I own nothing.
"What? Why in the world would Zabini drug me," she demanded in disbelief.
Draco and Theo shared a look. She looked between the two of them.
"What? What was that look? Draco, what the hell is going on," she demanded.
"You had a run-in with him. Earlier, you told me that he was rather rude to you-"
"Draco, that makes zero sense. I can't remember the last time I even made eye contact with Zabini, let alone have a full blown conversation with him."
Draco gazed at her, eyes narrowed with a parted mouth, eyebrows furrowed deep in thought. His bright irises darted around before landing on Theo, alarmed. His features drastically changed, face suddenly hardening, jaw clenching and eyes darkening. When he spoke, his voice came out low, his serious tone sending chills down her spine.
"Theodore…go find that Brown girl, now."
"What do you need Lavender for," Hermione frantically asked as Nott ran out of the door.
Draco pressed his palms together, bringing his fingers up to tap against his nose. His shoulders were tense, trembling as if he were holding in a year's worth of anger.
"I'm about to tell you something…something that you're not going to believe at first," he began.
He knelt down in front of her, bringing his hands up to rest on either side of her head. She absentmindedly brought her own hands up to rest over his as he gazed into her eyes.
"…but I need you to trust me, Hermione."
Hermione blinked as she registered the seriousness of the situation. Something very important was going on and she realized that now was not the time to be her normal bossy and stubborn self, so she nodded.
"Okay," she quietly responded.
"Blaise obliviated you."
She frowned, swallowing as she waited for the rest, waited for him to deliver the punch line or something. He stared at her with an unwavering gaze and she began to feel her heart speed up. She slowly pushed his hands away from her as she realized that he wasn't joking.
"Blaise obliviated me," she repeated in disbelief.
"Yes."
"Why?"
Draco opened his mouth before slamming it shut. He crossed his arms over his chest as he stood, staring down at her, and deep in thought.
"Draco."
He glanced away, pursing his lips before returning his gaze to her.
"You…you saw him trying to force himself on some fifth year," he said.
Hermione's eyes widened as she brought her hand up to cover her mouth. She blinked and shook her head, standing up in shock.
"What," she gasped.
"It was after your date-"
"Our date," she incredulously asked.
"The two of you went on a second date, just a few days after your first one at Hogsmeade. He wanted to have sex with you, but you said no. The two of you got into a fight and then you left, but that same night, when you were patrolling you saw them. The girl got away safely, but you stayed and threatened to tell," he said.
Hermione exhaled, shaking her head in disbelief.
"This is when that…floral girl-"
"Lavender," she interrupted.
"Yeah, her. This is when she showed up and accidentally knocked him out while trying to protect you. He was in the infirmary for a few days and she has detention for the rest of this month," he continued.
"How do you know all of this," she questioned.
She watched as he turned around, fiddling with something on the table.
"You told me. You came back here, a complete and utter mess, crying about what had happened," he threw over his shoulder.
Hermione was troubled by the fact that she had cried in front of him, but was more disturbed by what had happened. Never in a million years would she have pegged Blaise Zabini as that type. As she thought back to the past few weeks, there were gaps in her memory, but the gaps weren't even that noticeable. If Draco hadn't have explained everything, she probably wouldn't have even noticed.
"Why didn't I tell anyone?"
"You said something about wanting to protect Hogwarts' reputation. You didn't want the papers shedding negative light on the school…again," he explained, turning around and sitting back down.
Hermione sighed, realizing that that was something she'd definitely do. Hogwarts was her home, she loved the school with all of her heart and she'd protect it to the very end. She looked at Draco as she slowly sat back down.
"I must have thought that I had it all figured out, huh?"
He shrugged.
"You underestimated him," he said matter-of-factly.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"You don't need to thank me for doing the right thing, Hermione. He's taken advantage of a lot of girls. I wasn't going to let your name be added to that list," he responded, brushing his fingers over her shoulder.
"If you think this means I'm going to have sex with you again, you're out of luck," she said.
"You sure you don't need me to jog that particular memory," he quietly asked her.
She glared at him before suddenly standing up with a loud gasp.
"What?"
"Oh, Merlin," she breathed, covering her mouth.
"What? What is it," he demanded.
"What if he knows?"
Draco sighed, stretching his legs out, unfazed. She spun around to face him, heart racing as she panicked.
"Draco, I'm serious! I know that you couldn't care less, but I do. What if he knows about us? There's no telling what he did to my head," she exclaimed.
