"Malfoy?" Harry asked, grabbing Hermione closer to him and raising both his eyebrows. "What are you doing here?"

"I should ask you the same question." Draco smirked, trying to hold his anger back. "In a Prefect's bathroom, with Granger... alone. What WOULD Weaselbee say?" His invisibility cloak fell to the floor at his feet, and Hermione looked curiously to him.

"Where'd you get that?" Harry asked, nudging to the invisibility cloak. "Those are rare. I didn't even know a Malfoy could get one. I thought you had to have some class."

"And I didn't know you were such a two timing prat." Draco glared, feeling slightly put off. "Course, what do you expect when you're the famous Harry Potter and think you can do what you want with a mudblood?" His wand was tucked under his robes, and he had the urge to draw it at any moment. He held back that urge hoping that even the old Hermione would commend him for that. "I bet that scar on your hand wasn't from HITTING Weasley -it was from fooling around with him."

"Take that back." Harry hissed, glaring.

"Harry, don't." Hermione said, holding him back. She then turned her gaze towards Malfoy. "How long have you been here?" She seemed to eye up his look and ponder to herself.

"Since its none of your business." Draco growled, feeling hurt and pain from talking to the old Hermione -he realized that if this soon to be rape by Potter didn't happen he'd never have fallen -er - met the new Granger. "So tell me, Granger, do you always sneak up in bathrooms waiting for stupid lonely Gryffindors to make their prowl?" He and Potter shared a venomous daggers through their eyes.

"You keep her out of this." Harry said at once, drawing his wand. "You've got nothing to say to her."

"C'mon, Potter. Get a grip." Said Draco, drawing his wand as well but leisurely. "I wouldn't want to talk to her within a ten mile radius. -Being here is surely going to have to get you a flea bath... or two." He smirked.

"Harry, don't!" Hermione shouted as Harry almost whispered 'avada-'. "You're going to get yourself in trouble. Remember, he's a Prefect." She stated.

"Yeah, but you're the Head Girl." Harry answered her, pushing on. She put his arms down to his sides and stood in front of him.

"Listen to me. Its not going to bother me -don't let it affect you." She stated this with great importance in her voice. "Let it all go. Read between the lines." They both shared a moment of argument in their eyes before Harry finally gave in and kept his wand down.

"Good boy. -So you really don't think anyone could ever love me?" Draco asked with slight rage, his wand at his side but more at an angle. "Is that right Granger?"

"... No, I don't." She answered him. "You're nothing but a cry-to-your-mother want to be prat whose main fun is picking on someone who happens to get more attention than you do." She met his eyes and something flickered in them - something much like the new Hermione from the future. "And hiding out in bathrooms all night stalking mudbloods."

Harry chuckled.

"Oh really?" Draco questioned, taking a step closer. Potter gripped his wand tighter. Hermione gave a slight intake of breath. "Is that what you think I am?"

"Yes." She stated, not moving from her rooted spot on the floor. "One hundred percent."

"What if I were to tell you that deep down inside of that thick mess of your brain you truly feel something for me." It wasn't a question. "Something bigger than hate." Potter snorted another laugh.

"Yeah, right Malfoy." He scoffed. "Like that could ever happen."

"Potter, I wasn't talking to you." Draco seethed. "So snuff it."

"Make me." Harry challenged. Draco mockingly bowed.

"If you wish." Harry made a move to duel with Draco, and Draco, quick as lightning, said, "Immobulous!" Harry froze in mid-move. "So, you were saying?" He smirked to Hermione. She looked from Harry to Draco in shock and outrage.

"Turn him back!" She narrowed her eyes. "You... Malfoy, just turn him back!" She pulled out her wand but Draco was quick for what he usually was and ducked an oncoming spell she sent at him. "And I don't think there is anything in that pathetic brain of yours that knows anything about love!"

"You didn't answer my question." Draco smirked, taking a step closer to her.

"We both know it wasn't a question." She said back to him. "Now turn Harry back NOW."

"Who were you waiting for tonight, Granger?" Draco asked, feeling something wash over him as if he were in a movie playing a part. The sense of forgetting whom he was entangled him. "I know it wasn't Zambini. And I know it wasn't Weasley. -But why Potter, hmm? Why Potter?" He asked this very carefully so not to give out his emotions. "Is it because he's got more to offer than -Weasley? Or Blaise? Does he have more charm than them? Is it because he's famous?" Every time he asked a question he stepped one step closer to her. "Is it because he'll take you in when the world turns their heels on you? Or is it the simple fact that you might not want him at all?" He made it to her without the slightest hesitation in his voice.

Hermione's wand was pointed at Malfoy's head, likewise was Malfoy's to Granger's. "Let. Him. Go." She seethed in between clenched teeth. "Now."

