A/N: The ending is explicit. Not for the faint of heart.

Chapter 6


The return to school meant the return of conflicting thoughts for Hermione. She had spent the greater part of her holidays trying to sort out her feelings and thoughts, but hadn't gotten much of anywhere until the night before they were to return to Hogwarts. The memory of it still sent off sparks inside of her; some nervous, some pleasant, but all burning.

She had sequestered herself away in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express and buried her face in her book, refusing to look up when she heard noises outside just in case she caught his eye. Or even worse, if he was there and didn't bother to look at her at all. Their night had ended on a strange note and she wasn't exactly sure where she stood with him. The only comforting thing was that Malfoy seemed just as keen as her to make sure no one found out about what they had done so at least she didn't have to worry about him telling all his mates. Hopefully.

She had been excited to see Harry and Ginny again when they returned. Ron was practically attacked by Lavender as soon as he stepped foot in the common room and Ginny had given Hermione a sad smile before heading over to sit with Dean. She made a mental note to ask Ginny why she looked so bored sitting next to her boyfriend when Malfoy's name caught her attention.

Harry's theory had grown and he seemed obsessed with the thought that Draco Malfoy was now a Death Eater. They debated the subject a little, Hermione carefully choosing her words about him and hoping Harry didn't notice the heat in her cheeks when he mentioned the night of Slughorn's party.

"I wish I knew where he went after that," Harry frowned and pushed his glasses up a little. "If he is working on something, I wish I knew where he was hiding it."

Hermione shifted nervously in her seat. She knew exactly where he had gone after he spoke with Snape and even though it might dissuade a bit of Harry fervor, she held her tongue. Harry could never know. He hated Malfoy just as much as Ron did and his new conspiracy would surely make him think Hermione had gone insane if he knew what she had done.

"Hermione, what is it?" Harry asked leaning forward. "You look like you've seen a… well not a ghost, but something…"

"Nothing," She said quickly. "It's nothing. Harry I really wish you would consider what everyone is telling you. I don't think Malfoy is-"

"Look, I know what I heard," Harry said firmly. "You might think it's crazy, but everyone thought I was crazy last year and I was right about that-"

"I didn't think you were crazy!" She said fiercely. "I stood by you then and I'm standing by you now, I just wish that you would listen to yourself."

"You'll see." Harry said, his green eyes sparkling. "You'll see, Hermione."

The first day of classes passed by fairly uneventfully. Everyone was excited about the prospect of Apparition lessons and so it was easy to pass the day by, making small talk about what it might feel like with Neville as they walked from class to class. It was nice just chatting with him about everything and nothing. It seemed so much in her life was creating large amounts of stress, she hadn't realized how nice it was just to have a simple friend. It wasn't until they were leaving their last class of the day that she was confronted with reality again.

"Gran doesn't like Apparating so I've never done side along," Neville said as they started to make their way down the stairs to the Great Hall. "We use Floo Powder mostly…"

Hermione felt a tug at her elbow and in the time it took her to spin around to see who it was, Malfoy was already hauling her backwards underneath a stairwell and out of sight. Neville's voice faded down the corridor.

"Hello Granger," Malfoy wore a smug smile. Normally an expression like that would make someone less attractive, but Malfoy's smirk only accentuated his jawline.

"That was rude. I was with a friend." She narrowed her eyes.

He rolled his eyes. "Who? Longbottom? You're better than that."

Hermione looked up at him, trying to pry her way past the smug look on his face. Had that been a compliment? He had done this before; said something nice about her but in a way that negated any kindness that might have been behind it.

"Who cares about him?" Malfoy took a step closer to her.

"I do, Neville is my-"

"I wanted to see you."

Her heart skipped a beat. She had wanted to see him too. She had tried not to think about him and keep herself busy, but there really wasn't any point to it now; they both knew their attraction to one another was obvious. Now it was just who was going to make the first move and of course it would have be on Malfoy's terms.

"And you wanted to see me too." The smirk was back.

"What makes you think that?" She said softly, unable to make her voice any stronger. His scent was all around her; mint but also something else, something… familiar… Hermione tried to focus. Malfoy was very close to her now and he was creating a physical reaction in her. She just hoped he didn't know to what extent he affected her.

"Granger," Malfoy drawled and tilted his head to the side slightly. He reached up and twirled a curl around his finger. It was then that Hermione realized how quickly she was breathing. "If you want to play games, I've got a few in mind."