"You're too focused on the wrong things," he said.
His nonchalant attitude about this touchy subject angered her and she grabbed a book off of the table and threw it. He ducked, the book sailing past his head and breaking something in the kitchen.
"I can't believe you! You know, I'm really starting to regret ever sleeping with you in the first place. It has done nothing but cause me trouble," she shrieked.
Her eyes watered and she pushed her hair away from her forehead as she clenched her teeth. Her breath came out in choppy pants and she did everything she could to hold it together. She pressed her hand to her chest, positive that this was what a heart attack felt like. What if Blaise knew? What if he decided to blackmail her or something? Draco suddenly stood, nostrils flaring and eyes blazing as he towered over her.
"Okay, you need to calm the fuck down…now," he spat.
Just then the portrait slammed shut and they both looked up to see Nott carrying an unconscious Lavender, a cautious and uncertain look on his face. His eyes shifted between the two of them in concern, taking in Hermione's flustered state and Draco's angry stare.
"Oh my gosh," Hermione cried as she ran over to him, fluttering over Lavender's limp form.
She followed Nott to the couch where he laid her down at and Hermione immediately knelt beside her.
"Was she…?"
Hermione couldn't even finish her sentence as she stared at the other witch. Physically, she looked okay, but she was just recently finding out how dangerous Zabini could be, so there was no telling what he had done.
"No, no, I don't think so. Just her mind was messed with, nothing else," Nott answered, catching onto what she was asking.
Hermione sighed in relief. Draco was right, she had underestimated him and that was something she vowed to never do again. She looked up just as Draco walked past the couch, heading for the door. She wouldn't have been concerned about where he was going, but the look on his face told her that she had reason to worry. She hurriedly stood up, dashing over to him.
"Where are you going?"
He heaved a sigh, looking down at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Where do you think I'm going, Hermione?"
She shook her head, understanding dawning on her features.
"No, Draco, you can't. You're stooping down to his level," she protested.
She growled when he ignored her, stepping out of the portrait with her hot on his tail. She grabbed his arm, forcing him to come to a stop. He spun around, glaring down at her with a look so intense she was forced to take a step back.
"I understand your anger. I'm angry too, hell, I'm the one whose brain was picked apart and violated. Draco…violence solves nothing. You can't-"
She cut herself off as he walked towards her, backing her into the wall beside the dorm entrance. Her heart sped up and her eyes widened as he slammed his hands against the cobblestone beside her head, causing her to gasp. He bent down, bright eyes boring into hers as he glared at her from underneath his lashes. His hair fell into his face and his lips were set in a hard line as he brought one hand down to finger one of her curls.
"Let's get one thing straight…I can do whatever the fuck I want to do and there's not a damn thing you're going to do about it," he whispered.
She swallowed, chest heaving.
"If I want to repeatedly sink my fist into his face, I will. If I want to kick him until I break his ribs, I will. If I want to slit his fucking throat, I will. He deserves everything that's coming to him and I'm going to make sure that he gets it," he spat.
He brought his fingers down to graze her cheek, a slow smirk taking over his lips.
"Now, you stay here and preach to Theo about nonviolence all you want while I go get my fists a little bloody," he purred, turning around and leaving her there to stare after him in concern.
Hermione sighed, turning another page in her book before glancing up at the door for the umpteenth time. She swallowed before shaking her head. She opted to sleep on the couch tonight, telling Nott to put Lavender in her bed. Nott had long left and she had taken a thirty minute shower, the blonde witch had yet to wake up yet and Hermione was growing worried. Draco had also yet to return.
Just what in Godric's name was he thinking? He could lose his Head Boy position and for what? She shook her head again, slamming her book shut and tossing it onto the table. She rubbed her temple. Why was she so concerned anyway? Draco was a big boy, more than capable of making his own decisions and being held accountable for them. She had just stood up, deciding to call it a night, when the portrait swung open, a fair haired figure stumbling in.
She gasped in shock and ran over to him, hanging onto his arm as he stumbled down the short set of steps. She led him into the kitchen, leaning him against the counter. She couldn't see his face, his head was hanging low and his hair was covering half of it, casting a shadow over the rest. She raked her eyes over him, inhaling when she noticed his bruised knuckles. He suddenly straightened up, flicking his hair away from his face, showcasing the nasty cut on his cheek.