"Why haven't you already let him go yourself?" Draco raised an eyebrow, the beast inside of him playing with his heart like a key chain. Hermione seemed unable to answer the question. He observed her eyes, the fullness of her pouty lips, the ever going strings of curly hair. He wanted to do so many things to her that he didn't stop himself. He kissed her.

It wasn't an innocent kiss. It was full of passion; emotion to the highest variable. Lust could have been inspired by it, but no matter what the feeling in Draco's stomach or chest, he wanted her to feel it. Feel his emotions. She pushed away from him and from his sinful kiss, but this wasn't enough to stop him. He grabbed her wand as he won her over and snapped her wand in half, before grabbing her wrists and holding on to them. He wasn't going to let her go; not this time. He missed the old Granger so much he realized exactly why he picked on her all the time. She was always filled with snappy comebacks or wild remarks that made him satisfied.

Suddenly he felt two pair of lips kiss back, giving themselves up to him. It shocked him more than anything but he wasn't going to stop himself now; he was going to indulge in the simple fact that he had won her over -brought her to the dark side, no doubt. Hermione fought for him to let her wrists go as she kissed him back, but he would do no such thing. He feared that if he did he might lose the feeling; the on going high he was receiving to his brain.

He sent her up against the wall the next moment, kissing rough and passionate. The fabric of her clothes scraped along her back as he continued to attack her lips with his own, slithering his tongue into her mouth. Much to his shock she wrapped her leg around his hips so he was forced to grind against her (not that he was complaining or anything.) Shock ran through his veins as she pulled away from the steady kiss to say, "Kiss me again." Draco didn't have to be told twice. Their tongues touched and Draco was reminded quite a lot of a striptease -the way Granger's tongue moved with his own, giving itself little by little to sinful pleasure.

"Still don't think anyone could love me?" He asked, nose touching nose. Hermione didn't answer him, glancing over at Harry. Draco's eyes followed her gaze and gave a distasteful glare. "I see. Potter's always the better man, is he?" Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but Draco put his finger to her lips, shushing her. He let go of her wrists. "Of course. Famous stupid Scarface wins."

"It's not that-" Hermione started, but Draco cut her off.

"-Oh really? Then what is it? -Apparently the only one who could ever love me is my own family. Stupid mudblood..." He growled, backing up away from her. "Stupid pathetic Granger... if you only knew." He chuckled lightly.

"Knew what?" She questioned. "What are you talking about?"

"Remember in your dorms a month ago?" He asked. "When I told you you'd be in debt to me?"

"Malfoy... that was two weeks ago." Hermione said confused. "You're losing it."

"Oh, I lost it a long time ago, when I decided to save you." Draco said, feeling a sense of anger bubble up. The old Hermione drove him to the brink of insanity; he was that much in love with her. But she had been waiting for Potter, hadn't she? It was as if everything fell into place. She couldn't possibly have loved him when she was the old Hermione. And he was in love with Hermione all the way around -memory charm or no. Yes. Love. That explained the beast inside him the entire time. She'd never understand what he had to go through -all the shit he had to put up with. Stupid Potter... always winning... Draco wanted to win for once, have Potter lose. "-Well, you're going to be in debt to me now." He shoved her back up against the wall and pressed her shoulders into the wall. "And I'm not sparing you." The old Granger had to suffer -suffer for Draco's unrequited love. He knew he had ruined everything with the new Hermione from the future -at least he could make this Granger grieve for her future mistakes NOW.

"Malfoy -what are you-?"

"It's Draco. -Shh, love, its Draco." And grabbed her wrists back up before placing them above her head. "Always Draco. -Welcome to Hell." And at that moment Draco smirked his famous high quality smirk once more; the one that meant he was about to perform a heinous act. He pulled her wrists and flung her to the floor. She made a dive to get away, rolling to the side but Draco was too fast for her and came down upon her faster than grease lighting. Hermione was a force to be reckoned with, however. She clawed, kicked, and bit at him as he forced her shoulders down to the floor. She lay on her stomach, Draco straddling her hips as he shoved her shoulder blades down more so her chest pressed into the cold tiled floor. "Comfortable?"

"Not really." Hermione said sarcastically, trying desperately to flip over. When she found this was impossible she kicked back with her legs and hit Draco in the back.

"Hey now, Granger," Draco warned, "Don't make me get rough with you. This is for your own damn good." He leaned forward and pressed his weight into her shoulders, making her groan. "And you're going to suffer." He licked her ear and relished the slight painful hiss of breath.

