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Hermione went to the common room before dinner, sighing softly. Today had been a long, awful day. And she just wanted to get into her pajamas and lounge around for awhile. She slowly walked up to her bedroom, changing from the robes to a small, fitted, almost see-through white top, with a pair of small black shorts. She smiled, walking back down, and laid on the couch in the common room, closing her eyes shortly afterwards.
Malfoy walked towards the common room, realizing that he had forgotten a book he needed for his next class, and strolled towards the painting of the former Head Boy and Girl. After he said the password and let himself in, he looked around the room. And then he saw her, in an outfit very similar towards the one she had been wearing in the kitchen a few nights ago. She was asleep. Smirking a little, he walked up next to the couch, looking at her. 'How did she get to be so hot? I don't understand it...I mean, one year she was the class nerd, and now she's the class beauty... but she's a mudblood...' draco tossed these thoughts and more through his head, shaking it slightly, as if to rid himself of them.
Slowly, Hermione woke up, and then sat straight on the couch, her eyes wide, and staring into a pair of ice-blue ones. Gasping, she looked down at her outfit, and remembered how she had fought with Malfoy earlier. Of course he would want to do something to her... she had embarrassed him in front of everyone. She stood, and began to run up the stairs, to her bedroom, not hearing the heavy steps coming from behind her. Malfoy pulled her back down the steps, sitting her on the couch, careful not to let go of her.
"Why are you chasing me? I though you didn't want to be around, let alone touch a filthy mudblood like me. And I told you never to fucking touch me again, you bastard!" Hermione screamed, struggling against his grasp. She was not going to let him win in this one, as he had in all of the others.
"Does little Miss Granger have a rebellious side? That could be interesting, even fun." Draco said, with his trademark smirk.
He then glanced over her outfit, and leaned his head down to meet her ears. "Did I or did I not tell you to stop running around in those outfits? And now you've done it again. I think I'm gonna have to do something about that. And that little stunt you pulled in front of everyone? Not a way to win brownie points with me." With that, Draco leaned over, pressing his lips forcefully on to hers. She gasped, trying to pull away from him, but in vain. The gasp she made gave Draco access to the inside of her mouth, and his tongue slid around the inside of her mouth forcefully, searching every corner. Hermione continued to try and pull away, but Draco held her down tightly He was obviously experienced in doing things like this. Just as soon as it started, it stopped, a smug Draco looking at Hermione.
"Why the hell did you kiss me?" she asked, looking at him angrily.
Draco's eyes formed worry and yet another smirk crossed his face easily. "Liked it, did you? You and Harry do it often enough, I got angry. You know you liked it, you know I'm better than Harry ever could be..." He said, scooting even closer towards her. Hermione had sat up with her legs dangling over the side of the couch, dazed from sitting up too quickly.
"I-I...I most certainly did not like it. And Harry is my boyfriend. You're just some ignorant little boy who's trying to be a man. Stay the hell away from me." She told him, anger sparking in her eyes.
And why should I?" He asked, slinking a hand up her leg, to her thigh. Hermione quickly jumped up off the couch, stunned at his actions.
She looked angrily into his eyes. Hermione had mixed feelings for this 'Dragon.' She hated him, she knew that she did...I mean, all he wanted to do was shag with girls and harass her. She had to get out of here. She had to find Harry. She looked over at Draco, although unable to set her eyes on his, she looked at his stomach, about to get up when Draco spoke again.
"Excuse me, Granger. What are you staring at?" He asked, and Hermione caught herself . Damn, she thought, he thought that she had been staring at him.
"Absolutely NOTHING." She said, and pushed her way past him, making her way to her bedroom door. He was quicker, though, and sat down, pulling her on his lap. She tried to struggle away from his arms again screaming to him, "I will call the Ministry of Magic if you don't let me go right now!"
He whispered, "Do you really want to do that? I mean, I could get even more...dangerous if you don't let me have what I want...and when I get dangerous...I usually first go to the person who makes me mad, and then to someone close to her....like Harry..."
"You wouldn't do anything to Harry....You wouldn't dare! And he could kick your ass anyways, if he wanted."
"Granger. I do dare. You should know me well enough by now. Don't be that dumb."
Through this whole conversation, she had been struggling to get away from him, but now, after hearing Harry come up in the conversation, gave up and sat still as he held her in his arms. Draco couldn't help but feel good at this, because he knew she was giving in.
"Good girl." He said, kissing her neck softly. Hermione felt disgusted at the way he could manipulate her, but didn't say a word. If she dared to object, she didn't know what would happen to herself or to Harry, and she had a feeling that she wouldn't want to know, either.
After a few more moments, Draco stood up from the couch and left the common room, leaving a very confused lioness on the couch.
"What in bloody hell just happened?" Hermione asked herself. All thoughts of dinner, homework, and Harry left Hermione's mind as she sat thinking of what Malfoy had done and said.
Hermione didn't know how long she had sat on the couch going over what Malfoy had said, and it wasn't long until Hermione had convinced herself that Malfoy was just trying to get in her pants, like he did with all of the other girls, and that nothing was ever going to happen to Harry. For gods sakes, he had defeated Voldermort!"
But just in case, she couldn't tell anyone about these things. Not even Harry. And especially not the Ministry of Magic. She would just have to put up with him as long as possible, and hope for the best.
