Author's note: later in the chapter there is some minor smut, but its not particularly detailed. just a warning for those who are squick-y about it. Also, this is a pretty long chapter but i saw no need to break it up into parts.

Chapter 2 - Flashbacks: The How and The Why

Hermione walked down the hall way, she was pale and there were large circles under her cheeks. The day before, her boyfriend, her best friend, Ron Weasley had broken up with her.

The worst part was that she had no idea why he had done so. She had thought that they were happy. At least she was. She had been completely destroyed when he broke it off with her. The only thing that kept Hermione together was that she knew that Ron was going though the same thing she was.

They had been cuddling near the fire after a long snowball fight with Harry, Ginny, Angelina Johnson and the other handful of Gryffindors that had stayed over the holidays. For once they had been alone and he had mentioned something about taking their relationship to the next level, she wasn't quite sure what the next level was, but she agreed anyway.

After all this was Ron, and she trusted Ron.

He looked so happy when she agreed, he kissed her softly and she responded in kind. They kissed for a while and then suddenly, he slipped his hands down her back and squeezed her bottom.

"Ron?" she had demanded. "What are you doing?"

Ron had studied her bewildered for a second.

"What do you mean what am I doing?" he had asked.

"You touched my bum." Hermione informed him.

"So?"

She had closed her mouth so quickly; he heard the audible click as her teeth clicked together.

"Nothing, I guess." she had replied. "I was just taken by surprise is all?"

Ron then frowned stood up and scratched his neck.

"I'm sorry, Mione." he said. "I really didn't think that you would get so bothered by it."

Hermione searched his face wondering why he looked so frustrated all of a sudden. What had she done?

"No, no." she said. "I just, I didn't think we were at that level yet."

At this, Ron froze, turned around and stared at her, his blue eyes wide in surprise.

"You're being serious?" he asked.

She nodded, very nearly rolling her eyes.

Ron barked out a few harsh laughs.

"Good God, Mione." he muttered, sighing, and running a hand though his hair. "You are so impossible."

Hermione smiled.

"How do you put up with me?" she asked coquettishly.

Ron's eyes had snapped up to hers.

"That's a good question."

He bent down and kissed her sweetly on the lips.

"Mione I have to tell you something." he had said.

She nodded.

"I have to go somewhere, 'Mione." he had said.

She had looked nervous and uncomprehending.

"Go where?"

"No where, listen it's a metaphor." he said. "I don't think this, us, is going anywhere."

Hermione's eyes widened and then filled with tears, she opened her mouth to say something when Ron continued.

"No, don't speak yet," he said. "It's just that, we aren't going anywhere, Mione, and I really love you I just- I'm not the right guy for you. And it kills me to do this. Let just be friends, 'Mione it's the best thing." he gently pushed her off of him and smiled sadly. "For both of us.

The only thing that Made Hermione feel better is that she knew that he loved her, and that he was hurting also from this. She knew that it would take time for the both of them to get back on their feet. Perhaps if she caught up with him now, he would realize his mistake and just damn whatever his reasons were to hell and they would be together again.

"Aura honorab"

The portrait swung open and Hermione was greeted with the very last thing she had ever thought she would see in her life.

"Yesss!"

Sylvia Heyworth. A Ravenclaw Prefect.

She was half naked, spread eagled on one of the desks, her head arched back in ecstasy. Her eyes were closed tightly.

Hermione looked away immediately. She was so embarrassed to see someone like that. Merlin, she hoped that she could sneak out of there before the girl caught her. If it was embarrassing enough for her, she could imagine how mortified she would be had she been in Sylvia's position.

"Yess, Ron!"

At the scream of her former boyfriend's name, Hermione's eye snapped back to see a sweaty Ron; finish himself off in the Ravenclaw.

Hermione felt her cheeks burn and she blinked away hot tears. She fled from the place as fast she could, heading towards the prefect's office. She threw herself into on of the further armchairs and just sat huddled there. She had succeeded in keeping her tears from sliding down her cheeks.

