Still Malfoy POV, but later Hermione's

He woke up the next morning with a horrible hangover. He took a potion and immediately felt his head begin to clear. It took him a moment, before he remembered the events of the previous night. Fight...Pansy...whiskey...GRANGER! He remembered everything he had done to her. He ran to the toilet and threw up.

He leaned against the wall, clad only in his boxers. He put his head in his hands and began to sob. Oh god! He thought. What have I done? He had...raped Hermione. He was a horrible person. She'll never forgive me, he thought. How could she ever?

Someone knocked on the door. It was Blaise Zabini. "Malfoy?" he asked.

"Yeah, I need a minute," he responded, taking on the Malfoy person once more.

"Well, you're going to be late for breakfast," Zabini told him.

Malfoy stood up and decided he had to act normal. He couldn't let everyone know what he had done. He got dressed and fixed a sneer on his face, but inside, he wanted to kill himself.

Hermione POV

All through breakfast Harry and Ron kept asking her what was wrong. Indeed, she looked awful. Her hair was in disaray, and had been pulled over her face trying to hide her swollen lips and the bruise just beside her left eye. She was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpanst under her robes, instead of her usual blouse, skirt, or jeans. There were dark circles under her bloodshot eyes.

She debated telling them exactly what had conspired last night. But she couldn't. She couldn't tell them that he had made her come. That her body had enjoyed his tongue and his hands. Sure, when he had actually entered her, nothing had happened, but...and she had told him she loved him.

Part of her wanted to go to Madame Pomfrey and get healed. But, she couldn't do that either. Because surely the mediwitch would wonder why her breasts were so bruised and why she winced when she sat down. I have no one to turn to she thought.

Draco Malfoy entered the Great Hall a few moments later. Hermione felt the fear start to creep up her spine, drowning her. Malfoy was wearing his usualy sneer but...there was something else. He too had dark circles under his eyes and he looked, sad about something. He looked her way and she averted her eyes, which now had tears threatening to pour out.

She excused herself from the table and took off into the corridor, not daring to look over at the Slytherin table. When she was in the hallway she started to run, but felt a hand grab her hand. She turned around to come face to face with...Malfoy! She opened her mouth to scream, but he gently put his hand over it. "Please," he whispered, sounding almost horse. "Please, just listen to me."

He looked into her eyes, pleading. She slowly nodded her head. "I-I'm sorry," he said simply, but the pain was evident in his voice. Her hollow eyes looked into his. A few tears fell down her cheek. He too began to cry. She looked up at him and said only one word. "Why?"

He was a little taken aback. But he knew he owed her an answer. "I - Pansy broke up with me...drunk...angry..wanted to beat someone up..found you. Y-you," his voice broke. "I was drunk, Hermione. I w-was just gon-g-gonna beat you up a little, but...but you l-looked..you just looked so beautiful. I-I wanted you a-and I though y-you'd want me too...you d-didn't and I j-
just...I just lost it. I'm sorry. I'm s-so sorry."

"What do you want me to say?"

"Say you forgive me."

"I can't. You not only took my virginity, you took my dignity. You took everything. You took my home, my life, my heart...I can't look my two best friends in the eyes. All I feel is shame because of you. Because you...y-you raped me."

Around the corner a certain green-eyed boy and his redheaded friend gasped in horror.