He followed her for a few steps, before jumping in front of her. She ran into his broad chest. She gasped, and looked up, then frowned. "Malfoy," she spat.

"Yes, Mudblood. Malfoy. Do you know, you seem to have run into me. You should apologize."

"Yeah, right! I'm not apologizing for-," she was cut short by a hand slapping her across the face. Despite herself she fell to the ground, unknowingly dropping her wand. It rolled away for her, stopping an inch from Malfoy's foot.

Hermione's skirt had rolled up, revealing her long, slender legs. Malfoy was aroused. He was still quite drunk, but able to walk. He bent down besider her. She smelled the alcohol on his breath. "You're beautiful," he whispered to her. Images entered into him mind. Instead of beating her as he had originally intended, they would make love. Yes, she would be flattered that a Malfoy had taken an interest in her body. Perhaps, if she was good enough in the sack, he would even consider being nice to her in public. Dare he think it, date her.

Unfortunately Hermione had other ideas. "Oh gods Malfoy! You're blasted! And that is just about the most disgusting thing I think I've ever heard! Just go back to your common room and..." she paused, searching for her wand.

Malfoy was angry. Furious, really. He picked up her wand. "Looking for something Granger?" he sneered. He pocketed her wand and pulled out his own. He cast a charm, binding her. Then he silenced her. Her eyes grew large, in fear.

He picked her up and threw her up over his shoulder. How dare the mudblood talk to him like that? He was going to beat her up now. But, he couldn't very well do it in the cooridor could he? A teacher might come along. It was very late now, but he dragged her into an empty classroom. He magically locked the door and cast a silencing charm over the room. He then lifted hers. She screamed. He hit her. She fell. He bent down over her, reveling in the fear he saw in her eyes. She really was beautiful. And, he thought, even if she wouldn't give herself to me willingly, that didn't mean he couldn't have his fun.

He threw her on the teacher's desk and cast a spell, causing her hands to be tied above her head, one at each corner. She struggled against her bonds. He stared down at her, marveling at his prize. He smiled. He began to unbutton her blouse, button by button. Slowly. He knew it was causing her more anguish, and inside that made him enjoy it all the more. She kicked out and screamed. He bound her feet and finished removing her blouse. She was wearing a simple peach colored bra. So sweet and innocent looking, he thought. Then he removed it.

He stared at her breasts and didn't notice that she had begun to cry. He kissed her forcefully, claiming her mouth. Her screams were muffled by his mouth. He became impatient and magically removed her skirt, shoes, and socks. She was left clothed in only her panties. Tears were pouring down her face, in shame, embarrassment and fear.

He clawed at her panties like an animal. Soon, she was left totally nude. She shivered. As did he, but for completely different reasons. Her body was wonderful. Her ample breasts, flat stomach, and shapely legs all turning him on. He trailed kisses down her body, taking each nipple in his mouth. He bit down on one. She called out in pain. "No," she cried. "Please don't! Just stop now Malfoy and I promise I won't tell anyone! Please don't! Please!"

This only egged him on...and downward. He pushed her legs apart, his face inches away from her opening. She whimpered. He expertly began to kiss her, lick her. He entered, one, then two fingers into her. He laughed at her. She was disgusted at her body, which was responding to his touch.

Using his mouth and one hand, rubbing her clit, he made her come. She felt pleasure and disgust. She wanted to throw up when she came down from her high. "You see, Granger!" he yelled triumphantly. "You wanted it! I knew you wanted me..."

He removed all of his clothes. He stood proudly in front of her, before climbing over her. She felt something hard brush against her legs and again felt the need to throw up. "Say you want me," he commanded. She remained silent, deciding to keep her dignity. He hit her. "Say it!" Still silence. He took his mouth and bit down hard on her nipple, drawing blood.

She screamed again. In a small voice she whispered, "I want you."

"Good. Now say 'Draco, I want you to put your cock inside me and fuck me."

"No, don't make me say it, please..." He bit down hard on the other nipple. "No! Draco..I-I-I w-want your..."she gasped in between sobs. "I want your...your..c-cock inside of... inside of me."

"And..." he prompted.

"And I w-want y-you...I wan-want you t-to...to...please! Don't...t-to fu..fuck me." She finished.

He plunged into her, hard. Not waiting for her to prepare herself. Her body felt like it was going to split in two. She screamed. He was kissing her again. And moaning into her mouth. He began to pump in and out of her. Something inside her broke, and she bled a little bit. "Oh, Hermione!" he moaned in ecstacy. "Oh, you have such a nice tight pussy. I love you!" A few minutes later he came inside of her. He pulled out, a smile on his face. "You were the best I've ever had, I think, Mudblood," he sneered at her. She didn't say anything. He had finally broken her. She wasn't fighting anymore.

Malfoy realized this and knew he couldn't be done just yet. "Tell my you love me."

"I love you."

He untied her and pulled her to the ground, onto her knees in front of him. He put his cock in her mouth. "Give me a blow job," he commanded. She looked up at him and he saw in her eyes that she didn't know how. He rolled his eyes and pulled her hands up to his cock. "Rub it and suck on it," he said. She did as she was told. His eyes rolled back in this head. He came in her mouth and made her swallow it.

As if she were a child, he helped her put her clothes back on. She was silent, her eyes glazed over in her pain. His were glazed too, from alcohol and ecstacy.

"You were a good fuck Granger," he told her, pulling her into a deep kiss, claiming her mouth again. He threw her wand in the opposite direction as he was heading and left her. "Oh," he said , calling over his back. "And if you tell anyone, I'll do it again, then I'll kill you." The threat was serious, even though he slurred through it. She nodded, walking stoically towards her wand.