Author's note: I've decided to call this chapter "Abhorrence" (for those of you who don't know what that means, it means "extreme hatred" -It's an SAT vocab word, I suggest you remember it lol). Why I've called it that is because, well, Hermione and Draco abhor each other lol.

Chapter One: Abhorrence

Hermione awoke, sweating, stressed out from her night filled with nightmares. She sat up, confused as to why she'd had so many nightmares of Malfoy raping her. Her upper lip throbbed a bit, and it all came flooding back to her, the previous night's events.

Malfoy, stroking her face outside the dormitory.

Malfoy, and that kiss, making her forget who he was for a moment, who she was.

Not being able to protest, thanks to the silencing spell.

Malfoy, taking her clothes off.

Malfoy, pushing her up against the wall.

Being able to talk again, mentioning his father.

Malfoy, stalking to his room. Leaving her alone.

She got up and closed the window curtain. The suns glare was making her headache worse.

As she got dressed she worried about seeing Malfoy out in the common room. Then she remembered that today was a Quidditch match, Slytherin versus Gryffindor, so he was probably already there at the match. That gave her some relief.

After checking his room and the Head Common Room, Hermione was happy that Malfoy wasn't to be found. She opened the dorm door and headed to the Gryffindor dorm, hoping to find Ginny.

She ran into Ginny a few moments later. "Ginny! Oh, thank god, I'm so glad to see you!" She hugged her best friend, not caring that she was probably still mad about last night.

Ginny patted Hermione's back, unsure of this sudden outburst. "Uh, good to see you too. What's going on?"

Hermione opened her mouth to tell Ginny all about Malfoy and the events of the night before when she saw Malfoy standing a few feet behind Ginny, glaring at Hermione, almost daring her to speak of it.

"Uhh..." She looked back at Ginny. "I'm just really sorry about last night. I should've hung out with you. Believe me, I regret not hanging out with you now." She glanced back at Malfoy, sending him a glare.

Ginny nodded slowly and unsurely, like she could believe what she was hearing. She then looked behind her to see what Hermione was staring at. By then, Malfoy had slipped away.

"When does the Quidditch match start?" Hermione asked.

"Uh. It ended like five minutes ago. Slytherin won," Ginny rolled her eyes. She looked down the hall, her eyes brightening when Harry and Ron showed up. Of course she probably could care less that Ron was there. She was happy to see Harry.

"We missed you at the game, Hermione," Ron greeted the girls as they stood next to them.

"Yeah, did you sleep in or something?" Harry saw the spot on Hermione's lip, and wondered what it was. "Oh, Hermione, what's that on your lip?"

Hermione's brain played back the scene where Malfoy pushed her up against the wall, almost grinding himself into her. Her hand flew up to her lip and she rubbed it a bit.

"Oh, that. I must've bitten it in my sleep." Harry frowned, obviously not believing her, but he didn't push it. Hermione wanted to breathe a sigh of relief right then. She knew she wouldn't be able to tell anyone about Malfoy, even though she wanted to so bad. That thought angered her. Why can't I just open my mouth and tell people what that bastard did to me!? Then a thought formed into her head, causing a stricken look to appear on her face. Oh, god, what if he put some sort of spell that prevents me from talking about it? Is that possible? I know everything though! There is no such thing as a spell like that... But the thought didn't comfort her.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" She blinked a few times, noticing that only Harry was there. Ginny and Ron were no where to be found. Harry was frowning still, a brotherly and concerned look on his face. He put his hand on her shoulder and lead her to a quiet hallway. "Please, if something's going on, anything, you'd tell me, right?"

Hermione nodded, angry that she was lying to him. She put a fake smile on, hoping that would convice Harry (and herself) that everything was alright. "Harry, don't worry about me, OK? I'm fine." Lies! her head screamed at her.

Harry nodded, but she could tell he still didn't believe her. Harry wasn't one to push matters, and Hermione knew this. It was one of his better mannerisms, she thought.

"OK, but if something happens, like anything with Malfoy in the Head Common Room, please tell me." He gave her a serious look, and for a minute she thought maybe he knew what had happened the night before.

Don't be silly, he couldn't know. "OK, I will," she reassured him.

"OK. Well, I'm off to lunch now. Are you coming?"

