A/N: If you read it, you GOTTA let me know what you think of this one, because I'm extremely interested in your opinion of it. Pretty please?

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Bubsy woke Hermione considerably earlier then she would have risen herself, having had another fitful nights sleep. She feared her bad dreams were getting worse, growing and growing to a point in the past that Hermione didn't want to relive. She shook it off.

She ordered a simpler breakfast of whole wheat toast and raspberry yogurt, her "I-was-being-starved-and-now-I'm-going-to-eat-the-world" phase coming to an end.

When Bubsy returned with her food she informed Hermione that she needed to get ready and be downstairs by noon and informed her of a dress she was expected to wear.

"Oh god," exerted Hermione, sitting on the bed, eyes wide in horror, "Today isn't the…"

"Engagement party, yes miss," said Bubsy

Hermione looked over at the soft pink sundress Bubsy had retrieved from the closet, it was stunningly beautiful. She wondered if it was charmed like the last dress the Malfoy's suggested she wear. She thought instantly of the wand from Ron that she had hidden along the top of her windowsill… perhaps she could try to de-charm the dress…

But she decided against it for many reasons. First of all, the dress was probably not charmed because Draco, who she would be near all day, was in control of that now, and secondly, she couldn't escape anyway. She was assigned to stay there now. Stay and play spy.

Hermione, who was sick of accidentally helping out the Malfoy's, decided not to do her hair or make up so by some chance she would look messy and "un-pure". Unfortunately for her, her plan backfired, because her long wavy golden brown locks looked particularly beautiful when then dried naturally and could bounce freely, and her skin also glowed when she has just freshly showered, whether she did anything to it or not.

Besides, the first thing Narcissa, who looked gilded herself, did when she met her in the hall was grab her by the chin and rub pink gloss across her lips, muttering something about the dress looking acceptable.

"Now put on this," she demanded, handing Hermione some mascara.

Hermione frowned and went to a decorative antique mirror on the wall, hastily putting it on while Narcissa lectured her about not talking about anything inappropriate.

"In fact you should carefully think over anything you say and do Granger. Even if you truly don't intend to send the wrong message, you'll still be held responsible, because you should know by now what will get you punished. And you WILL be punished if need be…" she looked at Hermione, who had "accidentally" managed to get black sticky goop all over her eyes. "You see? This is what I'm talking about! No breakfast for you tomorrow!" she grabbed Hermione by the chin again and was cleaning off the mascara marks with her wand.

Hermione looked back in the mirror and saw that her eyes looked amazing, her eye lashes were long and curled. She looked absolutely gorgeous in the dress and the corners of her lips turned down in disapproval.

Suddenly Hermione's attention was drawn away from her reflection to the noisy and odd line of people coming in through the front door. It appeared to be movers, caterers, entertainers, construction workers, all hustling in.

"The big white tent goes along the pool…" Narcissa started directing, "you can put the food in the server's kitchen… the menagerie can be set up further down the yard… What is that! I said I wanted white chairs! You idiots, those won't match the tent! How can we eat dinner at a missed matched setting! Just put the carnival rides around the animal cages…where in the bloody hell is the lion tamer?" she stormed off to monitor the caterers in the kitchen and yell at more people she was paying.

Draco appeared for the first time that day, dressed in a navy blue polo styled shirt, the collar neatly pressed, and some carpenter khaki pants. In such attire, one would think the first time they saw him that he was sweet and good natured, since the shirt so perfectly accented his gray blue eyes, giving him an aura of intriguing integrity and friendliness.

He looked very well kept and wholesome, but at the same time, with the way his hair fell wild and his shoulders filling out his shirt , he looked slightly rugged and untamed.

Hermione wanted to convey to Draco that she thought Narcissa was going way overboard with the fake engagement party but upon seeing how he looked that day she suddenly forgot what she was going to say. Draco merely looked at her too.

Suddenly Lucius came storming through the foyer.

"Goyle!" he cried out, "Goyle! I need your assistance!"
Goyle appeared from one of the sun rooms, "Yes Lucius?"

