Yes, where is Voldemort? To be honest I totally forgot about him (Hides in the deepest darkest corner) but... as you'll see, I'll fix my mistake. And I just realised another thing.

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The OC ended for the season, sorry for the alarm! LOL

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Chapter Four

As Hermione entered the Common room, she gazed regretfully at Harry. After he ended the game of Exploding Snap with Ron, Harry walked slowly towards her as she sat on the couch quietly as she read the new addition of Hogwarts, the History.

"Hey, Hermione, we're still friends, right? After everything; we... I mean you and I haven't affected anything, right?" he asked, as he looked anywhere but at her, Hermione looked up from her book, clearly aggravated at the person who disturbed her.

"What?" she asked dimly,

"I was saying; when we – you know – broke up and all... I was wondering, are we still friends?" he asked again,

"What do you mean?" she wearily asked,

"You hardly speak to me since... that time in the forest, Ron and Ginny have noticed too." he tried to explain.

"I'm so sorry for Ron and Ginny. Maybe you it's not me with the problem. Maybe one of us is too busy spending time with Ginny doing Merlin knows what!" she exploded at him, emphasising certain words to do with Ginny. How could he just break up with her. And for Ginny.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" he declared, his arms plunged into the air, still not looking at her "We're just friends," he finished, looking helplessly from one window to another… all reflecting her angry face for him to see.

"You call that 'just friends'? You were all over her! Why did we even break up? You couldn't even tell me! You owe me at least that much! Did we mean anything to you? I guess not!" she shouted,

"What about Malfoy, then? How does he come into the picture? I could see clearly that our relationship meant everything to you!" he fumed back, "Why should you care? You don't care! You told me! You said you didn't want me anymore! What am I supposed to do?" he continued to explode at her: no one noticed how he evaded her last question,

"I never..." she began, but realised she could never excuse what she had said before, "I guess it makes us even then! You don't love me! You told me so yourself as well! Why do you care? I could be shagging Malfoy for all its worth and you can't do anything about it!"

"You… and… Malfoy." He spat at the name. "Are an item?" He only looked at her then.

"Why do you care, Harry Potter." Using a formal and distant name to refer to him.

"Then, I guess – I guess we were right before; that we would get in the way of our friendship," his face hardened as he continued, "We're breaking it off then?" he asked, "Like, everything... even – even being friends?" he continued but dared on as he needed to know the answer.

'Go be friends with Ginny," Hermione answered through clenched teeth. I'll get you back Harry Potter, I swear – even if it means ripping apart everything I believed in for all my life; you're not going to get away with hurting me.

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"Don't you think you're being a bit rough on him?" Ginny inquired as she walked up to Hermione, who now stared murderously at her so-called friend,

"I don't know what you're talking about," Hermione stated, and walked away, her voice as cold and sharp as a blade made from ice.

"You do know! C'mon Hermione. You've been friends since first year. Surely you don't mean to throw everything away!" Ginny tried reasoning with her,

"No. I don't." Hermione offered, but didn't offer a further explanation,

"Think of Harry. Voldemort's on the rising still, Harry says he could feel him increasing in power! The Ministry Of Magic won't believe him. Voldemort has been all quiet and there's no sign of anything; no proof but Harry's word alone!"

"I'm sure that has everything to do with our relationship!" Hermione screamed sarcastically, "I could've supported him. I believe him, but now – now..."

"You're holding back from me. Remember when we used to pour our secrets into each other? What happened to that? What happened between you and Harry? What happened to our friendship?" Ginny asked,

"I guess backstabbing sort of kills off any kind of friendship then doesn't it? What happened between Harry and me? Well, I DON'T KNOW! The bastard won't tell me. Not only that; but you two seem to be getting on quite well nowadays!" Hermione returned, her eyes reflecting her voice.

"I...I'm sorry. Harry told me you were over. He – he said he – he wanted me. Y-you know how I feel about him. I can't help it. I can't help it if he ended it with you. I CAN'T HELP IT IF HE WANTS ME MORE THAN YOU!" she shouted, a voice filled with straight pride, before she gasped at the cruel words she just shrieked.

