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Chapter Four

Free Fallin'

The sun shone brightly the next morning. Hermione did not find it to help her mood. She found it to be mocking and it only made her mood more dismal. Draco had gotten up early the next morning, so when Hermione got out of bed, she had the dorm to herself. She showered quickly and magicked her hair dry. She was still refusing to look at herself in the mirror.

She was quiet at breakfast. Ron took little notice of this, as he usually does when he is presented with delicious food to distract him from anything short of a full-scale Death Eater attack on the castle.

Harry, on the other hand, was much more observant. He noticed Hermione would not look up from her plate. She merely uttered a 'yes' or a 'no' whenever a question was directed at her. After breakfast, Harry cornered Hermione in the corridor.

"'Mione, what's going on with you?" Harry asked in a hushed voice.

"Nothing is going on Harry. I'm just tired, that's all." She said softly. Her voice was weak but it sounded more defeated than exhausted. Just then a group of Slytherins walked past, Malfoy included. Hermione turned her head pointedly to avoid Malfoy's gaze. Harry noticed.

"What happened between you and Malfoy last night?" Harry asked cautiously. Hermione's face became tinted with red.

"We just had a row, is all." Hermione said softly. Harry decided not to press the matter and pulled Hermione into a hug.

"It'll be okay 'Mione. We're still here for you." Harry whispered into here ear.

"Oi! Hands off!" A voice called from behind them. Harry let go and spun around to face a smirk plastered to the face that had called them.

"So sorry, but you see, I'm running away with Hermione now." Harry joked.

"I'll be damned if you do." Harry walked over to the person cajoling them. He stared deep into the blue eyes before bursting out in laughter.

"Forgive me, Ginny. I know not what came over me." Harry laughed. Hermione smiled a bit and Ginny laughed along with Harry. He bent down and kissed Ginny softly.

"Most girls would be insanely jealous of that, but I am not. Be lucky, Harry." Ginny said as she and Harry and Hermione made their way towards their classes. Harry and Ginny walked hand in hand out of the corridor. The parted ways at the main staircase. Harry planted a small kiss on Ginny's lips before he and Hermione made their way up the stairs towards Transfiguration.

Hermione was silent throughout their trek. She was wrapped up in her thoughts ad she wish she wasn't. They were not pleasant thoughts. She saw the way Harry and Ginny acted around each other. They flirted and bantered. They made snide little comments at each other but it was all fun and games. One of them would pretend to be mad and the other would kiss them to make it all better.

She would never have that with Draco.

Sure, they bickered in the Head Dorm. But the main objective was not to tease so that the end result would be a kiss and make up. They bickered to bring the other person down. It was cold, not affectionate. It was mean and rude and low.

Hermione wanted what Harry and Ginny had.

She wanted to be in love.

Draco went through his classes that day much like any other day. His usual triumphant smirk seemed to be a bit broader that morning, but no one really took notice. If they had, they might have noticed a strange look in his eyes. It wasn't love. There was no way he would ever allow himself to fall in love with a muggle-born. His eyes didn't twinkle like ice that day. They had warmed up ever so slightly. It was due to his new object of lust, not love. Draco Malfoy didn't love anyone.

Draco Malfoy couldn't love anyone.

Hermione skipped dinner that night. She wasn't hungry. Instead of going back to the Head Dorm where she was sure to run into Draco, she went to the Library where she could always feel safe.

She curled up in one of the armchairs in the back of the Library. She pulled her school robes tightly around her body and before she knew it, she was asleep.

Once more her dreams plagued her.

She couldn't get the images out of her head of her night with Draco the day before. The way he touched her, the feeling of his hands on her skin as he peeled her clothes from her body. She remembered how her hands had shaken so much as she pulled his sweater over his head. They shook from nerves and from the inexplicable passion that radiated from her veins. Draco had wrapped his hand in her caramel locks as he forcefully pressed his lips to hers. She liked it when he would roughly kiss her or grab her. She had always been treated like a porcelain doll. So prim and proper and perfect and delicate. Draco hadn't treated her like that. He treated her like an object. It was so drastically different from what she was used to that she liked it. She liked being treated like a human and not a glass figurine. Draco hadn't been too rough with her. He was gentle in the parts he needed to be and rough just where Hermione enjoyed it the most. He truly was skilled in his art of pleasuring a woman.

Hermione was shaken awake by the Librarian, Madam Pince at nearly ten that night.

"Miss Granger, it's time for you to leave now." She said gently. Usually Madam Pince didn't like people staying late in her Library, but she always had a soft spot for Hermione. Hermione sat up in the chair and nodded to the Librarian. She got up and made her way back to the Head's Dorm. Head's were allowed to stay out later than most students due to the duties at hand. When Hermione arrived in the Head's Dorm, the Common Room was empty and Draco's door was closed.

Hermione pictured him lying in bed with nothing on but a pair of boxers and a wave of passion swept over her again. She wanted to feel his smooth hands against her skin once more, as much as she hated it.

Hermione raised her hand to knock on the door. She knocked once then thought better of it and turned away. She stopped suddenly when a voice called to her from the inside of the room.

"Come in." Draco called to her. She turned back around and opened the door. Draco was propped up on a pillow with a book in his hands. He was laying on top of the sheets with only his boxers on, just as Hermione had pictured. The fire roaring in the fireplace cast dim light around the room, apparently enough for Draco to read by. He looked at Hermione curiously. "Can I help you with something?" Draco asked simply.

Hermione said nothing, merely hung her head slightly.

"Would you care for a repeat of last night?" Draco asked curiously. Hermione nodded slightly. A look of shock flashed across Draco's features but he quickly covered them back up.

He set his book down on the table and walked over to Hermione. He grabbed her face and pressed his lips to hers roughly. Her hands wound around behind his neck as she clung to him. He slid his arms inside her robe and pushed the offending material from her shoulders. His hands smoothly slipped under her sweater and pulled it off in one swift movement. His lips only left hers for a brief period of time when he pulled her sweater over her head. His lips found a new place on her neck as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Hermione could do nothing but get caught up in the game of lust. She didn't notice that they were already on his bed, him pulling off the last of her clothing items. She reveled in the feeling of his hands sliding across her body as he took her as his own once more.

She pretended not to notice she was caught up in the race.

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