And there she was, on the train to Draco's home, they'd already been on the Hogwarts Express and hopped onto another train to Draco's house, mansion actually...what ever you wish to call it.

Hermione sat opposite the victor, Draco. She couldn't believe how easily persuaded she was. She supposed that her little mission(to get her out of Draco's clutches) had to go on hold. She still remembered how Draco had persuaded her into going to his home for Christmas.

Hermione pulled away from Draco and ran out of the great hall. She then slowed down and slowly walked back to her dorm. As she walked she thought of the consequences of using the time-turner, how was she supposed to use it that she couldn't be seen by herself, which would send her insane...well it might be an improvement on her current sanity. She reached her dorm, mumbled the password and entered. She collapsed on the common rooms long couch and closed her eyes.

She heard the portrait door open and shut, she knew it was Draco but she couldn't care less..No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get her to go with him. She had work to do. And plus if he wanted to be with her, why couldn't he stay, but she then thought that their relationship, if you could call it that, wasn't a very normal one.

She could feel a presence standing over her, eyes watching her, she didn't really like that feeling much so she opened her eyes to see Draco smirking.

"What..?" said Hermione carelessly.

He didn't say anything, just smiled that bloody stupid...yet sexy smile...it was really starting to get to Hermione now. So much so, that she sat up.

"What...the fuck are you smiling about you bloody monkey's disease". She had to admit, that wasn't very offensive, that was quite the shitty and mild insult.

Yet, he didn't say anything...just smiled.

Hermione was furious now, and she stood up and tried to stare down Draco, which didn't work seeing as though he was taller than her...quite substantially.

She was about to say something when Draco grabbed her chin. Hermione grimaced.

"What is it..." she said in a hoarse, bitter voice.

But he remained silent, then he bent down and licked her lips. Hermione felt her body quiver from excitement as she closed her eyes. Draco then started to suck at her neck and kissed her in every sensitive spot he could find. It was now that Hermione realised his plan.

"Y-You plan to seduce me, and that i would suaver so easily, then agree to go with you? Is that it..". But that stupid Draco remained silent and concentrated on his task at hand. He then started to maneuver his hands over Hermione's weakened body. He then raised his hand up to the back of her dress and unzipped it and let the fabric fall to the ground.

Hermione didn't mind, nor notice, she was lost in Draco's kisses. they were so passionate and sensual she couldn't resist.

So that was how he did it. Hermione felt so weak, she had agreed so easily! She was still pretty pissed off with herself. As you could imagine.

"Arrogant bastard.." mumbled Hermione under her breath.

"I heard that..It's not my fault that I'm so much smarter than you, you can't expect much from a mudblood" replied Draco.

Hermione narrowed her eyes. Here we go, the Mudblood thing, thought Hermione.
"You're not smart, all you are is a slut!" remarked Hermione.

"A slut am I?" asked Draco.

"Well...A man whore! I bet you...um...-"

"Yes, please keep these really bad insults coming.."

"Shut up! I wish I'd never met you...You're the worst thing that has ever happened to me AND the world!" shouted Hermione. She was really pissed off.

Draco laughed. "Right, I swear last night you were saying the total opposite."

Hermione didn't bite back this time, she could be bothered, and plus she was way to annoyed to reply.

Arrogant bastard

Neither of the two spoke for the duration of the trip. When they finally arrived at their final destination Draco stood up without a word and beckoned for Hermione to follow, which of course she had no choice but to. They walked off of the train and followed the signs to where the exit was. They found it and Draco walked into the Car Park to where he saw a black limo and headed straight for it.

"Um, Draco..What about our bags?" as much as Hermione didn't want to be the first to break the silence between them, she really wanted her clothes more.

"They're bringing them..." said Draco.

They? Thought Hermione, then she looked back and there were a couple of men carrying their belongings. Oh, that 'Them'...
Draco slid into the limo and Hermione got in after him. Hermione then shut the door and the limo started moving. It was really nice inside thought Hermione. Then Hermione glanced over to Draco, whom she was sitting next to, and saw that he was staring our the window with his forehead resting on his palm. It looked like he was stuck in another world. Hermione couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking.

Even though Hermione didn't really like Draco, she also didn't like seeing him like this, he looked...upset. Hermione peered down and his left hand was resting on leather seat between the two, she dragged her right hand across to rest it upon his. Hermione looked at his face again ans he had closed his eyes. Then she grabbed his hand and slightly squeezed it. Draco opened his eyes and looked at her with a somewhat puzzled look. Hermione realised what she had just done, for people who do this are usually like each other and she didn't like Draco...Right..? Then she let go hastily and stared out her window.

After about several more minutes they arrived at Draco's home. The two got out separate doors and walked up to the door where it opened. Hermione thought that this was some sort of magic but then she saw a man appear from behind the door. He looked old, but he also looked like he'd been keeping himself. Very well too.

Draco walked through the doorway and Hermione went to follow when the man who opened the door stopped in front of her.

"Excuse me sir, a Mudblood?" said the man.

Another one...Pureblood I bet. Thought Hermione.

"Yes Ralph, let her in, she'd my guest, which makes her your master.." replied Draco, who kept walking, not turning around.

Hermione pushed past "Ralph" and followed Draco as she poked a tongue at Ralph.

Draco kept on walking, up stairs around corners. Hermione was quite lost now. But the house was beautiful and huge. Hermione wondered if there was a Garden. She loved Gardens. She had once read this romantic novel, and there was a garden, where the two lovers had kissed. The scene was so romantic, and there were roses surrounding them, very cliche. Draco stopped at a door suddenly and Hermione was stuck in another world thinking about the two lovers when she bumped into Draco. He was so soft, and smelt good, like always. Hermione put her hand on his chest and rested he head upon it. She was still stuck in that fantasy. But this was reality.

She felt a hand on her head, she was really tired, those train trips lasted the whole day. Surprising how doing nothing is tiring. She was so drowsy. She started putting all her weight on Draco, slowly going to sleep.

"H-Hermione? What are you doing? ...Idiot.."scoffed Draco while trying support her. Then Hermione fell asleep. Draco tried to pick her up, but he was tired too..So he just grabbed her shoulders and dragged her across the ground after he'd opened the door. It was the master bedroom. His bedroom. He then hoisted her up and laid her on his bed (as in he put her on his bed--you sick people...). He then walked out of the room.