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When they had arrived back at Hogwarts, Hermione had fallen, exhausted, onto her bed, and tried to dream only of Draco and not of her parents' sick faces, Narcissa's cold and unwelcoming manor, and the threats that seemed to want to eat her alive. She was unsuccessful, and only the thought of school and the work that would keep her busy was able to calm her nerves.

After she finally awoke, too late for breakfast, she jumped up and prepared for her first class, Potions. She shared the class with Draco, but also with Ron and Harry, a prospect that made her stomach clench a little. She had an excuse to sit next to Draco, as the Heads were required to sit next to each other, but she still would have to put on a hateful act towards the boy, so doubts wouldn't be raised. Snape's watchful eyes would only make this a harder feat to accomplish.

Draco had left before her, and she hadn't even had a chance to see him. This only resulted in her breath traitorously leaving her as she first spotted him in the Potions classroom. His silver-blond hair was hanging in his eyes, which were fastened on the parchment in front of him. His pale skin stood out perfectly from the other students. As she joined him at his table, with only a quick smile for Harry and Ron, he fastened his gaze on her, and a hint of a smile appeared on his face, which he quickly twisted into a smirk for anyone watching.

"Granger." The informal greeting was still too civil, and Hermione caught confused glances from the people around them. Everybody knew that they had taken a leave from school together, and the reason had quickly spread as well. Even so, suspicions of friendship were bound to be raised…and from there…people couldn't find out about them. It was too dangerous.

Hermione only glared at him in response, and quickly looked away, trying to ignore him by glaring at Snape instead. This seemed to work, until half way through the class when Draco's fingers brushed up against hers while they were chopping roots for a potion. Her head shot up, and caught a hint of his faux-innocent expression before his normal coldness slid back into place.

"Looking at something, Granger?"

"Just a slimy Ferret, that's all." Harry and Ron laughed from the table over, and Hermione looked over, surprised at how happy hearing their laughs made her. The act Draco was putting on seemed to become much more real at this point, but Hermione was too distracted to notice. The emptiness that losing her best friends had created had been momentarily filled, and she was grinning with pleasure.

"Oy, Hermione, you coming to the Quiddich match tonight?" Ron was biting his lip, obviously nervous to be talking to her, nervous that she may give him the same stony glare that she had fixed upon him ever since the Lavender Incident.

"Yeah, I'll meet you guys in the Gryffindor common room and walk down with you?" Their conversation almost felt formal to Hermione, but at least they were talking. Draco seemed to be chopping more and more violently, and Hermione shot him a glare as she noticed the pieces were uneven and rough.

"That's perfect; it'll be a good game…Slytherin is going to get it…" Ron stared at Draco maliciously, and the Slytherin gave him an equally hateful look back.

"You wish, Weasel."

Harry was about to jump to Ron's defense, but Hermione tried desperately to stop the brawl by snapping at Draco to be more careful with their potion, into which he was splashing ingredients carelessly.

The rest of the day passed with Draco acting distracted and irritated, which only furthered Hermione's anxiety to see her friends at their game. By the time they got back to their common room, Draco was barely even looking at Hermione.

"How the hell are you going to let that fucking Weasel continue to see you after what he did!" As soon as they were alone, Draco had snapped at Hermione with a furious look on his face.

"Why do you care, Malfoy?"

"Oh, back to last names now are we?" Draco's eyes blazed and he grabbed Hermione and shoved her up against the wall. "Well, maybe I think it's disgusting how you're crawling back to him."

Hermione's heart raced, not knowing whether to be terrified at the way Draco had her roughly pushed up against the stone, or be aroused at the way his body was pressed against her's. "Is that what you think this is about?" Hermione hissed at the boy whose face was so close to her own, and his hands tightened on her shoulders, sending pain shooting through her arms.

"Come on, Hermione. Potty and Weasel call, and you jump. I'm sure you and poor-boy will be all over each other again in no time."

Hermione's eyes widened as she realized Draco was jealous, that he couldn't even trust her to not run back to the boy who had ripped her heart to shreds. "Do you really think you know me well enough to assume how I think, Draco?" The use of his first name seemed to calm the icy fire in Draco's expression. "Do you really mistrust me that much?"

