Disclaimer: yadda yadda don't own them, you know the deal.

A/N: I always had an obsession with this pairing, but I've gotten sick of the cliched "Draco reverts to a good guy and loves her forever and totally goes OOC " thing...

"I can't do this." she said closing the door of the classroom behind her.

"Sure you can," he said shaking his head and advancing on her. "I mean, you're the smartest witch in our year. Any halfwit would know what do when locked in an empty classroom with a member of the opposite sex."

She glared at him and backed up into a desk. "Let me rephrase that then," she spat out coldly. "I can't do this . . . with you."

He grabbed both her wrists and pulled her against him. She could feel the bruises forming on them already.

"You're not exactly a treat for me either are you? Mudblood" He spat digging his nails into her arm. He smirked and released her when he saw that she was in pain.

"Then why me?" she asked clutching her bleeding arm. "You can have any slytherin whore in this whole fucking school and you pick the gryffindor mudblood."

"What a mouth you have," he laughed kissing her lips quickly. Disgusted she shoved him away; he stumbled but caught himself before he fell. Hissing angrily he looked up and his eyes flashed dangerously.

"Answer my question ferret!" she demanded grasping her wand in her pocket.

"Why you?" he said in a voice mocking hers. "Because you hate me, but in the end you always give in. Another victory for me. Just imagine scarhead's face if he found out. Oh and the weasel's too, can't forget him."

Her wand was level with his eyes. "I do hate you," she hissed, "You're fucking disgusting."

He smirked at her. His blonde hair fell in those piercing grey eyes of his.

"I know," he laughed grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back. He kept twisting till she couldn't take it and she released her wand. It hit the floor with a clatter. He loosened his grip, but only enough so he wasn't hurting her . . . too much.

He kissed her neck. She closed her eyes and bit her lip in disgust but that didn't stop her knees from going weak.

"I'm sick and twisted," he whispered into her ear.

"But you love it."

And like all the other times, she stopped fighting back.