Her skin was tingling in anticipation, her blood pumping quickly underneath it. "I don't want to play games." She breathed out.

"Good." Malfoy grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her against him. Hermione gasped as she felt her body press into his. He looked down at her with storming eyes and she could feel the firmness of his chest against hers, heavy breathing causing their bodies to rise and fall against each other.

There was something about him, something about the way he held himself and the way he held her too, that made Hermione's mind quiet. It was as if the silver fog of his eyes rolled into her and filled her head. She knew she couldn't trust him, but the stillness he created in her was just as appetizing as he was.

"So, uh," Malfoy's tongue ran across his bottom lip. "What do you want to do then?" Hermione pinched her lips together. It was bad enough she was willing to enter into this obscene arrangement, but saying the words was making it all too real. "And I require details," Malfoy whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her body.

Suddenly she felt very nervous. She didn't know what to do with her hands, currently barely touching his sides. Everything seemed to be moving so fast between them and although a part of her, a large part, liked it, she was still in unfamiliar territory and Hermione was not used to being unprepared.

Malfoy must have picked up on this because he reached up and brushed a few loose curls away from her face. "So shy…" he murmured, trailing his finger down her neck. "So… sweet. I remember it well."

Hermione felt her blood rushing in hot bursts through her veins. Malfoy made her feel things, do things, she would never had thought herself capable of. Her lips parted just a little and short breaths raced over them as she stared up into his mist grey eyes, clouding over with undisguised desire.

"Tell me Granger." Malfoy purred, trailing his other hand down her back, resting it in the small curve near her waist. "Tell me how you want to get on your knees and-"

"Hermione?" Neville's voice sounded at the end of the corridor. Malfoy's head turned quickly in its direction and let out a low growl. "Where'd you go?"

Hermione held her breath, too afraid to exhale in case Neville was wandering close to their hiding spot under the stairs. Every muscle in her body tensed and cold fear replaced the hot blood pumping through her.

"Tell him to bugger off," Malfoy said in a low growl.

Hermione's brows pulled together in concern. If Neville found them how could she explain herself? Her quick mind searched for a reasonable excuse but surprisingly came up empty as to why she would be hidden under a stairwell in the arms of Draco Malfoy. She could feel her hands shaking when she pulled them up and gently pushed him away.

Malfoy's eyes hardened for just a moment before he cast a seething look over his shoulder where they could hear Neville's heavy footsteps getting closer. He turned back and pushed her further under the stairwell, his hands strong on her hips as his fingers dug into her.

Hermione quickly shook her head, causing her curls to bounce around her face wildly. She had her lips pinched together so tight it was almost painful. Malfoy tightened his own mouth and she could see him debating with himself as to what to do with her.

After a moment Malfoy took a step back and removed his hands from her, jaw clenched and a clearly annoyed expression on his face. Hermione breathed out a sigh of relief and started to move past him. Neville's footsteps were not far from them now and any second he could duck his head under the stairs in his search for her.

Hermione slid past Malfoy, brushing against him and causing another flare to travel through her. Without giving it much thought, she reached up and touched his cheek, turning his face slightly towards her and pressed her lips on the cool skin there.

As she landed back on her heels, she saw a look of confusion and something else she couldn't put her finger on in his eyes. She didn't have time to figure it out right now and Hermione ducked out from under the stairs, almost running into Neville. She had emerged just in time.

"Here I am!" She said brightly, taking a large breath in.

Neville stopped short. "Where'd you go?" He asked.

"Dropped my wand," Hermione laughed in what she hoped was a convincing tone. "Clumsy me, you know."

Neville had no reason to suspect she wasn't telling the truth and his face quickly warmed into a smile. "I know that feeling. Once I lost mine for a whole week!"

Hermione gave another high laugh and heard a small snort from under the stairs. She grabbed Neville's shoulders and turned him around. "Come on, let's get down to dinner."

"I almost cried when I thought I was going to have to write to Gran and ask for a new one," Neville went on. Of course he believed her, he had no reason not to. It's not like Hermione was known for sneaking around with strange Slytherin boys or that she had ever really lied to Neville before. Her heart was racing as she tried to put as much distance between herself and what lurked under the stairs as she could.

Hermione was halfway down the corridor when she glanced back. Malfoy was leaning against the stairs with his arms crossed over his chest. She expected to find an annoyed or angry expression on his face but was surprised when she found a half smirk there instead. She took a breath and felt it's lightness fill her, rising up from deep within.

