An update, yes! I really intended to update last week for a certain someone's birthday, but because this is finals week, I spent a lot of time studying last week. Some of you were asking about the "update" and it was just an A/N talking about my new story that I published. Don't worry, you didn't miss anything.

This is more of a filler chapter, but I have a feeling that a lot of you will be very pleased with it. I'm debating on whether or not I should put a 17+ or 18+ warning at the beginning of certain chapters.

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY REGINA!

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"You think I'm a killer, Hermione?"

"No," she breathed, bucking against his hand.

He grazed his teeth along her neck, causing her heart to speed up.

"Yes, you do. You think I'm capable of cold blooded murder," he hissed just before biting into the skin of her neck.

Hermione was pushed over the edge and she clenched around his fingers with a vengeance. She panted, chest heaving as he continued to thrust his hand.

"Part of you thinks that I'm a murderer…and yet, here you are, riding out your climax on my hand. What does that say about you?"

Hermione's eyes flew open as he withdrew his hand from in between her legs. She hurriedly sat up and watched as he wrapped his lips around his fingers with a smirk. A sinking feeling settled in her gut as his words registered.

"Goodnight, Hermione."

She finally closed her legs as the sound of his door closing reached her ears.

A week later, and Hermione was still shaken up by the events that had taken place in their dorm. Looking back, she knew that it was almost impossible to put into words how she had felt. Although, she was sure that if she were forced to put her feelings into words, she would say that the whole ordeal had made her feel…uneasy. She mentally shook her head. No, uneasy was too weak of a word to use. For once, Hermione could not think of a word to properly describe her feelings. She just knew that dwelling on the incident made her skin crawl.

The two times she and Draco had been together, she normally felt nervous afterwards, which was to be expected. After all, Draco was this overly sexual being who had no qualms about getting what he wanted and, for the moment at least, he seemed to want her. After the second time, she had also felt a bit of disappointment in herself at giving in so easily. She didn't want any more complications and continuing whatever she had going on with Draco was indeed a complication. However, unlike their previous intimate encounters, the occurrence from last week had left a rather…sour taste in her mouth.

Oh, Hermione wished that was the end of it, but it was not. After Draco had retired to his room, leaving her there in a state of fearful confusion, she had found that a sick feeling had suddenly began to twist within her stomach. She had felt lightheaded and had had the sudden urge to just…pass out. For one thing, Draco had not answered her question. She had not realized it at the time, but he had turned the focus back onto her, completely avoiding the simple question that she had asked him.

Worst of all, his eye-opening question had lingered within her mind. He was right. A part of her, no matter how small that part may be, believed that he could have killed Fay. She didn't even question whether or not he was capable of it because she had seen firsthand what he was like when he got caught up in his anger, acting without thinking. A small part of her did believe that he could have done it and yet… She had still opened her legs for him. Draco had known exactly what buttons to push, what itch to scratch. He had played her like a fiddle and she let him. So…what did that say about her?

Upon realizing the implications of said question, she had immediately flushed. Was it from anger? Shame? Did it really matter at this point? For the first time, since the two had hooked up, Draco had made Hermione feel dirty. He had made her feel…sleazy and she didn't like it one bit.

This was what was going through her mind when Ginny found her. Hermione was sitting in the courtyard, so deep in thought that she didn't even notice the much healthier looking redhead coming her way. If she did, she would have most assuredly commented on the color that had come back into Ginny's cheeks or that the younger girl had seemed to put back on most of the weight that she had lost.

"Hermione…?"

Hermione looked up, startled before blinking in recognition.

"Ginny," Hermione acknowledged.

She had not even heard the young Gryffindor approach her. Stupid Draco, she thought.

"Everything alright? I had been standing there for at least thirty seconds before finally deciding to get your attention," Ginny said as she sat down beside her friend.

Hermione covered up her inner turmoil with a smile.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I was just going over some revision in my head."

Ginny nodded, smiling, accepting this answer for her friend's odd behavior.

"Hermione…I came to apologize. I know that I kind of already did at the Halloween Ball, but that was half assed and we both know it," Ginny stated.

Hermione furrowed her eyebrows. This was the last thing that she had been expecting.

"I shouldn't have treated you the way that I did. You were worried…"

Hermione shook her head, lowering her eyes, picking at something on her skirt.

"Ginny, it's okay. I understand-."

"No, Hermione, it isn't okay," Ginny said.

Hermione lifted her head at this. Ginny looked more than apologetic, maybe even a bit ashamed.

"You were just so worried and you had every right to be. You were right… I loved Harry, more than anything and when he broke up with me I…I went to a dark place. It was incredibly selfish to those around me, but it was the only way I knew how to cope. You felt like you were out of options. You were scared and I can't blame you for that," Ginny whispered.

