Chapter 3: Explainations

Hermione stands in that hallway for what seemed like hours before she hears a familiar voice behind her.

"Hey sexy, what's wrong? You look pretty pale." Draco asks in true concern.

"Have you told anyone about what happened between us last night or this morning?" The second the words leave her mouth, she feels herself being thrown back. The next thing she knows she's in a broom closet with Draco's hand covering her mouth, pressing her against the wall.

"Don't EVER speak of that in public, do you understand me you mud blood bitch! Do you know how much trouble I could get in for those little encounters? Do you know what the other slytherins would do to me if they found out? Or what they'd do to you?" With every sentence his hand presses hard against her mouth. She twinges with pain as his other hand reaches up around her throat and squeezes tight. "Do you think that hurts, just imagine what one of the other guys will do to you if they were to find out. You'd become the new slytherin sex toy." His hand moves from her mouth down to her ass and he presses her against him as he says these sentences.

"Let me go Malfoy or I swear to God I'll scream." She whispers, her voice full of fear.

"Go ahead and scream bitch." His hand moves from her ass around the front and pressing hard causing a muffled scream. He moves his lips right against hers and says, "By the time anyone shows up you'll be moaning so loud no one will know the difference." He outlines her lips with his tongue and leans down for a deep, passionate kiss. She tries hard but she just can't seem to fight him off. He moves his hands from her pants and grabs both of her wrists and spins her around so he's pressed right against her ass. He breathes hot breath on her neck causing goose bumps to form.

"You fight me so much, but your dying for me to touch you aren't you?" He moaned against her ear. He bends her over so she's leaning against the wall and presses his hard on directly against her opening. She suddenly realizes he could take her right here, right now; whether she wants him to or not!

He moves both of her wrists into his left hand and reaches his other hand down and caresses the sensitive spot between her legs. Her muscles twitch at his actions. She had to stop him before it got too far. She rips her wrists from his grasp, spins around and slaps him.

"You think you can control me like this. Well I'm stronger than you think you git! Don't touch me again!" With those words, she pushes him out of the way and walks out of the closet. For the second time, she leaves him in amazement and a hard on. 'This pattern cannot continue.' He thinks to himself/

Hermione sits in potions class mindlessly tapping her quill on the paper. Once again she's bored because none of her classes are challenging enough for her. Right now they're going over the polyjuice potion, a potion she did on her own in 2nd year. So she just sits and inspects her bruises on her wrists from this morning's encounter.

"Hermione, where were you this morning. You were right behind us and the next thing we knew you were gone. Where did you go?" Harry asks her with concern.

"Yeah, we were going to hang out before potions remember? What happened to you?" Ron adds.

With a bit of fast thinking, Hemione answers, "I know, I forgot my potions book back in the common room so I had to run back to get it. By the time I got back, I was almost late for class."

Being satisfied with that answer, they start stare into space again, until Hermione feels eyes stab into her. She looks around and Malfoy is staring directly at her with no shame; not to her surprise. She decides to ignore it and just keep staring into space. Suddenly, the bell rings. It's time for lunch, but Hermione's not hungry so she just heads up to her dorm to work on her transfiguration homework.

She walks through the portrait hole. She sees, to her relief, that the room was completely empty. She spreads her papers and stuff all over the coffee table and sits and works. She gets so into her homework, she doesn't ever hear someone walk through the portrait hole.

Draco stands there watching her work. She looks so perfect sitting there. She has her hair in perfect ringlets, very light make-up that accentuated her features, a white button down shirt with the first two buttons un-done showing off her large breasts, a short plaid skirt showing just enough of her milky thighs to be sexy and not slutty, and tall stiletto heels. She had a look of concentration on her face making her look too cute for words.

'How can she seem so fucking perfect?' He thinks to himself. 'She acts like an innocent bookworm but I know she's not. I want her so much. She has done something to me. She had to have! I can't stand seeing her so perfect! She so perfect I just want to mess her up. Pull on those dark brown curls and bite her neck until I draw blood. Listen to her screams of pain as I pound into her as hard as I can.' She gets up to put her books away.

His thoughts were soon interrupted as Hermione's head darts up and jumps at the sight of him, dropping her books all over the floor.

"What are you doing here?" She asks blushing at the embarrassment of her clumsiness.

He just stares at her. Feeling uncomfortable by his stares she heads for the portrait hole. As she walk by him, without thinking he grabs hold of her upper arm and squeezes tight. She looks him in the eyes. He could smell the fear lingering in the air.

"Malfoy don't, please." She begged and he squeezed tighter.

He pulls her close to him and growled. "Don't what Granger, I know you want it."

"No I don't." She told him firmly, tears filling her eyes.

"Afraid of me huh? Well you shouldn't be." He told her as he firmly, but gently put his arms around her. He holds her close and strokes her back.

Hermione felt herself relax as she felt his body heat against her and his strong hands touch her so gently.

"How can someone I've fought for so long, draw me in so easily." He whispers in her ear. She lets him lead her to the couch and lay her down. He climbs on top of her and runs his fingers through her hair, all while looking deep into her eyes. His other hand reaches around and holds the small of her back. He brushes her lips with his own before firmly pressing his lips against hers for a deep, intimate kiss. Hemione couldn't help but return the kiss as she felt his soft lips against hers. He licks her bottom lip asking for entrance, which she quickly grants, and their tongues dance together until he removes his lips from hers and placed them on the sensitive spot on her neck.

He moves his hands from her hair down to her knee. She gasps but doesn't stop him. She he slowly moves one hand up her thigh and pulled her as close as she could get with the other. She couldn't suppress the moan as his finger reaches the lining of her underwear. He traces circles over her clit and underwear, lighting a fire between her legs. She wanted him more than she ever has before. Her grip tightened on his shirt and she pulled him closer, letting him know he has permission.

He reaches his fingers past her underwear line and puts them between her wet folds. Hemione moans at the connection and he gently starts to massage her clit. Hermione tenses up and moans with no shame. She had never had feelings like this before so she doesn't know what she's supposed to do. She's almost at her climax when he suddenly gets up and walked out the portrait hole.

Hermione sits there for a second, tears welling up in her eyes. She could still smell the scent of his cologne in the air. 'How can I let him take advantage of me like that. I just gave him a part of me I can never get back.' She thinks to herself. She sits and cries to herself until it's time for defense against the dark arts.

On her way to class, a familiar voice calls to her, "Hermione stop."

Jenny catches up to her with a sad look on her face. "I'm so sorry about Draco, he doesn't mean what he's doing, I promise."

Hermione stares at her in disbelief. 'How can she possibly know about that?' She thinks to herself.

"How the hell do you know what happens between Dra…Malfoy and I when we're alone? SERIOUSLY, HOW!"

Jenny looks at her for a second before she decides Hemione can handle the truth and bluntly answers, "I'm more than just a witch Hermione. I can read minds, but in a different way than most. It's rare, but I can actually see things as they happen. It's like a premonition but I can choose what I see. I chose to see you because I heard Draco thinking about how much he liked you. I know how complicated Draco is so I knew you were in for some hard times. I'm just trying to look out for you Hemione."

Hermione looks at her, deciding whether or not she believes her. She realized there was no other way she could know about what's happening and decides to ask some questions.

"Did you tell anyone about what you've seen?"

"Of course not, it's not my business to tell."

"Does Dumbledore know about your…ability?"

"Dumbledore knows everything, you know that."

She looks and she felt tears come to her eyes once again. "If he likes me so much, why does he treat me like this?" She sobbed. Jenny pulls her into a hug and let Hermione cry in her arms.

"That I don't yet know."