Chapter 4 "Twisted"

Hermione rushed after her best friends. "Harry! Ron! Wait! I know what I said was cruel! Please, I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?" She yelled frantically. "Go ahead mate. I'll sort this one out." Harry said to Ron, who nodded and jogged ahead to catch up with Parvati. "Harry, what I said...I didn't mean it." Tears welled in Hermione's eyes. "I know. It was the pumpkin juice talking. Dumbledore was FURIOUS! He's trying to find out who did it." Harry said gently. Hermione sighed. "They still don't know who did it?" Hermione said sadly. "Well...not really. But I know who!" Harry leaned in towards Hermione's ear. "I did it." H whispered softly. Hermione gasped and backed away from Harry. "Wait! But it wasn't for you. It was for Draco. I thought maybe if Draco wasn't able to perform his duties as Head Boy, they would make ME head boy!" Harry's voice was escalating. "But...why?" Hermione was afraid of this new, power-hungry Harry. "Why else but to be with you! I couldn't believe how blind you were to my love! I've wanted you since day one!" Harry advanced towards her and tried to kiss her. His lips were metallic against hers. Hermione choked as he tried to shove his tongue down her throat. Her wand fell to the floor, and Harry kicked it out of her reach. "You're mine!" He snarled, trying to take of her shirt. He bit her neck hungrily. "Irascavoe Terpintwalia!" Came a drawling voice. Harry fell to the floor, stiff as a board. Draco stood at the end of the hall, smirking. Hermione burst into heaving, sobbing tears. Suddenly, Draco had a flashback of a letter his Uncle Jacoby had sent him.

Draco, M'boy,
I'm sorry 'bout your mum and dad. Narcissa was a right good witch, she was. I only wish she told you sooner. But it's me job to tell ya anyway. Your parents never really loved each other. Your father raped Narcissa in their last year together. They had been close friends. Narcissa became pregnant with you, and out of kindness your father married her. She changed herself to please him, dying her hair blond and ordering those blue muggle whatchamacalits. Oh, yes. Contacts. After she had you they never "did anything" again, if you know what I mean. Pity your mum died as soon as Lucius was put in Azkaban. He was a nasty bugger, your father. I'm sorry, mate.
Uncle Jacoby.

The letter really didn't shock Draco. He had known, deep down. That's why he pitied Granger. He loved her... What are you saying? She's a mudblood! Came that nasty voice. Draco paid no mind and walked over to Hermione, still sobbing. "Come on. Let's get you to our room." He said in a surprisingly gentle tone. Hermione nodded. They walked slowly up to their room. After they had both closed the curtains on their four poster beds, Hermione asked, "Why? Why did you help me? Why aren't you being your usual mean self?" Draco sighed and pulled back his curtain, only to see a red-eyed Hermione propped up on her pillow. "Because I finally realized life is too short. To put it in simple terms." Draco said quietly. Hermione rose from her bed. Draco saw she was only wearing a maroon silk teddy. She sat down on the edge of his bed. "Is it because of your mother?" Hermione said soothingly. "How-how did you know about my-?" Draco stuttered. "I read the letter, and I'm sorry. I found it in the snow. Please forgive me." Hermione pleaded. Draco nodded. "I'm actually glad you know." He whispered. Suddenly, on impulse, Draco grabbed Hermione's waist and kissed her hard. A soft moan escaped her throat. Her teddy slipped off and Draco inseted 3 fingers in her. Juices soaked the silk sheet as Hermione panted frantically. Soon, they were entwined in each others legs, moaning.Draco was in her and thrusting away madly. The bed creaked as it shook. "Oh, Draco. Dra-dra-dra-dracooo" Hermione screamed.