I'm sorry for being late with the update guys! I fell asleep yesterday and it completely slipped my mind. This chapter is nothing but sexual, so again, if this kind of stuff offends you, please REFRAIN from reading. In the last chapter, I'll explain why Hermione marries Ron. I might have to write a 16th chapter, eventhough it's not what I intended to do. Tell me what you think, and Thanks for reading!

"I saw the way you were getting cozy with the weasel at dinner."

"That's none of your concern Malfoy."

With a few long strides, he was standing directly before her; his imposing stature lurching over her own. She swallowed hard; a non-existent lump caught in her throat. The Slitheryn leaned in, his face inches from her ear.

"Oh, but it is you see. Ever since I fucked you, you are mine. Only mine."

Chills ran up her spine as his breath tickled her ear lobe.

"You don't own me," she hissed. "No one does."

Without warning he grabbed her tresses in a bunch, jerking her head back painfully.

"Perhaps I'll have to show you then."

He bit down onto the tender flesh of her throat, leaving a vicious red mark in its wake. She screamed out in agony. Damn him. His eyes shined in the light. An animalistic instinct taking over his body, ushering away the self-control. She pulled at his silver locks in return, bringing him down in a desperate kiss. The need was great. The need to expel the anger, the jealousy, the lust.

"Eager aren't we Granger?" He chuckled darkly. "Does he know I took your virtue?"

He placed passionate kisses along her collar bone, stopping momentarily to run his finger over the heart shaped discoloration. Her birthmark.

"Every time you look at him, I feel like fucking you senseless to punish you."

She moaned inwardly rubbing her hands over his perfectly sculpted chest. He stopped their progression, gripping her wrists in a painful grip. The action would leave angry bruises no doubt. He wanted her to remember that she was his. He wanted everyone else to know as well.

"You're hurting me," she whimpered.

"Good", he replied.

He slammed her against the wall of his common room, receiving a deep hiss from his conquest in response. He kissed and bit anything that he could come into contact with. She did the same, refusing to passively take part in this assault. He then gripped her hips harshly, his fingertips digging into the bone.

"You bastard," she managed between labored breaths. "You're such a hypocrite. I see Parkinson practically lying in your lap all the time."

"That's different", he explained before seeking entrance into her mouth.

"How is it different?" She asked.

The Gryffindor continued to allow him access as he probed the inner cavities with his tongue.

"She's not you."

Hermione felt something shift within her. Something unaccustomed to her. She couldn't let him see the affect his words had on her. She pushed him away suddenly, horrified at the implications. She had to know that she wasn't just another notch on his bedpost.

"You think just because I'm a muggle, you can stake some sort of claim on me? That is sick Malfoy. Even for you." She made her way toward the door in artificial fury.

"Hermione listen."

"No, I don't want to hear anything you have to say."

He combed through his hair with a hand, growing more impatient by the second. He regained control as she made her way to the door. "Don't go," he managed. The abandoned child within him emerged.

"Why?" She whispered.

"Because you don't want to."

"That's not a good enough reason."

"Then stay because I want you to."

...

The remaining week before the holidays, they met wherever they could. Desperate for the contact; the warmth that emanated from the latter's body. It was during one of these encounters that he finally told her how he felt.

The dark corridor was seldomly used, having been part of the irreparable section of the castle. Hermione Granger knew this, her status as Head girl ensured it. They met in this very corridor on occasion, after being invited through means of a secret note or sly glance.

"You're late." She tapped her foot on the marble floor impatiently.

He didn't find the need to reply. He rarely did. Instead, he pulled her into a deep kiss. They were scared that their game would come to an end if they spoke more than needed; that perhaps the urgency for one another would be alleviated.

She responded to the kiss, pulling him towards herself by the collar of his Oxford. He in turn, rested his hand at the nape of her neck. Hermione felt her sex ache with need. She could not stop herself from thinking of his muscular arms, his toned chest, his well defined abdomen,and his member, finding it harder to concentrate in classes they shared. He gently pushed her against the cold wall, his eyes never wavering from her own.

