A filler chapter, but I think you'll enjoy it.

Fuck me like you hate me

Kiss me like you miss me

-All The Time, Jeremih

"You're not getting out of this, so quit trying. Pull your shit together before I change my mind and make another use for you, right here, in this car."

His words fell from his lips like silk, slinking around her neck and tightening a noose as a horrific scenario presented itself to her.

"Now…," he purred. "Are you going to go in there and distract this man with those pretty eyes, or would you rather distract me with your mouth instead?"

Hermione began to nod when he tightened his grip, forcing a wince out of her.

"You will speak," he demanded.

"I…I'll go inside."

He let her go with a charming smile, eyes lit with amusement.

"Good," he hissed.

Hermione stared at him as he reached for his door, and she bit her lip.

"I didn't see anything," she said, trying one last time.

He suddenly leaned back, turning to face her with a sinister smirk as he answered matter-of-factly, just before exiting the vehicle.

"I know that."

Hermione's heart was racing as she glanced down for the umpteenth time that night, every nerve in her body telling her to haul ass, consequences be damned. Never mind the fact that this was far beyond her comfort zone, but she wasn't stupid enough to not realize the amount of danger she was in at the moment. She wasn't sure if it was pure luck, or just good planning on Riddle's part that the man whose arm was currently draped over her shoulder wasn't some big shot. Meaning, he'd never seen her attached to Draco's arm at just about every event for the past few months.

Bartemius "Barty" Crouch Jr. was another sleazy lowlife who was "never allowed to eat at the big boys table", as he so eloquently put it. He was the type of bottom feeding scum she'd heard about from Draco, the kind who didn't have the smarts or class to make it in the business. The kind of man who'd do anything to get on top…

The dark haired man pushed his hair back, dark eyes glinting with mischief as he threw her what she was certain was meant to be a charming smile. Hermione forced a smile in return, although, she was positive that it came out more like a grimace.

"You sure your friends won't come looking for you? They might think you've gotten kidnapped…"

Hermione tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, crossing one leg over the other. She didn't miss the way his eyes followed these movements.

"They're the ones who lost track of me. I guarantee you, they're probably dancing with some guy whose name they won't remember in the morning," she lied.

"You need better friends," he said, his fingers tracing patterns into her bare shoulders.

"Yeah, you're probably right," Hermione laughed, looking away.

"Although, I suppose if you did have better friends, you never would have stumbled upon me," he said, grin widening.

"I suppose you're right," she agreed, meeting his gaze again.

Hermione's nervousness grew as the minutes dragged on. She'd been given a simple task, and an opportunity had yet to present itself for her to execute it. She knew exactly what was on this man's mind, and she had a feeling that he wasn't as gentlemanly as Draco was. She wasn't sure how much longer this coy behavior would keep its charm.

Hermione closed her eyes, sharply inhaling as he leaned in to brush his lips across her cheek.

"What did you say your name was again?"

Hermione turned to face him, lips barely an inch away from his own.

"I didn't…but it's Mione," she whispered.

He nodded, reaching up to release her hair, the curls falling around her shoulders like a shawl. She swallowed when he brushed her hair over her shoulder, thumbs grazing the skin of her neck. He leaned in, and Hermione leaned away, turning her head to eye his two guards standing at the door. She heard him chuckle, fingers rubbing her shoulder, an attempt to relax her, she assumed. Her skin crawled, and she found herself missing Draco's fingers instead.

"Pretend like they're not even here, I do. I'm a dangerous man…Mione, and I have to protect myself."

"What? You think I'm going to kill you?" she asked, turning to face him.

She looked down, peaking up at him from beneath her lashes.

"I don't have anything on me. You can always search me if you don't believe me…or…," she trailed off, reaching for her clutch, attempting to leave.

She was halted by his hands digging into her legs, dark eyes gazing up at her. A promising smirk fell over his lips before he nodded at the two men. She bit her lip as they exited, finally leaving them alone. He pulled her back down to sit beside him, and Hermione fought to avoid looking at the door. That was their cue. She was told to get the guards out of the room, making it easier for them to get in.

He pulled her towards him, and she turned her head, his lips meeting the skin of her neck instead. She pulled away again, attempting to hold him off.

