This weekend was funnish, tho not really. welllllllll...ive finally go the entire story worked out in my head and but EVERYTHING is changeable..if you just leave a little review! ;-) hope u enjoy!

Hermione wasn't sure whether to scream in anguish or to deepen the kiss. Her body undeniably longed to be one with his, but she shrugged this off uneasily. No matter his physical allure Draco Malfoy was nothing more than a dirty, disgusting Death Eater.

She pushed away without avail, Malfoy was strong and had not been trapped in a small cell for the past year of his life. He pressed up against her and kissed her deeply, almost bruisingly. She winced in pain and fought against him, but his strength was overpowering.

Eventually she gave up moving, hoping that in some way this would turn him off. It did not. She could feel the bulge betwixt his legs hardening against her, and she screamed in disgust. He did not care if she wanted him or not, she would have him. Hermione was comforted by the fact that she had a hex on her warding off rapists, but she still did not want him using her body in such a sickening manner. It appalled her.

"Geroff!" She called gruffly, allowing her body to go limp as he fed on her greedily. At long last he released her, if only to see what her reaction was.

Malfoy expected tears of outrage, screaming, beating, anything, but she refused to satisfy him. "Get out." She said coldly, as though the chambers that accomodated her were her own. He smiled oddly in return, fixing his clothes and fighting his erection.

"I don't want you anymore. No matter how hard you try, you are nothing to me. Beneath me (A/N: sorry, it seemed so buffy/spike at this moment)." He flinched at the words and smirked oddly.

"You will be mine, Hermione. I love you and I know you love me too." He was not trying to convince her, just simply stating it. Of course it was true, against her own will and better judgment she loved him, but she refused to act upon it. He was the enemy and no matter how much this intensified the relationship, she would not risk her and her friend's lives for some passion.

He walked away, leaving Hermione with those slightly affronting words. She collapsed onto the bed in front of her, wincing in pain as she thought of Harry. I need to find him. She realized as she pulled herself together, preparing to call on him.

She, Ron and Harry had an intense connection that they could almost get into one another's mind, penetrate the forcefields. She needed him to sense her, if he did not she would be lost forever. With that she concentrated on his face, his smile, his eyes, his scar. Within minutes (which was surprising, to acquire such a connection she usually needed hours and perfect health) she felt him, sensed him, and knew that he sensed her too...

Short chappie, i kno! but a bit of a cliffie, to oblige my faithful readers harry will make an appearance, though i was not planning on it! REVIEW, PLEASE!