Hermione clenched her jaw as they stared at one another before he turned towards the sink. She grabbed his hands just as he turned it on, slapping his knuckles when he tried to pull away. He hissed in pain.
"That's what you get," she chided.
She rinsed his hands off, shaking her head in a mix of disbelief and annoyance as she did so. He snatched his hands away as soon as she cut the water off.
"Draco, let me look at them," she snapped.
"You're not my mum and you're not my wife, so bugger off," he hissed.
"I'm trying to heal you, you bloody idiot," she barked.
He huffed, rolling his eyes before holding out his hands. Hermione pointed her wand at his knuckles, watching as the bruises faded, the fair color returning to his skin. She sniffed as she looked up, pointing her wand at his cheek.
"Are you crying," he scoffed.
"Yes, I am. Okay? This has been a really stressful night," she cried.
She turned away from him, resting her hands on the counter, taking deep breaths.
"I just found out that Zabini is probably one of the foulest people to ever walk these corridors. My mind was invaded and toyed with, the same with Lavender. Then you decide to go and have a fight with him, probably making things so much worse. So yes, Draco, I am crying," she snapped.
"Hermione," he said as she reached for her.
She slapped his hand away, taking a deep breath as she turned to face him.
"I am going to bed now. Lavender has taken up residence in my room, so I will be sleeping in yours," she snapped.
He smirked, walking towards her when her next words stopped him.
"…alone. I think it's only fair that you sleep on the couch since, no doubt, tomorrow I will be the one paying for your impulsive decision tonight," she said.
He opened his mouth to retort before thinking better of it and simply sneering at her, shoving past her and making his way towards the common area. She sighed, walking up the stairs to his room, slamming the door shut behind her.
Hermione didn't realize how right she would be. That next morning she had woken up with the worst feeling ever, almost forcing her to stay in bed. It was a Saturday, so it wasn't like she would miss anything important if she did, but she couldn't. There were things that needed to be dealt with. She got up, going about her morning as she normally did until Draco barged in, demanding she get out, or didn't, because either way he had to get dressed.
He didn't have to tell her twice as she all but ran out of his room, relieved to see Lavender sitting on the couch. Despite her sleeping through the rest of the previous evening, the other witch looked exhausted.
"How are you feeling," Hermione asked as she sat down beside her.
"Like rubbish. I don't ever remember getting that drunk in my life," Lavender responded, raking her hand through her hair.
Hermione bit her lip, debating whether or not to tell Lavender the truth. Of course, would she even believe her? Hermione had a hard time believing Draco when he told her, the only thing convincing her being how unlike him he had been acting. She sighed, deciding that she would tell Lavender later when the other girl had some food in her.
"Ladies," Draco greeted as he breezed past them.
He waltzed out of the dorm, the portrait slamming shut behind him. Lavender frowned in confusion before glancing at his room door and then Hermione.
"Did you sleep in his room…?"
"It's not what you think. I gave you my bed and made him take the couch," she said with a shake of her head.
Lavender raised her eyebrows.
"Wow, you two barely get along and he's whipped. Imagine if he actually gave a rat's ass about you," she joked, rubbing her temple.
"So, I assume you're staying in today?"
"You assume right. Thanks for letting me sleep in your room, by the way. If I were you, I would have put me on the couch," Lavender replied with a laugh.
Hermione gave a small smile, standing up.
"You sure you're okay enough to be alone," Hermione asked, concerned.
Lavender waved her off.
"This isn't my first hangover, Hermione. Go on to breakfast. I'll be fine," she reassured.
Hermione reluctantly left the dorm, that feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. It seemed that Zabini had only erased all of her interactions with him because she still remembered the argument that she and Harry had last night. She remembered her conversation about Ginny with Dean and how worried he was about her. Hermione sighed, scratching the back of her head as she walked down the stairs.
Maybe she was just nervous. Maybe everything was becoming way too overwhelming for her and she was literally making herself sick with worry. That thought vanished completely, however, as she neared the Great Hall, the doors open, giving her the perfect view of a tall, dark, and handsome Slytherin making his way down in between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables.
She slowed, her eyes widening and heart racing as she stopped just inside the entrance. He wore a proud smirk, his face showing no evidence of his fight with Draco last night. She glanced around in a mixture of confusion and worry as he neared, realizing that more and more people were turning their attention towards them. She caught Draco's eye as he frowned, watching the two of them, palms pressed against the table as if he were ready to jump up at any moment.
