Chapter beta:Dark Akuma Hunter

CHAPTER WARNING: This chapter earns this story its hard M rating. If you do not wish to read these sorts of things I suggest you change your filter to T or lower.

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The early morning sun filtered through the window and splashed on Draco's face. Determined not to wake up he refused to open his eyes. If it were time to wake up his alarm would have gone off, but as it had not he was determined not to leave his bed just yet. Snuggling into the warmth of his blankets, Draco discovered something, or rather, he discovered someone. What had tipped him off was the curly hair tickling his nose and the floral scent that accompanied it. He was then aware that his hands were definitely placed on the very nice and firm behind of none other than Hermione Granger. That's when he began to panic.

Shit. SHIT. Shitshitshit! There goes my balls! She is going to hex them off! This here is the end of the Malfoy line!

It wasn't simply a matter of removing his hands and leaving; somehow in their sleep they had become very entwined. Not only were his arms around her and his hands on her buttocks, but her own arms were wrapped about him and one of her legs were draped over him. He tried very hard not to think of that leg, or that under the blanket her skirt had defiantly risen up due to that leg. If he thought she was going to freak out last night waking up with him merely in the same room that was going to be nothing compared to waking up in the same bed as him. In a very compromising position at that!

Shifting very carefully he let his hands slide up her back. Her skirt wasn't the only thing that had shifted. Her skin was so soft and smooth, so warm under his hands. If he didn't have a problem before, he definitely had one now as he felt himself grow. He moved his head so he could see her face; they were so close he could count the freckles on her nose if he wanted to. Still trying to figure out the best way to extract himself, Draco almost laughed as he remembered the thought he'd had the other day in the room. He had wanted to surround her with green and silver, to steal her away from the gaudy red and gold.

Well Draco, mission accomplished. At this moment she was far from her own Gryffindor common room, and very much surrounded by the epitome of Slytherin. After he digested that thought, he could not stop the accompanying notions. Why would he want to leave? Because she is going to dismember me from my favorite member! But other than that? She is a mudblood! So? Wasn't he always looking for ways to piss his father off? Besides this wasn't that bad. She was smarter than any other witch he had ever met; he certainly enjoyed her company, he was definitely happier in the past week than he had been in a long time. She made him laugh and be playful. So why couldn't he just stay here and enjoy himself?

As the thoughts swirled through his head, he found his eyes drifting to her lips. They were small and a slightly darker shade of pink than the rest of her skin. They were perfect. Forgetting the possible danger his balls were in, he decided that he wanted to kiss Hermione Granger. No, not just wanted to, he was going to. Pulling her sleeping form close to him, he brought his lips to hers. She didn't wake at first, and instead of satisfying that growing need inside him, the kiss had intensified it. Being greedy he kissed her again, lingering to hold her bottom lip captive in his mouth.

"Whua?" Draco felt her mumble vibrate in his mouth as she woke. It had only taken her a moment to assess the situation. "Just what do you think you are doing Malfoy!" she yelped, removing her leg from him and moving her arms from around him.

"I think I am kissing you Granger." Draco said lazily, intent on continuing as he licked her upper lip before catching it between his teeth. There was a reason he shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't quite recall. All he knew was that she was blushing and he was going to snog her brains out. Considering who this is it may take a while, he smirked against her lips.

"Malfoy," she tried to speak as he continued to shower her with kisses, "this isn't, we can't,"
her protest getting weaker until it was lost in a moan. Slowly she began to respond to his ministration to her lips, her hands that were a moment ago being used as a barrier between them now were clutching at his shirt. See, this is nice, he told himself. Suddenly she ripped herself away, startling him even more as she yelled. "Malfoy, we are going to be late!"

When she grabbed her shoes from the floor and began to stuff her feet in them Draco realized she had seen her watch. Up until now he had really liked that watch, a splash of Slytherin on a Gryffindor princess.

He began to pull his own shoes on, lacing them up as he asked "Late for what?" Granger stared him like he had grown a second head. Well in a way he had, but she hadn't noticed that.