Malfoy kept his eyes on her but let them travel down her body and back up again before widening his smirk and throwing her a cheeky wink. Hermione quickly turned back around, focusing on each footstep, and begging her feet not to turn around and run back under the stairs with him.


Draco poured over his cauldron, the steam rising in a great billow blocking his view. He waved his hand, dispersing it into the cool air of the dungeon classroom. His antidote was a milky white color, close to what his copy of Advanced Potion Making described as the perfect solution to the rich blue Mithridatum that he had selected from Slughorn's desk at the beginning of the lesson.

He was talented at potions, having gotten extra tips from Snape for years. As his Godfather, the dark haired wizard had often visited the Manor during his summer breaks and had given Draco a few lessons before starting Hogwarts so that he was well ahead of his peers from their first class period. The only exception to this rule was, of course, Granger.

He looked over the top of his cauldron to where she sat across the room with Potter, Weasley, and Macmillan. A strange feeling slithered around deep inside him. Her two best friends were male, she also kept company with Longbottom, another male, and of course there was her date with McLaggen. Although, Draco smirked to himself, he was sure that he had a better time with her that night than that simpering fool.

Still he didn't find the fact that she mostly kept male company endearing. He had seen her with the Weasley girl, but it was clear that Granger was not popular with the girls of Gryffindor. His thoughts traveled down dark paths in his mind as he wondered why that could be. She never seemed to have dated either Potter or Weasley. She had a fling with that buffoon, Viktor Krum, but he had paid special attention to their interactions and it never seemed anything more than an innocent crush.

But the way she had looked at Weasley sometimes had been very different than the small smiles she had shared with Krum. Draco glanced over at their table again. Weasley was sweating into his antidote, his freckled face red with frustration as he squinted down at his book. Draco felt his jaw clench as he watched the Blood Traitor measure out crushed doxy wings. And up until a few weeks ago, Weasley had returned her long looks when she wasn't watching.

Draco's silver eyes cut back down to the pages of his book. Why was he sitting here worrying about who Granger was talking to or not talking to? The only thing about Granger he should be worrying about was in between her legs. As long as she spread them for him, why should he care who she might have feelings for? Either way, as soon as he slid inside her he would clear out any thoughts she had for anyone else the same way he had brushed the steam away from his cauldron.

He quickly leaned over his antidote; he had spent too long in the dwelling on Granger and now his milky white solution had curdled into a lumpy grey mud-like substance.

"Time's UP!" Slughorn shouted cheerfully.

Draco groaned and ran his hand over his face. He sat back down and waited for Slughorn's disapproving stare.

His mist-grey eyes glared across the darkened classroom at Granger as Slughorn praised her antidote. She beamed widely, toffee brown eyes shining with pride. There was a slight glisten to her skin from her hard work and the light reflected from the shimmering liquid of her potion made it look like she was glowing from within. Draco suddenly felt the corners of his mouth trying to turn up to match the bright smile she had. Quickly, he scowled and stared back down into the ruined potion in front of him.

Granger. This was all her fault. She had fucked him and not at all in the way he wanted. He would have to remedy that.


Hermione yawned and blinked her eyes against the bright light of the Library lamp shining next to her. She had been researching Horcruxes ever since Harry had pulled her aside and told her about his latest lesson with Dumbledore. She had never encountered a topic where the Hogwarts Library had failed her before and refused to believe she wouldn't find the answers she was looking for.

At least this latest project gave her a legitimate excuse to avoid the common room. Although Ron seemed to be spending more time with Harry instead of Lavender lately, it did not stop their very public displays of affection from happening only ten feet away from her favorite reading chair by the window.

Another perk of spending so much time in the Library was that it increased the chances of her running into Malfoy again. She flipped the page and began reading when she realized she hadn't absorbed any of the information on the last page because she had been thinking of him again. It was impossible to keep him off her mind now. When she walked down the corridors she imagined him watching her and more often than not she found out that she was indeed right. His stormy grey eyes would lift from some part of her body to meet her own and that strange expression she could never quite read would be covering his face like a mask.

Part of her was a little worried someone else might notice his long gazes in her direction, but she reminded herself how absurd the thought of Malfoy wanting anything to do with her was to even herself just a few weeks ago. And the fact that she might return that attraction was just laughable. Their secret was safe.

