A/N: hey ppls, sorry its taken so long but my dad took my laptop and i just got it back last nite. here's the next chapter of my story and i hope you like it! don't forget to review! :)

Disclaimer: in a perfect world, i would be draco malfoy's willing sex slave.

Draco woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. He'd had the strangest dream. He tried to remember it but it was like trying to hold sand. The pieces slipped away and became fuzzy memories, and soon he couldn't even remember what it had been about. He rolled out of bed and got dressed quietly.

Hermione woke up feeling tired. She got out of bed and walked softly to the full-length mirror in her room. Her reflection stared back at her, looking pale and ghostly. She'd cried herself to sleep last night, and her eyes looked puffy and red now. She hated fighting with Malfoy, it always made her feel like shit the rest of the day, and last night had been no exception.

The day passed by slowly, and all her classes seemed to drag on forever. She found herself drifting off in History of Magic, with Professor Binns voice droning on in the background. She woke up with a start when the bell rang later. She realized she hadn't heard a word of today's lecture and she honestly didn't care. It wouldn't kill her to miss one day of notes.

She left the classroom and was walking slowly towards her room when she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned, expecting to see a confused first year needing directions or something. Which is why she was completely shocked to see Trevor grinning at her slyly.

"Hey baby, missed me lately?" he smirked as he ran his hand lightly up and down her bare arm.

She backed away slowly. "What are you doing here?" she asked accusingly. "I thought I told you to stay away from me."

He chuckled. "You might have said something like that." He leaned in and whispered into her ear. "But I don't take no for an answer. And I don't appreciate your little boyfriend taking a punch at me. So you better watch your back Hermione." His grip on her arm tightened and she winced in pain. He leaned in even closer and ran his lips lightly down her ear, trailing kisses across her jaw until he was so close to her mouth she could feel his breath.

"I want you," he whispered before crashing his mouth down on hers. She tried to pull away but he had her pushed up against the wall. His hand skimmed down her back and gripped her ass tightly as his other hand made its way up the inside of her thigh. She whimpered in pain and fear and he pulled away, smirking in triumph.

"Later babe!" he called over his shoulder as he walked off.

Hermione crumpled the moment he was out of sight, sliding down to the floor and resting her head on her arms. She hated Trevor, hated the way he took advantage of her and controlled her. He scared the hell out of her, but all she could do was hope he would eventually get tired of his sick games and leave her alone.

Hermione jumped when she heard light footsteps, afraid it was Trevor back for more, but when she looked up she realized it was only Malfoy. He glanced at her and let his gaze travel down the hall, where they could both see Trevor walking away. When he met her eyes again he had a strange expression on his face, a mixture of pity and sorrow and something else she couldn't name. He silently helped her up and pulled her into his arms. "I'm sorry," he whispered in her ear. "I'm so sorry."

A/N: do u love it? of course u do. :)