"H-how did a guy like you end up in a business like this?"

He grinned, standing up to tower over her.

"The money, sweetheart. Isn't that always the answer?" he questioned.

Hermione leaned back into the couch, lips trembling as he slipped out of his suit jacket, flinging it behind him. He'd reached up to loosen his tie when a commotion could be heard outside of the door. He paused, looking over his shoulder when the door swung open, Theo walking in first. Hermione's sigh of relief was short lived when Crouch reached for his gun. He'd barely aimed it at her when a shot rang out, the gun falling from his hand as he clutched it to his chest.

Hermione hurried to stand and back away from him as his crisp white shirt began to redden.

"Mione…"

Hermione focused in on Teddy's hand as he reached for her, his other still aiming the gun at Crouch.

An inhumane sound left his mouth while he glared up at her as she stumbled towards Teddy, hand grasping his as he pulled her behind him. Crouch took a step towards his fallen gun when his eyes widened, comically so, as they finally landed on Theo, really getting a good look at who shot him. He stumbled back as another figure stepped into the room.

Riddle sported a maniacal grin, two more men behind him as they shut and locked the door.

"Bartemius Crouch…Jr. You always were a fool for a pretty face, could never keep your cock in your pants long enough to get the job done," he hissed.

Crouch tripped over his feet, teeth bared as he glared at them.

"You've met Hermione," Riddle boasted as he gestured towards her. "She's new…and proving to be quite useful."

Hermione pressed against Theo, frame trembling, and he squeezed her hand.

"You gave me more time," Crouch spat.

Riddle took a step forward, hands shoved into his pockets.

"You're right. I gave you more time. Three years of it, actually…" he turned towards them "…I don't know about you, Nott, but that seems like more than enough time for him to get what he owes me. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Too much time, if you ask me," Theo agreed, voice hard and controlled, not one emotion slipping through.

"N-no. No, I can get you the money-."

"You should have it. You've been given ample opportunity to get it," Theo said, chuckling as Riddle took another step forward.

"Spent it all on drugs and women, no doubt."

"Look, just give me a week. I can-."

"You may go, Hermione," Riddle said, dismissing her.

Hermione was grateful, positive that this was something she didn't want to see. She reluctantly let go of Theo's hand, Crouch's blubbering and pleading ringing in her ears as she walked towards the door. She was almost there when Riddle's hand suddenly shot out, halting her movements. She swallowed as he gently pulled her to stand in front of him, hands resting on her shoulders.

"Actually, stay for just a little bit longer. I don't want you to miss this…"

Hermione's eyes widened as Crouch sank to his knees, begging for his life now.

"Nott," Riddle's voice came from over her head, and she turned to stare at Theo.

He blinked, staring at Riddle before glancing at her and back again. He rolled his eyes before eventually walking over to Crouch's hunkered form.

"Theo, please, man I can- I can get the money. I can get it!"

Hermione turned her head away, only for it to be jerked back upright by Riddle's firm grip. She shuddered as his lips brushed against her ear, chest pressed against her back.

"You will watch," he purred.

Hermione blinked, vision blurring as Theo pressed his gun against Crouch's forehead.

"No, no, no. Come on, please-."

Hermione gasped, heart faltering within her chest as Crouch slumped, mouth still open in a plea. She exhaled a shaky breath, ears ringing as she looked down at his still form. She felt a tear skip down her cheek, and stumbled as Riddle let go of her. He walked around her, and she took that as her cue to leave.

She struggled to unlock the door, flinging it open and sprinting down the hall without a backwards glance. The private rooms for the "regular" guests were located beneath the club in a huge basement like setting. Only, the dark fancy hallways were lined with neon purple lights. Some rooms had pure glass walls and others, like the one she was just in, were for 100% privacy.

She walked past a row of glass walls when a shock of blond hair caught her attention. He appeared to be in a meeting of some sort with four other men when he looked up.

Silver and brown met…

…and warred.

They gazed at each other for all of three seconds when Hermione continued down the hallway, stumbling up the stairs and into the club. The loud music brought her back to the present, and she found herself momentarily disoriented. She rested a hand on her forehead, making her way through the moving bodies as she fought to get out of the cursed place. A shoulder clashed with hers, and she almost tripped over her feet.

