Reviewers-Wow, I got tons of great reviews from last chapter! Thank you a whooleee lot. You all make me smile. Really. Each and every one of you. Well actually, I can't say TwistedSweetie made me smile wink, but she made me think. And that's just as good, right?

Kole- Allow me to once again do my tribal thank you dance, for your great support here. It took me a while to write some of those lines, I take a lot more time to think things through when I write these newer chapters. I'm aiming towards better metaphors and such just for you. XD

Chixon- What a great way to word that. That is exactly how I feel about Draco.

Inulover4eva-If this is the best fic you've read of HP, I demand you read some of my favorites right now you unfortunate, neglected child, you! Off you go!

TurboTwistedFire- The flaxen haired beauty lines was one of my favorite to write, also. I can just imagine him saying it. Say it out loud, to yourself. It's fun. And by the way, thank you. )

TwistedSweetie8- Good for you. Constructive criticism is always welcome. The pudding thing is a little OOC, but he was just supposed to be tired, and cranky, and completely confused. It was spur of the moment thing for me while I was writing it, I didn't really think about it or anything. I mean, I wasn't really going for any sexual innuendo, but I guess I had an opportunity. About the punch thing, I don't quite understand. I meant that they both punched him, with their right hands, at the same time. And I stayed far away from the L word. Draco dearest isn't in love with her yet, he's greatly attracted to her and mildly fascinated with her. When the Order was talking, they thought that there was a possibility for their attraction to grow into love. He cares about her a little, and that's why he's acting the way he is. He feels like it was really hard to put himself out there and kiss her and then for her to try and reject him. When she acted disgusted with him it made him really angry, and he has a tendency to be completely ruthless when he's angry. He doesn't think about what he says, as I went through earlier, he just finds his opponent's weakness and strikes. He knew Ron had a crush on Hermione, and he knew that the fact that they kissed would make Ron and Harry crazy, and would also make them mad at Hermione, which he would see as some level as payback. I expect you to keep reviewing, to help keep me in line! )

I dedicate this chapter to all of kole's friends, who had to deal with the snappy, irritable, and antsy attitude that is because of my delay. )

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Anyone who was in the hall the next morning could tell you that something was off.

There was something just…wrong, about the atmosphere. A wave of awkwardness had washed over the population of the school. The balance on the scale that is normality had gone completely haywire.

A regal silence surrounded the Slytherin table, their leader stony faced and his cohorts following suite.

The Gryffindor table was divided. Harry, Ron, and Seamus sitting with others at one end, overwhelmed with an awkward silence and Hermione and Neville at the other end, also overwhelmed with an awkward silence. In the center sat those like Ginny and Dean, who refused to take sides. Their group was chatting animatedly, which, in turn, added to the overall awkwardness of the table.

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were the loudest two tables, and even their conversations consisted of mostly hushed whispers, all wondering what was going on.

The staff table sat in almost silence, staring perplexedly at the students with Trelawney pulling psychiatric mumbo jumbo out of her arse in the background.

The oddest and definitely most awkward part of this picture was Snape, who had a volatile grin plastered upon his sallow face. The little smiley faces he charmed atop his pancakes did not go unnoticed.

With a statements like, "he's gone mad!" and "he's bearing his teeth! Ahhhh!" most of the first year population had fled to their commons.

The sudden movement of the children caused a number of heads to simultaneously rise to stare at their professor. He smiled a maniacal smile and waved to them, students began observing other students, and just as things seemed like they couldn't get any more awkward…they did.

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In her haste to get to Arithmancy early, Hermione stumbled. She managed to catch herself, but her supplies were another story. All of her books flew out of her grip. As she was scooping them off of the floor, Harry and Ron wordlessly strode by, without so much as sparing her a glance.

"I can't believe this! You two are being so thick!" she shouted to them, voice cracking near the end.

The boys turned around to face her. It was Harry who spoke first.

"Thick, Hermione? I've given you all sorts of opportunity throughout the past few days to tell me what the hell has been going on! You've been keeping things from me."

"So what if I didn't tell you one small, little, thing Harry? You treat me as if we're not even friends!"

