Sorry it took me so long to update! I fell off of a dry waterfall and knocked my pinky out of joint, hurt my arm, head, and foot. I'm fine now! It was a beautiful waterfall place.. I climbed it up about half a mile to a mile or so.

Hope you like this update, and more to come soon.

P.S. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEX. WARNING.

"Me?" He asked. "M-Me?"

"I think I'm going to be sick." Said Harry, closing his eyes. "Hermione, how could you?"

"Harry, let me explain-"

"You ARE a backstabber, just like Ron said." Harry shook his head. He then turned to Malfoy. "And I suppose you knew about none of this?"

"Oh shut up, Potter, I've got a headache." Draco sighed, but Harry took this opportunity to dive for Malfoy's legs, sending him toppling over to the floor. Draco landed hard on his side, and was sure he had broken something as Potter tried to strip him of his wand. Draco instantly kicked Potter where it hurt the most for a man. Harry, in return, grabbed Draco's neck and tried desperately to strangle him.

"HARRY! MALFOY!" Hermione screamed, sitting up from her old position, "STOP IT!"

"Not until he's purple." Harry growled, desperately choking Malfoy for all he was worth. "Just like my Uncle Vernon." Draco was losing air supply fast, his arms flailing around yet couldn't get a good grip around anything.

"Sorry, Harry." Hermione said, before whacking Harry in the back of the head with her bound hands, sending him to the floor unconscious. Draco could feel the air rushing back into his lungs and he coughed a grateful breath. He stared up at the half naked Hermione and gave a shocked expression. "The truth is Malfoy," She said, pressing her foot into his chest, "You're such a prick."

"Yeah? Tell me something I didn't know." Draco then spontaneously grabbed her legs and flipped her on her back. They both lay there, Malfoy on top of Granger, for several minutes. Finally Draco said, "You knocked Potter out."

"I did..." Hermione's chest was heaving up and down.

"After what I almost did to you?"

"I suppose so."

"But... why?"

Hermione stared into Draco's eyes before answering. "He was choking you."

"Granger... enough with the sentimental mumbo jumbo -lets cut to the part where you said you were waiting for me." Draco's mind was swarming. Waiting for him? Did that mean that Granger could have possibly known the Draco from the future was coming? -It suddenly clicked in his mind. She was waiting for the Draco who was going to take a bath in the Prefects Bathroom to go on his date with Pansy; AKA The Old Draco. But why? He didn't recall meeting Granger that night prior to the rape, and he most certainly didn't recall PLANNING to meet Granger...

Hermione remained silent until she felt it necessary, and she felt it necessary when Draco was putting most of his weight on her. "Yes, I waited for you." She said flatly.

"Any particular reason?" Draco asked nonchalantly. Hermione looked away from his eyes but he pushed her chin towards him and steadied her eyes upon him. "Granger, I haven't got all night." He really didn't; he had about thirty more minutes left until this potion was to wear off, and he didn't want to waste any more time.

"But you had all night when you were torturing me and teasing me, right?" Hermione sneered suddenly, shoving him off of her and sitting up. "You sure didn't seem to mind to tease me about my hair all day, or send me rude letters at night, now did you?" Her eyes beamed with a hateful vengeance like Draco had never seen. It almost seemed like she had been holding this in for years... perhaps she had. "It sure didn't bother you when you sent me 'I wish you would just die' parchments that only I could see, now did it? Or the time you replaced all my quills with sugar ones so I couldn't write, OR even the time you locked me out of Hogwarts in the rain four weeks ago! And you sure had time to rub it in my face that Pansy Parkinson was thinner than me. By then you had ALL the time in the world. What makes tonight so special?" Draco looked taken aback for a moment. He had forgotten all of the things he had done several weeks before to Granger. Why had he done all those things? Looking back on it, he found it slightly pointless. It never did do anything to rid the muggle born population.

"That's all in the past." He said plainly. "Simple logic." He sat back on his arse, contemplating something more intelligent to say.

"Simple logic?" Hermione asked. "Is that how you have to explain yourself? You almost-" She cut herself off and bit her lip, refusing to say what went through her mind. Draco already knew, though.

"Go ahead. Say it." He challenged. "I almost fucked you up."

"I would have said it a little more discretely." Hermione whispered scornfully. "But yes. So simple logic is your way of excusing yourself for your anger issues? For almost raping me? For almost killing me?"

"Please," Draco scoffed, "If I had wanted to kill you, I would have already." Hermione opened her mouth, then shut it. They both looked at each other, observing one anothers bruises, before Draco said, "And you still didn't answer a question of mine for the second time tonight." Hermione's brown eyes averted to him.

"What question?"

"The one about what you were waiting for me for in the first place."

"Oh."

"Well...?"