"Hermione?"

She looked up, meeting a pair of familiar blue eyes. It took Hermione's brain a minute to catch up.

"Ron…hey," was her lame response.

Ron didn't respond right away, eyebrows raising as he took in her attire.

"What are you doing here?"

He blinked, eyes resting on hers again.

"I'm here with Dean and Seamus. They're always going out every other weekend, so since I'm back, I wanted to tag along," he answered.

Hermione nodded, still somewhat spacey as she looked around.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked, hand resting on her arm.

She nodded, unable to process the words she wanted to say.

"Are you here with friends?"

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, some lame lie on the tip of her tongue, she was sure, when an arm snaked around her waist, a familiar grip settling just under her breast. His lips brushed her cheek, and Hermione's shoulders sagged with the release of tension.

"There you are. I've been looking all over for you," Draco said just before turning towards Ron.

Ron blinked as he took in Draco and their comfortable display. He shook his head before extending his hand.

"Ronald Weasley. I'm a friend of Hermione," he suddenly said, and he missed the venomous glare she threw at him.

Draco's raised an eyebrow at the name before looking down his nose at Ron's hand like it was an insect. His eyes met Ron's again before he smirked, pulling her tighter against him.

"Pleasure. I hate to cut this short, but Hermione and I have somewhere to be," was his only reply before walking her out of the club.

It was much quieter on the street, and Hermione was relieved. She was joyful to discover that Draco had parked right outside of the club. A dark green car greeting her instead of the usual black one. He leaned her against the driver's side door before taking her face into his hands.

"What happened?"

He knew that she was going to be at Mamba tonight with Riddle, hence why he'd scheduled his meeting there for tonight. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. He pressed a gentle kiss to her nose and another on her forehead, before resting his lips there.

"Talk to me," he murmured against her skin.

"Theo killed Barty Crouch Jr."

She felt him tense before he released a sigh, hand resting against the back of her head.

"I was meant to be a distraction. I was supposed to convince him to get the guards out of his room. I was…," she trailed off.

Draco suddenly backed away, raising her head to gaze into her eyes. His eyes were icy as he glared at her.

"Did he touch you?"

"Not…not really. It wasn't anything I couldn't handle…," she trailed off as he leaned in to press his lips against hers.

"Are you hurt?" he asked against her mouth.

She shook her head, eyes falling closed.

"I'm still…I'm still mad at you," she whispered as he pressed her back against his car.

He hummed into her lips, hands resting on her neck before pulling away. It was the truth. She was still upset with him for threatening her best friend, and all but making it impossible for her to get help from anyone else in this city.

"So…that was the ex…"

Hermione nodded, wondering why tonight of all nights did she run into him at a club of all places.

"He still wants you," Draco suddenly said, something unrecognizable in his tone.

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest.

"I don't particularly care. That has nothing to do with me…"

She could feel his eyes on her, and Hermione looked down, tonight's events still plaguing her mind.

"Where did he touch you?"

He didn't need to clarify who he was referring to.

"He kept touching my shoulders," she murmured.

Draco reached up, brushing his hands along her shoulders and arms, leaving a spark in their wake.

"…and?"

"He kissed my cheek…"

She exhaled as he pressed his lips to her cheek, nibbling at the sensitive skin.

"Like this?"

"No, not like that."

"Where else?"

Hermione swallowed as Draco pressed himself against her.

"M-my neck. He kissed-," she cut herself off with a gasp.

Draco wrapped his lips around the skin of her neck, tongue laving against the flesh as his fingers dug into her thigh, hitching it around his waist.

"Draco, we're- people will see…"

The sound of a door opening reached her ears, and Hermione felt herself being pushed inside. Draco's lips met hers again as he pulled her into the backseat, the door closing behind them. Draco kneeled over her reclining form, pulling his shirt out of his pants.

"You want me to help you forget him?"

Hermione nodded, reaching for his belt. He caught her wrists in his hands, pulling them away.

"Tell me where else," he demanded.

"He touched my neck too. He kept- oh my God," Hermione groaned.

Draco's fingers were around her throat, thumbs pressing down.