"Hermione," Zabini quietly greeted as he stopped in front of her.
"Zabini," she cautiously replied, resisting the urge to take a step back.
He tilted his head to the side, eyebrow raised.
"You're afraid of me," he said matter-of-factly.
His smirk grew as he looked over his shoulder at the Slytherin table, his eyes meeting Draco's. He turned back around to rest his eyes on her. Hermione was very aware of the fact that just about everyone's attention was discreetly on them. Oh, they were all still chatting and eating, but she could feel their eyes watching their every move.
"What do you want?"
"I just want to chat…"
She took a step back and he gently grabbed her arm, halting her movement. He shook his head, wagging his index finger back and forth.
"Oh no, I want to chat right here…in front of everyone," he said, waving his hand about towards the hall.
He was dangerous. Hermione had no doubt about that now.
"What do you want, Blaise," she demanded through clenched teeth.
He leaned in closer, lowering his voice.
"I want a lot of things, Hermione, but right now…I kind of want to kiss you. Who can blame me, really? After all, your lips do look so…fucking…kissable," he mocked.
Hermione sharply inhaled, eyes widening as she recalled those same words that Draco had uttered to her a month ago.
"And your lips look so…fucking…kissable," he growled before claiming her lips with his own.
"Oh, yes, that's right. I saw everything and what an entertaining sight it was to behold. Who knew that you were so submissive in between the sheets?"
He chuckled as he raked his eyes over her and she cringed, throat closing up. She was going to be sick. She glanced at Draco and saw that he was shaking his head at her, questioning.
"Now, we can either lock lips, right here for everyone to see or I air out all of your dirty little laundry. Something tells me though that you really don't want people to know about you and Draco," he whispered.
"I despise you," she spat, eyes watering.
"I really don't care," he whispered.
He pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"This is what your little boyfriend gets for breaking my nose last night," he sneered just before pressing his lips against hers.
Hermione was in too much of a shock to notice the gasps that filled the room. She pressed her hand against his shoulder as he fisted his hand in her hair. She leaned away, sinking her teeth into his lip and more than satisfied when he snatched his face away. She stumbled back, taking pride in his bleeding lip before spinning around and running out of the Great Hall.
Hermione didn't leave the library until well after it was time for students to be in bed. She had hidden in there, like a coward, and she wasn't ashamed. She had never been so angry in her life. She was angry at Blaise, angry at Draco, and angry at herself. If she had never slept with Draco she was sure that none of this would even be happening. Then again, if Draco hadn't have hunted Blaise down last night, Blaise might not have felt the need to retaliate. She realized that that kiss wasn't even about her. Did the two of them have some sort of unspoken competition? Did Blaise view her as the perfect weapon to use against Draco or something? Was she simply that unlucky enough to be caught in the middle?
She sighed, shaking her head as she headed towards her dorm. As she approached the portrait, she could hear yelling and crying from the inside. She slowed as she heard Draco's harsh voice. She was just about to open it when it came swinging open and Pansy Parkinson came storming out.
She stopped however at the sight of Hermione and Hermione actually took a step back at the fire within her eyes. The dark haired girl stepped closer to the Gryffindor, raking her eyes over Hermione with disgust. Hermione swallowed, frowning in a mixture of fear and confusion. Parkinson finally looked into Hermione's eyes before narrowing her own. She suddenly shook her head, scoffing in disgusted disbelief before shoving past her. Hermione cautiously looked over her shoulder at the other girl's retreating figure before stepping inside. She wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted her.
Their dorm was a mess. The couch was turned over, papers strewn everywhere. The bookshelf was lying face down with books scattered around it. She saw that the side table beside the couch was broken and there were shards of glass on the floor. In the middle of the mess was her dorm mate, pajama bottoms hanging low on his hips with a naked torso. She jumped as he threw a plate at the wall above the fireplace, shards flying everywhere. She stepped down, her shoes making a crunching sound on the glass.
"Draco…?"
She froze where she was standing as he sharply turned his head towards her, his eyes zooming in on her still form. His hair fell onto his forehead as he glared at her, raising his arm to point at her.
"You."
She frowned in confusion.
"Me…?"
She stumbled away, tripping over her own feet as he stalked towards her.
"You. This is your fault," he hissed.
"I-I don't understand-"
"Have sex with me, Draco. All of my friends are leaving me behind and I need something to fill that gaping, pathetic hole in my life," he mocked in a high pitched voice as he strode towards her.