Later...

She returned to the Gryffindor tower that night, sitting huddled into herself in a far corner. All the Gryffindors filed into the room as it was getting late.

She noticed two shadows, separate from the group and approach where she was hiding.

She realized who they were almost instantaneously.

Hurriedly, Hermione cast a distraction charm around herself.

"What is it, Ron?"

The light was dim so Hermione could not see them well, but she knew from that unmistakable voice that it was Harry.

"I did something bad, Harry." Ron said in hushed tones.

She saw Harry shake his head.

"No, Ron." he said sounding halfway between amused and chastising. "You didn't set off some of those Dung bombs Fred gave you for Christmas in Filch's office again have you?"

She noticed that Ron fidgeted uncomfortably under Harry's teasing gaze.

"Where is Mione?" Harry asked oblivious for once, he slapped Ron on the shoulder. "Where has your girlfriend got to? She's got to help me scold you, no one can tell anyone off like your 'Mione."

"I don't know where she is, Harry." Ron said quietly. "And she isn't mine. She was never mine."

Harry cocked an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"You wouldn't understand." Ron muttered darkly. "You've never wanted something that you can't have."

Hermione heard the slight noise from Harry, as if the boy-who-lived wanted to retaliate but then decided not to.

"What do you mean, mate?" he asked instead.

"I never had her." Ron said. He shoved a hand through his hair. "I thought that I could make this work with her, I love to be with her it's just that," there was a pause. "There's something missing. And I've been looking around trying to find out exactly I was missing with Hermione. And I'm missing out on a lot."

Harry stayed silent, waiting for Ron to continue.

"I don't know." Ron muttered. "At first I stayed with her because she was there you know? I don't have to worry with Hermione; she'll always be there,"

Hermione suppressed a gasp. Was that what she meant to Ron? Something convenient?

"But then I decided to try, for her sake, you know?" he was continuing. "She seemed too happy to be with me, romantically. I thought that if I could have her, then somehow I'd become more interested in her. That way."

She saw Harry bobbing his head.

"So I propositioned her and she said yes," Ron went on. "So we fooled around and I got an erection for the first time in a while and then she left. Just plain pushed me off."

Harry stopped nodding.

Hermione was appalled. not only did Ron see her as convenient, he wanted to have sex with her, and was now angry that she had not lived up to his 'convenient' title of his.

That bastard!

"I couldn't do it. After a few weeks with her I needed to just get some, just for old times' sake." Ron muttered. "Hermione is such a little Mc Gonagall. A while back I asked her about it and she muttered something about saving herself till marriage and such. God she could kill the mood better than anything."

"Ron isn't you being a little harsh?" asked Harry.

Ron shook his head.

"Seriously, mate." he said. "I love her but one wrong move and she'll bring you down faster than a thousand cold showers. I'm not even so pissed that she patrols with other guys because I know they don't see her as a girl. Hell, they'd probably think she was a guy if she wasn't wearing a skirt."

Hermione had had enough. Not only were her very best friends in the world sitting around and talking about her, they had just said that she was undesirable. To any boy in school. Merlin, Harry didn't even stand up for her.

Oh, she had better get out of there before she hexed something good and proper. Most probably someone. Most probably Ron.

To think at one point she thought that he would never hurt her.

She got out of her chair and stormed off. Harry and Ron snapped out of their discussion, their discussion of her.

"Hermione?" called Ron, sounding flabbergasted.

"Stay away from me," she yelled back. "You-"

She called Ron a few nasty names that she wouldn't normally, however, the situation did provoke her.

The tower was quiet, everyone stared at her. It was a rare thing to see Hermione explode and scream infidelities at the top of her lungs, especially not at Harry or Ron. (Draco malfoy, probably, but Ron?)

"I cannot believe you." she screamed before bolting out the door.

