"Emotionless"

Addicted Sinner

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A/N: New chapter. Lots of angst (depressiveness, violence, fighting, shouting, hitting, violent.. kissing, perhaps..?) shall be reflected upon my day. :D! Read and review. Thanks.

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Her whole world could come crashing down in less then five seconds. Hermione knew that by now. What she had done was her own fault, also. Getting caught up with.. him. And sleeping with.. Well, it was all her fault. And yet it was all part of his plan. The girl felt used. He always played this game with her - she figured that out in first year. Witty comebacks and insults towards one another while she brought Ron and Harry back down from trying to hex Malfoy. Another battle drawn in a never ending war. But this time it had gone too far.

Hermione Granger was no longer a virgin. If anyone found out she had lost it to her enemy for seven years whom she hated and always would, she would crawl in a little shrivel up and die. One word of this and everything was ruined. So, of course, Hermione had to do something about it. Draco was still getting ready for classes almost fully dressed when she spoke to him.

"Malfoy?"

"What?"

"Are you going to tell anyone?"

"Maybe."

Her eye had a tint of fear and anger to them. How could he think of doing that to her? After all he already had done?

"You can't"

"Who says?"

Silence. He was right. She diden't have any power of him. She coulden't try to stop him.

"What would your father say?"

Now it was his turn to be silent. Darkness cast over his gret eyes as he glared at her.

"I don't care what he thinks. I got what I wanted. That's all that matters. I would think you'd be more happy though, Granger. Loosing it to your enemy and all." He smirked. The feeling of wanting to punch him came over her again. Malfoy slowly moved over to her though, while she pulled up the covers a bit more. He leaned in by her ear, not quite kissing her, but good enough.

"Lets make a deal, shall we?"

"What kind of deal?" her voice was low and slightly raspy from emotions coming her once more. Onces she diden;t want at the moment.

"I don't tell anyone, you don't tell anyone."

She sneered at him. "Why would I?"

He made a small tsk sound with his tounge and smirked once more. "Now now, with an attitude like that I might just have to tell someone. You know.. you can't reallyhold something like this in that long.."

Hermione thought about it for a moment, hestiating then nodding her head. "Alright. Fine. You don't speak of it. I don't. None of this ever happened."

He nodded back and opened the door for her. She sat there, silently wondering how to get out of the room without the covers. "Take it with you," he mumbled. "If it has your filth on it, I don't want it anymore."

Slowly Hermione left his room, jumping up a little when the door slammed behind her. Everything was back to normal now.. right?





Stepping into the Great Hall for breakfast, not many people were there so far. 'Still early, probably' she thought as she sat down. "Hello, Ron. Harry" she smiled towards the boys but they frowned at her. What was wrong with them?

"You guys.. whats wrong?"

Ron turned away slightly while Harry stared at her.

"Nothing. Why?"

"You two aren't responding to anything I'm saying for one. And two, whys Ron acting like that?"

"What were you doing last night, Hermione?" Ron asked turning back around.

"I was studying, I told you."

"Was that all?" Hermione hated lying to them. But she thought saying: "No-I- screwed-our-enemy-last-night-but-just-us-four-know-so-don't-tell-anyone- else" diden't seem like the right thing to say at the moment.

"Well?" he repeated. "Was that all?"

"Yes, Harry. That was all. Trust me. If something happened you know you two would be the first ones I tell." A nervous smile crossed her face. Ron's face looked more realaxed, as did Harry's.But she coulden't help wondering if they knew or not.. And there was only one way to find out. "I'll see you guys soon, I have to go.. somewhere for a bit." She waved slightly and ran off leaving a confused Harry and dazzed Ron behind.

"You think somethings up with her?" Ron asked.

"Maybe. We should probably go follow her and see." Harry suggested.

"Right." And with that, they were off in search of the girl.





"Malfoy!" she yelled, running up to the blonde boy who had a surprised look on his face.

"What now, you Mudblood, If this is about last nigh-"

"Did you tell anyone?! Like Harry or Ron?! Anyone at all??"

"Of course not, you idiot. We made a deal, remember?"

"How can I be sure you diden't tell anyone?"

"How can I be sure that - you, Ms. Granger - diden't tell anyone, Hmm? Oh! That's right! You woulden't now would you?" a mix of hate and agony shone from his eyes as he looked to her. She grabbed a bit of his robes pushing him against the wall, but not fulling pinning him there.