"There's some riffraff at the gate, real guests will be arriving within the hour, help me get rid of them."

"Right then," said Goyle, "Should I fetch the hose? Or will we scare them away with our wands?"

"Well first I'd like to tell the brutes off… I'd like it if there weren't magical law enforcement squad carriages in the driveway when the guests arrive."

The two hustled out of the house and made their way down the drive. Hermione heard the shouts and bickering that ensued and peered out the window to see the causes of the ruckus.

Although she could barely make out the persons by the gate, Hermione wouldn't mistake poor fumbling Neville Longbottom any where. She could see his slump shoulders and his tremble as Lucius yelled at him through the gate, and then saw him re-gather his courage and puff up his chest to yell something back at Goyle.

Looking more closely she recognized Parvati Patil, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas and Oliver Wood as well! Her fellow Gryffindors! Hermione couldn't believe that it never occurred to her that they must have heard about the wedding as well. And it wasn't just Gryffindors but Cho Chang and Luna Lovegood from Ravenclaw with Ernie Macmillan and Susan Bones from Hufflepuff at the gate too!

Hermione was so excited to see them she immediately darted for the door, running down the drive to the gate where Lucius and Augustus were shouting at them.

Suddenly she heard foot steps approach her from behind and a hand firmly grip her wrist, swinging her back around.

She found herself locked up in Draco's embrace. But he was looking quite serious.

"You're really going to go running your mouth off to your friend's right in front of Lucius? He'd curse you to the ground!" he told her sternly.

Hermione looked longingly to the gate, the persons there unable to distinguish her through the trees and up the driveway, especially with Lucius and Augustus blocking the view.

"It's invitation ONLY!" Lucius was shouting, banging at their hands with his wand on the gate.

"But surely Hermione meant to invite us! Our owls must have gotten lost!" said the angry voice of Seamus.

"I can promise you, they did NOT!" shouted Lucius, "Now leave my property!"

"We demand to speak with her!" said Oliver firmly, "We want to hear if from her! HERMIONE!" he started shouting, "HERMIONE ARE YOU THERE?"

Hermione looked desperately into Draco's forlorn silver eyes. He was shaking his head. "Don't make me mute you," he warned.

Hermione looked slowly back to the gate, realizing the significance of the circumstance. It was basically everyone but Slytherins who didn't get invitations… because only Slytherins were either dumb enough to believe the situation or already knew what was really going on. Any other student from any other house would know both Hermione and Draco better than that.

"It wasn't my intention to give myself away," said Hermione, unable to hide her sadness, "I was just so excited to see them…"

Feelings swelled in Draco that he didn't want to admit. Hermione's obvious despair created what felt suspiciously like guilt or pity… he shook it off, "Let's just go back in then," he said sternly, "Narcissa wants a spot of tea before we're to announce ourselves."

"Long Island iced tea," Hermione muttered to herself, recalling how strained and horrid Narcissa had been so far that day.

Draco ignored her and led her back into the house, only to find Narcissa yelling at a short grimacing man, covered from head to toe in strings of garlic cloves.

"I can see them from the window!" she shrieked, "Just there, I can plainly see a clove sticking out of the bush! Do you think I want my guests to know we have a vampire infestation? I told you to hide them! And go ALL THE WAY AROUND the perimeter of the back yard!"

It appeared Narcissa was very concerned about what a vampire attack at her party would do to her reputation and it looked, from her bloodshot eyes and ghostly drained complexion, like it had her in quite a tizzy… and all for nothing. Hermione smirked with private satisfaction

A few hours later after everything had been prepared, set and decorated, the Malfoy's grounds were literally crawling with people. Snobby looking women were sitting under the shady tents sipping drinks and gossiping with the others while rich stern looking men talked business and politics, cracking horrible dry jokes around the pool while smoking cigars.

The few young children who came with their families were poking at the gorillas and lions on display, while others took turns riding an elephant or the Ferris wheel, some even tackling a clown to the ground, causing the balloon animals to pop one after the other.

