A/N: So, this chapter's a little bit short, but I put quite a bit of effort in. I think my writing is improving a bit. I want to thank NazChick for being my first and only reviewer. You're the reason I got this chapter up today! I don't have anything else written yet. I've had quite a few hits on this story, but nothing telling me whether anyone's actually enjoying it. This chapter has more Draco in it - mean Draco. Just the way I like him. Thanks for reading.

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When Hermione arrived on Platform 9 ¾ she looked around for familiar faces. So many were missing. Upon seeing Neville Longbottom waving at her, she perked up and came out of her sad daze.

She told Harry that she had gone through with the break up, sparing the details as she said she would, so she thought it might be a good idea for her to go to the platform separately. Harry didn't like the idea of her sitting by herself, or having to find someone else to sit with, but in the end, they both agreed it would be for the best. Ron would be oh so broken-hearted and need the comfort of friends, after all. The bastard.

At breakfast that morning, Ron kept glancing at her nervously. She took great care in seating herself as far from him as possible, but maintained glaring range. He didn't say a word to her, and she liked it that way. She doubted that she could never forgive him after the things he said.

"Hi Hermione," Neville said, smiling at her brightly, "Where are Ron and Harry? Aren't the three of you supposed to be joined at the hip?"

"Oh, they're just running late as usual," she replied, with a dismissive wave of the hand. She didn't feel like explaining the current situation to anyone. She would leave all that to Ron.

"Well, tell them I said hi when you see them. I have to go find Luna. Maybe we'll come sit with you guys later so we can all catch up. It was great to see you again."

"You too, Neville. Take care," she said, smiling at him warmly. She had always liked Neville. It was too bad he wasn't more of a looker. He was such a sweet guy. Luna was extremely lucky to have him.

Hermione boarded the enormous red train and searched for an empty compartment. She entered the first one that she found. Once she settled in, she pulled out her Ancient Runes textbook and got a head start on the reading. It couldn't hurt. She had the free time now, and it would be less she would have to do later.

She had only gotten through the first three paragraphs when the compartment door slid open. None other than Draco Malfoy stood in the entrance, with his posse behind him. He had a smirk plastered on his face.

"Room for a few more, mudblood?" Malfoy asked, already knowing the answer.

"No. I'm saving these seats," Hermione said, hardly looking up at him.

"Well, I know the last two thirds of the Golden Trio aren't joining you. I already saw them grab a different compartment with a couple of other Gryffindor girls. You haven't already been replaced, have you? Can't blame them for being embarrassed to be seen with a mudblood." She felt a jolt at his mention of the girls. Surely Ron wouldn't already be considering new options?

"Shut up, Malfoy," Hermione replied, with a glare. She was dealing with enough shit without his input.

"Oh, hit a sore spot, I see. You must be a really shitty lay if the Weasel's replacing you again. You do remember fourth year, don't you?" Quiet laughter came from behind him.

"No, Malfoy, if you must know I dumped his stupid arse." Hermione wondered what compelled her to share this information.

"Did you, now? Because he had already replaced you - because you suck in bed, right? Or was it because he finally realized he was sick of getting your mudblood filth all over him and wanted something a little more… pure?"

"Oh, fuck you. You wouldn't know what a good lay is if it was shoved up your arsehole. Your dick probably fell off years ago from all the nasty disease you're surely carrying with all the skanks I'm sure you've been with." Hermione looked at Pansy Parkinson pointedly. Pansy looked appalled.

Malfoy glared at her. "You think you know everything, don't you, Granger?"

"I know a hell of a lot more than you ever will."

"Bullshit. You don't know a damn thing. No wonder the Weasel's fucking replaced you already – you're a cold-hearted, prudish bitch. You're going to die alone with nothing but your stupid cat to keep you company."

"My cat will be a lot more company than you're going to have," Hermione said, standing up and taking a step toward him. "Your friends don't even fucking like you. They're here because they're afraid of you. That won't last forever. Eventually, they'll see you for the stupid, little coward you always have been. The Death Eater who couldn't even kill a man." They both knew she was referring to Dumbledore.

