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Draco frowned at the door Hermione had just slammed, he had stayed up for her, he wanted to atleast talked about what had happened, before things got weird again. It was nearly midnight and Draco was just about to give in and go to bed when Hermione had stormed in, completely blanked him and ran up the stairs. Draco could see that she had been crying. He contemplated following her but decided against it. What business was it of his anyway? Why should he care if she was upset? Deep down he knew why and he felt so stupid for not realising it sooner, if he had known that he would fall for her he would have kept his distance, but no, he didn't and now all he could think about was her.

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It was dinner time the next day. Hermione was sat in her usual seat inbetween Ron and Harry, she hadn't spoken to anyone about what happened the night before and she was keen to forget all about it. She had actually felt bad about ignoring Draco aswell but she asured herself that it was only because she was feeling jumpy and nervous.Another thing that was bothering her was what happened in the dungeons before Draco left, things had gone way too far and she knew it. She had no clue what had made her kiss him but she knew one thing for sure. She couldn't possibly hate him, Snape helped her realise that. When she remebered what had happened with Malfoy she went all shivery, her lips tingled and although she was pretty confused about what she was feeling, she knew that when she thought about him it felt good. When she thought about Snape, she just felt sick.

'You alright Mione?' Asked Ginny from across the table. Without realising it Hermione had been starring at Draco for a while

'What? Oh yeah sorry I'm just a bit sleepy – I might go to bed actually' with that, Hermione rose from the bench and made her way to her room.

Harry and Ron looked at her, puzzeled but she just smiled at them and walked away, Draco followed. He walked behind her the whole way, it wasn't until they were in their common room that he approached her. He reached out, grabbed her hand and pulled her around.

'What was up with you last night?' Draco asked softly

'What's it got to do with you? And I was fine last night what are you talking about?' Hermione could feel herself tensing up, there was no way on earth she would tell him about what happened.

'You were so not fine, I'm not stupid, you were crying.' Said Draco shaking his head. Hermione didn't really know what to say to this,

'So what if I was crying,' she began, 'it's not like it's anything to do with you, it's not like you care why I was crying'

'Yeah wel maybe I do ca..' Draco stopped abruptly, realising what he was saying. ' I mean, not that I do, I mean that's silly 'cos I hate you right' He was blushing and he cursed himself for it.

Hermione didn't say a word, she looked at him from across the room and without thinking, walked over, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

Draco was completely shocked at first, Hermione had never kissed him like this before. He quickly recovered and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. All the time he was kissing her he kept expecting her to pull away and slap him, but she didn't. The kiss got more and more intense. Hermione's hands were in Draco's hair and she was breathing heavily.

She knew she should stop, she knew she shouln't have started in the first place but she couldn't help it. She wasn't sure why she kissed him but she knew she had a million reasons to, maybe, she thought, it was because she wanted to get rid of the feeling that snape had left all over her body. Maybe it was because, for the first time somone had actually said they cared, granted he had stopped halfway through and deneyed it but still. But, Hermione thought, it was most likley to be the fact that she was so falling for him.

At this revelation she broke the kiss hastlily. She looked up at Malfoy carefully, he looked pretty shaken.

'Um yes well,' he began, 'I well, um, yes, bed, me, um, go, right, yes, ok.' He was talking like complete spaz and he knew it, he quickly ran up to his room. When he got there he punched a wall.

'Shit' he murmerd as his knucles turned red with blood, 'shit shit shit.'

This has to stop, he thought as he pressed his head against the wall. At first it had started out as a game for him, all he wanted to do was piss her off, how was he to know that things would turn out like this. Worst of all now he had almost told her that he cared. He had to change how he acted around her, he needed to go back to shooting hurtful remarks at her and then just walk away instead of staying and enjoying her reaction only to have her outdo him with her remarks. And he most certainly had to stop kissing her.

Hermione lay awke in bed thinking about what had happened. The kiss had been amazing, in fact all of them had. If only he was some one else, she thought to herself, if only he wasn't such a pompus ass. All she could think about was what he had began to say, I wonder if he meant it, I wonder if he really does care.

Those were Hermione's last thoughts as she drifted off to sleep.

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She was blindfolded, she tried to lift up her hands but she couldn't move them. She tried to kick out with her legs but they were stuck too. She struggled helplessly until she heard a familiar voice.

'Calm down Miss Granger' she heard Snape say as he stroked her neck, 'I'm not going to hurt you'

Hermione could feel his lips on her neck she tried to scream but realised she was gagged too. As his teeth bit in to her neck she felt his hands all over her body. His teeth left her neck and were replaced by a large rough hand. It squeezed her neck tight. Hermione couldn't breath she tried to struggle but his grip just got tighter. She screamed as best she could through the material in her mouth.

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Hermione woke up covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Just a dream, she thought as she lay back down, it was just a dream. She stared at her ceiling for the rest of the night, too scared to go back to sleep. She must have dozed off eventually because five minutes later she was awoken by the cockaldoodaldooing of her beloved alarm clock.

She rubbed her brow and pulled herself out of bed. She showered in record time and threw on her cloths. She desperatly wanted to see her friends. She wanted a hugs, kind words and she wasn't going to find them anywhere else. She couldn't tell anyone what had happened of course or about the dream but she sought comfort in seeing her friends. She hurried out of her bedroom and headed for the griffindor common room hoping to catch Harry and Ron before they left for breakfast.

She entered the common room to find Harry sat on his own reading a book.

'Hermione!' His eyes lit up when he saw her, 'what are you doing here?'

Hermione smiled and pulled him in to a hug. 'Nothing much, I was up early and I thought I'd pop by to see you before breakfast' she said casually.

'Well good, we haven't seen enough of you lately. Now your in a different common room it feels like your on another planet'

'I know what you mean, is Ron up?'

Harry shot her a look, 'Don't be daft,' he laughed, 'we have twenty minutes before we need to be downstairs, 'Ron will give himself five at the most. Any way hows things going with you? Hows ferret face treating you?'

Hermione's mood sunk slightly, she hadn't though about Draco since last night. Suddenly a rush of guilt swept over her. There was Harry, her best friend who would do anything for her, and there was she, snogging his worst enemy.

'Oh well he's um Malfoy I guess' Harry nodded.

'I wish you could stay in the Griffindoor common room, things would be so much bet…'

'HERMIONE!' Ron bellowed from the other side of the room, walking over, 'what are you doing here so early, I thought you would still be in bed with Malfoy' He grinned, Hermione gave him a playfull dig in the ribs, hiding the guilt she felt. They all walked out of the common room and the three of them set off to the great hall, laughing and chattering just like the old times.

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