How it all began:

Hermione's POV

Lying in Draco's arms the next morning, Hermione reflected on how the whole affair had begun.

Two months ago she had been working late at the library, when she'd heard the faint sound of crying coming from somewhere close by. Worried, she'd gotten up to investigate and had stumbled across Malfoy.

He was sitting with his back against one of the shelves of books, tears falling freely from his eyes. Although she knew she shouldn't have, a wave of sympathy crashed over her body.

Before she knew what she was doing, she found herself sitting beside him with her arms around him and his head on her shoulder.

Once he had his tears under control, she had asked him why he was crying. He had explained, in a choked voice, that his grandmother had just died.

Hermione remembered her shock at this revelation. She had never thought about Malfoy having any family, other than his immediate, and caring for any of them enough to cry in a public place…woah.

That was the moment she realised how badly she had always treated him. She had always assumed he was cold-hearted and without feelings, but here was the proof, right in front of her, that he wasn't.

Silently vowing to herself that she would treat him better from now on, she had sat and comforted him until he had stopped crying completely. As she stood to leave, he rose with her. She had found herself trapped by his cold grey eyes, now slightly puffy and red from crying. He uttered only two words, "Thank you."

Then he bent his head towards hers and kissed her. Shocked she moved away. He had immediately begun to apologise, asking for her forgiveness. She stood their, mutely for a moment or two and then swiftly moved towards him and kissed his lips.

He had moved closer to her, putting one hand on the small of her back, he had pulled her tight against him. Soon his tongue was begging for entrance and she willingly allowed it.

She felt as if she would have collapsed, had his arms not been so tight around her waist. She felt as if fireworks were going off all around them. Ron never kissed her like this, his touch never made her feel so passionate. At the thought of Ron she broke away. Not looking back she ran, it was not until she was safely back in her room that she realised she had left her books and bag in the library.

He had returned them to her the next day, he'd pulled her into a deserted classroom, when she was on her way to the Great Hall. They had kissed once again and she had felt the same passion as she had the night before.

And so it had continued, secret meetings, passionate kisses. Last night had been much more intense. From the first kiss, she knew what they were going to do, and she had enjoyed the anticipation.

Draco had been so gentle but at the same time so amazingly exciting. It was her first time and it had been perfect. She knew that he loved her, he couldn't have made loved to her so passionately if he didn't and she also knew, without a doubt that she loved him.

Draco's POV

His orders had been simple, Divide and Conquer. Use whatever means necessary. It was the oldest tactic in the book.

It had become increasingly more apparent that Harry Potter was an immense threat to the Dark Lord. However, what was even more obvious was the huge amount of help he received from his two friends Granger and Weasley. Therefore the Dark Lord had instructed Draco to divide the Golden Trio and ensure that they stayed divided.

Granger had been easy, almost too easy. All it had taken was a quick spell to make him cry, and some sob story about his grandmother dying. It was pathetic, she had practically begged for him to take her.

Now all he had to do was tell Weasley about it, maybe Potter too and watch as they cast Hermione aside, like the cheap whore she was.

What was proving difficult was finding a way to split up Weasley and Potter. But as he lay, with Hermione still in his arms, the solution hit him. It couldn't have been any more obvious and Draco mentally kicked himself for not seeing it sooner.

Ginny Weasley.

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Secondly PRETORIUM VICTORIAE means worth the conquest. And please don't think I'm a geek for knowing this, but it's what Tacitus said after the Romans invaded Britain.

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