She scowled, offended.
"Now, wait just a minute…"
"No, you wait just a minute. This is all your fault. You did this to me," he snapped.
She stumbled around the other chair pulling it towards her, in between them, as she backed up towards the fireplace.
"I don't know w-what you-re-"
"You are the last person I had sex with," he stated.
Hermione's eyes widened.
"You mean…," she trailed off.
He gave a humorless chuckle, throwing his arms out.
"That's right. I seem to have become something akin to a one woman man, so give yourself a pat on the back for that one, sweetheart because you have officially achieved what my mother has been trying to do for years," he sneered.
"Draco…I-"
"Do you know that I can't remember the last time I had a decent amount of sleep? You're in my fucking head, Granger!"
Hermione took a few more steps back when he used her last name, realizing just how strung out he was.
"My sheets still smell like you. Why haven't I done anything about that? Truth be told, I kind of like that they smell like you," he laughed.
Hermione's heart was going a mile a minute as she felt like she was trapped in a cage with an agitated dragon.
"I wasn't lying when I said that you were the best I'd ever had…and I've had a lot," he whispered, taking a step forward.
Hermione backed up, chest heaving, her eyes never leaving his.
"That day that you walked in on Brown and I? I was bored out of my damn mind. Daphne…Daphne freaking Greengrass couldn't even get me going. And have you seen Daphne Greengrass," he questioned, raising his eyebrows.
"Y-yes. She's very attractive," Hermione shakily agreed.
"That she is. I would know. Do you want to know what happened tonight, Hermione?"
She didn't respond, instead backing towards the kitchen. He continued to stalk her, paying no mind as his bare feet stepped onto the shards of glass.
"Pansy was here. Did you see her on your way out, by the way," he offhandedly questioned, gesturing towards the door.
Hermione hurriedly nodded.
"Yeah, yeah I saw her."
"Yeah…yeah she was here. Things were happening, everything was going great, and I'm thinking 'finally'. You want to know what happened next? You want to guess? Go on, guess."
Hermione shook her head.
"No? Well, I'll tell you. I said your name. Your name. Now, Pansy wasn't bothered by that because, let's face it, she's always ready to spread her legs for me under any conditions. Me? No, I was too angry at this point. So I lost it."
"Draco…"
"I don't like losing it, Hermione. I don't like tossing and turning almost every other night. I don't enjoy turning girls away because they just aren't doing it for me. So you and I are going to remedy this here…and now."
Hermione didn't even have time to react before he pounced. She shrieked in surprise as her back hit the wall, her chest pressed against his. She panted as Draco ran his hands up her sides, his nose grazing her neck.
"Just say it, Hermione. Admit that you want me just as much as I want you," he purred, his lips pressed against her skin.
Hermione couldn't stop herself from moaning as he pressed his pelvis into hers.
"Just say it," he whispered.
"Of course, I want you, but-"
"That's all I need to hear," he growled just before claiming her lips with his own.
Her reaction was instantaneous, bringing her hands up to wrap her fingers in his hair, pulling his face closer. He hooked his hands under her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist as they slid to the floor. He ground his hips into hers, sucking and biting on the skin of her neck. Hermione arched her back, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut as he bit her breasts through her shirt. Her buttons flew as he ripped her shirt open, his lips immediately attaching to her stomach.
She mewled, his tongue swirling into her belly button, causing her to squirm beneath him. Her hands stayed knotted in his hair, her eyes closed, enjoying the sensations he was giving her, making her forget all about her day. The sound of her skirt ripping was what brought her out of her haze. Her eyes flew open and she gasped as he bit the inside of her thigh.
"Wait…wait…Draco, what are you doing?"
"I'm trying to bang you six ways to Sunday," he purred.
"N-no. No, no, no," she hurriedly said, pushing him away and immediately backing up.
"What the hell, Hermione?"
"We can't…we can't do this," she said, standing up and covering her chest.
He stood too, eyes blazing as he glared at her.
"The hell we can't," he hissed, reaching for her.
She jerked away.
"No, we can't. This was not supposed to happen. It was a onetime thing, remember?"
"Well, let's make it a two time thing," he said, stepping towards her.
"No! Everyone just needs to…stop kissing me," she cried, turning around and running into her room.
She slammed the door behind her, locking it and sliding down the wood, banging her head against it.
"Oh, I'm in trouble," she whispered.
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