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Last Chapter Summary: We find out what happens to Draco, and Hermione re- unites with Ron and Harry, although they are acting a bit secretive.
Author's Note: I think I was daydreaming... but I figured out the rest of the story. How it's going to develop and how it's going to end. Boy, I really hope you guys like it! I just have to figure out how I'm going to transfer my thoughts on paper and what details I'm going to fit in it.
'Hmm, maybe that's what they were so secretive about back at Gringotts.' Hermione mused. She had waved to at least 3 people but didn't stop to chat. She wanted to get up to the train and see who her future roommate and Head Boy would be! (The Head Boy and Girl roomed together, shared a common room, and had their own bedroom; it was common knowledge of Hogwarts). In her letter, it had stated that the Head's compartment was situated at the front of the train, right in front of the Prefect's compartment. She loaded her heavy trunk onto the train and dragged it towards the front. When she entered the compartment, she noted it was slightly smaller than the other compartments, probably because it was meant for two people as opposed to fitting as many people as it could. It appeared empty so she thought aloud, "Great, I'm the first one here. I wonder when Ron will arrive." She turned to lift her trunk onto the seat but quickly spun around upon hearing the door crash closed and the lights dimming. "What the fuck?!" She exclaimed as she turned around.
Draco Malfoy was standing in the compartment looking at her with the utmost gaze of detest.
"What the fuck, Malfoy! Were you hanging from the ceiling or something," Hermione asked rhetorically as she backed away over to the door. She pulled her want from her back pocket very slowly so he wouldn't notice. He would sure be mad from their last encounter.
"No, Mudblood, but that would have been a lot easier than acquiring an invisibility cloak," he said calmly as he point to the silvery, flowing fabric he threw onto the seat, "I suspect you had a good summer."
"It... it was fine, I went to France with my parents and I, PROTE—" "Accio Wand!" Draco interrupted as her wand came flying into his hand.
A look of horror crossed her face, without her wand she was quite useless. She bolted to the door only to find out that it was locked.
"Surely you didn't think that our unfinished business would remain unfinished, mudblood," Draco drawled.
'He didn't mean that he was going to finish it, was he? OH MY GOD, DRACO MALFOY WANTS TO RAPE ME, CALL THE POLICE, THE ARMY, THE NAVY, THE AIRFORCE FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!' Hermione thought frantically.
"What do you mean by that, Malfoy," she practically spat out his name. "Ouch, Granger, don't be so nasty. You wouldn't want to get on my wrong side...although, what you did at Diagon Alley... heh, there really isn't a chance of you crossing back over to my good side," he said, his eyes hardening.
"Heh, heh, about that, Malfoy, err... It's a funny story, really. You'd laugh, I swear," he was advancing on her, "you see, the thing is, heh, really, really, truly funny..."
He couldn't help but smirk at her, watching Hermione Granger fumble for words was something he wouldn't have dreamed of seeing. His smirk was actually slowly changing into a smile when he stopped himself. 'Was I really just about to smile at the mudblood?!' Draco shook his head back and forth a couple of times before focusing on what he had to do. 'Focus, Draco, Focus," he thought, arranging what he was going to do in his mind, 'she fucking pants'd you! You must seek revenge! You are a Malfoy for god's sake!'
"Malfoy, please," Hermione trembled in fear. He actually felt sorry for the mudblood before remembering how hard and humiliated she made him!
"Granger." He said shortly with a dead serious look on them, he felt that that was all he had to say.
He pushed her into the seat while getting on top of her, forcing his lips onto hers. He forcefully pushed open her mouth with his tongue and began fighting against hers. He thought that she was obviously trying to push him off of her, for she was battling just as hard with her tongue. He pinned her arms on either side of her onto the seat so she couldn't move and took complete control over her. She would be lying if she said she didn't like it. She was actually getting into it when he pinned her arms down to the seat. She snapped back to reality (A/N: oh, there goes gravity...) and felt herself in a losing battle, she felt completely helpless.
'How could I be enjoying a kiss with Draco Malfoy? Sure, he is the well known sex-god of Slytherin, and of therefore the school, but this was Draco MALFOY for crying out loud!' There she was, lost in thought again. She didn't even feel him slip her skirt off. She noticed though, when he started rubbing his hands along her outer thigh. She almost moaned, she was trapped between pleasure and disgust.
"Mm— no! MALFOY! STOP!" like I said, she almost moaned.
"Not until I get what I need." He said before continuing to kiss her forcefully.
'IS HE SEROIUSLY GOING TO FUCKING RAPE ME?!' She didn't even know what to think anymore. She felt him reach for her panties. 'Oh my god.'
He wrapped her legs around his middle and lifted her up still kissing her.
They heard a knock on the glass door.
"Mr. Malfoy? Miss Granger? Are you two in there?" It was Professor McGonagall.
"Malfoy," Hermione said in a hurried whisper, "we are going to get in so much trouble!"
"You're right," Malfoy said. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he kept kissing her. Hermione was so shocked she could have fainted on the spot. He let her down on the floor by her feet, her skirt and panties were off and thrown on the other side of the room. As soon as he let her down, they heard Professor McGonagall say, "Are you two in there? I'm unlocking this door!"
They heard a swish of her robes which meant that she was taking her wand out. Draco binded Hermione's feet to the floor and pushed her so her hands were touching the floor too, he binded these to the floor as well. So there Hermione was, with her naked back (and more) bent over in front of the compartment door entrance. She was completely horrified, while Draco Malfoy threw her panties, skirt, and wand towards the other side of the seat, he hurriedly took out a magazine and opened it up to the middle section. Within seconds, he looked so immersed in his magazine that he must have been reading for ages.
"MISS GRANGER!" Professor McGonagall was outraged and her eyes bulged out of her head. "Hermione! What the bloody hell are you doing!? Show our professor some respect!" Draco looked up and pretended that it was the first time before he was aware to what Hermione was doing.
Professor McGonagall turned away to cover her eyes and said, "That will be enough, Mr. Malfoy. Miss Granger, if you would so kindly... put some clothes on."
"I...can't." Hermione was so humiliated.
Draco muttered the counter curse to unbind her while Hermione was struggled to free herself manually. She was caught off track by the sudden lift of the spell and her trying to pull free caused her to fall backwards into Professor McGonagall.
"Miss Granger!"
"Professor! I'm so sorry, I--," she shot Malfoy a look. She could easily rat him out but she wasn't a snitch (A/N: She barely even liked Quidditch!), "I don't know what came over me."
Draco looked shocked that Hermione would ever cover up for him like that.
"Well, yes, alright. You get dressed, and I will be back later to deliver your duties." She said very hurriedly before quickly leaving their compartment.
Hermione turned around positively enraged while Draco was howling with laughter.
"You know, I'm quite surprised that you didn't tell." Draco said through his laughter.
"You. Embarrassed. Me. In. Front. Of. A. Teacher," She said through gritted teeth as she swiftly put on her skirt and panties, "THIS. MEANS. WAR!"
She stormed out of the compartment vowing to get Draco Malfoy back if it was the last thing she did.
Author's Note: And that's the way the table turn, my friends. R&R! 3