Draco POV

My whole body still hurt from the unforgivable, but it felt good. In Azkaban I had never had to ask for pain. I felt it constantly. It was something tangible that I could tie to my emotional pain and regret. Now, feeling the crucio still burning in my veins it reminded me of that, of the dementors and the ache of my missing magic. Between that and the brutality with which Theo had dominated my mouth the night before I felt almost okay. I needed more of it, more pain. Any pain that Theo would allow, I would take. When I had made the suggestion of the note to Granger he hadn't dismissed it. Theo knew I needed it and he accepted that about me. As long as it didn't lead to my death, he had no qualms about any other matter. I would let her take out rage on my body. I needed it and apparently, so did she.

"You're sure about this?" Theo asked as we made our way to the headmistresse's office. Although if anyone saw us walking, it would be just me. Theo had inherited his father's invisibility cloak. Upon his release from Azkaban, he had taken the entire Nott estate for his own. I wasn't entirely sure why he felt the need to bring the cloak to Hogwarts. Maybe he was still hoping for some connection to his shite father, but I was glad he had it none the less. We were fairly certain it would work here.

"Positive."

We diverged near the entrance of the stairs and he used a sticking charm to climb the wall into her office as I stood guard outside. Before I could worry too deeply, he emerged, pinching me in the arse to signal his arrival back in the hall. We walked away and when we were well and truly away from the office he pulled the hood off and opened the robe. It laid like a normal cloak again behind him. He twirled Granger's wand in his hand nonchalantly. It was getting late, and good students had long since gone to bed. As a term of our probation we were not permitted to wander the halls at night, but we had been doing it for years. It was basically child's play.

I turned into a hall that would take us through the house elves' stairwell and up into the Astronomy tower. I didn't make it far in the dark before Theo pulled me to a stop by my robe.

"Do you remember bringing Pansy here?" He whispered in the pitch black, as he reached around me to slip a hand under the wool fabric of my sweater. Of course I did. It was just before winter break in 6th year that we had met Pansy in the tight corridor and proceeded to invade her tight corridors. I could feel his hot breath on my neck. His hand roamed across my flat stomach and mixed with the memory of her fingers and nails dragging across my skin.

"She was tight," I muttered, losing myself in the touch of his fingers. Maybe he could break me more if I played my cards right. The pain would be a prelude to what was to come. "Almost as tight as you were that first time, when I fucked you until you were raw."

I had been brutal, burying myself without lube and only a handful of spit. He'd been waiting for me back at the manor the night Dumbledore had died, the night I had failed. I think he had been waiting for me a lot longer than that. Perhaps he would return the favor now. Having him tear me open would be exquisite.

"You never repaid me for that."

Lips on my neck, under the collar of my shirt, became teeth. The bite was enough to make me hiss in pain.

"You could do that to me now," I said, pausing to see if he backed away. He only pressed harder into me, until I was sandwiched between him and the wall. We could barely stand positioned the way we were. "Fuck my tight hole until I rip."

"You're trying to goad me, Malfoy," he said, his voice full of want.

"And it's working," I said, feeling the proof against my backside. Theo was rock hard, so stiff that I could feel him through the layer of fabric that separated us. I was hard too, my dick crushed into the wall. I was aching and it was so unbelievably satisfying.

"You wish."

The pressure on my back disappeared in an instant. Theo was already walking up the stairs when I got a grip on myself. I wanted to shove him to the stairs and fuck him. I would have if I didn't hear him greet someone else.

"You're early," he said. "Of course you are."

I emerged into the large open air of the astronomy tower to see Granger standing at the railing that overlooked the whole of Hogwarts. It was the same railing that Dumbledore had tumbled over. In an instant the image of him was overlapped with an image of her and I took in a sharp breath at the twist in my gut. It shouldn't hurt so badly, imagining her that way. I had seen her at her worse, an inch from death. I had…I stopped that thought before it even had the chance to form- building a barricade around it in my mind made of stone.

She turned to look at us. She wasn't wearing her robes- just a big muggle T-shirt and blue jeans. I took in every inch of her now that there wasn't the distraction of shock- rounded cheeks that had become slightly less round, large teeth that now matched full lips, wild curls that looked almost tamed, breasts that were full. Hidden under the shirt I knew there was a slender waist that led to a slight curve of her hips and where that shirt ended, there were visibly long legs. She'd gotten a few inches taller in my year away from her.

"M-, my-, my wa-, my wand."

My chest cracked as she stumbled over the words. Was she scared? Theo simply twirled the wand in his fingers again.

"Not yet."

"I-, I want-, my wand!"

Definitely not scared. The last word was punctuated with anger. It was clear all over her face, the red was leaking back into her pale cheeks.

I knew that I was supposed to speak then, to beg for forgiveness, but I only found questions forming on my lips. Hermione had never stuttered, never spoken with anything other than pure confidence.

"Why are you stuttering?" Her face turned a brighter red. I tried to dig myself out of the stupid question. "Did someone hurt you?"

I took several steps towards her, wanting to check for myself, a strange kind of rage filling me. It shouldn't bother me, thinking that someone had hurt her, that she was somehow damaged.

"I'll kill them," I said without thought. I would. I would kill anyone who ever laid a finger on her.

It was the wrong thing to say. She didn't need her wand to punch me and I didn't block the blow. Something cracked, my nose probably. I welcomed the blood, the agony. She didn't stop with the one punch. We were no longer 3rd years. No, she tore into me like a woman unleashed.