((Haven't written in forever, somehow I lost myself and this story, so bare with me I completely forgot where I was going with it))

She had apparated them to just outside the room, but it was only so long until they could be traced. "Enervate." She whispered slowly. In those few moments she was suddenly aware that all of this could have been a ploy for him to get free. He could easily turn on her and kill her. The fear was evident in her eyes and he chuckled a little, feeling the calming sensation of his strength returning to him.

And then his wand was out, pointing to her face. She squeaked and shut her eyes, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it. "Afraid?" He breathed into her ear. She began to shiver slightly as his arm wrapped around her back and pulled her into his warm body. "Don't be. I owe you, although I can't say your friends will be safe if they come across me."

Hermione was sure it was the other way around. If there was one thing she knew about Harry, it was that he would do anything for a friend whom he thought was in danger. Even if it meant killing someone. And Ron, well, he was capable of anything when he went into his fits of blind rage.

"We need to get a move on." He interrupted her thoughts and reality hit her like a bucket of cold water. Hermione listed all the ways she was betraying her friends as she felt the sickening whirl of her stomach from their apparition. One, I lied and allowed Harry to make a fool of himself. Two, I acted like some sort of animal in heat with an enemy. Three, I freed said enemy and lied once again to my best friends and allowed them to think I'm in danger when clearly I am not. Wait, am I?

"First, we'll need disguises." Malfoy was quick to catch her as she stumbled. That apparition had taken long. Where were they? "And we'll need to find different wands." They were inside of an empty bathroom stall in who knows where. The toilet was absolutely filthy, and so was the white tile floor. She wanted to gag. "We'll need to destroy our wands and leave no trace of ourselves, it'll only be so long before they can trace us."

Hermione became unsure suddenly. He pointed his wand at her and she allowed it, heart pounding in fear once again. As he whispered quietly she felt her hair grow longer and straighten itself, her face contort and her bones grow taller. Then he pointed the wand at himself and she watched him change before her eyes. His hair became darker and curly, his body became thicker, tanner, his eyes were a dark green. He was still gorgeous despite the way his cheekbones were much more prominent and his chin was less pointed.

"Hand me your wand." He commanded, and she found herself reaching into her pocket- now in jeans she wasn't wearing before. She watched him destroy it and throw it into the toilet, feeling as though she had just sold her soul to Voldemort. Then he was whispering once again, tons of concentration on his newly sculpted face. She watched as two completely different wands shaped themselves in front of their eyes.

"How did you…?" She whispered, unsure that any of this was real. She feared she could wake up at any moment to Ron confessing his love to her, just before Harry showing up with Malfoy. Would she do it differently if the chance arose? She wasn't completely sure, but somehow she felt deep in her heart that she probably would.

"Good old dad…" He trailed off.

Then he was destroying his wand and throwing its remains in the toilet. Flushing it, he turned to her and said, "want to take a look at yourself? I fancy I did quite a good job Ginger." Catching on, she unlatched the door and stepped out of the stall, fixing herself up in a huff. Malfoy followed after, smirking at the obvious muggles who were looking at the two with disgust. She looked into the mirror, marveling at her new appearance. Her hair was long and straight and dark red. Her eyes were a light blue and her skin was slightly tan, with freckles dusted across her cheeks and nose. Her face was much rounder, but still pretty. She was much bustier, she noticed with some amusement.

"Well darling we must get going or we'll miss our flight." He cooed, stroking her hair. "We don't want to be late to our own honeymoon." She smiled, heart fluttering in complete happiness. "One thing though.." He trailed off, turning to the curious muggles surrounding them. Some words were whispered, and Draco Malfoy stepped out of the public restrooms along with Hermione Granger with much more money than they had gone in with.

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"Oh, I wish Hermione were here to help us!" Harry muttered in frustration. "This spell keeps telling me that they're somewhere in the gutter system of the airport. It just doesn't make sense." He realized how ridiculous he sounded. Ron patted his back in support.

"Well then mate, let's head down there. We owe it to poor Hermione." The redhead said adamantly, convinced that every moment they spent sitting there moping or trying to modify the spell was just another moment wasted. He couldn't wait to get his hands around Malfoy's throat. He wouldn't stop until the blond git was dead, that he was sure of. How dare he lay even a finger on his beautiful Hermione. Ron just couldn't fathom it, and slowly he slipped further and further into a fit of awful rage.

