"A heart for a heart" chapter four "Under lock and key"

A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. I've had a lot going on this summer and not a lot of time to write. Plus I have several other projects that I have going on at this time as well. It's one big head ache. .

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I'll just have to get use to that.

Draco sat in his room in the Head's common quarters. He still couldn't believe what had happened. Even though dinner had ended and Hermione had finished with her shower as well as he had, he still couldn't believe it. She had managed to ruin his reputation, crush his pride, and honor, as well as make him the school laughing stock with five little words, 'Why Draco, love, you are.' It sickened him. It really did. Now he was positive that the whole school thought that he really had slept with the Mudblood. He could see it now, every one asking, 'Was she any good?' 'Are you really the father?' 'Did you like her?' 'How many times did you shag her?'

Draco shuddered as he walked to his room and laid down on his bed. 'She planned that. I know she did! Great scheme, I'll admit that though. Grrrrrr! How could she,' he thought. Than idea hit him, 'Might cause me a bit of damage but it would counter her counter attack. Hee Hee! She couldn't even wiggle her way out of this one.'

Hermione walked down to the Great Hall the next morning for breakfast still swimming over last nights victory. She was just about to walk through the door with the crowd that conjugated around her when she felt some one grab her arm and said in an awfully familiar voice, "Hermione."

Hermione was spun around and hulled into Draco Malfoy's arms. Then he kissed her softly and said, "Hermione, you ok? I didn't see you last night. I missed you. Nothing wrong with you and the baby I hope," he asked as he kissed her again.

Everyone had gone dead silent as they stood, staring at Hermione who was looking up at Draco shocked and horrified, but most of all confused. 'What the? What's he… oh. The son of a bitch! Wait a minute! Hmmmm. Ha. Sucker.'

"What baby? Maybe you've got me confused with Pansy. That is, unless you really do have a thing for Mudbloods. Oh and I'm fine. Didn't miss you though. By the way Carla Diggens has a thing for you. Just thought you ought to know seeing as you apparently are obsessed with Muggle-borns," Hermione stated before she patted his cheek and walked away.

The crowd laughed as once again Hermione had once again turned the tables.

'That does it!' He walked over to Hermione and again pulled her into him. "Don't think you're getting off that easy 'Mione! How dare you deny me? Especially after a few nights ago. You wouldn't get off me. And don't forget that day on the train when you were the one that kissed me."

"Boy, you're delusional! Go live your sick fantasy out with some one else! Why would I want an ugly, stuck up, peevish, son of a bitch like you? Well Pansy might like that but I sure don't. How get off me you pig!" Hermione shook herself from Draco's grasp and went to the Gryffindor table.

Draco stood there rooted to the spot. He had been officially vanquished. There was nothing else he could do. He felt sick from embarrassment and humiliation. He had gone even paler, if that was even possible, and clammy. Anger coursed through him though at the same time somehow, he felt some spark of longing. He was defeated but still he couldn't help thinking that Granger was in some foreign way was perfect. Smart, gutsy, quick on her feet, pretty, and had a sharp tongue. 'AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! What am I thinking! She's torturing me beyond reasonable belief' he thought as he managed to put one foot in front of the other and made his way back to the Heads dorm through the laughter and snickers of everyone he passed on the way; no longer hungry.

Hermione spent the rest of the day in her room. She felt bad about that morning. It was eight o'clock and she could still hear Malfoy throwing stuff around in his room. 'I should go over there and make sure he doesn't kill himself.' Then all things went dead still. 'Oh no!'

Hermione jumped off her bed and ran through the bathroom and burst through his door to find him staring at a piece of glass that he held in his hand close to his left wrist. The horror of the situation hit Hermione. "Draco don't," she screamed as she ran over to him and wrestled the piece of jagged glass out of his hand. "What where you thinking?"

"My life is over. You've ruined me. Every one thinks I'm a Mudblood lover. Every one thinks I'm some kind of whore. You've done this to me. You've ruined my life," he said as he looked Hermione in the eyes, tears forming in his and trying to free his wrists from Hermione's hands.

"Is that what all this is about?" Draco nodded his head. "Well you can't go and kill yourself over what others think of you. If I had done that when you first called me a Mudblood back in our second year I wouldn't be here today. Is that what you want? Do you really want to be the end of your family line cause of what a few people think of you? Do you?"

"No," he said as he collapsed onto the ground in a daze, barely holding his composure. "No I don't want that. Hermione, I'm sorry I've called you a Mudblood all those times. It was wrong. I know now what it's like to be insulted over technical differences. You're just as powerful as me and maybe even a stronger opponent when it comes to a battle of words."

"I forgive you Draco. I shouldn't have called you a Mudblood fucker. You're too proud for that."

It's ok. I was acting like one. I was just trying to get revenge for when you kneed me 'down south'."

Hermione chuckled and said, "I wasn't sure what you were trying to pull. Especially after the way you reacted after the day on the train."

"I was just honestly trying to kiss you. That kiss on the train had gotten to me. It was really good and…"

"And what?"

"And I wanted that feeling again. Gosh what am I thinking?"

"Really," Hermione asked flabbergasted, staring open jawed at Draco who had resorted to hitting himself on the head.

"Yes. Don't tell any one I said that. If anybody found out I think I would hang myself from the goal posts on the Quidditch field."

"No you won't! Besides no one would have to know. It could be our little secret. Fair enough?"

"Yeah. That's fair enough 'Mione."

"By the way, how did you know my nick-name was 'Moine?"

"So what if I knew it? What does it matter?"

"Oh come on. You can tell me Drakie!"

"Hey!"

"What? That's all Pansy ever calls you. We've all heard it."

"Oh."

"Now tell me how you've come to know my nick-name Drakie," she said moving closer to him.

"Why'd you want to know?"

"Cause. You know it and that's kind of creepy. Besides I like the way you say it. You DIDN'T hear that!"

"Well I did 'Mione. And I'm not telling you," he said putting an arm around Hermione but quickly realized what he was doing and drew back his arm.

Hermione sat there staring at him. His hair was disheveled and was hanging in his face, which had regained some color. He was a wreck but all the same he still had his charm. She turned his face to her and without thinking, kissed him deeply.

Draco returned the kiss with much passion as he scooped Hermione up into his arms, deepening the kiss even more. He heard Hermione moan into his mouth and he couldn't help but smile.

"What," Hermione asked.

"Nothing. Never mind," he said and returned his lips to hers. It wasn't long he felt her lick his lips, desperately begging for entry. He gladly handed it to her as she plunged her tongue into his mouth as he did the same, fighting for dominance. However, Hermione wouldn't let him have that so he relaxed letting her do most of the work.

Draco pulled himself and Hermione to their feet by which point they needed air otherwise they would have passed out. Very reluctantly he pulled away from Hermione and gasped for air. Once he had regained his breath he said, "Gosh, you're good at this 'Mione. Where'd you learn to kiss like that?"

"Don't know. I've never been kissed before by anyone."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"So you're a natural then?"

"I guess. Now how can I kiss you if you don't shut up?"

Draco half smiled, half smirked then captured Hermione in another deep, fiery, lustful kiss that sent him out of his mind.

All that had been kept under lock and key for so long in her heart had been released and though he didn't know it, he was falling. And falling fast.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Watch for another update.