Ginny knew it wasn't true, even though she wanted it so much. She saw the way Harry still looked at Hermione. Only Hermione couldn't see that.

"Then you'll know that I can't help but end our friendship between us as well," Hermione expressed quietly, in a voice just above a whisper. Her fears were confirmed.

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She sat as far away from the sickening pair as possible during Dinner and ate, trying unsuccessfully – again – to ignore Harry and Ginny awkwardly look anywhere but at themselves or her. Abruptly, she stood up; wanting everyone to see. She walked slowly up to the Slytherin table, receiving a number of unwelcoming stares.

Draco wasn't totally caught unaware of this. He had chosen who he'd want to hurt most; out of the Shattered Mudblood and the Distasteful Potter, the choice was simple, of course he'd choose to destroy his all-time enemy. Draco, in all his brilliance, knew that the Mudblood was a free ticket to absolutely destroying Potter.

He'd just have to stand the Mudblood, her bushy hair, her know-it-all attitude when she was only a Gryffindor, and her vile… whatever Mudbloods have.

He'd give the Mudblood what she wanted... and more. He'll let Potter see just what he was missing out on, but by then, Granger would be all his. It was a perfect plan.

He decided he had enough food for the day and stood up, taking Hermione with him; he walked slowly out of the hall, as if what they were doing were being displayed.

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Draco laid Hermione on his bed, within the Slytherin common room in the dungeon. He moved his mouth down, and flicked his tongue temptingly wherever it went; he settled for spot underneath her jaw, high on her neck; her weak point.

She let out a moan, involuntarily urging him on. He moved his hand from her back, slowly down; caressing her skin before he reached the higher part of her thighs and began massaged the inside of it in a rhythmic motion; it caused her to moan and respond by swaying her hips.

She decided to make use of her own hands and began to unbutton her blouse; inevitably it made him lower his mouth towards her chest, and caused her to arch her shoulders back and revealed her breasts to him; her hands pushed his head onto them. Now his body was definitely responding.

Am I going to go through with this? She thought worriedly to herself; remember the last time she had made love to someone; the time she lost her virginity to Harry.

.:Flashback:.

'...I promise, I'll-I'll be gentle. We can take it nice and slow," Harry had said to her, dropping her on the bed, as he quickly ripped off their clothing. In a matter of seconds they were both naked. He was already stiff.

Gritting his teeth in attempt to be in control, to go slow; he entered her. Feeling her awkwardness, he tried going even slower. Unable to control himself, he snapped. He started going faster and faster,

"Harry! No! Stop! Don't! I can't!" Hermione tried to reason with him. He heard her and stopped.

A yielding expression formed on his face, and he sulked away.

.:End Of Flashback:.

I have to stop. Hermione thought to herself.

Though he was clearly aroused, Malfoy was able to leisurely take of her clothes with an agonising touch. He stroked caressing her such a pleasurable way, giving her every opportunity to turn it down; but also making her addicted to him.

"Don't...Stop," she murmured,

"You want me to stop?" he asked, and froze his movements; he knew the answer,

"No, don't stop!" she cried, and grinded her hips on his, in attempt to coax him to start pleasuring her again.

"Are you ready?" he asked, hearing her moan underneath him. Why hadn't she felt anything like this with Harry? Her hands reached for his face and she nodded, "We can take it slow, I promise," he said, offering her the same false promise her beloved Harry had.

He entered her, and she breathed in, remembering such awkwardness from before. Draco sensed her flinch and began going slower and slower. After a few awkward moments of pacing at such ridiculously slow rate, Hermione realised Draco wasn't going to snap. He was in control.

She pressed up upon him, destroying any space between them and moved her hips, and created a faster rhythm between them. It lasted all night. She clung onto him, unable to believe such pleasure was possible.

"Draco..." she murmured, the name sounded strange coming from her lips, before she slipped into a world of peaceful sleep; wrapped in his arms.

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