"Well…thank you and I'm sorry too. You trusted me and I betrayed that trust to the worst person I could possibly tell. If it makes you feel any better, I sort of regret it," Hermione mumbled.

Ginny chuckled.

"I think I put too much faith in Harry. I'm not sure what I thought he was going to do about it," Hermione said with a sigh.

Ginny nodded in agreement, a comfortable silence falling over them. Now that the two of them had officially patched things up, Hermione wanted to tell Ginny everything. She wanted to tell her all about her escapades with Draco and the truth about what had really happened with Blaise, causing the unlikely friendship between her and Lavender. She wanted to tell her about the entire fallout between Ron, Harry, and herself. Hermione had not let herself dwell on it, but the truth was that it hurt.

While separating herself from the two had been the right choice, the healthy choice even, it did not make it an easier nor any less painful. The three of them had been as thick as thieves ever since their first year. Defeating a troll together was bound to have that affect. She loved them, very much so, but she could hardly recognize them sometimes. With a sigh, Hermione supposed that they could probably say the same thing about her. They had all changed, some for the better, and some for the worse. Hermione felt uneasy as she realized she was not sure which end of the spectrum she was on. Still, she had not been able to grieve the end of their friendship properly and she seriously doubted that Draco was going to offer a shoulder to cry on.

Which brought her to the number one thing that she wanted to confide in Ginny. Hermione just needed to know that she wasn't crazy. She had seen Draco at the top of those stairs. She was certain of it…wasn't she? However, that did not explain how he was seen, by several students, come to find out, out on the Quidditch Pitch. She needed to get it off of her chest or she was sure that she would drive herself insane. She wanted to tell Ginny how suspicious she was of him where Fay Dunbar was concerned. She wanted to tell Ginny how disgusting he had made her feel upon forcing her to realize just how far gone she was, or her body was, for him. However, she told Ginny none of this. Not a word. Instead, she simply said:

"You're looking much better."

Ginny flushed, turning her head slightly to the right, away from Hermione.

"Dean and I are…well, we're better than ever, Hermione."

"Ginny, that's great!"

It was great. Hermione was incredibly happy for her friend. She was glad that she was able to find happiness with him. She and Dean had briefly dated during Ginny's fifth year and it had been so…disastrous. Of course, they both had been younger at the time, but Hermione was pleased that things seemed to have worked out for the better.

"What about you? I've been out of the loop, but I know that Ron is no longer with Lavender, courtesy of you, I guess. So…did he finally come to his senses?"

Ginny's question stirred something within Hermione, causing her to look away.

"Hermione," Ginny questioned as she rested her hand on the other girl's shoulder.

"No, he didn't. I…I don't really want to discuss it," Hermione said, shaking her head.

Ginny furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, sensing the sudden change in atmosphere.

"Why do I feel like there's something that you're not telling me…?"

Ginny's question came out quiet, as if she was afraid to know the truth herself. Hermione swallowed, turning to face Ginny, a somber expression on her face.

"…because there is something that I'm not telling you," Hermione whispered.

"Well, what is it? Hermione, if something happened…something serious, I…I feel like I should know. I mean, I know that I don't have any right to pry, considering…," Ginny trailed off.

"We're not friends anymore, Ginny. Harry, Ron, and I…we…it's over," she sadly replied.

Ginny's mouth parted in shock before her shoulders sagged. Hermione could tell that Ginny wanted to demand she tell her everything, she could see the confusion and questions swirling around within her eyes. She was worried that Ginny would start bombarding her with questions, but she didn't.

"Are you okay?"

Hermione mentally sighed in relief, thankful.

"No…I'm not," Hermione tearfully whispered.

Ginny pulled her into a hug, wrapping her arms around her trembling friend.

Hermione hadn't realized just how much she had been holding in. The dam had broken and she was grateful to finally be able to just let it all out.

"It still doesn't seem real, Ginny. We were friends for so long," Hermione quietly said.

Ginny sat next to her on the couch in her and Draco's dorm, nodding in understanding.

"Never would I have imagined that we would end up here. I mean, we've had our problems, sure, but I always thought that it was normal. I mean, friends fight, it happens. Looking back, I think that I just kept making excuses for Ron…and now Harry too."

"To be perfectly honest, I always had a feeling it would come to this," Ginny added.

Hermione looked at her friend in shock. Had she really? Apparently, the question was all over Hermione's face because Ginny continued.

"You're right, friends do fight. Any normal friendship is going to have its occasional spat. However, the fights that you guys had didn't really strike me as normal. They always played out and ended in the same manner every single time. More often than not, you and Ron would be the ones fighting. Per usual, Harry would end up standing by Ron, even if he didn't fully agree. This would go on until Ron either needed something from you or you were the first one to cave."

Hermione frowned, looking towards the empty fireplace.

