Tainted Love

Sometimes I feel I've got to run away,

I've got to get away from the pain you drive in the heart of me,

The love we share seems to go no where,

I've lost my life I toss and turn I can't sleep at night,

Once I ran to you, now I run from you,

This tainted love you've given

I've gave you all a boy could give you take my tears and that's not nearly all,

Tainted love…

Remake Performed by: Marilyn Manson

Giving Us a Chance

After the feast Professor Dumbledore led the two head students to their dorm, "Here is your portrait, Duluca the ware wolf is in there somewhere. As usual everything is already inside waiting for you, and your pass word is pop corn shrimp. Good night,"

"Good night professor," They said in unison as they gazed at the portrait of the full moon with a ware wolf in it.

"Pass word," The wolf growled appropriately.

"Popcorn shrimp," Hermione remarked sweetly and the portrait swung open. They entered their common room which was decorated with Slytherin and Gryffindor colors, and there were two doors leading to separate rooms. One marked 'Head Girl', and the other marked 'Head Boy'. Hermione ran to her room and opened the door, a king sized four poster bed was placed at the far eastern wall, and on the northern wall was the closest door, and on the western wall there was another door, Hermione guessed it was a door to a bathroom. She entered to find a large Jacuzzi sized tub and twin showers on opposite sides of the bathroom, as well as twin sinks, but only a single toilet. "One bathroom, we have to share?" She heard from across the room.

"I guess it only makes sense," She whispered in response.

"That's alright with me if it's alright with you,"

"It's fine with me, now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to take a bath." Hermione announced shoving Draco out of the bathroom.

An hour later, Hermione emerged from the bathroom in a red tank top and black sweat pants; her hair was in a tight braid that draped over her shoulder to the middle of her back. She grabbed one of her books, and curled up on a green couch in front of the roaring fire.

Draco was already in the common room, sitting in an overstuffed scarlet arm chair, reading as well. He stopped what he was doing when he heard Hermione's door open, and watched her walk all the way to the couch she planted herself in. 'God she's hot,' Draco smiled with a long contented sigh. Hermione glanced over her book and giggled slightly, 'I can't believe I just thought that, she probably heard it all,' he got up and bid her good night, retiring himself into the comfort of his own room.

AS hew as beginning to climb into his bed, there was a knock at his door; he opened it only to find Hermione throwing herself into his arms. Their eyes met, and he was swept into a whirlwind of emotion as he gazed into her hazel orbs of fury. She kissed him, deeply, passionately, begging to gain entrance to his mouth, he granted access and as her tongue tickled his he wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up, carrying her to his bed. They broke apart breathing heavily, "That was incredible…" he gasped as he laid on his bed next to her, his head propped up on his hand. He realized the same fiery explosion of emotions had taken control of them just as they had when the two had kissed at the masquerade.

"What's the occasion Love?" He wondered, hoping he hadn't ruined the moment.

"I saw how you looked at me, and I wanted to find out if the feelings from our kiss over the summer were real…" She blushed; embarrassed that she had reminded him of their first kiss.

"That electrifying, deeply satisfying, leaves you wanting more excitement," Draco whispered knowing exactly what Hermione was talking about.

"You felt it too then? I wondered if maybe that had something to do with you being so nice and understanding of me." Hermione was slightly surprised that he had felt the same feelings that she had.

"Yes, I felt it. But that has nothing to do with why I changed, well, I guess it does a bit, but I mean I changed because it was for the best. You and everyone else need to know the real me, the me that Blaise and my mother see all the time. Not the person whom my father wanted me to be." Draco explained turning onto his back, and staring at the ceiling.

"Well, I like the real you I believe, but we still have to get to know each other, and I hope that you will like the real me," she kissed him once more, "Good night my Dragon,' she whispered as she went back to her room.

The next morning Hermione woke bright and early to the sound of the running water in the shower coming to a halt, 'Draco must be up…I mean Malfoy…or do I mean Draco…?' she thought as her mind lingered on the events of the night before 'I mean Draco, it was real. Every thing that happened last night wasn't it…?' she wondered to herself, as she quickly dressed and entered the common room, at the very same time that Draco was exiting his room.

"Good morning Love," Draco cheerfully greeted lightly kissing her cheek as they came together, and then leaving the shared space, "Coming to breakfast?" he asked once he got to the door, realizing she hadn't been following him.