It was only when Narcissa, who was already a bit drunk, cried out to Lucius shrilly, that he finally quit bragging about his new hot tub to a circle of his coworkers and climbed to the top of the sweeping brick stairs that led from the extravagant backdoor and chimed on his wine glass.

"My dear friends" he bellowed graciously, "I am so flattered that you all chose to come to our humble party in honor of my dearest son, Draco Malfoy, and his beautiful bride to be Hermione Granger!"

Cheers and applause erupted as Hermione and Draco emerged from the door, cascading down the stairs hand in hand while everyone stared at them. As soon as they made it to the stoop of stairs though, Hermione's hand was greedily taken by stranger after stranger who shook it profusely, saying things like "honored to meet you," "isn't Draco the lucky boy" and "charmed, of course."

Some of the introductions felt genuine, like some of the guests were truly happy to meet her. Hermione concluded that these must be the non-Death Eater coworker's of Lucius's at the ministry, the ones who believed the papers and Lucius's new act.

The ones who weren't particularly rude, but still somewhat skeptical of her and standoffish, Hermione decided must be Lucius's other coworkers, the ones who weren't yet buying what Lucius was selling.

Then the last group, the cold, stuck up group, hardly touched Hermione's "dirty" hands at all but merely leered at her. Hermione was certain these were the muggle-purification families, the ones who probably knew Voldemort had set this whole thing up…

Because the numbers of the third group were so surprisingly high, Hermione quickly grew tired of meeting everyone and was quite pleased to get away.

First chance she got she squeezed through the group and vanished beneath the food tents. She thought she had made it since no one hassled her in the buffet line, but as soon as she turned around and sat in the nearest chair, she slowly looked up and saw a whole table of young women who were looking right back at her.

Next followed such suggestively personal questions that caused Hermione's cheeks to burn.

"So tell us Hermione," said one young looking witch, after making insincere socially acceptable introductions and chitchat, "Is Draco a good kisser?"

Hermione's eyes grew wide, "Well, uh… I think so…"

The women burst out laughing.

"I knew it," said one, "With a quick witted mouth like that of course he is," said another.

A different witch was silencing their giggles as if she was the leader of the gang of females, "Shhh, shh! Ladies, please, you're making the young bride to be blush!" she ordered with authority, turning and smiling softly at Hermione, "Please forgive their probing questions."

"Oh…" said Hermione airily and smiling awkwardly, "It's alright ."

The woman smiled bigger, "Well then… if you really don't mind, perhaps you could clear something up for us girls that we've been wondering for awhile now…."

"What it is?" asked Hermione.

The woman grinned evilly and the rest began to giggle again.

"Honestly Kelly, we're nearly three years older than him…" said one.

"OH shut up Ann!" cried another between laughing, "Who bloody cares, he's a stone cold fox!"

"Anyways," the main witch went on, "perhaps you could tell us exactly how… uh, big it is."

Giggles erupted again as Hermione's face dropped. She thought frantically of what to say without looking too embarrassed. "Uh…"

"Well its enormous isn't it?" said the unmistakable voice of Draco from behind her, who now had his hand firmly on her shoulder.

Hermione could have died of embarrassment, had Draco overheard the whole thing? Did those girls do it on purpose?

No.

They looked just as shocked and potentially embarrassed as she did, they couldn't have seen him sneak up.

Draco looked at the girls and contorted his face to wonder why they all had suddenly grown so silent. "The tent Mum got…" he said again finally, "It's huge…"

The entire table breathed again and of course, erupted with giggles. This time Hermione laughed too.

"Well…" Draco went on, "it was so nice to see you all again, but Hermione is needed outside…" Hermione stood up and attempted to look him in the eyes, "Come along now," he went on eyeing her with a coy smile, "we're in a big hurry."

The women called out their goodbyes, mostly now to Draco than to Hermione, as he led her back out into the yard where yet again she had to socialize with complete strangers and wonder if he had in fact overheard the whole thing.