She realized then that she hadn't eaten anything since the night before. And even then, at dinner the night before, she'd only eaten a few bites. After she'd ran into Malfoy when she went to the bathroom, she hadn't had much of an appetite.

But now her stomach was growling, so loudly that Harry heard it too. He laughed and put his arm around her shoulders. "Come on, let's go get you some food."

After she enjoyed a good lunch she decided she'd go back to the dorms and take a nice bubble bath. She figured that it was her dorm too and she shouldn't be avoiding it. A thought struck her, that maybe the reason why Malfoy was acting this way -weird and somewhat perverted- was so that he would scare her off and he'd get the dorm to himself (Probably to screw some mindless ninny, Hermione thought). She was determined not to let that happen. She would act brave around him now, showing that nothing he could do would prevent her from performing her duties as Head Girl. She had worked so hard for this position, so giving it all up because Malfoy was a perv was a silly reason.

She was relieved to find out that the dorm common room was empty. She snuck up to her bedroom, feeling like if she wasn't quiet Malfoy would pop out of the shadows and do a repeat of the night before.

Her bedroom was empty (she made sure that he wasn't in there) much to her relief. She grabbed the clothes that she was to change into and quickly locked herself in the bathroom, first locking her door and then Malfoy's door (they also had to share a bathroom, the bathroom being in between their rooms).

"Thank god he's not here," she mumbled to herself, as she turned on the bathtub and poured about half of the bubble bath bottle into the water. She didn't care that it was an expensive kind, she felt that she deserved a good relaxing bath after all that she'd been through.

Sighing somewhat happily, she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the ground. Next, she slowly shrugged out of her jeans. She paused for a moment, checking her surroundings. She had to make sure Malfoy wasn't in there. Satisfied that he wasn't, she took off her bra and underware, laying them down on top of her pants. She climbed into the bathtub, slipping down under the water and mountain of bubbles.

"Ahh, this is more like it..." she trailed off, closing her eyes.

Malfoy, who had in fac been hiding in the bathroom, using an invincible spell, smiled smugly to himself. He'd just seen the know-it-all naked. Boy that sure didn't take long, he chuckled to himself. Of course, I would've rather undressed her myself. He pondered for a few minutes, trying to decide if he'd mess around with her, either still invincible or showing himself to her. Not yet, he decided. I have to earn her trust somehow... Then, and only then, will I win. He smiled and transported himself into the Head Common Room. He started a fire, even though it was only about three in the afternoon. But since it was winter it was a little chilly.

He was waiting for her on the couch, Hermione saw when she exited the bathroom. It startled her at first, to see him calmly sitting there, staring at her, but in a way, it didn't surprise her. She was just glad that he hadn't been in the bathroom... at least, that she knew of...

"Have a seat, we need to talk about last night. I feel bad about it." He gave her what looked like a genuine apologetic look.

Ok... She hadn't seen that one coming. He feels bad? Well, whatever. Even if he's lying and tries to pull something again, I'll be strong and stand my ground. I am not going to seem like a chicken and go running scared just because he's acting pervertedly. No, I will stay here and match whatever he does to me. The thought scared her but she knew she'd do it if it came down to that.

Hermione frowned at him, still confused, and walked over to the chair that she sat in the night before. The chair triggered a flashback, the one where they shared a kiss. Thinking about that kiss again made her cheeks turn red. She looked towards the fire to quickly clear her thoughts.

She jumped when Draco cleared his throat. "So, uh, first off, I'm not good at apolgies, but I'll try to make this one sound as good as I can."

Hermione glared at him. "Right, you mean you'll try to make it sound as believeable as you can." Malfoys don't apologize, was oddly enough what they were both thinking at that moment.

He shifted around, trying to get comfortable. He knew she'd have a reaction like that. "Whatever. Believe what you want to believe. I guess I won't waste my time then." With that, he stood up and walked into his dorm, leaving a very confused Hermione sitting in the chair still.

After going over what just happened, Hermione sighed, frustrated. I knew he didn't want to apologize to me... Not even a fake apology could be heard coming from a bastard Malfoy like him. Her thoughts traveled to Draco's dad, and she wondered yet again why Draco had blown up when she'd mentioned Lucius. She frowned, thinking thoughts that would almost make it seemed like she was concerned about Draco.

No! I must'nt feel this way towards him! Draco Malfoy is not somebody that deserves my worries, concern or thoughts! She stood up then and walked up to her bedroom, sighing as she closed the door.

