A/N: THIS IS YOUR WARNING: this chapter has some lemony things in it, but seeing how this fic is R rated you shouldn't be reading it if you cant handle R rated material. Alright well, Enjoy!

Chapter Seventeen: Revenge of a Different Sort

Draco frowned at his father. Lucius had appeared from behind him and demanded to see him privately. This was not uncommon of Lucius, but the fact that his father was supposed to be in Ireland for another month on an assignment for the Dark Lord was not a comforting fact. He needed to be out finding Granger- for he knew that she was here, wandering about, perhaps trying to find him.

Draco peered suspiciously at Lucius. "What was so urgent that you had to pull me away from business?" he glared at his father menacingly. It was when Draco saw a flicker of fear cross Lucius' face that he got an idea. No…she wouldn't dare…would she?

Hermione on the other hand, was having a difficult time keeping her composure. She would like to claim that this was because she was itching to throttle him- and partly it was. The truth, however is that Hermione Granger was scared out of her senses. She would never admit this however, and would not let it show; she had to look calm and suave to pull this off.

She began to speak. "Draco your, that is to say our, Lord needs to see us immediately." She heard Lucius' cold voice speak the words her mind had strung together. She hoped he hadn't noticed her slip up. She was not comforted when she thought a malevolent glint in Draco's eyes, though it was gone when she glanced back at him.

"Of course, Father, when shall we leave?" His voice was all too willing. Anyone who knew Draco Malfoy well knew that he referred to his father as Lucius, never father. Unfortunately for Hermione, she did not know Draco Malfoy well at all.

Starting off down the corridor and motioning for Draco to follow her, she began to lead him to the little room off the entrance Hall.

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Laughing gleefully inside, Draco followed her. Now that he looked closely he did notice that his "father's" robes were entirely too small, and he didn't walk anywhere near as arrogantly as he regularly did. Knowing that he finally had her, Draco cheerfully fell into step with the girl he knew as Hermione Granger.

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Now to get the bloody bastards wand. Hermione thought. Approaching the door she was aiming to get inside of, Hermione held out her-or rather, Lucius'- hand expectantly.

Draco looked at her happily, a hint of a smirk behind his silver eyes. "Yes, father?" he asked. Hermione was surprised by his happy tone.

"Wand." Hermione said gruffly, as if this was standard procedure. He shook his head, nearly smiling, and opened the door for her. She could have sworn she heard him mutter. 'Ladies first.' But was sure she was imagining it.

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Draco swaggered into the room after her, to find a wand pointing at his throat. She was all too predictable.

"Why father, what is it that you are doing?" he questioned, attempting an innocent tone. He presumed that the Polyjuice she was taking would wear off in another twenty minutes. Whipping his own wand out he shot her a triumphant smirk before stunning her.

Oh how he enjoyed this game.

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Hermione awoke in a panic. Fear flooded her senses and for the first time in months, she broke down crying. He had known. How could she have been so stupid? There was no way that her plan could have worked. She had made a stupid mistake, and for that she would pay in the worst way possible.

It seemed she had been crying for hours before her tears subsided and her sniffles died down. She had lost the battle, but not the war, not yet at least. Though still wracked with fear, Hermione began glancing around. She was in a cell yet it was unlike any other cell she had been held in before. There was no smell, the floors were crisp and clean, no hay littered the floor and the bars seemed to be made of something other than dirty iron. The most noticeable difference, however, was the cell positively reeked of magic.

"Fantastic!" she muttered weakly. "Bloody Brilliant!"

"Didn't know you were one to talk to yourself, Mudblood." She heard from behind her. She whipped around and fought the urge to whimper. Draco was leaning casually against the bars of her cell, her…cage. She wouldn't lose to this- this- ferret.

"Sorry, I'm not too eager to share my cell with a ferret, if you'd be so kind to exit it'd be much appreciated."

His face contorted in anger before a smirk slid onto his handsome face. "I'd watch it if I were you, Granger." He advanced slowly towards her.

"Why would I watch myself around a slimy little ferret like you?" she sneered, more bravely then she felt. He chuckled evilly and advanced faster still. She backed against the wall yet he didn't stop. Draco pressed his body tightly against hers and leaned down to her ear.