"I mean, I had hoped that maybe this was just how you guys fought, you know? I too eventually had to stop making excuses. Even when this would happen while Harry and I were together, I could never get him to see reason. Even when he knew that Ron was in the wrong, he always felt that he had a certain duty to uphold to Ron. Some stupid guy code or something," Ginny scoffed.

How had Hermione not seen? Of course, the obvious answer immediately popped into her head. She had fancied herself in love with Ron. She reckoned that her feelings had allowed her to excuse his behavior time and time again. She had believed that if you loved someone, you loved all of them, flaws and all. She realized now that with Ron it was more than just some easily overlooked flaws.

Their portrait door opening and closing caused the two girls to look up to the right. Draco paused upon seeing the redhead witch beside Hermione, but continued walking nonetheless. He acknowledged both of them with a firm nod, his eyes lingering on Hermione significantly. She blinked in realization when she saw him jerk his head just before heading into his room.

"I wonder who pissed in his cereal this morning," Ginny commented.

Hermione couldn't help but to chuckle.

"He's normally like that. I'll be right back, Gin. I want to change out of these school clothes," Hermione said, standing.

"Okay. I'll be here," Ginny replied just before Hermione closed her room door behind her.

She glanced at the door connecting to their adjoined bathroom before opening it with a small sigh. Draco wasted no time in entering her room.

"Come on in," she sarcastically stated, turning to face him.

"What were the two of you talking about?"

Hermione was taken aback by his demanding and harsh tone. She didn't like it nor the way he was looking at her, waiting for an answer like he was her father or something.

"Excuse me?"

She blinked in surprise when he reached out and ran his thumb down her cheek, smearing her tears against her skin. His hand lingered, trailing his fingers against her skin as he looked down at her. Hermione had not even realized that she had still been crying.

"Oh," she said in realization.

"I know that you two aren't on the best of terms. Did she say something to you," Draco demanded.

Hermione shook her head.

"No, no, of course not. We were just talking about…Ron and Harry," she quietly replied.

Draco scoffed, one hand still resting on the side of her neck.

"Why on earth were you talking about them?"

"Because I needed to talk about them. I needed to…grieve our loss of friendship, Draco. Ginny understands," she responded.

His other hand came up to rest just under her jaw, tilting her head up so that she was looking up into his eyes.

"They don't deserve your tears."

"I know that, Draco, but we've been friends for years. We went through so much together. Hell, we survived a bloody war with one another. It…hurts. I can't help that," she said.

She bit her lip as his eyes ran over her face, one hand sliding up to twist into her hair. She turned her head away as he leaned in, their last encounter still fresh in her mind.

"Draco," she warned.

"For fuck's sake. I didn't kill her, Hermione. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted to hear?"

She didn't appreciate his biting tone and turned to glare at him.

"Why didn't you just say that when I asked you-?"

"Because I shouldn't have had to. The question never should have been brought up," he snapped.

"Well, I'm sorry, okay? You can't exactly blame me. You did nothing to hide how you truly felt about her and then…she's dead and you're at the top of the stairs. Which reminds me, none of this explains how you were seen in two places at once," she said.

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Correction, you are the only one who saw me at the top of those stairs," he whispered.

Hermione flung herself away from him.

"I'm not crazy," she harshly whispered.

"I never said that you were. You clearly saw someone else," he reasoned.

Hermione scoffed.

"You have very distinct features, Draco. I know what I saw," she argued.

Draco shrugged, unbothered.

"Well, I don't know what else to tell you. Besides, what does it matter? I didn't kill her. You got the answer you wanted," he said, stepping towards her.

Hermione glanced up at the look in his eyes and found herself taking a step back at the intensity in them. That was her first mistake. She went to back up again when his hand shot out, gripping her waist and yanking her against him. She inhaled at the feel of his hard body pressed against her softer one and she found her heart beating erratically. She swallowed, pressing her hands against his chest.

"Draco, we can't," she breathed.

"Mm hmm," Draco hummed, pressing his lips to her jaw, then her neck.

Hermione felt her eyes flutter close as his teeth grazed against the sensitive skin. She twisted in his grip until her arm was free and she gripped the hand that was on her waist. She gasped when he bit into the skin of her neck, causing her knees to buckle.

"We can't. Ginny is outside…she's waiting for me," Hermione whispered, stumbling as he backed her up into the wall.

She opened her mouth to protest again when her words were swallowed by his own mouth as it descended over hers with a fierceness. Hermione could do nothing but follow as his lips led in that familiar dance he always seemed to do with his tongue. He moaned into her mouth, the vibration spreading all throughout her body.

Hermione panted, her nails digging into his arm as he let her breathe, his lips trailing down to her collarbone. He pulled them away from the wall, his arm supporting her as she leaned back, her chest pointed towards him. One of her hands traveled upwards to run through his hair, her nails grazing his scalp. This was clearly his undoing.