But was this safe? Was getting involved with Malfoy, a son of a Death Eater and a potential Death Eater himself, according to Harry at least, a good idea? Of course it wasn't. She was a smart girl, despite her recent decisions, and she knew what the consequences of her actions might be. Her reputation could be tarnished by any random hook up, but the fact that it was Malfoy she was letting…

What was she letting him do? What would she be willing to let him do to her? She had thought over this ever since they had gotten back to school. Normally she wouldn't have done any of these things with anyone if she wasn't in a loving relationship with them, but all her rules seemed to fly out the window whenever Malfoy was near. Hermione was always in control, always had a plan, but sometimes it exhausted her and with Malfoy her busy brain was able to rest for a while.

It wasn't safe. It wasn't good. It wasn't what she should be thinking about again tonight, but it was. It always was.

"I thought I'd find you in here." A smug voice lifted Hermione's attention from the book she wasn't actually reading to the speaker sitting in front of her.

Cormac McLaggen was leaning heavily on the other side of the desk.

"Cormac!" Hermione gasped. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you, why are you expecting someone else?" He chuckled. Hermione quickly looked around the Library. It seemed to be empty; it must have been later than she thought. "Were you?" Cormac asked, interested in her answer this time.

"What? No! Of course not. I'm just surprised that you are still here this late. Normally I'm the last one left."

"Then allow me to walk you back. I think you owe me a goodnight kiss after all," Cormac raised an eyebrow.

Hermione fought the cringe that rolled over her. She honestly hadn't given Cormac much thought after their disastrous date at Slughorn's party. Her mind had been much too occupied by another for her to dwell on his sloppy kisses and urgent hands. She had figured he would have given up on her since she quite literally ran away from him that night, but she was not so lucky.

"I've still got some more work to do here-"

"It's almost midnight on a Friday. I'm sure you don't want to spend it locked up with all these musty old books."

Hermione raised her chin and spoke clearly. "I like these books."

"I've noticed." Cormac rolled his eyes.

"Good to know your observation skills are so keen," Hermione's voice had an edge to it. "So put them to use and see that I'm not done here yet so if you don't mind-"

Cormac reached across the desk with a quick hand and pulled the book she was reading back towards him.

"Stop it!" Hermione reached for it but once again he was too quick for her and leaned back, flipping through the pages. "You'll make me lose my place!"

"Good Godric, Hermione…" Cormac's expression darkened. "What are you reading?"

Hermione blushed. Derelict Dark Arts was not a typical book for a Hogwarts Student to read. She lifted herself out of her seat and grabbed it back from Cormac, huffing as she tried to find where she left off.

"It's research," She muttered as she flipped a weathered page back a little too roughly.

"For what? Who would even assign-"

"Are you done, Granger?"

Hermione jumped in her seat as Malfoy's drawling voice came from behind her. He was leaning against one of the stacks with his arms folded over his chest and his grey eyes growing dark as they landed on Cormac across from her.

"Malfoy." Cormac swallowed hard.

Malfoy had a look of disgust on his face before pulling his gaze back to Hermione. "I said are you done? I need that book for Snape's assignment."

"Snape assigned that book?" Cormac asked Hermione, his mouth hanging open.

"Erm, yes." She lied quickly. "Special project."

"Special project…" Cormac repeated, thinking it over.

"Yeah. Special project. For Snape's advanced students. So fuck off." Malfoy spat out nastily, coming to stand at Hermione's shoulder. She looked up at him then back at Cormac who was looking warily at the pair of them.

"Sorry. Looks like I'll be here a while more." Hermione shrugged innocently, trying not to smile too much as Cormac gave Malfoy one last apprehensive glance before shuffling off.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief when Cormac disappeared from sight and leaned back against her chair.

"Thanks. He was-"

"In my way." Malfoy threw himself down in the chair next to her. Much to her annoyance, he somehow even made that look graceful. He glared at the empty space where Cormac had just been sitting before turning towards her in his seat, reaching out and placing his hand on the back of her chair. "What are you reading?"

Momentarily taken back by his change in attitude, Hermione pushed the book over to him.

"Derelict Dark Arts?" Malfoy's brows lowered over his eyes and Hermione bit her lip. Maybe she shouldn't have shown it to him, what if he started asking the same questions as Cormac? She didn't think someone else would show up to her rescue this time. "Granger, do you know what you're getting yourself into?"

Hermione was surprised that he even bothered asking this. Could it be he was concerned about her? No, this was Malfoy and he would probably laugh if she opened a dangerous book and accidently cursed herself.