"Your mine." He told her, his lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers all over her body. It seemed every inch of her was covered with Draco.

Those two words nearly sent her over the edge, because she knew it was true. But hopefully not for long.

He gripped her hips firmly and slid his hands up the sides of her white blouse. She let out a terrified whimper causing the bulge in his trousers to intensify slightly. Hermione brought her knee up swiftly but was blocked by an irritated Draco. Shoving her to the ground he hurried to straddle her. She made a feeble attempt to free herself before Draco descended onto her, shoving her shoulders unnecessarily to the ground.

"I'm going to make you regret ever crossing me Mudblood." He stated, a smirk dominating his face. Filled with rage Hermione spit towards his face with shocking accuracy, landing it on his forehead. His grin was not something she expected.

"Do you feel the need to spit on me, Granger?" he asked, smirking victoriously. She kept silent; knowing from his expression whatever he had planned for her would not be pleasant.

She watched in terrified confusion as he reached into his back pocket and withdrew his wand giving it an experienced wave. Hermione found her entire body seemed as if it was glued to the floor. Draco however, seemed to rethink his decision and looked thoughtful for a moment before decidedly waving his wand again. She found she could use her body once again, her mouth, tongue, and eyes could move, though the back of her head was firmly welded to the cold, stone floor.

Smirking, Draco resumed his position of straddling her right below her chest, a bit too close to her face for comfort.

"You seem to have an issue with spitting at people," he sneered. "perhaps this will teach you to do otherwise." Hermione had the urge to spit on him again but controlled it, now probably wasn't the best time. She looked fearfully into his eyes and found no mercy; he must have been waiting long for this. Fear and dread pumped through her as he reached to pull down his black slacks. Tears leaked out of her eyes but she knew it would do nothing to change his decision… he was cold, heartless.

He stripped off his black trousers and he stood over her in black silk boxers before he stripped them off too. Hermione stared in wonder and fear at him and his manly glory before he lowered himself down so he was straddling her chest painfully

"Ever given someone head, Granger?" he grinned evilly. Hermione blanched.

"No. And I never will." She responded decidedly, trying to ignore his 'manliness' firmly in the vicinity of her chin. His grin widened.

"For once in her like, Mudblood Granger is wrong." Surely he didn't think that she would do that for him? She thought. And suddenly, Hermione remembered her head was nearly welded to the ground and now understood why. "You see," he said, smirking all the while, "I am going to stick my cock in your mouth, and plug your nose. If you want to live you'll have no choice but to give me head." That smirk. Hermione did nothing. She was at loss of what to do. Surely there was a way out of this? No. This couldn't be happening to her. Even Draco Malfoy was not that heartless. But she knew this was untrue. He was.

He inserted a finger between her teeth, opened her jaws easily and slid his cock deep in her mouth. She gagged and sputtered, tears flowing heavily now. He leaned in and asked her. "Do we have to do this the hard way?" Yes. He apparently knew this was the answer, a grin found its way onto his face and he reached up and plugged her nose. He then leaned into her and whispered in her ear. "Breathe."

She tried. Hermione tried for the longest time not to breath, to hold it in and maybe- maybe he would give up and leave. When it was apparent this was not happening she gave in and gasped, breathing heavily from the lack of oxygen. She opened her eyes a crack to see Draco close his eyes in ecstasy, before he began shoving himself into the back of her throat. She sobbed, as the back of her throat became raw and he continued to pump himself in and out. Sobbing uncontrollably, after what seemed hours he released himself into her mouth. The stuff was thick and foreign. He leaned down and cruelly told her. "Swallow."

Hermione got her revenge that second, the only way she was in a position to:

She bit down. Hard.

A/N: Okay so tell me what you think! Please leave a review and tell me how I did on this, and don't worry, Hermione is most definitely not out of the game yet! Please review, especially on this chapter!

Draco:turns to author: I LOVE you! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!

Hermione:turns around and barfs then sniffles a bit: what have I ever done to you?

Harry:completely oblivious:

Me: I'm sorry, its part of the story, don't worry, it may seem impossible as of the moment but I plan for there to be a happy ending!