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Blaise Zambini stepped into view. Hermione's face turned into a frown. "What are you doing here? This is a Prefect's bathroom."

"Oy, a guy can't want to take a bath in peace?" Blaise asked, scratching the back of his head. Draco's eyes went narrow. Blaise... could he have been the one to rape Granger? The odds were high against him, because he was always wanting to take Granger to bed, but surely he wasn't the rapist?

"Not when they're not a prefect." Hermione said snipply. "Now if you'll kindly excuse yourself, I'm waiting for someone here." She crossed her arms and looked sideways, so her profile was in complete view for Blaise. He seemed to scan over her features before taking a step closer.

"You know, in this light you're kind of cute."

"Really? In this light you're kind of repulsive." She snapped. Draco smirked under his invisibility cloak. At least even the old Hermione didn't find Blaise attractive. He gave a silent sigh of relief and watched on. Blaise still made it closer.

"What are you doing in the Prefect's bathroom at night alone, Granger?" He asked. "Up to something no good I bet."

"Its none of your business." She said coldly, not looking him in the eyes. "And if you don't get out I'll write you up and extract points away from Slytherin."

"Go ahead." He said, now only inches away from her face. "I'd love to see you try." He reached out to stroke her cheek but Hermione had already drawn her wand and had it pointed at his nose.

"I'm taken. Go find your own." She smirked at him. Suddenly a second person appeared in the doorway. This person again was hidden in the shadows.

"Hermione?" It asked. Blaise looked towards the figure's way and hissed out an angry breath.

"This isn't over, Granger." He muttered, before walking away from her and past the dark figure, out the portrait door. In the doorway now stood Ron Weasley. He had a towel on his arm and a confused look on his face. "Was that just Zambini?"

Draco now wondered if Weasley was the rapist.

"Its not what you think, Ron." She sighed. "I'd rather not talk to you right now."

"Hey, I have every right to be here, Herms. Just because you're ashamed of what you did-"

"-I'm not ashamed, I'd just rather not have you giving me the third degree."

"Whatever. -I'll go use the Quidditch locker rooms. I'd rather be there than with a double crosser." Ron stormed out of the bathroom faster than you could say Tarrywinkles. Draco's hopes were dimming. If Blaise wasn't the rapist, and Weasley wasn't, there was one last suspect he truly thought of.

Several minutes passed by and Hermione dipped one of her fingers in one of the pools. She sat down at the edge of the pool, sighing. She then said to herself, "Why is he so late? Maybe he doesn't care..." But just as she said this the painting door opened. If it hadn't Draco was sure he was about to actually speak out and say 'I care.' Thank God the door opened.

Hermione looked up at the dark figure and much to Draco's shock, she smiled. Her smile made his heart jump, and he positioned himself two feet away from her up against the wall. The person in the shadows had an outline tall and lean with messy hair. "Hermione, why did you tell me to meet you here?" The person asked quietly.

"I couldn't talk to you this afternoon... Ron was around." Hermione said, standing up from the pool and walking over to the dark figure. She took small steps across the bathroom floor in a blue sweater and blue jeans. She was the old Granger, with the old attitude and old ways. Draco couldn't help but smirk, remembering when he and her used to argue all the time. The monster inside of him stirred.

"Ron?" The person in the shadows asked, backing up slightly. "So you're still not talking to him?"

"I couldn't. He's still upset over... well... you know." Hermione said softly, advancing on the boy who's identity was hidden. "What we did."

"Oh." The boy said. He and Hermione shared a moment of silence before she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the shadows. Draco's mind went AHA! Potter was standing in front of Hermione, holding her hands to his chest and looking to her. "Yeah. He won't talk to me either."

Draco smirked to himself. He had known it all along; it had to have been Potter.

"Is Ginny upset?" Hermione asked. Potter shook his head.

"I told you we weren't together anymore." He answered. Draco felt like he wanted to vomit but kept his quiet presence as the two smiled at one another. "So what's with all the secrecy?"

"I just wanted everyone to stop judging me." Hermione answered him, slowly placing her arms around his neck. Potter's face turned slightly pink. "Ron called me a whore last night."

"What?" Potter sounded shock; Draco was shocked as well. "But -you -we-"

"I know we didn't do anything but kiss, Harry, but you know how Ron jumps to conclusions." Draco could understand this right off. The whole scene was as if he were watching his mother's soaps on T.V. 'All My Purebloods.'

"C'mon Hermione, you know you deserve better than that." Potter said, moving his fingers down Hermione's sides as their foreheads touched. Draco growled under his breath but covered his mouth at the last minute. "You're not a 'whore.'"

"Try telling Ron that." She then added hastily, "I know I'm not one, Harry, don't worry." Potter smiled at her and sheepishly pulled her closer to him. "But I don't want what we did to affect your friendship with him -and if it does I want us to stop." This seemed to wipe all the happiness out of Potter's face, and Draco almost wanted to do a dance of joy. Potter was suffering. The beast gave a yowl of happiness as well.