It surprised her how many people she didn't recognize, she thought after all she knew about the Ministry or the Malfoy's even that she'd recognize more people. But shaking hands and smiling at people she didn't know went on for another hour.

Lucius dragged her around for the majority of it, hugging her so much she could lose her dinner. Her lips hurt from her fake stiff smile and when once again a random person flinched when she held out her hand for them, she had had enough. She checked and Lucius was busy comparing the number of bathrooms in his house to someone else's.

She slipped past a group who had just shifted their attention to Draco and walked briskly to the pool house where the crowd began to thin, hoping she'd be less visible if she stationed herself on the other side.

She grabbed a wine glass off a silver platter one of the caterers was carrying around and made her way to a pool lounging chair. She had just settled herself into it when her sunlight was blocked by two shady figures. Hermione cupped her eyes with her hand and made out Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bullstrode.

"I've never seen Draco so upset," said Pansy out of no where.

Hermione looked over to Draco, surrounded by his father's friends, who were gabbing at him relentlessly. He looked bored yes, but Hermione had seen him worse off.

"What do you mean?" said Hermione unsuspectingly.

"Well he wants to die!" cried Pansy, "Honestly, marrying a Mudblood… it must be hell!"

Hermione scowled. She was not about to tolerate insults from a skank like Pansy Parkinson, punishment or no punishment.

"Well at least it got him out of that other pathetic arrangement," Hermione muttered.

This time Pansy scowled.

"We can only imagine how guilty you must feel, ruining Draco's life and all," said Millicent, "not to mention Narcissa's dream wedding for her son…"

"Oh just horrible," Hermione drawled sarcastically, so anxious for them to leave her be.

"Well that's why we're here," beamed Pansy, "to add a touch of class to the sad little ceremony."

"What?" asked Hermione.

"Why surely you recognize your maid of honor Granger?" quipped Pansy.

Hermione's stomach turned. Before she would have refused to believe the wedding could get any worse, but she was just proven wrong. "And let me guess," she said, looking at Millicent, "you're the flower girl?"

"No," she said, "I'm a bridesmaid."

"Funny isn't," sneered Pansy, "That the Bride's party looks better than the bride? That will be a first." The two cackled together when Crabbe and Goyle also approached Hermione's now not so hidden hiding spot.

"Now Pansy," said Goyle, "We're all friends here now aren't we?"

"But Goyle, I thought we were the groomsmen," said Crabbe oafishly.

Goyle rolled his eyes, "Yeah Lucius's just told us, we're in the wedding party as well" he said, leering at Hermione reclined back into the pool chair in her short dress.

Hermione, disgusted, sat up a bit, "Well then who is his best man?" she asked.

"I am," said a firm voice as Blaise Zabini and Marcus Flint approached.

"And I'm the ring keeper," said a slack jawed Marcus.

"You?" asked Hermione, looking at Blaise, who was looking most directly at her as well, "You're the best man?"

"Yes," said the raven haired boy with eyes so dark they too seemed black, "Lucius didn't want Goyle or Crabbe fighting over the part, nor one of them tripping or drooling during the ceremony. And don't forget, it is custom for the bride to save the best man a dance."

Hermione could hardly fathom being hit on by Blaise Zabini, let alone being surrounded by a crowd of Slytherins. "Uh… I need a fresh drink," Hermione said awkwardly, excusing herself from the circle. Millicent and Crabbe appeared not to notice, as they seemed to pick up on their normal Slytherin clique conversation. Pansy continued to scowl at Hermione as she got up, and Blaise just continued to stare.

Eager to put some distance between herself and that group for good Hermione walked briskly away and practically ran into the pool house. Thinking quickly she turned the door knob, it was unlocked. She disappeared inside and breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though the guests didn't end up gathering in there, Hermione discovered the caterers had set out platters just in case. Hermione was helping herself to some oysters when she heard a slick voice in her ear.

"Careful Granger," whispered Blaise, placing his hands on her shoulders, "Oysters are famous for making one randy."