"Class! Breakfast has already started! Today is Friday!" The fog clearing from his head he began to collect his things. Noticing Granger moving things about in search, Draco returned her robes to their original form. She gave him a nod of thanks as she threw it on, and without even waiting for him to check the library for Slytherins she took off out the door.

As he returned the room back to right he contemplated everything that had just happened. He didn't feel too bad about her rejection. After all, she did kiss him back, and the main reason she had left was due to classes. Typical Granger, classes will always be a top priority. Snickering at that thought, he finally remembered the real reason he shouldn't be kissing her. You are not supposed to fall in love with a mudblood.

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That morning Hermione had rushed toward the Great Hall, reaching it much sooner than she had anticipated. Thinking about it she supposed the dungeons were much closer to it than Gryffindor tower. She had taken a moment to straighten out her clothes and pat down her hair, hoping no one would notice her flushed cheeks and swollen lips. She was more than a little late, but at least she would have time to eat something. She took her place between Ginny and Neville, who commented on her being late.

"How bad was it?" Ginny prompted. For a second Hermione thought she was referring to her kissing Malfoy, which really wasn't bad at all. "Your detention with Filch? That is why you are late right? You overslept because of your detention?"

"Oh, right, my detention." Hermione breathed, "It wasn't really that bad I suppose. He had us clean the floor of some forgotten hall. My hands are a bit dry, my knees and back are a bit sore, but otherwise I am unscathed."

"He must have been in a good mood," Neville interjected, "either that or there was some poor student that had a detention the night before so Mrs. Norris' litter boxes are already clean. Did I mention there was more than one for each floor?"

"Yes Neville, you did." Ginny ground out, slightly peeved to have lost yesterdays argument. Before they could start again Harry interrupted.

"Hermione, did you find that book I asked you to look for?" Harry said, giving her a look that was slightly darker than it needed to be. That was the cue for her to hand him a book with the completed essays in it. Hermione panicked, thinking back to how she fell asleep before even starting them.

"Nn-no," She stuttered, reaching into her bag, prepared to give him her own papers to either copy or split with Ron. That's when she found the note, written in that unmistakable small and tidy handwriting. I finished these after you fell asleep. Hermione smiled, he has been so sweet to her. Sliding the work into the book she had especially for this transaction, she pulled it out handing it to Harry. "But I did find this one, and it is pretty similar."

"Thanks Hermione, this will help our study sessions greatly. I am not sure why you refused to join us, we tend to study long and hard with great results." He said suggestively while looking at her through his thick glasses. Malfoy's glasses were so different from Harry's. Where Harry's were large and bulky, Draco's were sleek and elegant.

"Oh you know me," Hermione said nervously glancing across the room to where Malfoy now sat, "I prefer studying alone. I get more done that way."

"Suit yourself," Ron replied, shoving one last bite of egg into his mouth as they stood to leave. Breakfast was over and she felt like she had hardly made it through. Somehow though, she was comforted knowing that Malfoy was watching her from across the hall as well as his scent that surrounded her; the smell emitting from her robes.

She went through her classes in a bit of a daze, thinking about this morning's events. She wasn't sure why she had kissed him back; that was so unlike her! Still, his kisses were amazing, reaching down into her like a wave of electricity. Several times during her classes she had paused what she was doing to press her nose into her robes. His scent was spicy and subtle, smelling it made her feel warm.

During lunch she half-heartedly listened to Ginny and Neville bicker as she spent most of her time lost in her thoughts or stealing glances at the Slytherin table. She couldn't stop thinking about today being a Friday with a whole weekend ahead of her. She couldn't avoid him, he had done all the work last night and she still needed to help him with his Muggle Studies! Should she try to get him to talk about this morning? Should she kiss him again if he tried?

Her last few classes absolutely dragged by, but Hermione was finally leaving her last class, Transfiguration, and was walking towards the Great Hall for dinner. Between being lost in her thoughts on the mornings events and tired from the previous night's detention she didn't notice the person following her until a hand grabbed her from behind, pulling her into a side corridor. Her eye widened in fear as she saw who it was. Harry had her pinned to the walls by her shoulders, and Ron was keeping a look out for others.