Hermione cleared her throat a little. "For your information I came to tell you that I was resigning from the Head Girl position." When Draco didn't answer she went on. " You've tortured me so much I figured that all the death threats and whatnot weren't worth it. Besides, Harry needs me to help him search for Voldemort's Horcruxes... I don't have time to do my duties... even though I loved the unrestricted access to the library... The fact is that I would have been able to carry on my duties if it weren't for you." She smirked mockingly. "So I thought I'd personally deliver the good news for you, before you had time to spit it in my face in front of everyone tomorrow. -And then I find out you're in the bathroom already -stalking."

"I was not--- Hold on." Draco narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "How did you know I was supposed to be here tonight? I never told you-"

"-Pansy." Hermione finished. "She was all too pleased to gloat that she was going to bed you this evening."

"You're one twisted mudblood." Draco smirked. "But you're one bad liar as well."

"Excuse me!" Hermione shouted. "Every single bit of that was true!"

"But you left out one small little detail, Ms. Granger," He went on, "You love me." She blinked at him before bursting out into giggles. "What the bloody Hell is so funny?"

"I... LOVE YOU? Aha! That's rich, Malfoy. I didn't know you could lay it on so thick." She covered her mouth with giggles. "I don't l-aha-love you! I mean-"

"-Who in their right mind could, right?" Draco finished her. "However, there is one even smaller detail you so easily overlook."

"Oh, and what is that?"

"You kissed back." This sentence knocked Hermione's smile flat off her face and caused her to shudder. "And you know you did." They sized up one another as if to look for a vulnerable spot, and Draco enjoyed every moment of it. Her eyes boring into his was a perfect reward. "Additionally, you probably want to kiss me again, in some sick twisted way."

"I'm in no way sick or twisted." Hermione stated bluntly. Draco smirked wider.

"Perhaps, but you see Ms. Granger, that in truth we are all sick and twisted. Our images appear spotlessly clean, like yours, or grimly Slytherinish, like mine, but in reality we're the same. Inside every lion is a cold snake waiting for a way to escape her image -and inside every snake is something more than what you see on the surface, namely a lion. The only difference between the lion and the snake is that the snake embraces his sick and twisted ways, therefore making him less vulnerable when the time comes to show his true colors."

"And what do the true colors signify?"

"Ardor." He said. "Simple Ardor. Simple logic." He gazed into her eyes with a slight completion at these words. "And I'm sure even you understand that simple logic, Ms. Granger." He stood up and offered a hand out to her. "Don't fuck up my day." She eyed his hand only a moment before taking it. He hoisted her up, set her on her own two feet, and smirked. "Oh, and by the way? Never trust a snake." He slammed her body up against the nearest wall, her face pressed against the stones. "We lie easily."

"Draco Malfoy!" Hermione yelled. "If you don't let me go right now-!"

"-You're going to what? Spank me? I find that rather a turn on." Draco leaned in and pressed his entire body into hers, so that her body molded into the stone wall. "Go ahead, turn me over your knee. I'm sure that's what you did to Potter and Weasley anyways when they didn't get their homework done, right?" He ran a cool hand up her leg and to the button of her pants. "Don't worry, Granger, you're going to enjoy this." Even as she struggled to escape, he had the upper hand when he unbuttoned her pants and slipped them down to her ankles, so that she was only in her knickers. Magnify humiliated by one thousand and you'd feel exactly like Hermione.

"M-Malfoy, you don't w-want to do this." She whimpered.

"And why not?" He hissed in her ear, traveling his fingers over her navel and made its way up her creamy stomach. ""Give me one reason."

"B-Because... Because I did wait for you tonight. -I did wait for you to tell you how I felt."

"And what did you feel?" His fingers traced the nipple of her left breast through her bra. "What did you feel, Granger?"

"I.. don't know what I felt."

"I do." He said. "Simple, unadulterated lust. Too bad that's not the feeling I have for you. Sometimes you make me so mad..." With a slight movement of his other hand he removed her bra as quick as lightning and left it as it fell to the floor. Silenced echoed the room.

"I loathe you." She whispered as he slid her undergarments down her thighs and to the floor as well. Her body quivered with fear and a reckless feeling of something else. Something that shouldn't have been there in her opinion. Her body turned red with embarrassment, and it was the icing on the cake. Draco felt the power he had on her, corrupting with her emotions. She heard the sound of a zipper and something else; pants falling to the floor. Silk boxers as well. He wanted to take her; make her his own once and for all, and show anyone and everyone that Hermione Granger, past, present, or future was his.

Plain. And. Simple.

"Love you too, sweetheart." He seethed in her ear, before grabbing her hips, spinning her to face him, and taking the last of her innocence. He rolled into her like a hand to a glove, smooth and slick. Because Draco went so fast inside of her Hermione, her hands still bound together in front of her, shrieked in unimaginable pain. It was the very last thing she had of innocence left in her, and he had stolen it with one simple movement, and one simple guilty pleasure. It was perfect.