Hermione suddenly found her back against the wall again, one leg resting against his hip, his hand digging into the underside of her thigh. He rubbed himself against her, his lips attached to her neck like a leech. Hermione had to remind herself that Ginny was right outside.

His lips suddenly traveled upwards to just under her ear, the sound of his labored breathing filling her eardrums. His teeth grazed the shell of her ear as he pressed himself more firmly into her.

"I need you, Hermione," he whispered, the husky sound going straight to her core.

"You…you can't be serious," she panted.

"Tell her that you'll be out in five minutes," he commanded, the tone of his voice leaving no room for argument.

Hermione wanted to protest, Merlin knows that she did, but it was hard to remember why in a state like this.

"G-Ginny," she called out.

She heard the girl's affirmation that she had heard her.

"I'll…I'll be out shortly. Just give me…ten more minutes," she said, causing Draco to raise his eyebrows in a mixture of shock and approval.

"Take your time, Hermione," she heard Ginny say.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Draco lift his wand, no doubt casting a silencing charm. She heard it clatter to the ground and soon she felt her skirt being lifted.

"I'll be quick," he promised and she felt him reaching down, no doubt undoing his pants.

Hermione wrapped her arms around him, the anticipation building as she felt him gently pull her underwear to the side. Hermione was positive that this was what she had heard Harry, Ron, and a lot of other girls refer to as a quickie. The term made sense she supposed. She felt him press a lingering kiss to her neck and before she knew it…he was inside of her.

Hermione gasped at the sudden intrusion, despite the fact that she had been expecting it. She briefly wondered to herself if she would ever get used to his size. The fullness she felt was always like the first time, just without the pain. One of his hands was braced on the wall beside her head as he retreated before thrusting inside of her again.

She let out another gasp at the feel of his retreat and reentry, her fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt. His face was buried into her neck and she suddenly felt herself being pulled away from the wall, her back immediately connecting with the floor of her bedroom. The atmosphere seemed to shift as soon as they made it to the floor and Hermione found herself reaching up, gripping his shirt and tearing it open, some buttons popping off.

Unlike her, Draco didn't seem to mind the ruin of his clothes. She dare say that her sudden aggressiveness turned him on even more. She ran her hands down his hard chest, her fingers digging into the skin of his hips. His now open shirt began to slide off of him, showcasing the muscular arms that held himself off of her as he continued to push into her heated core. She threw her head back and lifted her chest as he sped up his pace, a now familiar fire rising in the pit of her stomach.

Draco leaned down, trailing sloppy kisses along her neck and collarbone, harsh pants escaping his lips. She locked her legs around him with an iron grip, as if afraid he was suddenly going to disappear and leave her hanging. His teeth bit at her neck and she felt him reach up, ripping her shirt open before latching his mouth onto her bra clad breast, the sudden mixture of pain and pleasure plummeting straight to her core. He looked up at her from beneath his lashes.

"I put a silencing charm on the room, Hermione," he said, confirming her thoughts from earlier.

The meaning behind his words were clear and Hermione moaned his name as he slammed into her. She lifted her head, her teeth nipping at his neck as she rocked back and forth from the force of his thrusts, her hands tangled into his hair. She felt him shudder and she couldn't help the feeling of pride that shot through her, knowing that she was able to elicit this short of response from him. The great Draco Malfoy was teetering on the edge of control because of her.

He suddenly slammed into her with a ferocity that knocked her back onto her back and she let out a surprised, but pleasure filled, small shriek. Hermione was certain that her legs were going to break, but that did not stop her from tightening them around his waist. She reached her hands up under his shirt, digging her nails into his back and trailing them down the sensitive flesh. Draco let out a hiss as he arched his back, the slight pain of such an act sending him over the edge.

He came with a vengeance, sinking his teeth into her neck and Hermione seized underneath him, her body shaking and bucking from the force of her orgasm. He thrust into her a few more times, the two of them riding out the wave together before he collapsed onto her, his teeth still embedded into her neck. Hermione's legs went limp and her chest heaved with short, choppy breaths.

She closed her eyes, thinking to herself that if she died right now, she was sure that she wouldn't care. Draco lifted his head, reaching up to run his fingers down her face. His hair stuck to his forehead, sweat plastered to his skin and she noted that he looked more than satisfied. He dropped his head back down, his lips hovering next to her ear.

"I want you and only you," he whispered, his words eliciting a shudder from her.

"I thought…thought that we already covered that," she breathed, still out of breath.

He exhaled, leaning up to rest on one arm beside her head, his other hand reaching up to brush her wet hair away from her face. His eyes seemed to glow as he stared down at her, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Yes, we did. However, there's always the possibility of you going elsewhere since we are not…exclusive," he murmured.

Hermione's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What are you saying?"

His eyes snapped back to hers, captivating her with the intensity in them.

"I'm saying that I don't like to share. I want you to have me and only me."

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