Hermione turned around and looked at him, furrowing her eyebrows. She did not like it when she was caught off guard, and she hadn't heard Blaise follow her in.

Although he never tormented her friends like Draco did, for some reason he seemed even more wormish and foul tempered than Draco. He was a bit shorter than Draco as well, just about Hermione's height, and quite stalky.

"Crabbe and Goyle said they had cleaned you up, but it truly is remarkable. Why, I hardly care that your blood is filthy." He said condescendingly, fingering the ends of her hair, "I was serious about those oysters you know," he went on, seeing the shell still cradled between Hermione's fingers, "There is plenty of rambunctious young men out there, wouldn't want to go spoiling the white wedding now would you?" he said coyly, "unless, of course, you do…"

Hermione scoffed, "Some people will never know" she said firmly, tossing the oyster back on to the platter.

Blaise smirked, "Well I have my guesses, and I'm usually an excellent judge of character. And I dare say a hot little thing like you loves to shag."

"Excuse me please," said Hermione, trying to get past Blaise to leave the pool house.

"Not so fast," said Blaise icily, "You're going to marry my good friend and we hardly know each other. Surely Draco would appreciate a friendship between his wife and crony?" He moved in to kiss her, his thin wet lips smashing into hers.

Within a split second Hermione shoved him away, "Good friend huh?" she spat angrily, "Do all good friends make moves on the fiancés?"

Blaise laughed, "Don't you worry your pretty little head. Goyle told me Draco doesn't care if I get with birds that aren't "really" his girls".

"He meant Pansy," Hermione cried out in disgust.

"Pansy?" repeated Blaise, "Sick… never again anyway. Why would I have Pansy when you're around?" He grabbed Hermione's ass and pulled her into him, kissing her again, trying to pry his wiggly tongue into her gritted teeth.

Hermione could feel Blaise's excitement as he pinned her against his groin and she shuddered with disgust. Blaise pulled back in frustration from Hermione sealing her mouth closed.

"Stop it," she declared firmly.

"Come on Baby," he said, still holding her to him despite her arms on his chest pushing her upper half away from his face, "You know you like it" he muttered, sliding one hand up her side and firmly grasping her chest.

"No!" she cried, stomping on his foot.

The shock of pain caused Blaise to release her. After concluding that the stomp was intentional by the look of disdain satisfaction on her face, she quickly felt the sting of the back of Blaise's hand.

"Settle down you fucking mudblood," he spat and he pushed her down into the pool house's sofa.

Hermione cried out in protest but Blaise had already positioned himself on her, pulling a handful of her hair, thrusting her chin up where he hungrily kissed her neck and grinded his eager body into her unwilling one.

Anger surged through Hermione, her body rigid and stiff. She had been in this situation before, and she had never felt as violated and pissed off in all her life. Maliciously she knew she needed to wait… She relaxed her body, knowing an arrogant prick like Blaise would surely think she had "come to her senses" and would "absolutely love to be shagged by him."

Sure enough, Blaise sneered a smile, "That's the spirit," he coaxed, as Hermione's body went limp beneath him and she was no longer pushing or wiggling. He pecked her on the lips while running his hands beneath the skirt of her dress, up and down her thighs, and looked at her body, hungrily licking his lips.

She looked sternly yet subtly teasingly up at him through her long eyelashes. He pecked her on the lips again and she did not protest. He smiled then planted his lips on hers once more, prying her lips open successfully this time. The tip of his tongue brushed hers and she knew he liked it. Within seconds he worked more of his tongue into her mouth but Hermione was patient.

When she was sure that the brute on top of her had shoved as much of his tongue as he possibly could into her mouth she firmly bit down, sinking her teeth into his clammy swollen tongue.

She felt his muffled yet intense scream on her face and his body start to wiggle in painful protest yet unwilling to pull away, since his tongue was still in the possession of Hermione's angry jaws.