"Look Malfoy. This isn't something to be played around with, alright? If you-" she started but his voice intruppted her.

"If I.. what.. Granger? Do you keep forgetting what can happen if either one of us tells? I'd honestly wouldn't give a damn - and most likely would get some type of award for fucking you, and all - but I'm sure you couldn't take the stares and rumors behind your back, now would you..?" the last three words came out more harsh then he intended but she seemed to get the message. Before Hermione knew it though, her back was against the wall and his hands her grabbing her robes.

"And if you ever.. Ever, think of threatening me or trying to ever again, I swear I will kill you in your sleep. Don't think I won't hesitate to, either. One little thing, Granger and you're-"

"Hermione!!" another voice called. It sound like Harry's. What the hell was he doing here?

"Let her go, Malfoy!" And Ron was right behind him. 'Oh, damn..' she thought glancing nervously at them.

The blond looked at the two boys as a small smirk crossed his face. "Hmm.. I don't think so, Weasel. I actually think your girlfriend here enjoys being held up against her own will, don't you Granger?" he looked to her and her eyes narrowed.

"Go to hell, Malfoy." Hermione hadn't realized what she had just told him to do though. Eyes going wide, she started to fix what she had said so nothing more of the Head's little secret was spilled but it was too late.

"Oh really? That's not what you were screaming last night in my bed." Another smirk crossed his face wider this time. The girl glanced to Ron and Harry - her heart sinking when she saw their reactions. Faces with a frown and disbelieve written on them.

"Hermione..?" the red head whispered. "Hes lying right? Tell me that bouncing ferret bastard is lying. You didn't sleep with him, did you?"

A loud sigh escaped her lips as all the built up anger and frustration came loose. She started to hit (or try to) Malfoy in the chest with her fists making little damage. "I hate you!" she yelled while he couldn't help but laugh and glare at the other two. "Seems Granger's got a temper issue. Maybe I can help solve that problem for her? Teach her a lesson?"

The two now looked utterly sick and angry. Harry was staring at her, just mumbling 'No' while Ron turned and started to walk away shaking his head slowly. How could she do this to them? To him, even?! After all the three of them had been through..

"Come on Harry, Theres nothing we can do now." he said, glancing behind his shoulders. Harry sadly nodded and followed his friend while a crying and distressed Hermione fell into her enemy's arms.

Tears fell to the stone floor and soaked into both their robes as she continued to sit and remember. Draco just stared above her, a frown on his face. "I don't get what they mean to you anyways. All they are is 'The-boy- who-lived' and his brainless sidekick. I don't see where you come into the picture.. But then again, why would I care?"

Brown eyes filled with hate glared up at him. "That's right, Malfoy. Why would you care about me or my life? You've just made the only two actual friends I have disband and leave me here with YOU! And I hate you for it. I hate everything you've ever done to me." Slowly the tears subsided as she stood and walked off not giving any notice to the blonde still standing behind her.



He had fucked things up royally for her and everyone else. And was actually enjoying it. 'That bastard..' Hermione thought as she walked into her class that day. Ron and Harry were sitting together not giving notice to her when she walked by. 'Why would they?' she asked herself and sat down in a desk near the back hoping someone would either not sit by her or would. 'I've lost them now..' her thoughts drifted back through the years and all the adventures they had together - when a loud voice boomed through the classroom.

"Ms. Granger!"

Looking up, she saw the face of one very mad teacher.

"Are you paying attention or day dreaming?" she asked.

"Uh.."

"Twenty points from Gryffindor, Ms. Granger. And you all can thank your fellow Head girl for loosing you points." An evil smile crossed the Professor's face as a few students turned around to glare at her or give her awkward glances.

What was wrong with everyone? Harry and Ron couldn't have told anyone.. Could they?

Another feeling of sorrow and despair came over her as she put her head down and closed her eyes - not caring anymore. All she wanted was her friends' back. Malfoy dead and gone. And her life back to normal. But what the certain Slytherin had up his sleeve was far, from that.

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A/N: That okay? o.o; Its about three pages long or so and I have to get to bed. :x Umm.. R and R.. You know the drill. Maybe some more R stuff in the next chapter. Depends on how I feel. Thanks again.

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