She had dashed down the deserted corridors, glad that it was nearly curfew and no one was out and about. She ran into the library, her sanctuary. Running down the shelves until the furthest possible table, she sat down, head in her hands and sobbed her eyes out.

Her boyfriend, the one person she had trusted, the one she loved, was in love with, had cheated on her. Made love with another and then, even worse blamed it on her. Then broke it off when he deemed that she was a non-sexual creature?

How could he?

How could she?

Why had she trusted him? Good old Ron? How could he have done this to her? He was the very first person she had ever chanced her heart with. She had always believed that he was incapable of hurting her. He was so good to her, so loving and so-

She was so angry she felt so betrayed; this was behavior she expected from Draco Malfoy, not at all from Ronald Weasley!

She would have been less hurt if it was Malfoy. Malfoy who betrayed her (not that she would ever be in a compromising position with him,) or spoke badly about her. Him she could handle. But Ron. And because it was him who said it, who thought it, there was a chance that it was true.

What if she wasn't desirable? What if he was so desperate to stay with her that it really was her fault that he cheated.

And now he had her thinking like this? Like she was some pathetic dimwit? Someone so frumpy that she couldn't even attract an over hormoned teenager? That was it. She was NOT going to cry over that bastard anymore.

Nope.

All she had to do was get angry, well it wasn't that hard. What Ron had done was beyond atrocious, she could not believe that he was even capable of that.

Merlin, she was angry.

Undesirable?

She could be desirable, she could be plenty desirable.

There was a sudden noise a little ways off.

Hermione ceased sniveling immediately.

Creeping around the shelves, she saw the pale for of the Slythrin prince, himself.

Usually she would have bee completely horrified, she hoped and prayed that Malfoy had not heard her crying.

It didn't seem like it.

He seems distracted, his as not sitting up straight and looking for all to see like someone so bad, hell spat him back out. He was slumped over his chair, his head in his hands he seemed to be massaging his eyes. He looked like he was lost in thought. Stormy and sad. It was a something of him she had never glimpsed before.

And then he noticed her and the candid pose fell away leaving his usual unreadable face and steely gray eyes in its place.

"Granger? What are you doing out?"

Hermione glared at him.

"That's none of your business, Malfoy." she snapped.

The bastard smirked.

"Whatever Granger, I was asking simply to ask." he drawled. "I don't really care one way or another about what you're doing here, mudblood, but it is adorable of you to think I gave a damn."

Hermione's bad mood worsened.

And that's when it happened.

Undesirable her arse.

Almost with out her knowledge, Hermione strode up to Draco Malfoy, straddled his hips and kissed him. Hard.

He pushed her off immediately.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Mudblood?" he demanded.

Hermione ground her hips down, feeling him responds. Unconsciously, he grunted.

"Proving a point."

Hermione very nearly smirked as she felt him stiffen underneath her.

She leaned down, as if she was going to kiss him again, but then stopped a hair's breath away from his lips. She sighed, as if willing the strength to do this, something wholly unlike her.

"I want you to fuck me, Malfoy."

For a single moment, his features registered absolute shock. In that terrible moment, Hermione was frightened that he would push her off him, affirming everything that Ron and Harry had said about her. It was a well known fact that Draco Malfoy had one of the most active libidos in Hogwarts and if she couldn't seduce him while she sat on top of him grinding onto his lap then she would never ever be able to seduce anyone.

Then he moaned and slammed his mouth against hers.

It was passionate and carnal and Hermione felt the world drop away as Malfoy's tongue tangled with hers. She responded, pouring all her anger and frustration and shame into the furious battle of their kiss.

Her hands buried themselves in his hair, holding him to her as if she was forcing him to kiss her. His arms tangled around her waist pulling her as close to him as possible with out being naked. They looked for all to see as if they were trying desperately to devour each other.

then he began running hands up and down her back, stopping right before her back became her bottom, he clutched at her pulling her harder against him, and untucking her white uniform shirt from her skirt.