"Was it like this?"

Hermione frantically shook her head.

"You like this?" he asked, grinding himself in between her legs.

She nodded, mouth open in a silent scream as he leaned down to bite into her cleavage. He suddenly pulled away, gripping her hips and turning her over.

"I hate that that piece of shit was touching you," he growled, reaching up and ripping her dress straight down the back.

Hermione shrieked, pressing her hands against the seat.

"I don't like that they put you into that situation. You could've gotten hurt…or worse," he said, leaning down to kiss her exposed back.

"Crouch was scum. I wish I had killed him myself," he hissed, raking his nails down her thighs.

"Draco," she moaned.

"You want to forget him?"

She felt a harsh pull at her hip before the pressure released, the sound of her underwear snapping filling her ears. His hand was in her hair, pulling her up so that her back was flush with his bare chest.

"I asked you a question," he breathed into her ear.

"Yes, please, make me forget him. Make me forget the whole night…"

He dug his hands into her hips, yanking her hips towards him.

"Crouch, Riddle, Theo…I want to forget it all, please," she begged.

Without warning, Draco pushed every inch of himself into her with one slick movement. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream as he tangled his fingers into her hair again. The sound of her broken whimpers filled the car as he gripped her hips tight enough to bruise, the sound of skin slapping against skin reaching her ears.

Black spots filled her vision as she was fucked into the backseat of his car. She reached a hand back, searching for his arm, or something, anything to grab onto. One of his hands gripped her wrist, his other hand pulling her up and pressing her chest against the side of the vehicle. He pinned her hand against the window, and Hermione whined as he roughly bit at the side of her neck.

"You're so beautiful…so fucking pretty…"

She moaned.

"…and you're all mine."

She had nothing to say, too busy on focusing on not passing out from the sheer brutality in which Draco was slamming into her.

"You still want to leave? Think you can find someone else to help you?"

She shook her head.

"You know what I wanted to do when you said that? Hmm?"

Hermione's only response was a moan as her hand slipped down the dewy window. His teeth grazed her ear, and Hermione shuddered.

"I wanted to fuck you on every surface of my house."

His tone was venomous, each snap of his hips growing more possessive than the last.

"I told you that I can protect you. You think anyone else can take care of you like I can?"

"N-no," she moaned.

He pressed both of her hands against the window now, and Hermione hung her head as her body shuddered. He pressed his lips to her cheek, her jaw, her neck, anyplace he could reach. His free hand slid down to her throat, constricting. Hermione tried to moan, but his grip was too tight.

Hermione couldn't even inhale as he thrust into her. She pushed back against him as her lungs cried out for air, tears brimming her eyes. The coil inside of her was tightening with both pain and pleasure with each merciless surge of his hips.

"You take me so well," he murmured into her ear.

Hermione groaned, his words causing her to clench around him, and he hissed. Hermione was losing her grip on reality, lungs burning when he suddenly released her throat. White-hot pleasure washed over Hermione as her lungs finally took in air, body twitching and shaking from the combined rush of release. Draco's grip tightened as he fuck her through her high and chased after his own.

Her nails raked down the window, her whines hitching as she collapsed, Draco's arm the only thing keeping her upright. They both panted, Draco's breath fanning against her neck as he lowered them both down. Hermione's eyes drifted shut, and she shuddered when Draco pulled away from her, fixing his pants and lazily throwing on his shirt.

Her chest heaved, and she didn't even bother to move, opting to lie there. She felt Draco press a lingering kiss to her neck before she heard him moving to the front seat. Just as he started the car, there was a tap on the window. It wasn't long before Hermione heard a familiar voice.

"I was going to ask if you'd seen Hermione, but…," he trailed off, his eyes, no doubt, taking in Draco's unkempt appearance.

"She's in good hands. I wish I could say the same about you. Crouch, Nott? Really? He could have killed her, given the first chance, he would have."

There was no response from Theo, probably because he knew Draco was right. Hermione briefly recalled said man pulling his gun out on her once he realized what was going on. If Theo had reacted two seconds too late… Hermione shuddered, and found herself drifting off just as Draco spoke before speeding off.

"In case you were wondering, Blaise says 'hi'."

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