A/N: Sorry for the long wait everyone! I've had some health issues, but hopefully I'll be able to update more regularly ) Oh, and this is a rather...erm...mature update, so for those of you who don't like that sort of stuff, don't read. That's all I can say!

"Oh God, what've I done?" Draco mumbled frantically, absentmindedly running his hand through his hair. He had been pacing for what felt like ages, and finally it hit him: They would probably throw him in Azkaban. He had murdered Weasley.

Draco fell to the floor and was sick inside his dustbin.

He had to make a plan. Draco sat back up and rested his head against his bed; he could always ask Lucius for help, or one of the others, he was quite influential to the other Death Eaters...instantaneously, the Dark Mark on his forearm began to burn. He rubbed it slowly, attempting to dull the pain, when there was a knock at his door.

"Who's there?" Draco called.

Without an answer, the door flew open and there stood a clearly-shaken Hermione. Draco paled.

"What were you thinking?" she asked in a dangerously quiet voice. "What - in the hell - were you thinking?"

"Look, I didn't mean to - " he started in a rude voice, but Hermione strode over with amazing speed and smacked him across the face.

"Don't you dare speak to me like that!" Hermione interrupted. Draco glared up at her, seething, and grabbed her arm forcefully.

"Don't you dare hit me again, Granger, or you'll pay." Hermione's eyes widened at the tone of his voice and she fought to free her arm. "Don't," he commanded, but she didn't listen and began to scratch his hand with her nails.

"Let me go!"

"SHUT UP FOR FIVE MINUTES, MY GOD!" he bellowed, nearly throwing her arm in her face. Shocked, Hermione backed away from him, the tears threatening to fall.

"Don't do this Draco, not now, not after - "

"He deserved what he got! You wanted it to happen, don't lie," he said angrily.

"No, I didn't! I told you not to go after him! And guess what," Hermione continued, walking toward him, though fear shone through her new confidence, "h-he didn't rape me."

Draco stared at Hermione in disbelief.

"What?"

"It wasn't him, he was with Harry all day...it was someone polyjuicing him..."

"You...you lied to me?" Draco asked incredulously.

"No! I thought it was him, he acted exactly like Ron did," Hermione insisted, putting her hands over his arms. "Please, I didn't lie to you - "

Draco stared at Hermione so coldly she immediately ceased talking. "You...you wanted this to happen from the beginning, didn't you?" Draco said, nearly laughing maniacally. "Yeah...get the heir to the Malfoy fortune to kill off your abusive mate and then let him rot in Azkaban." Hermione stared at Draco in disbelief.

"Seduce him until he would oblige and then invent the entire rape theory - "

"That's not it, Draco!" Hermione interrupted once more, moving her hands to his chest. "I truly care for you, I do - "

"Shut up, Mudblood," he said coldly, pushing her hands away. "You've ruined my life - my future - and all for a shitty fuck."

Hermione's face changed as she raised her arm and punched him hard in the nose. Draco staggered backward, clutching his bleeding face.

"How dare you?" she whispered, crying profusely, but her anger pushed sadness aside. "YOU came on to ME. Don't you dare - I can't believe - I told you not to go after him - I can't believe - "

But in the next instant, Hermione was thrown backward against the wall, Draco's arm across her neck.

"Don't..." he said murderously, "Put...your filthy hands...on me." Hermione choked; his arm was beginning to cut off her air supply and she was fading in and out of conciousness. Draco pushed his body flat against hers and glared into her horror-stricken brown eyes. She felt her face flush; he was so close to her...the feel of him was intoxicating. He felt it, too, and suddenly he pressed his lips against hers with such a ferocity Hermione cried out.

She knew she shouldn't have liked it so much. She knew she shouldn't have responded. And most of all, she knew she shouldn't have allowed him access...but they both wanted it.

Draco's tongue forced his way through to sealed lips and Hermione had every intention of biting down but her body responded differently. She kissed him back with the same angry feeling - so angry it shouldn't have been called a kiss. Kissing is a form of affection, but this...this was simply anger and frustration thrown together in a lethal combination.

Before she knew it, Hermione's feet were off the ground, and wrapped around Draco's waist. He kissed her hard again, bruising her lips even more, and forcefully ripped off her knickers. He wasted no time in forcing his way inside her. Surprised by the suddenness, Hermione cried out again, but was quickly silenced with another fiery kiss. Her back was thrown against the wood-covered wall violently and she was sure she'd have bruises, but that didn't matter; her mind was fuzzy and all she could think about was how much harder he could pound into her.

"Faster," she growled in his ear, "if you're so angry..."

She didn't have time to finish. Draco heeded her demand instantly, thrusting inside her so hard the wall began to creak and splinter. Hermione threw her head back and moaned loudly as they both hit their climax, but Draco continued his rampage until he was satisfied.

Ten minutes later, Hermione left his Head Boy dormitory, leaving Draco behind. He lay back on his bed with a smirk plastered on his face; he was going to have to call for Lucius' aid most definitely. He couldn't get anything like that in Azkaban - at least not in a way he found pleasing. Halfway across the castle, Hermione slammed the door to her dormitory, knowing that was the last time she would ever see Draco again.