Author's Note: Holy pickles, I apologize for the wait. I had AWFUL writers block and it totally sucked. I had no idea where to go with the story and I actually got up to 2 or 3 pages and decided I didn't like that storyline. That happened more than once, actually. So anyway I'm sorry I haven't updated in the last decade. I realized I was taking the story too seriously, so I decided to just wing it and do what I thought was the most entertaining to me and hopefully you guys.

It had been a few days since Hermione had told Malfoy to leave her alone… and he had. The Transfiguration project had ended the next day and Hermione was grateful. It would have been incredibly awkward to have been in that situation for a few more days. She had caught him looking at her a few times, but he had never even made an effort to talk to her. Truth be told, she was slightly disappointed. She didn't like admitting it because she knew that it was incredibly stupid, but it was true. No sense in making excuses for yourself in your own brain. The majority of her was actually happy he hadn't spoken to her, but the small part of her that wasn't happy made her feel ashamed. She knew why she felt that way, though. It was because of the fact that a small part of her had hoped that maybe Malfoy was actually that sorry. That maybe he wasn't totally evil. The fact of the matter was that he said the bet was to sleep with her, and he had. But afterwards he didn't just abandon her like she might have thought. Could it be that he still wanted to spend time with her? Maybe, but there was also the possibility that he didn't want her to find out about the bet and tell someone, so he pretended to still be interested in her.

If he had been actually sorry, then he would have kept trying to talk to her, right? Or maybe he just thought that she would never forgive him and so he gave up. Either way, he had stopped talking to her and she should be completely happy. It was for the better, anyway. What had she been thinking at the time? Two star-crossed lovers date secretly and then what? No, she hadn't thought of the long run and now that it was over she realized it would have been nothing but trouble. Even if Malfoy had been serious, people would have been bound to find out and who knows what would have happened.

Hermione hadn't even been paying attention to Ancient Runes. Her mind had been elsewhere for the last few weeks. The bell rang and she got up quickly, throwing her book bag over her shoulder. The other students were rushing out as well, and one of them accidently pushed Hermione. Her bag fell to the floor and the books scattered. Hermione let out a grunt and waited until everyone left and began to pick up her things. When she finished, everyone was long gone, most of them probably down at dinner. She felt her stomach growl and she walked hurriedly down the hall. The only sound in the long corridor was the echoes of her footsteps, but she felt as if someone was watching her. Suddenly she felt something grasp her arm and yank her in a room.

"What the hell?" Hermione exclaimed. She looked up to see, of course, Malfoy. They were in what appeared to be a broom closet and Malfoy stood in front of the door.

Malfoy seemed to have forgotten that randomly pulling someone into a closet was not the norm. "I figure if you won't talk to me freely, I will trap you in my dungeon." He smiled.

Hermione wasn't laughing. How could he be making jokes? "Let me pass" she said angrily, trying to push Malfoy aside so she could get to the door.

Malfoy didn't budge. "Not until you hear me out"

"I'm actually late for some torture, and I really don't want to miss it"

"I see you're not any less angry" Malfoy said quietly. "'Cause I was hoping maybe we could talk"

"No thanks" She felt her anger flare up again and tried to keep calm.

Malfoy closed his eyes in apparent desperation. "Please, Granger." He said, articulating ever syllable.

Hermione knew that she shouldn't talk to him, but she wanted to hear what he had to say. She was also pretty sure he wasn't going to give up. She might as well listen to him. "Fine"

Malfoy smiled slightly and took a deep breath. "I am so sorry, Granger, but it's not what you think. I mean, it is a little bit, but it isn't, you know? The thing that happened—"

"You mean the thing where you had sex with me for a dare so you wouldn't look chicken in front of your friends?" Hermione asked. Her voice was calm but angry.

Malfoy sighed and looked down at the floor. "Yeah. That. It's like, at first, I mean I didn't care. Well, you know, about us. You know, disliking each other… hating, you know. Er, so I didn't really care and then after a while, well not really, but I felt bad and I didn't, I wasn't, you know…"

Hermione watched as Malfoy struggled with his words. "You're not making any sense" she said.

Malfoy stopped talking and looked up at her. "Yeah. I know. What I'm trying to say is that at first, honestly, I didn't care about hurting you. I mean, I actually was kind of… hoping to. And that really shouldn't be news to you, because I hated you and you hated me… well, I'm guessing you hate me now, too, but that's not the point. The point is, is that I wanted to hurt you. But then after a few days it was as if I kind of liked you. You know, because I never even thought of you as… well, a real person before. I mean, I did, but not as someone people could be friends with or anything. And then I realized that I didn't want to see you in pain, you know, and so after, you know, we… well, yeah. After that, I still wanted to see you and hang out with you. And I didn't want to hurt you anymore. I know that sounds really cheesy, but it's true."

Hermione wasn't sure what to say. Part of her thought that he was lying through his teeth. But most of her, to her disdain, believed him. He seemed nervous and she was pretty sure he didn't know how to lie that well. Of course, this didn't really make her any less angry.

