Hermione awoke hours later, sun shining brightly through the windows. She shielded the bright light with her hands as she slowly opened her eyes. The ceiling looked different, and the material beneath her was fluffy, yet coarse. She began to realize that she was lying on the common room floor instead of her bed. A groan sounded from her throat and she closed her eyes, throwing her arms over them to block the light.

"It's not a good idea to sleep in, Granger." a familiar voice filled the air around her, but she groaned again, noticing that it wasn't the voice she wanted to hear. Her mind began to race as she realized that he wasn't there, the masked man from the night before.

"Go away, Malfoy." She answered in a bitter tone, hoping everything was a bad dream.

"I can't. It's our common room. I have every right to be here, so I suggest you leave. I have a feeling you might want to change your clothes."

"Why would I want to change my clothes?"

"Seeing as how you aren't wearing any…" He said and she could hear the smirk in his voice. She didn't move for a moment and then registered what he had said. She lifted her head slightly and looked down. Her dress was covering her up from her breasts down. She looked around groggily, seeing her mask lying on the floor near her feet, her strapless bra hanging from the arm rest of the couch and her underwear was nowhere to be seen.

"Are you going to leave, Granger, or are you going to try and remember his name?" Malfoys voice got under her skin and she realized that she didn't know who he was. He had never told her his name, she had never seen his face…

Hermione slowly stood up, wrapping the dress firmly around her and walked towards the staircase, trying to recall anything that could've given away who he was. She only knew what he looked like with a mask on.

The stairs didn't go up far, but this morning they did. Her legs ached, as did several muscles and places that had never ached before. She slowly made her way up the last few steps then made a right and opened her door, disregarding the light switch she headed straight for the wardrobe, and grabbed a set of comfortable clothes. She pulled on the baggy t-shirt and sweat pants after she put on her bra and underwear, thinking about whether or not to clean up her mess downstairs before or after her shower. Her decision was made when her face blushed brightly at the thought of Malfoy holding up her strapless bra and laughing. As quickly as she could she ran back down the stairs, cursing under her breath when she realized her head hurt just as much as everything else.

Malfoy was sitting on a stool by the counter, eating a piece of toast when she slowed to a walk in front of him. He smirked at her as he watched her rush to gather her things. A bra here, a shoe there, her mask on the floor.

"So how was it, Granger?" He asked. She turned her head in his direction and glared, making him laugh.

"It's none of your business." She replied, finding her other shoe behind the couch. Her head was pounding into a migraine at this point and her patience was running short.

"He seemed rather smug when he strolled out of here this morning." Malfoy made her stop in her tracks. She turned on her heel, her expression blank.

"You saw him?" She questioned, stepping closer to him.

"Yes, I did." He smirked at her as her eyes widened.

"Who was he?"

"Ah, so you don't know who he was." Malfoy said, making Hermione blush in shame, "Looks like our perfect Mudblood had a one night stand. How…spontaneous."

"Did he say anything?" Hermione's voice was small, embarrassed.

"No, but he left a letter." He reached behind him and picked up a piece of parchment that was folded with 'Head Girl' written in black cursive on the front. Hermione walked over to him and tried to grab it, but he held it behind his back, removing it from her view.

"Give it to me, Malfoy." She glared him down and sighed heavily, her annoyance shining through.

"You have to do something for me first." His smile was wicked and vile, making the thoughts running through Hermione's mind scream at her. She knew she should turn away, but despite her instincts, she held her head high.

"What is it you want?" His smirk widened. He leaned forward, his face beside hers.

"Admit that you're a Mudblood whore." He whispered into her ear. Pain slide down her spine at the words and she shook her head no, "Don't you want to find out who he is?" Malfoy pressed the issue further and Hermione's eyes glistened with tears from hurt and anger, her throat was strained when she spoke.

"I'd rather not know." She replied and then left, leaving Malfoy at the counter silently laughing to himself. The letter was even real. She would beg him for it within twenty-four hours. Her date had seen him earlier and they laughed amongst themselves after he had returned his hair to its natural color. He boasted about how Granger had been a good lay, even inexperienced as she was. Malfoy sat silently as the boy told his story, watched as Granger lay on the floor partially covered up and sleeping. Soon after the boy left, Granger had awoken, and Malfoy watched as her life started to rip apart at the seams.

The bath water filled the tub quickly, bubbles almost overflowing, and the scent of vanilla filled the room. Hermione lowered herself into the water, careful not to scald herself. The lights were dimmed, only a few candles burning, and she relaxed the best she could. So many thoughts were running through her head, she was confused and she didn't like that feeling. How could she have just let that happen? She wasn't drunk, and she wasn't needy, she hadn't even wanted it to happen until it was starting to happen. She didn't even know who he was! She was so angry at herself, at whoever he was, but she couldn't blame him. Only she was at fault. She should have stopped him when she had the chance, but she didn't. The question kept reappearing in her mind. Who was he? Was he someone she should've stayed away from? Was he dangerous or the opposite? She felt so ignorant. So stupid for doing something she normally wouldn't do. Tears slowly began to fall down her cheeks and she couldn't control it. She cried harshly and was soon gasping for air. The heat in the room made her sweat and she felt faint.

Hermione grabbed a towel and slowly stood up, careful not to loose her balance and fall. She dried herself off, careful of all the sore areas, and pulled her clothes back on. She took a moment to stare into the mirror, she noted that her face was red and blotchy, her eyes were bloodshot, and her hair clung to her face, damp with tears and sweat. She hated the image, and wiped her face on the towel in her hands. She glanced back up at the reflection, which still showed and upset girl. She sighed at herself and ten glared. The towel dropped to the floor and she opened the door quickly, finding a pair of comfortable shoes and sliding them on.Hello, and thank you for reading my fanfic. I apologize for only two chapters being available for you, but I have a lot more to type up in a short amount of time. Thank you for reading and I hope you take the time to review.

-Twilight-in-Winter-