richest kid in Hogwarts? He was doing this for her.

He actually wanted a mudblood!!

All rationality's, and logic flew away from his mind, as an evil smile crept on to his Adonis like features.

Then he was going to get one!!

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