Once she felt the slight taste of blood she released her hold and he shot up away from her. Hermione pulled up her feet from beneath and planted them firmly on his chest before extending them with much force. He was thrust from the couch and to the other side of the pool house, crashing into a poker table.

… "Be sure the old man takes you by the office sometime," said an old man with a short gray beard.

"Will do," said Draco nodding as friendly as he could, sick of his father's lame coworkers. He could see his window of opportunity and quickly turned away to find solace in company his own age.

As he made his way, he watched Hermione appear out of the pool house hastily, whilst slamming the door closed and running off towards the house. Her dress was crooked, hair awry and her cheeks incredibly rosy and flustered. He could tell she was in a hurry, she almost seemed like she hoped no one would see her. Draco suspected she was trying to run away from the party without being noticed.

Draco continued to walk, he was relieved to see Crabbe, Goyle and Marcus talking with Pansy and Millicent just beyond the pool house and the thought of being among friends almost made him brush away Hermione oddly running off.

But suddenly to Draco's utmost surprise, Blaise came tumbling out of the same door Hermione just had. He too looked frazzled.

Draco stared, disbelieving the meaning of what he had just seen as Blaise took off in the other direction, his back turned to Draco, whipping his mouth.

The sight had stopped Draco in his tracts and he didn't know what to make of what he was feeling, like immense pressure on his sternum. Whatever it was, he didn't like it one bit. For a fraction of a second, Draco got the urge to bolt over to Blaise, an image of tackling Blaise to the ground flashed in his mind.

Hermione had made her way back into the house, running to her room to shower off the stench of the heavily cologned and sweaty Blaise, as well as scrub the taste of him out of her mouth with gallons of toothpaste.

She was quite confident she would receive no punishment for her misdeeds against him, even though hardly anyone would care that he deserved what he got after what he tried to do, but Hermione was sure he was too prideful to tell anyone his fumbling attempt to woo her resulted in him being physically defied by a girl.

Still standing there staring at the door they had both appeared out of Draco felt a sudden hand on his shoulder,

"There you are," said Lucius, "Come, the Minister of Magic would like to meet you."

Draco, who suddenly no longer wanted to converse with his friends anyway, agreed without much emotion and followed his father to once again be put on display.

After Fudge had finally stopped babbling about how "jolly good" it was Draco was brave enough to go against the popular opinion of the majority and wed who ever he wanted Draco found himself eager to go inside. The sun was about to set after all, perhaps he could say he was just too tired. With one last hand shake Fudge was off, blabbing about having a marvelous time when suddenly Zan Zabini appeared at his father's side.

"Smashing party," he drawled, "given the circumstances of course…"

Lucius leered at Zan and smiled meekly. He, like Draco to Blaise, appeared to be friends but secretly felt more like competitors, especially on the Zabini side of things, "Glad to hear it," he muttered.

"You know," Zan went on, "I never really did get a good look at the mudblood, and rumor has it she's quite the sight."

"I really don't know where she's taken off to," said Lucius with very little effort to look around, "You'll see her at the wedding then I'm sure… a week from today at five."

"Yes but when's the reception?" asked Zan, "The groom's father gets a dance, as does the best man, but what about the rest of us eh? When do we get a go with her? Ever think of renting her out Lucius ol' boy?" he said chuckling at his own horrible innuendos.

Draco was absolutely disgusted at the thought of disrespecting any woman in such a way, but as it was Blaise Zabini's father and Hermione in reference, at his wedding none the less, he was particularly offended. Lucius on the other hand, didn't laugh at the remark, but almost appeared to consider it, causing Draco to be inexpiably angry, especially towards Blaise again… even though Draco knew he had nothing directly to do with this.

"Well of course she's beautiful, only the best for my son," answered Lucius loftily.

Zabini laughed, "Yes, the best of filth," he said, and laughed harder.

"Filth not even worthy for your hands, let me assure you Zanny boy," replied Lucius back coldly yet a friendly smile remained ever present on his face, "I'm afraid all of her dances are reserved that evening. But feel free to pine over my son's wife, since you're already most excellent at pining over the rest of my things. Now if you'd excuse us please, the owner of Gringott's requests our presence." And they left Zan looking quite foul.