"I think so," She said in a small voice.

Malfoy's silvery eyes searched hers for a few long moments before he leaned in a little closer to her. Once again she picked up on his minty smell and now the other scent, the one she couldn't place before suddenly she realized it was the smell of parchment, crispy yet… creamy…

Malfoy's eyes moved down to her lips and Hermione realized then that they were slightly parted and quick, shallow breaths passed through them making his scent even stronger in her head.

"Well, I know what I want to get into," He purred and shifted a little in his seat, always moving closer to her. Hermione's mouth felt dry and her heart beat quickly under her breast. He must have noticed because his angular face curved into a smirk. He dropped his hand from the desk onto her thigh and the feel of his palm on her skin shot sparks off inside of her.

Slowly he trailed it up her leg and under her skirt. Hermione's breath hitched in her throat as she watched his smirk spread across his face as his hand crept over the skin of her inner thigh.

"Right…" Malfoy breathed out, "Here."

His fingers brushed against her cotton knickers and an unbidden whimper escaped from her. His face was an inch from hers, maybe less, and she could feel his breath on her lips, slow and steady and nothing like her own. "Right… Now."

Malfoy pressed his hand fully against her center and Hermione gasped loudly. It echoed around the empty Library, travelling down the stacks and eventually absorbed into the worn pages of the books surrounding them.

"Malfoy, we can't," Hermione glanced around, making sure no one had heard her. "Not here!"

"Why not?" Malfoy breathed out against her lips. She could practically taste him. Her mouth opened a little wider, brows pulled together as she felt his hand begin to move, looking for a way in.

Hermione grabbed his wrist and felt the strength in it as she pulled his hand back from her. Her body screamed in rebellion against her mind as she stopped him.

"We can't," She repeated a little more urgently.

"We can," Malfoy whispered. "I'll show you."

His lips landed on her neck and Hermione felt something inside her give way. They were soft at first, sending shivers down her spine as his hand landed back on her thigh. Malfoy trailed them over her neck, the slight warmth of his mouth setting her ablaze. His hand moved under the hem of her skirt again as he grazed his teeth along the shell of her ear before sucking on the lobe.

Hermione felt herself clench and tighten in anticipation. Malfoy pulled her off her seat in one quick swipe and onto his lap. He snaked his arms around her, holding her in place on top of him and dove back into her neck, moving down her neck this time towards the collar of her shirt. His hand raised up from her thigh and started pulling her shirt from where it was tucked into her skirt.

"Malfoy," Hermione pushed against his chest. "Malfoy, stop."

He let out a groan that evolved into a growl as he leaned back in the chair, but his arms stayed wrapped around her.

"You might be into edging, but I'm not." He said harshly.

"I don't even know what that is," Hermione snapped in response to his changed tone.

"It's when you…" Malfoy sighed and shifted underneath her. "Nevermind.

"No, tell me," She pushed forward. "I want to know. If this is something that we are going to do then I want-" Hermione stopped herself as Malfoy's face cracked into a wicked grin. "I mean to say-"

"It's when I get you close," Malfoy cut her off. "So close," He played with the hem of her skirt, moving his fingers over her skin back and forth under it until she felt goosebumps rise on her flesh. "Then-"

Malfoy pulled his hand back and quickly pinched a hardened nipple through her shirt. Hermione gasped again and grabbed her chest. Malfoy let out a low laugh. "Then I stop." He continued simply. "And you?" His voice dropped. "You beg me."

Hermione squeezed her legs together to stop whatever was happening in between them. "And… you don't want to do that?" She whispered.

Malfoy's silver eyes gleamed. "I do. And I will. I just don't like you doing it to me." He shifted under her again, pulling her further up on his lap and Hermione felt his hard length underneath her, pressing into her ass and thighs sharply.

"Oh!" She sat up straight but that did nothing but drive her more onto it.

Malfoy sighed contentedly and his hand moved over her ass, rubbing it through her skirt. He leaned himself up, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck once more before whispering, "I'm going to do so many dirty things to you…"

Hermione was fighting for control over herself. She wanted to give in and give him control like she had the night of Slughorn's party, but whereas that night she had not given herself over completely to him, she knew she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. She wanted this the same as him. And he knew.

Malfoy's tongue slipped out of his mouth and he ran the tip of it over her neck before letting his lips close in on a sensitive spot just below her ear. Her limbs felt heavy and her stomach felt light, but nothing was as strong as the feeling of warmth between her legs, spreading through her like wildfire.