"Harry, Ron, is everything ok?" Hermione weakly ventured. She could tell by the darkness in Harry's eyes that he was positively livid about something.

"Hear that Ron! She wants to know if everything is ok?! Ha! Should we tell her how we got a T on our assignments from yesterday? How we lost valuable quidditch time earlier today because we had to redo everything? Apparently the handwriting didn't look enough like ours." Hermione's shoulders began to ache with the force of the pressure Harry was using to hold her there. She looked to Ron, hoping he would come to his senses, that he would stop this. Ron however was busy rocking back and forward on the balls of his feet and watching the halls. She looked back to Harry, his face was uncomfortably close to hers.

"I'm sorry, you know I had a detention last night," he cut her off before she could finish, shaking her as he spoke.

"That is no excuse. You know what our agreement is, we lost time earlier today, and now you're going to help us make up for it." Hermione's heart was beating rapidly, the fear in her heart becoming greater and greater. There was a scuttle down the hall and a small spot of hope rose within her as Ron spoke up.

"We had better move this along Harry, I think someone might have heard us." Harry nodded and began to pull her along the hallway. Now that she wasn't pinned, Hermione moved to pull out her wand. However they must have been expecting this and Ron who had been following behind reached it first and stuck the wand in his own pocket. This put her at a great disadvantage, but she wasn't going to just give up.

Rocking her weight forward then suddenly jerking backwards while twisting her wrist Hermione was able to break free from Harry's grip. Harry turned in shock, and made to grab at her again, but she dodged. Hooking her foot around, she kicked him in the back of the knee, sending him to the ground. Turning to flee she ran straight into Ron who had been looking behind them until he heard Harry fall. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around her, effectively trapping her.

Hermione took a big breath planning to scream when Harry's hand came over her mouth. His hand was sweaty and smelled foul, but being desperate to escape she bit into it. He removed his hand with a yelp, drawing his wand and casting a silencing spell on her. She doubled her struggles, kicking wildly at anything around her, making it as difficult as she could for them to move her. Ron turned, slamming her back into the wall. Her vision blinked into stars for a moment as she heard Ron ask Harry to help him.

They decided one would carry her legs and the other her torso. She continued to kick and wriggle as much as she could as they took hold of her. They were far off the main hall now, and her back ached as tried to free herself. Tears began to collect in her eyes as her mouth formed a silent scream when she saw the tapestry that led to their hidden room.

The last time she had been in there, she was too shocked to take in any of the room. To say that this time would be any better would be wrong. She discovered there was dirty mattress in front of a fireplace only because they tossed her there. They whole room had a musky smell to it, but it was much worse on the mattress. She began to lift herself up, only to be forced down by Harry's arm, laying his body across hers, trapping her once again. Hermione shook in disgust as he licked her neck, his mouth moving lower across her collar bone. He started to part her blouse, his teeth scraping across the exposed top of her breast. Panicking she tried to bring her knee up to slam it into his groin. He rolled to the side before she made contact, the result being she only hit him in the thigh, but the force caused him to bite down, breaking her skin.

Anger rose in Harry's eyes, and he whispered a spell, leaving Hermione's limbs to go limp like a ragdoll. She was now completely disconnected from her magic, her voice and her movement. Tears leaked freely down her listless face. There would be no escape for her.

"Now I don't like doing this to you Hermione," Harry cooed as he wiped the tears from her face. "You're our friend and we care for you. But if you won't cooperate then this is how things will be done. Give it a few minutes, you may even like it." He sat up on his knees so that he could take off his shirt, and then looked to Ron who had been hovering by the side. "Come on Ron help me out a bit here."

"I don't know Harry, you said," Harry cut Ron off, pulling him into a kiss. Hermione was spared the full view of them pawing at each other as her head was angled the opposite way. That didn't stop the noise from invading her ears. She felt the mattress rise and fall as they toppled over in their eagerness to touch each other. Harry reached over to Hermione, pulling her in between them. At this point they both were down to their underwear, leaving Hermione with her clothes still on, but her robe discarded and her blouse pulled open. Harry continued to kiss Ron while his hands roamed her body. Ron was using one arm to support himself as the other reached over Hermione, massaging Harry's inner thigh.