"Oh, yes of course," she said as she ran to join him. She took him by the hand, and found it easy to smile as she walked to the great hall with him. He had never had a girl hold his hand really the way that Hermione had insisted upon doing when they were out together in public.

Once again they found those students who had witnessed the phenomenon the day before were shocked to see the couple nearly glued at the hip. "Hermione, why on Earth are you and Malfoy getting along, and holding hands even," Collin Creevy asked.

"Well, you see Collin, Draco and I are engaged…Betrothed actually, by Blood pact and we're just trying to make the best of our situation." Hermione explained quite calmly.

She was taking the intrusion of their privacy much more maturely than Draco was, he was fuming. It was taking everything he had inside of him to not tear Creevy's blood head off, and tell everyone else that was watching the civil confrontation to mind their own fucking business. She must have been reading his mind to have handled the problem so quickly and calmly. "People are starting to talk Hermione; the two of you shouldn't be physically expressing yourselves if you want to keep a clean reputation around him." Collin advised her.

"Fuck what they say!" Draco yelled, "what if I want the whole bloody world to know how I feel about Hermione, what if I want to express my love for her in front of everyone? Screw them, I just don't care anymore!"

"Malfoy can't really be serious, can he Hermione, I mean about the whole loving you thing," Collin wondered backing away from an infuriated advancing Draco.

"Well, I don't think he's lying if that's what you mean," Hermione remarked, "Draco please, let him be, he's just the one that's brave enough to say what everyone else is thinking…" she pleaded as she pulled on Draco's arm, refusing to release his hand.

"You're right, he's not worth my time, or my energy," Draco snapped over his shoulder at Collin as Hermione dragged him away into the great hall.

"Who does that Mudblood think she is, draping herself all over my Drakie-poo?" Pansy Parkinson growled as she watched Draco and Hermione enter the great hall.

"Hey Parkinson, Draco has never been yours, and Granger isn't a Mudblood." Blaise snarled in defense of his best mate.

"Well, she most certainly resembles and smells like a Mudblood, so she must be, unless she's a Weasley," Pansy retaliated as she swaggered away toward Draco and Hermione to cause some more trouble for the couple. "Granger, remove you self from such pureblood superiority!" She barked as she poked Hermione in the shoulder.

"Excuse me, whom exactly are you speaking of?" Hermione shouted; if there was some one that irritated her more than Draco Malfoy himself, it was Pansy Parkinson.

"You heard me Mudblood; remove your inferior self from my Drakie-Poo!" Pansy repeated.

"Drakie-Poo huh, that's a horrid nick name." Hermione whispered to him, "You know Parkinson; I don't think that I'll be removing myself from Draco any time soon. I'm rather quite comfortable here, and I'm most certain that you aren't a real threat to me. Especially since pureblood runs through my veins,"

"Beat it Pansy, or I'll hex you myself," Draco growled, "Just go away, before you get yourself hurt, or worse expelled." Pansy, shocked by Draco standing up for Mudblood Granger, found herself obeying Draco's commands, it was strange how he held such an influence over her. Hermione simply raised an eyebrow at him and sat down at the Gryffindor table.

'You didn't have to step in like that,' Hermione thought to Draco, watching him sit down at the Slytherin table.

'I know, but I wanted to, no one deserves to be harassed by Parkinson, especially not you,' he replied as Hermione watched his face squirm in horror as Pansy latched herself onto Draco's arm. 'Excuse me while I retrieve my arm.'

'No problem, enjoy,' Hermione giggled as she witnessed her fiancé blow out Pansy's eardrum with his roar of fury.

"Hermione are you feeling ok? I thought I just heard you giggle, at Malfoy," Harry pondered staring at her in disbelief.

"Oh, no not at anything he said or did, just at his current predicament with pug faced Parkinson." Hermione pointed out with a sigh.

"Doesn't that make you angry though?" Ginny blurted out.

"What could I possibly have to worry about with Parkinson? She's not even close to being a threat to me, I am everything she isn't, and besides, what could Draco possibly see in her that he can't have in me?" Hermione contemplated shocking Ginny, Ron and Harry with her sudden flash of cocky confidence. "Well, I'll see you guys around, I'm off to Potions," She sighed with a flip of her hair over her shoulder, and she left the great hall swinging her hips like she ruled the world, and for a moment, to every guy in the great hall she did.