Harry nodded to his friend, aware of how dangerous he was becoming. At this point nothing mattered to him more than getting Hermione back. He would do whatever it takes, even if it landed him in Askaban. He just couldn't forgive himself. He could no longer show his face to Dumbledore again, and that just made him even angrier. He almost pitied Malfoy for a second, but at this moment, he realized, he was incapable of such a thing.

So without letting anyone know of their intentions, the two teenaged boys headed out to save their best friend. They chose to do this alone, although they had no idea that there was a search team being put together by Dumbledore to find all four of the teenagers who were now considered missing.

They immediately apparated to the exact location of the wands only to find bits and pieces scattered around in the muck. Of course, this only made our misguided heroes even angrier.

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Hermione watched in amazement as Malfoy charmed his way onto a flight to America with first class seats, playing the love struck husband with his gorgeous wife. All she had to do was smile and look hopeful, while he did all the talking and kept an arm around her, stroking her arm casually and sneaking kisses to her cheek here and there. The woman behind the counter immediately became infatuated with their newlywed love and pulled some strings for them.

Now they were living the life in first class, enjoying a trip to Florida. Why he had chosen Florida, she had no idea but was ok with just trusting him. She was also very surprised at how easily he had been able to blend in with muggles, and how much of a good actor he was. He didn't cease to surprise her, and Hermione was suddenly flooded with thoughts she didn't know she could think since her ex boyfriend what's his face.

It didn't even matter to her anymore, she could barely remember his name. What was still palpable in her memory though was the most horrible night of her life, the night he had tried to force himself on her, the night she had been forced to break it off with her first true love. Tears were threatening to spill at the memory of it, and at that moment she felt Malfoy squeeze her hand a little. She looked up at him and he smiled devilishly. All thoughts of what's his face were vanished from her mind.

They arrived in Florida and he called for a taxi. No one seemed to notice when they walked out without any luggage, and the taxi driver certainly paid them no mind when Malfoy hopped in with his wife and told him exactly where they wanted to go.

Hermione was astounded by the beauty of the hotel and stood staring as Malfoy paid the driver. He pulled on her hand and they entered it, her face still showing the shock of it all. Hermione had never been to any place as extravagant as this. The walls were lined with mirrors and crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, art was displayed in statues and sculptures in almost every corner. The Carpet was a lush velvety red, with crème furniture scattered here and there. She felt she honestly didn't deserve it, and that ugly seed of guilt began to germinate within her heart. She felt that this guilt would lead to her demise.

"Welcome." An elderly man stood behind the welcome desk and smiled genuinely at them. He was slightly plump with a hunch to his back. His hair was white and stringy, and he combed in to the side in hopes of covering up the area where he was balding.

"Hiya, me and the lady here are looking to rent out the honeymoon suite, it is, after all, our honeymoon." Malfoy flashed a charming smile and the old man nodded happily.

"You're in luck." He smiled, feeling accomplished. "We've got just the perfect room for you." Hermione stared into the mirror behind him as Malfoy paid for their new room. Inside that mirror was someone completely different, and for a moment she could pretend it wasn't her who had gone insane and decided to completely betray her two best friends.

Nonetheless she flashed Malfoy a smile and the two made their way to the fancy expensive room neither of them deserved. The moment the two of them were completely alone she felt her body contort back to the way it was before and watched his do the same. "I'm completely and utterly insane." She breathed, still unsure if this was really worth it.

"As am I." He responded, moving toward her. She felt her heart begin to do its betraying pounding. He was backing her up and before she knew it her back was up against the wall and she was looking into his intense grey orbs. She was suddenly reminded of his weakened body hanging from the shackles just the day before. Why did that seem so far away?

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And then his lips were against hers and his body pressed her even further into the wall. She let out a gasp and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Both began to moan as her tongue met his in a frenzy of passion. She could feel his erection press against her and she arched her back in pleasure, hands roaming underneath his shirt. His hands pushed her even farther into the wall if that was possible, and began to crawl up her shirt to massage her breasts.