Hermione's mind screamed when Harry's hand dipped between her legs to pull up her skirt. His hand traced her navel as it traveled back down over her panties. He began to pet her through the thin material, his own hardness rubbing into her side. His lips left Ron's so that he could wet his middle finger by sucking on it for a moment. Hermione's core muscles tensed up as his fingers slipped past the cloth barrier. His fingers traced a circle around her opening before he plunged his wet finger inside her. She gasped for air as he violated her insides.

"Oh, Ron, you have got to feel this!" Harry hissed, removing his hand to grab Ron's. Once again Ron hesitated.

"Harry, I, I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with this. You said we were just going to scare her, and she looks pretty scared to me." Harry sighed, pulling Ron's hand toward her center.

"We have been over this Ron, if we stop now she won't learn her lesson. She put herself here by not doing her work right!" Covering Ron's hand with his, Harry guided Ron's hand down the path he had taken earlier. If it had hurt before, she was in real pain now with a finger from both of them inside her.

"This feels wrong Harry," Ron moaned as Harry sucked his neck.

"It will be alright, you're just not used to this," Harry responded. "If it makes you feel any better I can take this end while you take the other. Help me prop her up." Harry moved away from her, taking the cushions from a nearby couch and putting them next to her. They rolled her over so that it was under her middle. She felt him tug her panties down her thighs, not taking the time to remove them all the way. She felt his hands holding her hips as he positioned himself. All he was waiting for was for Ron to move into place.

"I'm telling you Hermione, give it a minute and you will be loving it."

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Draco had spent the day with his mind in the clouds. There were so many thoughts and emotions rolling through him that he didn't catch anything from his lessons. He didn't even have a class with the Gryffindors on Fridays. He used to love that about Friday, but not now. Now it only made him more anxious for meal times. Blaise had tried to talk to him during lunch, asking why he was so late to breakfast and such but Draco didn't respond. Draco didn't even comment on Blaise's meal time mention of the Weasley girl.

He just sat and watched Granger from across the hall, hoping to catch her eye. He noticed her smelling her robes, something he was sure that she didn't normally do. He wished that he could retreat into his nothing box, the part of his brain that every guy had, the place they could go to not think. At the same time he knew he had too many thoughts to process, from the way he felt when he was kissing Granger to his strong emotions he was developing for her.

When dinner came he was even more restless, knowing it was the only thing that stood between him and a weekend in study room three with Granger. He looked around the Great Hall, not seeing her there he thought he had beaten her to the meal. He continued to look around, nervously waiting for her to arrive.

"Looking for your favorite Gryffindors to glare at?" Draco's ears perked up when Blaise mentioned precisely what he was doing.

"Maybe," Draco admitted, "what is meal time in the Great Hall without me glowering at the Golden Trio?" He added that last bit in hopes of drawing Blaise off the trail.

"Well I wouldn't waste any more time on that tonight if I were you." Blaise spoke casually as he salted his soup.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Draco bit out, not wanting to play games with Blaise.

"Oh, just that one of the second years heard them squabbling in the hall about something or another." Blaise spoke in a bored tone as he blew on his soup to cool it down. "They probably won't show up this meal time. If we are lucky they will be off on some scheme of theirs and won't return for the remaining school year. Wouldn't that make quidditch a breeze this year? We would still have to put up a good defense against the remaining Weasley. One does have to admit she makes for a fine chaser."

Draco didn't bother to remind him about Hufflepuff's brutal beater, instead focusing on the part that interested and worried him the most.

"You say a second year saw them fighting?" Draco asked, and Blaise looked to him in mild surprise.

"Since when do you care if they are fighting other than to gloat?" Blaise eyes were sharp, ready to pick out any information. Ignoring Blaise's questions Draco tried again.

"Which second year? What house?" Draco was barely able to contain his rising panic.

"Ours, the one with the feather earrings and stone necklace." The moment the words were out of Blaise's mouth Draco was making his way down the table, ready to pounce on the young girl for information. He grabbed her shoulder roughly, turning her towards him.

