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As Hermione pushed open the doors of the Great Hall, she noticed nothing else but the absence of music. Her vision seemed to be blurred, her heart raced in her chest. She knew Pansy had told everybody what she saw, and gradually the feeling of staring eyes hit her and her vision returned.

She could only see Harry and Ron, everybody else was unimportant at this moment. Harry looked completely devastated and betrayed. Ron was furious, his jaw clenched and his skin flushed. Draco was beside her, and his warmth grounded her.

They made their way into the crown, and murmurs surrounded. Hermione saw Pansy in the corner of her eye, looking triumphant. Draco, with a final reassuring look, went to the Slytherins. They had agreed that they must play it off, and try to convince their friends that it was a one-time thing. They thought it was the only possible way they could protect themselves as long as possible. It was too early yet – Lucius was probably already beginning the hunt for his son, and rumors would only encourage him to move faster.

Hermione slowly walked up to her friends, who had dark scowls on their faces. Ron looked ready to hit her, but Harry spoke first, and his friend's incentive stopped Ron's hand.

"Malfoy? Hermione…he's just out to hurt you. He torments you constantly!"

Hermione tried to force an uncaring smile, to brush the episode off and wake up from this nightmare. "I know Harry. I just had a bit to drink before we came down here, and with the music, and the light…it all just went to my head." Hermione faced Ron and played her guilt card. "Ever since that night with you and Lavender…I just have been feeling rather down, and it just caught up with me too fast, ad with the wrong person."

Harry's face began to relax, and Ron's angry flush turned to one of humiliation. "I really am sorry, Hermione."

"I know, Ron." She smiled at him, and he looked at her with the same longing eyes that he had adorned when they were dating.

"I'm so sorry again you guys, you have no idea how much. Do you think I will ever live this down with the rest of the school, especially the Slytherins? I bet Malfoy is over there right now, making as much fun of me as possible." The Trio looked over, and sure enough, Draco's signature smirk was prominently displayed as he motioned to Hermione in a laughing manner.

Hermione had to bite her tongue to keep from whimpering, for although she knew Draco was only pretending, seeing his scorn was almost too much to handle. Her friends saw this, but took it to mean that she was upset about the entire episode.

"Don't worry, Hermione, we'll fix it up with the other students."

She looked at Harry gratefully. They had fallen for her lies once again, and Ron was even obviously still smitten with her. Even so, she recognized Harry's slight suspicion, and so she turned to Ron and began flirting. When she glanced back at Harry, the doubtful glint was gone from his eye, and he was looking happily at her and Ron's interaction. She informed them of the next party date, as they had been postponed due to Draco and her absences, and the planning for the Ball, and it was almost back to normal, save for the way Hermione's mind kept wandering treacherously back to Draco.

Finally, the Ball was over, and Hermione was able to go back to her common room. When she arrived, Draco was already there.

"So Potty and the Weasel fell for it then?"

"Yeah, your group?"

"Perfectly." They looked at each other, and immediately Hermione rushed into his arms.

"I hated to see you look at me like that again."

"Well, I hated seeing you look at Weasley like that again. There's nothing we can do. Not now."

"I know."

He kissed her, and she felt his tongue snake between her lips. As he ran it over the soft skin, she felt shivers run down her spine. His hand lightly traced her shoulders and neck, and she felt the areas where he touched go icy hot.

Suddenly, she felt weightless, and realized that she was gently levitating in the air. She pulled away from Draco, and looked at his sharply. He grinned mischievously at her, and she saw that he had his wand out and pointed directly at her.

"Put me down, Draco."

"Oh, no…I don't think so, Granger…I think I may have a little fun first," he growled. His voice sounded deeper, and nearly animalistic. Hermione felt the heat between her legs that only he could create.

Slowly, Draco positioned Hermione so that she was floating on her back in front of him. He undid her robes, and they pooled on the ground at his feet. He ran his hands up her arms, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his rough fingers. The distance between herself and the floor was daunting, but Draco's presence made it not matter. She felt safe.

He unhurriedly began to untie her corset, until her dress was loose enough to slip off. Her almost entirely exposed body felt completely alive as Draco gazed at it. He lightly ran a single fingertip over the insides of her thighs, causing a moan to escape from her lips. At the pleading sound, Draco looked at her cunningly, one side of his face still covered by the white mask.

"Do you want more?"

"Oh, please Draco…" Her words tore from her throat as she gasped, for he had just smoothly slid off her panties. He spread her legs open, and slowly ran a finger across her wet slit. Her suspended body trembled, and he quickly slid two fingers inside of her to momentarily relieve the almost painful throbbing. He lowered his head after removing his mask, and his tongue encircled her clit expertly. She gasped, and her thighs tightened around him. The sensation of only air underneath her was frightening but exciting, and it didn't take long for Draco to make her body shake in ecstasy.

As soon as she came, Draco roughly snatched her from the air and brought her to earth, throwing her onto the bed. Hermione felt her wetness return fully as Draco threw off his robes and pinned her underneath him. He growled again, this time deep in his throat, and he bit her lip. She hurriedly undid the rest of his clothing, and tore off the fabric separating them. His erection pressed into her, and she threw her head back as the sweet pain of him thrusting into her came. He wasn't gentle, but she didn't want gentle. As he plunged into her faster and faster, she never wanted him to stop. He made her ride him, and as she moved more and more naturally, she relished in the way his nails dug into her skin. And as he came, she wanted nothing more than to feel the hot cum inside her.

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