Much to Pansy's dismay, Draco made it through the evening without ever catching up with the Slytherins that had been invited. He found himself to be feeling exceptionally foul and to his surprise was no longer eager to get away from the boring socialites.

Narcissa and Lucius, who had been most concerned with the embarrassment the wedding would bring to the family, had forgotten all about their worries. The party was quite successful and impressive.

All the pure families thought Hermione was so beautiful that they didn't seem to focus on her heritage, and the ones who did hold it against her knew about the set up anyway. Besides, the muggle-tolerant of the group thought highly of the Malfoy's for announcing so publicly and unapologetically their mixing of blood. All in all the Malfoy's were quite popular, and if anything, Hermione had helped them more than shunned them.

But like the rich generally do, they soon forgot the very point of the party, honoring Hermione and Draco, and focused the attention on themselves. They were so busy telling their latest achievements to anyone who would listen, comparing paychecks and their children's O.W.L.'s and the like, that not a soul noticed that Hermione wasn't even at the last half of the party.

Everyone except for Draco however, who brooded next to his father for the rest of the night, watching the sun sink out of sight, feeling inexplicably horrible. He found himself wondering where Hermione was, only to finally decide she was probably sleeping after her little "romp" with Blaise. He was right, she was asleep, but she was not resting pleasantly.

… … …

………Hermione kissed Ivan's cheeks and neck in soft quick smooches, running her fingers through his hair, her heart secretly pounding with anxiety.

Much to her dismay Ivan clapped his hands on her butt and pulled her into him, aiming for an open kiss on the mouth. Coyly as she could, she let his thin lips and cold slimy tongue caress her closed lips, without making her disgust too obvious.

He moved down to her neck, moaning and slobbering all over her as she looked over the back of the sofa to see if Harry was about to come in through the door. There was no one.

Ivan was back at her mouth and she attempted to act shy once again. Getting frustrated but still somewhat distracted by his own excitement, he merely tongued at Hermione's mouth, shifting her beneath him.

Immediately he began running his hands up her skirt to pull down her panties.

'Bastard doesn't even believe in foreplay…' she thought angrily as she tried to roll over on top of him.

Once there she tried to kiss his neck some more but this could only last so long with him. His hands went to the back of her dress to unzip it, so Hermione hastily sat up, pretending she needed air and to get her hair out of her face.

"Someone might walk in…" she said, "Maybe we should just watch some telly?"

Ivan laughed, "Vis household knows I like my privacy. No one comes knocking ven I have a girl wiv me," he finished with a grin.

Hermione could've vomited, "My chauffer…" she said, "I'm expected back soon…"

"Don't you worry about vat," said Ivan, "My fadder is very persuasive, he will talk to your fadder…" he pulled her face back to his for a kiss, sliding up her dress once again.

"No," said Hermione in a gasp, "I don't think that will work, my father is very protective, I'm not aloud out late…"

"Natasha," he said furrowing his brow, "You do understand vere are no second chance wiv me? All vee other girls think being a vittle "grounded" is worth it. Now, vere were we?"

Hermione slapped his hands away this time. Enough was enough, he wasn't going to settle down and there was no sign of her back up.

Ivan looked at Hermione angrily, then his face slid into a devious grin. He grabbed her firmly by the hips and rolled on top of her. By this time Hermione was wriggling and protesting quite profusely.

"No," she said firmly, "Don't! –stop," she added with even more exasperation.

"Don't worry, I von't," he uttered, playing with her words.

Hermione became furious; he knew exactly what he was doing. She was unwilling and yet he refused to stop. Men like this made her sick, and she had an undeniable urge to set him straight.

She knew she was NOT supposed to harm him, just get the key, get the papers… and any items of manufacture… "whatever that means…" Hermione remembered thinking, but if Harry can blatantly disobey orders, then why couldn't she? ………