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Of course all Hermione could think about at dinner that evening was Draco Malfoy and his interesting form of payback. Why would he want to sleep with her? She wasn't anything special; perhaps it was really payback at Harry for not speaking at his father's trial. Of course Harry spoke at Narcissa's, but not at Lucius'.

Hermione had testified at Draco's trial in his defense, showing her memories of the room of requirement. She had also showed a memory no one else knew of, including Draco. In sixth year she had a habit of spying on people while Ron was busy with Lavender and Harry with the book belonging to the Half Blood Prince.

She had stumbled upon Draco crying to Moaning Myrtle that night in the lavatory. He was crying for his family, for his childhood, for anything and everything. It was then that Hermione vowed to try to make life a little easier for the blonde haired boy. He didn't have a choice in his life, and for that she could feel pity.

Once the hall had been dismissed Hermione noticed she hadn't eaten a single thing. She would have to ask Ron for a chocolate frog later. She was the only one who knew of his secret stash. She had caught him at Honkeydukes before the year began. Once cornered, he cried and told her everything, making her promise she wouldn't tell Seamus and Harry. They would never let him live it down.

Lost in thought she failed to notice the blonde haired boy silently following behind her. It wasn't until she was forcefully yanked into the abandoned girl's lavatory that she realized she was a long way from her destination. Quickly turning she saw Malfoy leaning against the sinks, watching her with his trademark smirk.

"Look Malfoy-"

But before she could say anymore his lips were upon hers. The kiss wasn't sweet or gentle, it was raw and punishing.

A tickling sensation crept up behind her left knee, causing her to open her mouth in a gasp. Never one to take advantage of the opportune moment, Malfoy shoved his tongue into her mouth. His hand left her knee and traveled further up her leg, causing her to try and clamp her legs together.

This was NOT happening, especially not with Draco Malfoy. The git was known for not keeping his promises made in the heat of the moment. Every girl knew to take what Malfoy said to heart. Hermione figured this is what happened when he threatened to fuck her at the station. How wrong she was in her assumption. She knew he had every intention of keeping his promise of unfulfilled need. He would fuck her and leave her wanting.

Malfoy must have sensed her hesitance because as soon as she tensed and tried to close her legs, he was pressing his polished nails into her skin, yanking her legs back further. Her yelp of pain was muffled by his mouth upon hers.

Twisting her head away from his, she gulped much needed air. This was not how she imagined tonight ending up. "Malf—" but she was cut of yet again by his lips. This time however they were attached to her throat, nipping and suckling the skin.

She could feel him between her thighs now, the proof of his excitement of the situation hard against her, his zipper to his pants pressing against her in a delicious way. She couldn't help but let out a moan as he pressed against her harder. He was teasing her, she knew it yet she couldn't help but respond back.

Did she want Malfoy of all people?

Of course she didn't want him, he was a git who cursed her with larger teeth and of course introduced her to the lovely word Mudblood.

All thoughts were immediately cut off as his fingers found their way under her Hogwarts uniform skirt. His mouth had traveled lower and was now nuzzling and kissing between her exposed breasts.

When did he unbutton my shirt?

"You're mine Granger."

She was startled out of her lust filled haze by those words.

"Wh-what?" she stuttered. Smooth Hermione.

His normally silver eyes seemed to be diluted with lust; they were darker than she had ever seen them before. His hands had moved to cup her face, the gentle touch contrasting greatly from their previous lust filled grope session moments before.

"You're mine. I've waited for you. I want- no, NEED you. I've craved you for so long, staying up night after night plotting ways to get you in this exact spot." His eyes had lowered and seemed to take in their situation.

She was pressed against the sink, her skirt around her waist, and shirt unbuttoned. Her front-clasped bra was hanging limply around her arms and her body panting with want. She would have let Draco Malfoy fuck her in an abandoned lavatory and not thought twice about it.

His eyes snapped back to hers, causing her to blush.

"I will fuck you Mudblood, in every way. I will have you screaming my name every time I take you. And I will take you many times Granger. My cock will be the only one who will fill you" at this he pushed a finger inside her, causing her to give a soft moan. She didn't dare closer her eyes though. "Of course I will offer the same. If it's monogamy you want I will remain faithful."

Hermione stared at him as if he had just announced he was actually Hagrid's long lost son. Was he seriously talking about dating? They hated each other, the only reason she was currently half naked around him is because it had been so long since a male had shown her any interest. Girls have needs too, and hers weren't being fulfilled. Desperate times called desperate measures.

"Malfoy.. what are you talking about?"

His mouth twitched into a grin, almost as if she were naive child. "Marriage my silly Mudblood." She flinched at the name. "Of course we couldn't tell the Slytherins, that would get back to my parents and we wouldn't want that. Lucius wouldn't be an issue but my Mum would probably throw a fit. Once she's out of the picture we can announce it to the Wizarding World, and everyone will know you're mine."

Hermione sat perfectly still, her mouth agape in horror. Marriage? She thought they were merely going to scratch an itch and then call it a night.

Malfoy wasn't acting like his normal self, something was seriously off. If there is one thing Hermione knew it was Malfoy cared more about his mum than anyone else. The way he was talking was as if he were planning to kill her off in order for them to be together.

And what is with the sudden need to be with her, and kind attitude? Of course he still called her Mudblood, she doubted that would ever change. She needed to stop this immediately before it became a problem.

"I'm not marrying you Malfoy.."

The whole lavatory went eerily quiet; Malfoy had seemed to stop breathing all together. His eyes narrowed and an expression of pure anger came across his face.

"Yes.. you will. You're mine Hermione, and soon I will make you see who you belong to. If I want to bend you over the Gryffindor table in front of potthead and weasel and fuck you until you scream, I can and will. If I want to fuck your arse until I've had my fill there isn't a damn thing you can do, because you're mine. The sooner you understand that the better off you will be. I plan to marry you Hermione, by force if necessary. There is a lot of people out there who will do a marriage bond against the brides will. Especially for a Malfoy." He was panting by the end of his rant, his face almost touching hers. All she could see and feel was Draco Malfoy, and it scared the hell out of her.

Everything that just left his mouth was so unlike the pureblood boy she's grown to loathe. Of course she expected him to say to some pureblood snob who was trained to be the little servant wife of the big bad Malfoy, but not to her. She was a Muggleborn witch who brought down his father's leader. She wasn't going to lie down while he rutted against her and claimed her as his own. She was no one's property.

"If you think for one sec—"before she could finish her sentence there was a sound of feet against the lavatory floor. There before her stood Professor Flitwick and Headmistress McGonagall. At their side was none other than the floating Moaning Myrtle.

"I told you they were doing naughty things in my lavatory." She snickered out, before turning it into her trademark pout "Of course they wouldn't invite me.. No one ever invites me" she wailed before heading into her favorite stall to cry.

Hermione crept back into her room as soon as she was dismissed. She had earned herself a week's worth of detention and a stern lecture about using the facilities as a 'breeding ground'. McGonagall herself looked disappointed in her choice of partner, but promised Hermione she wouldn't speak a word of it to Harry and Ron.

After making sure her other two dorm mates were asleep, she shrugged out of her clothing and into her sleepwear. It had been too exhausting of a night and while she should be tired, she couldn't help but want the friction between her legs again.

Her hand crept down between her legs, still wet from her earlier tryst with Malfoy. She tried to bring herself to completion but she knew she would be unable to, she wanted his long skilled fingers, and hers just wouldn't do it anymore.

With a quick scourgify she laid back down and quietly repeated the night in her head until she fell asleep.