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A/N; I'll take a moment for you all to those stones. Ow! Not at the head. I know i deserve it. Sorry I've been busy and I even started a new fic, I Want To Save You, so I wasn't just being lazy. Thanks to those who reviewed. Love you Lots.

Ch. 6? Pain Is Only Pulse

To swim beneath or over outside as they're reading between the lines.

-Jason Mraz

Tries streamed violently from her blood shot eyes. She tried to wipe them away with the back of her hand, however, they were uncontrollable. Memories of that night haunted her mind, prancing around her head. Her heart was pounding, she couldn't stand it; it was driving her mad.

She stared blankly out of the still lake, wishing her could rid herself of the past, and start anew. Anger brewed within her, she had to let the pain out, one way or another. Just then she heard a knock on her door.

"Granger?" the voice said.

The doorknob turned and in walks the source of all her problems, Draco Malfoy. She knew it was him, she didn't even look, she didn't dare look; she wouldn't be able to handle it.

"I've got the assignment, unless I'm suppose to do that too." he said jokingly.

Hermione didn't answer, she didn't want him to hear the quiver in her voice. Draco walked toward, tired of playing silent says.

"Look, I've got better thing to do than-" he didn't say another word. He saw the side of her face; she looked to be in unbearable pain. His heart sank, with despair. What am I suppose to do? I've never been put in a situation like this, except the time Pansy beg for me to take her back, but that wasn't the same, I didn't care. Am I saying I care? 'Course you do man, why else would you have done everything she asked, and back out on raping her. He swallowed hard.

He walked closer to her, using his index finger and thumb, he turned her face toward him. "Hermione?" He said in the softest voice possible, for him. She turned her head in resistance. Again he turned her head. "What's ... erm ... what the matter?" He stammered out.

She stared into his pale gray eyes, forcing him to blink. She shook her head, "You don't have to do this," she croaked.

"Do what?' he questioned.

"Pretend you care," she looked at him with hatred.

He let go of her head. That the thanks I get for being nice, huh. He turned, walking away.

"Oh and by the way, I never gave you permission to call me Hermione." She said though her teeth.Hermione saw him take a breath from behind, however he didn't say anything. He dropped the papers unto the couch and walked to his room; Closing the door with a bang.

Good job Hermione, for once he's trying to help and what do you do, shut him down. God.

Again she could feel her blood running hot, burning the veins it runs though. She couldn't stand this any longer; she had to get rid of all the pain she was feeling. She jumped up, rushing into her bathroom. She stopped in front of the mirror. I can't even stand the sight of myself anymore. Who am I? All of a sudden she took her hand and slammed it into the mirror, causing a loud noise that was heard in Draco's room.

He sprung up, without thinking and rang to the noise. "Hermione, Hermione!" He cried as he rang to the bathroom. The door was already open, he saw Hermione wrapped up in a fetal position, on the floor by the shower. He looks at the broken glass scattered all over the room, and the blood that was dripping in the sink. He walk toward her and sat down in front of her. He saw her bleeding hand. He took it into his own; taking the few pieces of glass that was protruding from her skin. She winced at the pain. Draco looked at her, even though her head was hidden in by her hair, he kissed her hand, tasting the blood. She looked up, astounded by his gesture.

"You said Hermione again," she said simpering.

"I figured you wouldn't mind."

She looked around, "God, what have I done?"

"Well to the best of my knowledge I'd say you went mad and decided to break the mirror," he said sarcastically.

She nodded, "You must think I'm absolutely daft."

"It crossed my mind, but I figured you need to get your anger out."

"I just can't stand myself anymore."

"Who can?"

"Ever since...that night I can't sleep, I keep thinking about it. It's tormenting me, every waking hour, and I have no way of forgetting about it."

"Looks like we have something in common," he said. "I can't forget about that night either, you know, you're not the only one who was affected by that night."

"Yeah I'm sure all your late night conquests will be hurt to find out you screwed someone else."

Draco didn't say anything.

"So was it a good or bad thing?"

"I'm not sure," he paused. "I asked you why you didn't tell me you were a virgin, but you never answered me."

"Why is that so important to you?"

"Because it is."

Hermione looked down at the glass.

"I think that's the reason you snapped. Losing your virginity is something you don't want to regret."

"Too late for that Mr. Concerned. Its happened, it's over, we can't change the past."

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Hermione tossed and turned, in her bed. She kept seeing Draco lying on top of her, his pale body melting from the salty sweat. She kept envisioning him over her looking down upon her. She'd had enough. She got up, put her robe over herself and walk to Draco's bedroom.

"Draco, Draco," she said shaking him.

"What," he groaned.

"I need you to help me."

"Help you do what?"

"Help me to not think about it," she said, now sitting on the side of his bed.

That got his attention; he sat up, his bear chest showing off his years of Quidditch with got Hermione's attention. She looked at him up and down.

Draco smirk, "What? It's not like you haven't seen me naked before."

Her express changed to an unpleasant grief.

"I'm sorry, but that's one way you can get over it."

"I beg your pardon?'

"You have to accept the fact that it happened."

She stared into space, her face resembling that of a lost puppy she looked deeply troubled.

"I wasn't that bad, c'mon I've gotten compliments before."

"Stop," she ordered.

"Stop what?"

"Stop making it into a joke."

"I seriously think you should seek psychiatric help."

"Huh?"

"Why do you thing I've been bothering you about the whole virgin thing?"

She shrugged.

"Because I knew it would be a big thing, whether or not you claim that it doesn't matter."

Moments passed and neither said a thing.

"Do you want to talk about it, or not." Draco said.

"The thing is…you never forced me."

"I know this."

"No, see that means I did it of my own free will."

"Is it that hard to except the fact that you slept with me?"

She thought for a second.

Flashback

Hermione, plunged herself into Draco's lips, kissing him with all her might. Draco's eyes were wide, but soon he ignored the surprised and made his way up her thin negligee. Chills went up her spine, feeling the touch of his cold, but soft hands upon her breasts. She pushed him off, standing in front of him; she reached to the bottom of her nighty and pulled it over her head. Note to self, wear more clothes to bed. Following her lead, Draco stripped himself of his garments. Hermione look down at him. I can believe I'm doing this. She walked toward, he waited in anticipation. Soon, he didn't have to wait anymore.

End of Flashback

"It's just..."

"You liked it," Draco answered.

"Excuse me?"

"You hate the fact that you actually enjoyed it and the only reason it's haunting you is because you wish you could do it again."

He was right, how the hell does he know everything!?

Feeling ashamed she stood up. He grabbed her hand, "You know I could fulfill your dreams, make then come true," he sneered.

"There is no shortage to your ego is their?'

He chuckled, "Not that I know of."

"You laugh?'

"Am I human?"

She rolled her eyes. He pulled her down, making her lye on top of him. "You never answered my question."

She leaned down, kissing him with robustness.

"Is that your answer?" He said before she kissed him again.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Draco."

"Yes."

"What was your first time like?"

"I don't like to think about it, it's not my fondest memory."

"That's another thing we have in common," she joked.

He climbed on top of her once more, making her pay for her comment.