Malfoy eyed Hermione. "Granger, I am so, so sorry"

"I don't know how I'm supposed to handle this!" Hermione exclaimed suddenly, wringing her hands. "I mean, I just don't know what to think! Are you lying or are you telling the truth? I shouldn't believe you! You're evil! You're so evil! But I believe you and I don't know why! And how am I supposed to handle that thing on your arm? I can't just ignore it! You're the enemy, Malfoy! I feel like I'm betraying all of my friends by not saying anything! And I don't even know why I haven't said anything! It's like I'm protecting you! And I don't know why because you're a terrible, terrible person! And if they ever find out I don't know what would happen! And… and I just… I don't know what to do! It's too complicated and I just want things to go back to the way they were! Why did you have to do that? You ruined everything!" she cried, tears rolling down her cheek. She wiped them away furiously. She glared at Malfoy for a moment and then slapped him as hard as she could.

"Dammit, Granger!" Malfoy yelled, holding his quickly reddening face. Hermione felt so angry. She pushed him and then began hitting him all over.

"This is all your fault, Malfoy! You ruined everything!"

Malfoy cringed at each hit, but didn't try to defend himself. Hermione stopped, tears rolling down her face. She backed away from him and sank back to the wall, putting her head in her hands. When she looked up, Malfoy was rubbing his arm and looking slightly upset.

"I deserved that" Malfoy said quietly.

"Yeah…" Hermione said. She watched as he leaned again the door and closed his eyes. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You hit surprisingly hard."

"Why is it surprising? Because I'm a girl?"

"You're no girl" Malfoy cracked a smile.

Hermione couldn't help but smile a little bit as well.

Malfoy took a few steps towards her, and since the broom closet was so small that was pretty much crossing it completely. Their faces were only about an inch apart and Hermione felt herself go completely paralyzed. Malfoy brushed her hair away and placed his lips softly on her neck. He then brought his head back up to and looked at her. Hermione knew what was coming. She knew she should stop him, but she felt like she was frozen. His lips touched hers and she felt herself melting under his touch. She knew it was so wrong but she couldn't stop. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.

Malfoy separated from her lips and lifted her shirt off of her. He then kissed her again, his fingers expertly undoing her bra. Hermione felt his hands cup her breasts, his palms brushing again her nipples. She gasped slightly at the feeling and started to unbutton her jeans, kicking them off along with her shoes. Malfoy moved his hands down to her butt and hoisted her up so she straddled him. Hermione felt the stiffness in his jeans and she was flattered that she was able to turn a guy on. She had never really considered herself as a sexual being until a few days ago. Malfoy pushed her against the wall for more support and then unbuttoned his jeans. Hermione felt a strange sensation in her nether regions and pushed herself against Malfoy's hardness, letting out another gasp. She supposed that the feeling had been there the first time they had had sex but she had been so incredibly nervous that she hadn't noticed it.

"Wait" she said breathlessly, pulling away from his lips.

"What?"

"Protection"

"Dammit"

"I know a spell. Can you hand me my wand?"

Malfoy strained his arm down uncomfortably and managed to grab the tip of her wand that was sticking out of her robe on the floor. He handed it to her and she muttered a spell as she flicked the wand.

"Where did you learn that?" Malfoy asked.

"My mum got me a book on safe wizarding sex. But I'd rather not talk about my mum right now" Hermione smiled, kissing Malfoy.

Malfoy's fingers reached down to her panties and pulled them to one side. She felt him at her entrance and she braced herself involuntarily for pain. He slid into her painlessly, however, and she let out a groan. Malfoy mimicked her sound, bracing himself with one hand against the wall. The tiny room was cramped and left little room for adjustment. Malfoy began to thrust, at first awkwardly because of their position. Hermione placed her hand on his neck and closed her eyes. Malfoy stumbled slightly and Hermione laughed at their awkward situation. Hermione's laugh was cut short by a moan that escaped her lips. She grasped onto Malfoy's sweaty back, the friction between his chest and her nipples making the sensation all the better. He picked up his pace, grunting with every thrust and began to kiss and suck on her neck just like before. She sighed in pleasure.

Eventually she began to feel the tightening in the pit of her stomach and let out another moan, thrusting her hips against Malfoy's. She threw her head back and let out a small whimper as she felt her muscles contract.

"Fuck, Granger" Malfoy groaned and she felt him explode inside of her. Malfoy's legs let out and the two hit the ground, panting heavily.

Hermione's breathing steadied and she looked over at Malfoy who was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

"That was…." Hermione trailed off.

"Fucking amazing?" Malfoy smiled, opening his eyes wearily.

"I was going to say a colossal mistake, but yours works too." Hermione surveyed the closet. "We made a mess"

Malfoy scanned the tiny room. "Yeah"

Hermione pulled herself up from the floor and grabbed her bra. "Why did I get almost completely naked and you didn't?" she asked, putting her bra on.

Malfoy laughed.

"Hand me my shirt?"