"I… I want to, but…."

"Tell me," Malfoy's voice was low and dark in her ear. "Tell me, Granger. What do you need? I'll give it to you." He pushed his hips up against her and Hermione felt his cock grind against her.

Her thoughts were sluggish and felt like they were clouded behind a fog of lust. She had always thought she would lose her virginity to someone she loved, to someone she cared for. But she wanted this. It wasn't just lust or pleasure she was after, there was something about Draco Malfoy that made her want to pursue this, to explore these feelings. And she wanted to explore them with him.

"I need to know…" Hermione tried to find the right words. "You." Malfoy pulled back a little and his shining silver eyes searched hers for more of an explanation. "I just feel like I should know you a little better before we…"

Malfoy's face tightened only slightly. "Okay."

Hermione let out a slow breath. "It's not like we have to be best friends or anything."

"Good. Because we're not. That's not what this is." Malfoy said sharply.

"I know that." Hermione snapped. Malfoy might make her heart race, but he also made her blood boil. "Merlin, you're insufferable!" She tried to stand up but Malfoy pulled her back down roughly.

"If it's suffering that you want," He growled. "You're going to love me."

"Get off of me," Hermione spat.

"Fuck me."

Hermione froze with her hands pressed against his chest. The muscles there were lean and hard and for a brief moment she wanted to know what they felt like against her bare skin.

"Fuck me like the dirty little Mudblood you are-"

Hermione shoved him back and jumped up. "I must have been MAD to think that we could ever-"

"You said you wanted to know me," Malfoy said in a bored tone. "Well, here I am." He held out his arms. "Ask away."

Hermione hesitated. She hated the way he casually used that vulgar term, but when else was she going to get the chance to ask Malfoy anything she wanted.

"Do you really think you're better than me because of your blood?" She blurted out before she could stop herself.

Malfoy's mouth twitched. "I know I am." Hermione scoffed and tossed her head. "But that doesn't mean I won't enjoy every second I'm inside you-"

"Do you ever say anything that is not purist or sexist?" Hermione shouted. "Do you have any thought in that head of yours that is not offensive?!"

"Probably not," Malfoy shrugged.

"And that doesn't bother you? People hating you?" Hermione asked.

"I don't need other people's approval to feel fulfilled."

"So what do you need?"

Malfoy eyed her. "Right now I need you to bring that sweet little ass back over here and straddle me with it-"

"This is going nowhere," Hermione shook her head. "I'm not asking you to be my boyfriend, I'm just asking to get to know you a little more before I-"

"Before what?" Malfoy stood up and took a step towards her. "Before you finally do something for yourself instead of trying to save the world all the time?" Hermione looked up at him, eyes wide. "The whole world is going to Hell, Granger. Might as well enjoy the ride."

How could someone with so many options and opportunities in life have such a pessimistic outlook? Draco rubbed his hand over his arm before dropping them to his sides. "Look, I don't like talking about myself-"

"I'm shocked." Hermione spouted.

Malfoy sneered at her. "So you get one more question. After that, you have to earn your answers. Got it?"

Hermione considered this for a moment and asked the only question that came to mind.

"Are you a Death Eater?"

Malfoy's face hardened and tensed. His eyes narrowed until they were only slits and his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle popped in it.

"What the fuck kind of question is that?" He snarled.

"You said I could ask-"

"Yeah well I changed my mind. Quiz time is over." Malfoy towered over her, glaring down at her and Hermione glanced over to her bag where her wand was safely stashed away. "You don't get to ask me anymore questions. That's not how this works."

"Malfoy-"

"Fuck off, Granger." Malfoy shoved past her and Hermione fell back against the shelves.

"Malfoy!" She called after him once she had righted herself, but Malfoy did not stop. His white blonde hair disappeared down the darkened pathway at a quick pace.


Draco was still in a foul mood two days later and Granger's question echoed around in his head ever since that night.

"Are you a Death Eater?"

This cursed mark on his arm was a burden in more ways than one. He had been careful, since returning to school to make sure that no one saw it. He showered late at night or early in the mornings and always dressed quickly, making sure it was covered at all times.

Fixing the Vanishing Cabinet was taking longer than he had originally thought and was eating up all of his free time. He spent many long nights closed up in the Room of Hidden Things working until his eyes burned from lack of sleep. In the tedious hours spent mending the intricate part of it, his mind wandered back to Granger.