"You know, I don't really think you would call the relationship we have with you a friendship. And how can you call exchanging saliva with Draco Malfoy some small thing? I had no idea you were that shallow, Hermione! How could you kiss a guy like him? You snogged him and by doing so gave him exactly the kind of one-up on us he's been praying for. I would hardly call us friends." Ron said severely, walking away with Harry in tow.

From a distance, grey eyes gazed brown ones overflowing with sorrow, and for the first time, Hermione Granger unceremoniously skipped a class.

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After a long day, I settled myself into the head seat of the Slytherin table. I sent a pointed glare towards the Gryffindors, for my flawless complexion had been barbarically marred by those great big oafs. Of course, I administered the appropriate charms to hide the swelling and such, but it still hurt like hell, damnit.

However, such beauty comes with pain and two blows to my handsome face were a small price to pay in exchange for the demise of the golden trio.

Hermione Granger had dinner with only the company of Longbottom. It was difficult to keep in a chuckle, knowing this was my work. After some hard core thinking, I decided to go back to my original plans. The Malfoy Handbook definitely says something in Article 23 about never getting side-tracked. My first ideas were much better. The notion that I care for her is positively ridiculous, and I realize that. But I will not deny my slight obsession with her. I simply love seeing her so embarrassed. I will not, however, share her. I take pride in being able to read her better than any of her idiot friends and the pleasure I reap from violating her is indescribable. Above all else, I love the colossal attraction she feels towards me. She's mine, and I know it.

As if sensing my smoldering stare, she looked up at me. I was sure she would choke when she took in the message I had mouthed to her.

"You belong to me, Mudblood."

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I felt like I would wretch. The audacity! How could he say something like that? Hermione Granger did not belong to anyone. Even if I was insanely attracted to him, I by no circumstances belonged to him! The way he looked at me made my stomach churn. He stared with this completely bold confidence that scared me out of my wits. Nothing good could come from that sort of look being delivered by Draco Malfoy. I had to get out of there.

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I had to smirk when I saw her bid her goodbyes to Longbottom and hurry out of the hall. I mortified her with only one glance. My seductive powers must be growing stronger.

Leaving almost no interval between our exits, I headed out of the hall in her direction, but not before sending a wink to Weasley, who had been monitoring the exchange from a distance.

She was walking in the direction of Gryffindor tower, when I halted her by wrapping an arm around her waist from behind and pulling her towards me. If I hadn't covered her mouth with my other hand, I know she would've screamed. With a nibble at her ear, I whispered,

"Face it Granger. You're mine, and it's beyond your control."

She shuddered and spun around to meet my gaze with a determined one of her own.

"Nothing is beyond my control here Malfoy. It's my life, and I will not have you running it."

With a flick of my wand, a classroom door behind her opened, and with a shove of my arms, she was forced through it.

"What are you doing Malfoy?" she shrieked, trying to walk around me towards the door.

With another silent spell the door was closed and locked with a charm she didn't know.

She ducked under my arms and walked towards the door. While her back was turned, my agility allowed me to sneak up behind her. The two of us were as close as we could possibly get without touching, until

"You know, it's quite rude of you to try and get out like that. A normal spell won't work on this door." I said softly.

And as quickly as I imagined she would, she jolted around, once again shocked at the invasion of her personal space. She was panting from the scare of my voice breaking the silence. It looked as if she had tried ridiculously hard, but was unable to move. She was paralyzed. By my good looks, I assume.

And so, I shoved one of my legs between hers and kissed her brutally. I forced my tongue into her mouth and she tried to shove me off. After a minute or so, she submitted to me. Once more, she slowly began to kiss me back with as much force as I was kissing her. I don't believe she had really thought about it, it was probably natural. If coherent thought was possible for her when the two of us were in close boundaries she could have hexed me away ten minutes ago, but I seem to have some sort of affect on her.

After the intense lip lock had been broken, she stood against the door, panting, as I trailed kisses down her neck.

She moaned.

I smirked.

I undid the top few buttons of her uniform, so I could loosen the shirt and get better access to her shoulder, which I did.

It was her, who initiated the next kiss. She boldly wrapped a small hand around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. Right before our lips met, I paused. She flushed.

"Find a mirror, Granger. Take a look at yourself. Come to me tomorrow and tell me again that you don't belong to me. Resist me. I dare you." I spoke, onto her lips with a sneer.

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He waved his wand and the door clicked open. I bolted before he could say another word.

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