She pushed him back suddenly and led him to the bed, mouths still connected and hands still roaming underneath each other's shirts. He shoved her down hard, removing her shirt as he went. Then went the bra, and he began to suck and lick at her nipples. She moaned and arched her back, pulling on his hair. She had never felt this way before. He stared down on her beautiful body, marveling at her smooth stomach and supple breasts.

Then his hands were on her jeans and it was as if an alarm went off in her head and she sat straight up, feeling the tears threatening to spill. "Relax, Granger." He said calmly, removing his own shirt. "We're not gonna go all the way." Still unsure, she laid back down and allowed him to unbutton her jeans as he kissed and licked at her exposed flesh. He began to kiss her over her panties and she cried out from the heat of it, it just felt so good. Before she knew it the panties were off and his tongue was licking her womanhood in a way that made her body thrust against him as she held onto the sheets.

His finger made its way to her mouth and she sucked compliantly, too absorbed in what she was feeling to notice the implication of his wet finger as it made its way down her body and to her opening. For a second it hurt, and he told her to relax. She tried and it felt ok mixed in with the pleasure from his licking, and then it felt intensely amazing. Before she knew it another finger was added to the mix and her body was writhing with multiple orgasms. He let her thrust against his mouth and fingers until the orgasm subsided. She lay in a sweaty heap with a huge smile on her face.

He smiled too and stood up for a second, wiping at the saliva and other juices around his mouth. "Did you enjoy that?" He asked innocently.

"I've never felt anything like that before…" She breathed. His smile grew wider, but there was no cockiness in it. Who knew Malfoy would be generous in bed, she pondered to herself. She had to pay him back somehow. "Now lay down." She commanded.

Malfoy chuckled, but complied. "You don't have to do anything in return if you don't want too." He told her seriously, looking into her eyes as if he knew all about her past and what she had suffered with what's his face. She swallowed, knowing full well she would be paying him back. Besides, she was an expert at it, what's his face used to ask for it all the time, and it kept him off her back about sex for quite some time.

She began to kiss him, and holding his hair down she moved to his neck, thrusting her naked hips against his jean clad erection and kissing down his chest to his pant button. He moaned despite himself and grit his teeth as she unbuttoned his pants. He was surprised, maybe she wasn't as inexperienced as he thought. When the pants were off, she rubbed her hand over his boxers until he was completely hard and thrusting into it. She was amazed at his size, and realized maybe he had a reason for being so cocky. Then the boxers were down in an instant and her warm tight mouth was wrapped around his cock. He cried out from the intensity of it and couldn't help but look down at her bobbing head. Her tongue was doing things to him no other woman had, and he was ashamed to admit that he came much faster then he ever had before.

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Hermione swallowed his shame and rose up with a very sore jaw, surprised she was able to fully take him in, and also amazed at how long he had lasted. He put what's his face to shame. She smiled at him as he lay catching his breath. The room was beautifully decorated, with lush red carpet, crème furniture and a beautiful king sized bed laden with silk sheets that they had just messed up completely. She sat up looking down at him for quite some time and he laid his arm out for her to lay on. She complied and turned to face him.

Her eyes roamed his toned alabaster body and then back to his eyes, which were lighter now for some reason. He looked content, and his hand traced lazy circles on the silk sheets. "Malfoy…" She began, swallowing the lmp in her throat. He responded with a lazy grunt. "We should talk about what just happened…" Her heart was pounding that awful loud pound and she looked at him desperately. Malfoy swallowed and opened his mouth to speak.

"What is there to talk about Granger? It's just good fun, right?" He shut his eyes, unaware of the pain that became evident in hers. He was tired, and that had felt amazingly good. The best part was he hadn't even expected anything from her. Many a girl had cried from not being able to make him cum with their mouths, and yet Granger had surprisingly been able to make him do it, and fast, at that.

"Yeah, good fun." It was so hard to say that. No man had ever made Hermione feel this way before. She rolled away from his sleepy form, upset at his arm which he had decided to throw around her body and pull her into him with in his sleep. The tears fell silently and she pretended he wanted to be with her as much as she suddenly felt she wanted to be with him.

((Okay so this was just a transition paper, I know exactly where I'm going with this so I should be back into the swing of things and finish this story. Haven't written in two years, so cut me some slack. Please review!))