Normally he liked playing with his thoughts of her. Imagining her in different positions, face down and ass up or on her knees with her mouth open, but lately all he could think about was that damned question.

Draco took another swig from the bottle of fire whisky. The liquid sloshed inside and he felt it go to his head quickly, drowning out the echo for a few moments.

"Faster."

He glanced down at the dark haired head bobbing up and down over his groin. With all her practice, he thought she'd have her technique down by now, but Pansy always required direction. She moved her mouth faster on him and Draco took another drink before laying his head back down. Drinking helped. Pansy's mouth helped too. But both wore off after a while and his thoughts of his task, his family, his mark, and his Granger all returned.

He should have just lied to her. He should have laughed and played it off, but in that moment he had felt something that he couldn't quite put his finger on, but it felt a little like shame. He did not want Granger to know the answer and he most certainly did not want her to find out the truth. If she did, she'd never speak to him again, let alone spread her legs for him. But she was just a Mudblood…. Why did he care so much?

"Fuck, Pans, teeth!" Draco growled and Pansy pulled back quickly, licking her lips.

"Sorry," She mumbled from her position at the side of his bed.

Draco sat up and grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her head back. Pansy gasped, but delight played in her dark eyes and her wet lips turned up in a smile.

"You think that's funny?" Draco snarled.

"No." Pansy said in a mock innocent voice while her smile widened.

"Then why are you smiling?" He pulled her hair, shaking her head a little.

Pansy gasped and winced. "I didn't mean to," She said, adopting the same sweet voice she used before.

"Open your fucking mouth."

Pansy opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. Draco shoved his cock in, feeling the back of her throat as he let out a low breath. Pansy coughed around him and he grabbed either side of her head, holding it still as her body twisted on her knees. He thrust roughly into her mouth.

So what if he was a Death Eater? Why should that have anything to do with him and Granger? It's not like he cared what she thought of him. He just wanted to fuck her, right? That was it. Just wanted to fuck the girl who always beat him in classes, who had those twisted curls he had watched bounce for years, who had grown nicely into her body even though she tried to hide it under sweaters and jackets.

Pansy's hands landed on his thighs, pressing into them as loud wet noises came from her open mouth. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

Granger's curls… Those loose tawny brown twists that bounced around her face whenever her hand shot in the air at a Professor's question. Mudbloods had their uses. There were plenty of Pureblood men who took Halfbloods and some even Mudbloods into their beds. They just didn't flaunt it and they certainly didn't marry them. And it was fine, because there was no way he would ever consider Granger as anything more than a casual encounter, right?

She stuck her tongue out farther so it ran along the bottom of his length, massaging him with every thrust in and out of her mouth. "Fuck!" Draco hissed as he felt himself getting closer. Pansy's eyes were closed tightly, saliva dripping down her chin as she fought her gag reflex for his pleasure.

No, Granger would never be anything more than a fun fuck. But if that's all she was, then why didn't he just lie to her about the mark? It was too much to think about and none of it mattered enough. He would find her, lie about whatever he needed to lie about, and then fuck the living shit out of her virgin pussy and be done with her. That's all.

Tears were streaming down Pansy's face, making her dark make up run. "You want it?" Draco grunted. "You fucking want it?"

Pansy nodded as best she could. This was what was attractive about Pansy. She was always there when he needed her and she didn't care what he did to her. In fact she quite liked the use and Draco wasn't the only one she made herself available to. But she was uneventful and there was no challenge to her. He hadn't cared when he walked in on Theo on top of her, but he had felt a cold sick feeling deep inside when he had seen McLaggen across the table from Granger.

Granger… Granger's lips on his, Granger's hand around his cock, Granger's tight little pussy, clenching around his fingers… Draco growled and held her head against him, sliding deep in her throat as he shot himself down it.

Pansy gasped for breath as he finally pulled himself back. She sunk back on her heels, bare chest rising and falling quickly as she tried to catch her breath. Draco cupped her cheek and wiped a bit of the black smears off her skin. "You did good, Pans," Draco said and Pansy smiled up at him. "I've got work to do now. Tell Crabbe and Goyle I'll be up there shortly on your way out."


A/N: So there is going to be some character development with both Hermione and Draco as we go on so don't think that asshole Draco and sweetheart Hermione are all you're going to see. Don't worry, Hermione will still be good hearted and Draco will still be a bastard, but they've got some growing to do.

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