"Why should I trust you?"

"Why should I trust YOU, Draco? You did everything in your power to hurt me for six years. You're the person most tightly affiliated with Voldemort, who has been trying to kill my best friend his entire life you may remember, at this school."

Draco released his grip on Hermione, and she couldn't read his expression. The Malfoy shield was up. "Will this ever work, Hermione? We can't even fucking trust each other."

"Not now…we barely know each other, Draco. And yet I still think we will be able to build some. I don't want Ron. Not anymore. I just want my friends back."

Draco winced when she referred to his enemies as friends, but the shield had dropped once again, and she was able to see the need in his face. He grabbed her once again, and Hermione felt herself back up against the wall, but this time the pain was more arousing then anything she had ever felt.

Draco bit her neck, and moved his hand to her breast, his pale fingers tracing her hardening nipples through the thin fabric the shirt underneath her cloak. She moaned with desire, and he moved his way up her neck to her lips, pressing against them hungrily. His tongue forced her lips open, and intertwined with hers frantically. She bit his bottom lip softly and then harder with his encouraging groan. She felt his erection against her hip, and moved so that it was rubbing against her throbbing slit.

He picked her up, and carried her into his room, already loosening her robes, which fell to the ground as soon as he released her. She ran her tongue over his lips as she undid his green robes, and moved her hands to his hard cock, massaging it through his pants.

He pushed her onto the bed, and lifted her shirt, one hand undoing her bra, and slipped both over her head. His cold mouth kissed and licked her nipples, and when he gently but insistently used his teeth, Hermione felt the pain shoot straight to her already aching clit. His hand slid between her legs, teasingly resting on her damp mound. She grabbed his shoulders, and flipped him on his back, taking off his shirt in the same motion. She began moving against him to relieve herself slightly, and felt him harden even more in response. He moaned with pleasure, and unsnapped the button on her jeans. He slid her off him, and worked her pants off slowly, savoring the sight of her soaked panties and smooth legs. He kissed her roughly, claiming her as his as he ripped off her underwear and slid two fingers inside her. She wanted to scream with the bliss that his fingers brought her, but bit her lip to keep it in. His thumb rubbed against her clit and circled it possessively, bringing Hermione to the edge. He quickly moved her so that his head was between her legs, and kept his fingers thrusting into her as his tongue slid into her wet slit. He relished in her sweet taste, and she threw her head back as she felt the tightening that meant she was about to come. When it happened, she couldn't control herself any longer, and she cried out as Draco encouraged her rocking body by softly licking her swollen folds.

Without giving her a chance to recover, Draco pounced on Hermione and kissed her again, letting her taste herself. Her small hands undid his pants, and slid them and his boxers off in one motion. She felt his hard cock in her hands, and moved them along his shaft, causing his body to shudder deliciously. He looked at her as he positioned himself above her.

"Are you a virgin?"

Hermione bit her lip, afraid that he may scorn her inexperience, leave her. "Yes."

"Good." Her eyes widened at the unexpected response. "You're mine." His words encircled her, and the fierce look on his face only caused her pussy to get slicker. He thrust inside her without another word, and the sweet pain made Hermione arch her back with excitement. He went slowly at first, and then pumped into her with as much force as possible, causing the bed to rock and moans to escape their lips. Hermione dug her nails into his back, and he bit her lips thoroughly. Their relationship wasn't a sweet and perfect romance; it was rough and passionate, dangerous and painful. Draco screamed out as he came, and the feeling caused Hermione to have another orgasm as powerful as her first.

They laid together and didn't have to speak. They needed each other. He was hers and she was his.

Forevermore must I want yearn need bleed for you?
Your back, with smooth and pale skin
Your eyes, with rough desire
You
That I adore
That I caress
That I taste
The battle between mind and body rages
The heart screaming passion
I always give in to you
And I don't regret a thing
Not a thing
Your hands run over me
And leave my thoughts on you forever
Your face in the windows everywhere always eternally
Your voice running through my dreams
I am a child looking on innocently
But you transform me into somebody new
Somebody older wiser better
Somebody who can be complete

(AN: The poem is just what I thought Hermione may be thinking…. Review please!)