She was startled to find that the low moan she heard came not from his throat but hers. She slowly worked her hands down the front of his shirt, undoing the buttons and then struggling slightly to unbuckle his belt.

Suddenly, he pushed her off of him, she whimpered at the sudden loss of contact.

"Dirty little mudblood." Malfoy growled.

He shoved her up against one of the desks and ripped open her shirt sending buttons flying everywhere. He didn't hesitate for a minute; he snapped open her bra and devoured her breasts.

Had her brain been working, Hermione would have wondered why they were doing this. Why they were moving so fast, she had not been comfortable at all with her boyfriend touching her in a much more innocent manner than her nemesis was now touching her. Why she was allowing Draco Malfoy, of all people, to do all these things to her. all these things would have occurred to her had her brain been working, but by now her rational brain was not working, it was too busy being over loaded with the sensations that blond Slytherin's touch elicited from her.

And then suddenly, a thought, a pure and complete spliced though her. This was her first time. Didn't she need to tell him that?

"malfoy-" she cried out in alarm as she felt his fingers brush her aching centre.

"Not bad, granger." he purred in her ear, as he leaned over. His fingers pulled away from where she needed them the most for a second, "now," he added conversationally, he suddenly pinched her clit. "Once more with feeling."

"Malfoy-oh!" her shriek was cut short by a low moan.

Malfoy smirked.

he probed his talented fingers even more around her slick opening, making all her previous thoughts exit her head once again, she heard him curse and rip off her sensible Marks and Spencer knickers giving him complete access to her core.

"Malfoy," she finally managed to say between moans. "Wait- I-"

And then his fingers brushed against something, the proof of Hermione's innocence.

"fuck." he muttered. Steely gray eyes, dark with desire met with her nervous chocolate brown ones. She desperately tried to read what his emotions registered but it was impossible. "You are one bloody piece of work, granger."

She was about to reply when he began attacking her clit. Whatever she planned on saying, it turned into a high uncontrollable moan as two of his fingers pumped in and out of her, and his thumb pressing down on the little bundle of nerves.

She felt the pressure building at the base of her spine.

And then he thrust himself into her, roughly bruising her one last time and sending her over the edge. She was so much in the throes of her own orgasm that she didn't even feel his punch through the barrier of her hymen.

Hermione the her head back and moaned his name, lost in the sensation as spasm after spasm of pleasure ran through her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

Malfoy waited for her orgasm to subside before rolling his hips pushing himself deeper into her. She gasped as her eyes flew open in shock; she had thought that they were done. It was finished.

"You didn't think that was it did you?" he whispered silkily into her ear.

He allowed her to properly adjust to his length until his iron hard self control began slipping. There was only so long one could wait sheathed like this after all. Then he slowly began to thrust into her. Her eyes were lulled shut by the sensation. his kept the pace slow at first but soon he was pounding into her at a frenzied pace, pulling out almost the whole way before ramming back into her and brushing the spot that he knew would cause her to moan in appreciation.

Hermione was totally gone, she was unconsciously bringing her hips up to meet his impassioned thrusts, fucking him back mindlessly. She was so lost in the ecstasy she was feeling, drowning in the sensation of being thoroughly fucked.

A low hiss escaped from between his teeth as they hurtled towards their climaxes.

And then with one last thrust it crashed over them, both screamed each others names shaking the rafters. their mingled cried echoed though the library the power of their orgasm blasting all though from the two lovers' minds, being caught, being found, be damned. It was like a great explosion of white hot pleasure, more powerful than anything either of them had ever felt before. Driving away anger, driving away pain and anguish and betrayal, confusion and turmoil. It shook their combined universe and for a moment, everything snapped into place, but the lovers were too far-gone to notice.

Finally, completely spent, he collapsed on top of her, both of them covered in a fine sheen of sweat and breathing heavily.

The spell was broken and suddenly they realized exactly what they had just done.