Tears fell down her soft puffy eyes, down her cheeks, and to her chin, where he licked them off as he moved out of her, causing a painful gasp and whimper from her paling lips. He knew he was sinning in the highest degree -taking a girl without her consent, but was he really? He moved slowly back into her, torturing her, ravishing the shrill heat and intensity of her body. She whimpered, trying not to show the pain and hurt in her eyes, closing her eyelids to hide. But he wouldn't let her. He bit down on her neck, leaving a hickey deep and red. "Cry for me, Granger. I want to hear it."

She gasped, but it wasn't the normal gasp of a pained and troubled girl. He could tell; it was a little bit of felicity. "Come now, I want to hear the shrieks, Hermione." He slipped out of her, wondering how he could move so easily through her if she wasn't the least bit sexually stimulated. Perhaps she was. "The pain... the suffering..." When he entered her this time she bit her lower lip while biting back something else. "The unmistakable agony. -Unless that's not what you feel." He rolled his hips and a sweat bead fell off her forehead. "No... you feel something else, don't you?"

Her body shaking, she opened her eyes and silently both of her hands, wrists bound, touched either side of his face. They looked at each other for only a slight moment before kissing one another roughly, grinding their hips together. Her back scraped against the stone wall, making her skin raw and red. He grabbed her legs and pulled them up off the floor, around his waist, so that the only thing holding her up was Draco's arms and the cold wall against her bare back. Save for the bubbles of all the taps behind them, the only noises in the giant lavatory were Draco and Hermione, moaning and gasping as they went at it, faster and rougher with each passing moment. He grunted out a breath; she writhed in ecstasy.

When he rolled his hips one more time he made himself not come -he wanted her to first. Usually, when one has sex they don't think, but thoughts ran through his head faster than a speeding spell. He wanted to give her more painful pleasure, wanted the feeling to last forever. Ultimately her eyes closed as she was sent over the physical edge, feeling the release, giving out one last soft cry. Her head rested against his chest, hair plastered against her skin by sweat. This image finally let him feel the same real ease, and he came as well. He buried his head in her shoulder, gasping for oxygen. "Shit... God." He panted out at last.

Though it hadn't lasted long, it was the most intense sex Draco had ever had in his life.

The clock on the wall above the taps read 9:30. Draco had six minutes before he would be sent back, and he still hadn't caught the rapist. -Oh shit, he realized. Oh bloody Hell.

"I have to go." He said quickly, moving out of her and letting her slide to the floor. "I have to get out of here before-" He could hear Potter start to move. "-Oh shit, oh shit..."

"Ma-Malfoy?" Hermione asked, standing up and trying to cover up her body as best she could with her hands. "What are you g-going on about?" Draco looked up midway from picking up his clothes and took in several deep breaths.

"I just -and you just -and we just... oh shit." He slipped on his boxers and pants all at once, hopping up and down to get in them and then buttoned them up. "It was me."

"Excuse me?" She asked timidly, but didn't get an answer. He gathered his shirt off the floor and threw it over his head in a hurry. "Malfoy? Draco?"

"Shit." Nothing made any sense. Draco looked to the waking Potter on the floor and glided over to him before kicking him and knocking him out again. Hermione screamed.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm making sure I don't figure out it was me!" He said, and though it didn't make sense to her, it made perfect logic to him. He went to pick up his invisibility cloak but Hermione grabbed his arm.

"Where are you going?"

"Let me go, Hermione." He hissed, grabbing her arm in return. They were mere feet away from the taps and the bubbling pools. "I mean it."

"But what are you doing?" She asked more urgently. "What's going on?"

"Its none of your business." Draco snapped, and peeled her hand off of him. She defiantly grabbed his arm back and he shrugged her off. This time she grabbed his hand and grasped it firmly. He moved to pull away, and when he did the ring cut into his finger and fell off, rolling into the pool. A small crimson droplet fell to the floor. He looked up at her and said, "Hermione, let go or I'm going to hurt you."

"Try it." She challenged.

"I don't want to." He said hotly, "But if you insist." He pushed her into the pool of water. "You'll be fine, I'll rescue you later." Draco ran over and grabbed up his invisibility cloak, hoisted a groggy Potter up, and pulled the cloak around them just as he heard footsteps enter the bathroom. Potter almost said something but Draco put his hand over Potter's mouth and shoved past the old Draco, and out of the bathroom. When he got out he locked the door and uncloaked himself. "Shit." Not thinking, he put the invisibility cloak over Potter's almost unconscious body and checked the time. Ten seconds.

This had to be a mistake. Nine seconds. There was no way. Eight seconds. Could it be? Seven seconds. How could it? Six. But they lost their memory! Five. He hadn't put a memory charm on them. Four. Then how? Three. A side effect of the potion? Two. That had to be it. One.

Draco was sent hurtling back into his own time, back into the same hallway, back into his life.

All this time, the rapist was himself. He was like a cat looking in a mirror wondering who could be the ugly brute on the other side. But it hadn't been rape... had it?

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