"B-But Hermione..." He tried to explain, but Hermione put a finger over his lips.

"I mean it, Harry. If you and Ron are having issues-"

"-We're not." Potter said quickly. "Look, Herms, don't do what you think is 'right for me'. I get that enough from Dumbledore and everyone else. Ever since this prophecy came into view everyone is trying to do what's 'best for me.'" He stared in Hermione's eyes and sucked on her finger. Draco imagined it was himself sucking her finger and he suppressed the urge to rip Potter limb from limb. "Just let me make my own decisions." Oddly enough, Draco could relate to Potter's arguing with Weasley. Blaise and Draco had been fighting over Hermione as well -well, in his own time.

"Your decisions tend to end up causing trouble." Hermione stated. "I'm only trying to-"

"-To control me, like everyone else." Harry glared at her. Hermione reached up and touched his cheek, calming him down slightly. He placed his hand on her hand, leaning into her touch.

"Where'd you get that?" Hermione asked, pointing to Harry's hand. Draco smirked, thinking he was going to find Potter with the ring like the one Draco had on his finger, but instead saw a small nail scratch. Odd, he thought, I guess Granger DIDN'T give him that...

"Oh... Ron." Harry answered her. "He and I got into a fight outside... I gave him a black eye."

"Harry!" Hermione scolded. "Violence is NOT the answer."

"Oh really?" Smirked Harry, slipping his fingers on Hermione's stomach and tickling her. "So I suppose I should just tickle Voldemort to death?"

"H-Haa-Harry!" Hermione giggled, backing up from his touch. "That ti-tickles!"

"Oh, it does?" Potter continued to smile as he grabbed her around the middle and kissed her. Draco's breath increased and he had to bite his lower lip not to say anything. "And what does that feel like, Hermione?" Potter asked as he pulled away from the kiss.

Hermione caught her breath a moment before saying, "Flustered." Potter didn't seem satisfied with this reaction because he kissed her again. And again. And again. Draco's body felt sick to his stomach as he jealously watched Hermione slip her fingers in Potter's thick black hair. He wanted to vomit as Potter stroked her cheek. He almost DID vomit when Romeo AKA Potter picked Hermione up so that her legs wrapped around his waist and moved so her back aligned with the wall. Their lips went at it and Draco was oddly reminded of two dogs lapping at each other. He flinched and watched on, waiting to catch Potter about to rape her. But it didn't happen. Instead Potter and Hermione were contently kissing... on and on... minute after minute... it was maddening.

The beast in Draco's chest rose up and yawned. It had awoken again.

Potter's fingers went cautiously to Hermione's stomach underneath her shirt and she pulled away from the kiss. "Harry," She whispered, making Draco perk up, "Don't."

"Why not?" Harry asked, not pushing on but stood with a frustrated look on his face. "Don't tell me you're back with Ron again?"

"No -NO. That's not it at all." Hermione said, "But I don't know if we should really be doing this with each other, because you know Ron...red hair, hot headed... -and you're his best friend..."

"Well that's nothing compared to that stupid platinum blond headed prat Malfoy." Harry smirked, trying to lighten the deadening mood. Draco's eyes narrowed. That damn Potter had no right to bring him into the conversation, let alone insult him. True, Draco did insult Potter when Potter wasn't around, but it was just uncalled for for HIM to insult a Malfoy.

"That's true." Hermione laughed. "That boy has issues." It seemed Hermione and Harry found a common ground to talk about besides Ron; their hatred for Draco Malfoy. Little did they know that Draco was standing right in front of them, listening to the whole thing. "He's even worse than Ronald as far as temper goes."

That hit Draco where it hurt. If she only knew that later she'd be smitten with him...

"Whatever, Herms, I think even Malfoy has his temper under control." Said Harry.

"I doubt it." Hermione said, scowling at a memory, "He didn't control his temper that much when he called me a mudblood -or enlarged my teeth -or --"

"Okay, Herms! Okay! I get it." Harry smiled. "But you know," He went on, "There's rumors he's a Death Eater." Draco's beast in his chest growled with anger. How dare Potter make stupid accusations? Didn't he know -? -No, he didn't know that later on he'd be thankful to Draco for saving Hermione.

"I wouldn't be surprised." Hermione mumbled to herself. "And Pansy Parkinson drools over him like he's a piece of steak."

"What does she see in him?" Potter asked.

"I don't know. -I honestly don't know how anyone could love someone so heartless."

This was the straw that broke the camel's back. Draco could stand the ridicule, the shutdowns, but that? That was far beyond what was needed. Without thinking he removed his invisibility cloak and emerged from the darkness. "Oh really?" He asked. Harry and Hermione gave a jump of surprise.

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You'll find out who the rapist is soon enough! (Sorry for all of the cliffhangers)