"Hey, what gives?" She had snapped at him until she saw who it was. Instantly she began to blush, a shy smile on her face. I don't have time for this!

"I heard you saw Granger and her friends fighting in the hall?" Draco had barked at her, his eyes fixed on her threateningly, making her squirm.

"Yes," she squeaked out, her voice much smaller this time.

"Well out with it!" He raged, "Where were they? What do you mean exactly by fighting?!"

"Um, between here and Transfig, they were yelling at her about breaking an agreement or something. I think they saw me and took off though, to be honest I was more scared of them." She said sheepishly, her ears turning red. Draco ran from the hall, thinking as he searched. That room they used, the one he had seen the entrance of during his detention last night, it was real close to the Transfiguration hallway! He sped up, hoping he wasn't too late.

Reaching the hall he began to look for the orange and red tapestry. This wasn't supposed to happen! He was helping her, the assignment were done! He raced up and down the hallway, not finding a trace of orange or red. Then he saw something on the ground that made his heart leap and sink at the same time. Her watch lay on the ground, the glass on its face shattered. The time it held was nearly twenty minutes ago. That was long enough for too many unimaginable things to happen.

Taking a closer look at the wall that he had found the time piece by, he discovered that there was a tapestry there, only it was made of dull grays and blues. He could tell by the charms that were trying to make him look away that he had found it. Nearly ripping it down as he pulled it aside he tried the door and found it was locked.

"Reducto!" He yelled the spell as he charged the door. Instantly the door turned to dust, but his rage was a building flame. In the room before him he found many things he had wished never to see. Lying on a ratty mattress, propped up on cushions was his Gryffindor. Potter was behind her, his disgusting dick ready to enter her. Weasley had one hand on Granger's jaw, the other was lining himself up to her mouth.

"Stupefy!" Draco screamed twice, a red stream of light hitting each Potter and Weasley respectively. He rushed forward to Granger as she lay there limp and unmoving. He looked around and saw her robes discarded on a table near the door and her wand sticking out of a pair of black slacks. He took the wand, putting it into his own wand slip, then he grabbed her robes. Carefully he wrapped her in the dense material, collecting her in his arms and leaving the room.

He had wanted to stay there and beat Potter and Weasley until they were unrecognizable. He wanted to rip them apart for daring to lay even a finger on her. She was the only reason he hadn't done those things. She was hurt and bleeding, her eyes full of pain and leaking tears. The worst part for him was that she was unresponsive. She didn't move at all as he carried her down the halls. He cradled her to him so that her head would not bounce around as he ran.

He wasn't sure at first where he was taking her to. Part of his mind thought to take her to Madame Pomfrey for healing, then to the Professors to reveal how admirable their Wonder Boys were. His feet, however, took them down the familiar path down into the dungeons. He reasoned with himself that the only motive for not turning them into the Professors was that he wanted his own revenge. If he told the Professors he might not get that chance.

He thought of all the possible safe places he could take her in the dungeons, dismissing them in the same second he thought them. He could not take her to the Slytherin dorms; they would prove to be just as dangerous as the room he had taken her from. Next he thought of their study room, a place of fond memories and comfort. He dismissed that idea as well, he would not be able to properly care for her there and once again he could not promise her safety in an area open to the Slytherins. He tried to think of a safe and private place, with adequate utilities in which to help her. The utilities! He knew the password to the lower level prefects' bathroom, it was very silly and that is why he remembered it.

"Splish Splash!" He roared to the seahorse statue that guarded the bathroom. The seahorse blew a large bubble that floated to the wall and popped. A perfectly round hole the size of the bubble appeared in the wall. He ducked through it, a small amount of relief washing over him as the opening sealed behind him. That was the best part of this bathroom. It was designed in such a way that once it was already occupied, all other students would be turned away. He laid Granger on the floor for a moment, looking for something to transfigure into a bed or cushion of sorts. Draco hastily pulled together some towels and turned them into a futon.

Once again he cradled her as he moved her onto the futon. Draco wasn't sure what to do next when he saw movement. With excitement he watched as her mouth moved, making soundless words. He held her face as he tried to read her lips. He grabbed his wand as he deciphered her message.