"Get. OFF." Hermione grunted before flipping the un-expecting Draco on his back and trying to crawl her way back up on her feet. Draco was too ticked to care about anything else and jumped on her back, wrapping his arms around her waist. She struggled when he heaved her to her side and straddled her again. This time she was on her back. Hermione reached up and grabbed his neck, tightening her fingers around his vocal chords. Draco, in shock, struggled to get his breath to find he couldn't. Oxygen was leaving his brain and he soon knew the only way to save his own life; he pressed his fingers into her neck.

The two dueled it out on the floor, rolling and smacking each others head against the floor. Somewhere in between all of the choking and strangling their lips met several times, before going back to their original sneering position. Draco finally got her to let go of his neck and he let go of hers in return.

"Now, now, this wont hurt... much." He smirked, ripping at her sweater and after a few minutes of struggling with her got it over her head and off of her body, casting it to the side. "Unless you're into that kind of thing." Hermione made a move to scratch at Draco's face, but he fought her back and stopped her nails from digging only inches to their destination. He entwined his fingers with hers and with his lean muscles forced her hands reluctantly to the sides of her shoulders before above her head. When he was sure that he could, he took the moment to bring his wand out and bind her hands together in ropes with an "Incarcerous" spell.

"So tell me," He went on, "Do you like a man to fuck you from the back or the front? Ah, Hell, I'll take a guess." He took her frightened eyes as an open invitation to grind against her and her eyes shuddered. This was not the normal reaction for a person who wasn't turned on, was it? Draco wondered. "Oh, you like that?" He asked, the smirk not on his face but in his voice as he grabbed her arms and wrapped them around his neck, so when he sat up she sat up with him, their legs in between one anothers. He moved his leg slightly so it pressed into the crotch of her jeans, and she gasped. "Never knew you to like a good dry-bang, Granger," He said, repeating the motion, "But I guess under that stupid school girl goodie two shoes is a wild-cat, eh?"

"Malfoy -"

"Ah, ah, ah. It's Draco, remember?" He simpered, "Always Draco." He moved his leg against her and made her lungs inhale sharply. He lustfully moved his fingers down her stomach and to her ass before giving it a good squeeze, causing her to move away from him while accidentally rub against him. Draco automatically grinded back with a hiss of a breath between his teeth. Damn it, he was getting hard. But the goal was to get Granger to pay... Draco completely forgot why he had come here in the first place as he put his hands on her hips to steady her as he stood up. Hermione, shocked and bewildered, wondered for a moment if he was going to let her go, but instead he picked her up and walked over to Potter. Draco then removed Hermione off of him and down to the floor with a toss. "Go ahead Granger. Tell Mr. Potter why you were here tonight."

"W-What are you...?" Hermione started, but Draco already knew.

"You didn't come here to be with Potter tonight, did you? You came to break up with him; that's why you kept insisting that your relationship with him would ruin his friendship with Weasley. Isn't that right?" When Hermione didn't answer he continued. "I find it so hard to believe that Blaise was after you, Weasley was after you, and Potter was after you. But the truth is you're not waiting for any of them tonight, are you Ms. Granger? -So I'll ask you again. Who were you waiting for tonight?"

Hermione, now on her stomach with no shirt, her hands above her head, and Draco's foot pressing into the small of her back, stifled out a, "God, Malfoy, stop it!"

"Go ahead and tell Potter there was someone else." Draco spoke his words very clearly. Everything made sense that Granger truly wasn't waiting for Potter. "Look him in the eyes and tell him." He grabbed up some locks of her hair and forced her head up to Potter's eyes. Draco crouched down beside Hermione and whispered, "Tell him you don't love him. -Here, I'll help you." He wanted nothing more than for Potter to suffer, and this was the best thing he could think of. He removed the spell from Potter and instantly kicked him to the ground, before pointing his wand a safe distance away. "You move you die, Potter. Or maybe I'll be so kind as to get rid of one less mudblood." Harry glared at Malfoy and looked around for his wand, only to find Malfoy had taken it. "So, Hermione, you were saying?"

"M-Malfoy's right Harry." Hermione said painfully, her hands bound together so much that they were near drawing blood, "I did come to break up with you." Her voice wavered with tears when she saw Harry's face.

"You what?" Harry asked, looking from Hermione to Malfoy to Hermione again. "Wh-Who were you waiting for tonight, then?"

Hermione looked up to the Malfoy hovering next to her, smirking an ever so happy smirk. "You." His smirk was whipped instantly away.

Oh my gosh, I am so sorry for the lateness! AND Sorry for the major cliffhanger. Its just that at the rate I was going this was going to be a 10,000 word chapter and that wouldn't have been good. So I cut it up so it reached 3000 here. I promise to update real soon, and I bet a lot of you are wondering, "WHAT IN HELL IS GOING ON?" (lol)

Well, trust me, all will be explained when the next installment comes soon!

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