"Well, well. Look who decided to show up finally," Draco's voice said from behind her, in her room, startling her and making her shriek and jump.

She turned around and gave him a look of pure hatred. "Get out, Malfoy!" she yelled, really angry that he'd somehow snuck into her room. Of course, he probably went through his side of the bathroom and then through my door.

Draco gave her a smug look. "So, is that how you treat someone that's about to apologize to you?" She opened her mouth to say something but snapped it shut. She didn't like this little game he was playing and she didn't know how to tell him so. "Uh-huh. I thought so. I expected better of you." More smug-y-ness from him.

She sighed again, frustrated. She really wanted to call him out, tell him that she knew his plan. "Be perverse and weird to scare that flithy little mudblood out of the Head Dormitory", she could almost hear him think... She could almost see his smirk too.

Draco crossed his arms, waiting for her to come up with some witty response. It was blantant, after a few seconds of her standing there fuming, that she hadn't thought of anything. Instead, she was shooting him daggers, obviously wanting him to leave her room.

Finally she said something. "So are we just going to stand here all day or are you going to apologize like you claim you are about to? Because I'd really appreciate it if you'd leave my dorm."

He chuckled. "Don't you have any patience, Granger?"

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "Malfoy, I'm not in the mood for playing games. Either apologize or leave!"

Ooh, she's getting fiesty, Draco thought with a smirk.

Hermione saw him smirking and thought, Bugger I hate him so much! He's always smirking and acting smug and macho. She looked around for her wand and saw it laying there on her bed. She glanced at Draco then lunged for her wand.

Draco knew she'd pull the wand out on him sometime, so he had his handy. He pulled it out and pointed it at her, causing her to pause, her fingers inches away from her wand. "Uh-uh. I wouldn't do that if I were you." She straightened up, but he kept his wand pointed at her. "Doesn't set a very good example, you being Head Girl and all."

So it is about being Heads! She completely ignored the fact that he was being contradicting, for he was holding a wand to her, and talking about setting good examples.

She scowled at him. "I know your plan, Malfoy," she spat. She saw that his right eye twitched but the rest of his face remained in that trademark smirk of his. "I know all about it. And I'm not going to let you chase me out of the dorms."

"What are you going on about?" He remained calm on the outside, but on the inside, his thoughts were racing. There's no way she could know about my plan. Though I don't know why she's saying I'm trying to chase her out of the dorms.

Hermione crossed her arms, her facial expression changed from angry to smug. She was actually smug about this! "I'm talking about your plan, how you're being all perverted and weird to chase me out of the dorms because you want the Head Dormitory all for yourself. Probably to screw one of your little clients I'm sure." Oh that's what she thinks? Hah, if only she knew the real reason for my pervish and weird ways...She thinks she such a know-it-all. I guess I'll let her continue to think she is one.

Draco gave her a look like "That's it?" so Hermione took a breath and continued. "Well, I'm not going to let you do that to me, Malfoy. I've earned my spot as Head Girl, and you can't take that away from me."

Draco held his hands up in surrender. "That's right, you've caught me." Hermione's face showed disappointment. She didn't think he'd give in that quick. "That's what I wanted to tell you earlier, out in the common room. I wanted to apologize for acting so... perverted and weird. I was only doing it to see if you could handle it, to see if you really deserved being Head Girl." She gave him a look of expectance. Draco sighed. "Fine, I'm sorry. I apologized. Are you happy now?"

That was way too easy, Hermione thought, her stomach twisting with uneasiness. She looked around her room, shifting her weight to her other foot. Something's still up with him... Could I have been wrong, and he's just agreeing with me so that he can continue his stupid little sick games?

Realizing that he'd done what he said he'd do, Hermione pointed at her bathroom door. "Out," she ordered.

Draco rolled his eyes and left, muttering something under his breath.

After he'd shut the door Hermione rushed over to it and locked it, then locked her bedroom door. Frowning, she sat down on her bed and rubbed her temples. She could feel a headache coming on.

Author's note: I'm already working on the next chapter. I might even submit it today also. Please, please review if you read this story:) I don't care if you want to tell me this story sucks, just review! lol

P.S.- I think I'll try to make every chapter's name an SAT vocab word, and then I'll explain what it means and why I chose it. How does that sound? lol