"Finite Incantatem" Draco didn't know what to expect when he spoke those words, but what happened next was unbearable. The first sound she made was a choked sob. Her body shook with her ragged crying. One of her hands shot to her bleeding breast, the other hand went down to hold the area between her legs. He was glad that she was able to move on her own, but she was hurt and he needed to help her and he didn't know how to go about it. Crawling next to her he pulled her into his arms. She flinched at the contact before curling herself into him. He held her until her weeping died out.

"Draco," Her weak voice saying his name, his first name, startled him out of his thoughts. "I…it hurts," she whimpered. She was showing him her hands; both had red streaks of blood on them. Her blood. Blood that looked no different from his. "I feel so filthy…I...please, help me." He carried her to the lip of the large tub. Like the prefects bathroom in the upper levels it could be classified as a small swimming pool or a large hot tub. After turning the taps on and letting them run, he helped her remove her socks and shoes. He took off his own footwear and socks, tossing them near the futon. When he looked up he saw Granger, Hermione, had discarded not only her robes but her skirt and blood stained blouse. Not prepared for that he looked away, his whole face enflamed in a bright red blush. The water was nearing the top of the tub, but she didn't move to get in.

"I need help," she said slightly embarrassed. Wondering why she would need his help, he looked to her, only to find his own embarrassment flee at the fury that filled him at the sight of her. This morning he had caught a glimpse of her skin and it had been pale. Now her back was a collage of blue and black bruising. He also took note of the marks on her arms and legs. "Thank you," she whispered when he began to remove his own shirt and pants.

He climbed into the tub, the hot water lapped at the hem of his boxers as he twisted himself about to lift her in. She hissed as the water touched her skin when he sat down. She stayed there on his lap, inactive as he held her. When she did begin to move, he was uncertain to what she was doing, there were too many bubbles to see. He did feel her shifting about on his lap, then she surprised him again as she threw something from the water to the trash bin. Hanging on the lip of the bin he recognized her red stained panties.

"What are you doing?" his voice came out high and strangled sounding.

"I don't want these touching me anymore," she said, her hands moving to unclasp her bra, "I would remove my skin if I could." Draco was more than uncomfortable in many ways as he felt her naked skin against his chest under the water. He didn't move because he felt this was where he needed to be, he needed to help her, to comfort her. Sure, over the course of the day he had come to terms with the fact that he wanted her in multiple ways, that he was beginning to become emotionally devoted; still, there was a big gap between snogging a girl you fancied and sitting with her naked on your lap in a tub. He felt he may need more time to adjust than he was going to be allowed.

Seeing her wince as she tried to scrub herself with a washcloth, he took it from her hands and began to softly rub her skin. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks as he wiped the blood off her chest. Once the blood was gone he saw the perpetrator of her bleeding, a bite mark. He would have to remember to get a healing balm for her later. Remembering the other location she had been bleeding from he offered the rag back to her. Tears came down her face once again as she took it from him. He could only imagine she was thinking about what they had done to her.

"Did they, did he..." He started, unable to finish his sentence.

"No, you came right in time." She replied as she cleaned herself. No, he thought bitterly, right in time would have been a minute before they even touched you. He thought once again to the blood that had been on her hands.

"But you were bleeding…" Once again his voice trailed off, the end of his sentence lost.

"His nails, they scratched me when he, when they…" He wished he didn't understand what she was saying as she started crying again. He held her and rocked her, trying to soothe her while soothing himself.

"You're safe now. They can't get you here. I have you. You're safe, I have you." Draco repeated as he held her tightly. They sat there holding each other until the water turned cold and clear. He carried her out of the water, wrapping her in a large towel as he laid her on the futon. He joined her there after applying the same drying charm he used yesterday on her shirt to his drenched boxers.

Tomorrow he would send out some owls. He would make sure this never happened to her again. For tonight, he would hold her until they both fell asleep. He pressed his lips against her temple, sealing his silent promise. He didn't expect her to turn her head and kiss him in return. The last thing he heard before falling asleep was her voice saying the same words she had been saying over and over to him in the past week.

"Thank you Draco."