"I can't stop thinking about you and it's driving me mad. What are you doing to me witch?"

He grabbed her roughly by the waist, pulling her flush against his chest; he loved the way her small hands rested on his chest. Draco lifted one of her hands to his lips; kissing the fingertips softly. Her heart leapt within her chest at the intimate gesture. She reached up on her tiptoes, nibbling on his ear in an effort to regain some control over the situation. Hermione feared that she would end up blurting her growing love for the unsuferable snake, allowing him reign over her emotions. He growled lowly, pushing her against the sharp stone. She knew his superiority complex wouldn't permit her control. Instead he attacked her mouth, attempting to mask the confusion. The turmoil within his heart.

She could never love you. She's too good for you; you coward.

He felt the need to punish her for the fact; running his fingertips under her shirt. Slowly he made his way to her breasts, pinching skin on the way. He loved the way her eyes would clench shut with the sharp sensation. He immediately kissed her eyelids in a silent apology, because he also loved the way she would smile at him. An unspoken I forgive you. The Slitheryn pulled her shirt over her head rather than tearing it, underneath she was wearing green lace intimates, something that nearly sent Draco Malfoy's raging erection over the egde.

"You look fucking sexy in green."

She smiled wickedly in response.

"You should have been a Slitheryn, you sly wench."

She undid the clasp at her back; exposing her perky breasts. He then took one in his mouth, biting down on it harshly. The Head Girl cried out in anguish, slapping him for his cruelty. As tears filled within her eyes, Draco slammed her hands against the wall at either sides of her head.

"I love it when you slap me. I must warn you though, I get rough."

He engulfed her nipple once more, swirling his tongue around it before grabbing her buttocks; squeezing them tightly. She loved the way he would dominate her, it was exciting. Enthralling. Draco raked his fingertips up her thighs, drawing blood in their wake. He stopped at the barrier that was her underwear. He tore them off viciously. Secretly, Draco wished she would forget about him. Hate him for his brutality, but here she was saving him from his inevitable fate with her mere presence. Her touch. No matter what he did to convince her to leave, she would return, and he would always drag her back down with him. He hated himself for it. For needing her, but he did. He quickly shed his own clothing, no longer able to wait.

The Slitheryn grabbed her legs by the nook behind her knees, pushing her up against the wall. He loved the way her eyes shut in anticipation, her eyebrows furrowing. He kissed the crease between them before entering her. In one swift thrust he was hilt deep within the lioness.

"Oh, Draco!" Her voice reverbrated throughout the dank corridors. She dug her nails into his biceps, avenging the drops shed on her thighs. Dots of crimson clashed against the pale color of his skin.

He thrust upwards into her again and again; the angle sending her into waves of ecstasy. Hermione bit down onto her bottom lip, as she watched the way the sweat matted his hair against his forehead. He dug his fingers into her legs; increasing his pace as she bounced on his cock.

"God, you feel fucking amazing." He kissed the crook of her neck, sucking it hard. The love bites that were sure to appear, would be hard to explain to her friends in the morning. But nothing mattered but her lover, and the pleasure he was giving her.

Suddenly his thrusts became more urgent, striking hidden places that she did not know existed over and over and over. She screamed in response as he continued to grind against her. With a final long thrust, he released himself within her; she arched her back as the powerful orgasm hit her.

The platinum haired boy rested his forehead against her own; gently lowering her onto the ground.

"Why do you keep coming back to me?"

"Because I want to."

"You deserve better than this. You deserve someone that can give you more than a meaningless fuck."

"Are you still trying to convince youself that? That this is nothing more than a fuck?" She began to gather her clothing, pulling on her shirt and jeans.

"I don't know what else to call it."

Her heart fell slightly, but she consoled it. What were you expecting? She kissed him on the cheek, lingering before turning to leave. Draco grabbed her wrist.

"You deserve better than me. Don't come back... please."

"Why? Why do you keep doing this to yourself?"

"Because I'm falling in love with you and I don't think I'll be able to stop."