Draco practically growled as he took a step closer to her, now looking down on her. "I've killed more filthy mudbloods and muggles than you can even imagine," he said, quietly, but harshly, not taking his eyes off of hers.

"No, you watched your dad kill a bunch of innocent, defenseless people while you hid behind him, scared." Hermione glared up at him, realizing just how much taller than her he was. She had one hand on her wand at this point, as he did with his.

As he stepped toward her, she stepped back, wanting to maintain some space between them, but she eventually hit the wall. She looked and saw he closed the compartment door behind him on his friends. No more witnesses.

"Say one more word about my father. I dare you," he said, with such venom she was sure he was capable of hurting her. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to back down. She had too much pent up anger.

"Your father is a completely useless excuse for a man and deserves to rot in Azkaban for all he's done. Just like your whole fam – " Malfoy cut her off by wrapping his hand tightly around her throat. Hermione couldn't breathe. In her surprise, he was able to grab her wand and drop it to the floor behind him.

"You stupid little mudblood, you just don't when to shut your filthy little mouth, do you? I'm going to make you regret the day you were born. Not that you shouldn't already, with your unclean blood." His hand squeezed tighter. Hermione was beginning to see speckles of light dance before her eyes when suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Hermione, you in there?" It was Harry to the rescue, once again. Malfoy let go of her throat, but replaced his hand with his wand.

"Tell him to hold on a minute." Not knowing what else to do, and really not wanting Harry involved in this, she did. Malfoy quickly undid the top few buttons of his shirt. He ripped the top half of Hermione's open and then reached to mess up her hair. Her simple black bra was openly on display and she was out of breath. Hermione opened her mouth in protest when she realized what he was doing, but he already turned and was opening the compartment door.

"What are you doing in here?" Harry asked Malfoy as he pushed his way past Harry and out the door. He was already gone when Harry looked into the compartment and saw Hermione in her current state. "What the hell is going on here?" Harry asked, in shock.

"I – It's n-not what it looks like, Harry, I swear…" Hermione stammered, still trying to catch her breath.

"Like hell it's not. At least now I can see why you broke up with Ron. And why he called you a whore." Hermione recoiled at his words. She knew this looked bad, but how could he be so harsh? Why didn't he believe her? "What is going on with you, Hermione?" Harry asked, the anger gone from his face now. He looked up at her sadly and shook his head as he turned to leave the compartment.

Hermione sat down with her face in her hands and just cried, knowing that she would be alone for the rest of the train ride, at least. She couldn't stand to see Harry so disappointed in her. Slowly her tears of sadness turned into tears of rage as anger bubbled up in her. Malfoy knew exactly what would happen. He had said she would regret it, and he knew exactly where to hit her to make it really hurt. She should have known better than to push his buttons, but she just couldn't help herself. It was so easy, and so, so satisfying. Especially when she could wipe that stupid little smirk right off his face.

Already she found herself formulating a plan for revenge. She would get back at him, and she thought she knew just how to do it.

As Hermione marched her way down the hall to the usual Malfoy and posse compartment, she hiked up her skirt, and made sure Malfoy's handy work was still on display. She fluffed up her hair one more time, and slid open the compartment door.

"Oh, Drakey, don't you want to finish what you started?" Hermione asked in the girliest voice she could muster, while toying with the open portion of her shirt, "I know Harry walked in on us, but no need to worry. He's done it, too." She winked at him and giggled. She thought she might make herself sick.

Malfoy looked positively livid. She knew that this would get to him. The Slytherin Prince couldn't have his friends thinking he was sleeping with a filthy Gryffindor mudblood.

Hermione clicked her tongue. "No? Well, I have a few better things to do anyway. We'll see a lot more each other later, I'm sure. See you." She blew a little kiss his way. She could practically feel the anger radiating off of him now. And not only had she pissed off Draco, but Pansy looked irate. Hermione "mudblood" Granger had not only just snogged the Draco Malfoy, but she blew him off, as well. At least, that's how it would look to everyone in the compartment.

Hermione smirked in triumph as she closed the compartment door, but when she turned to make her way back to her own compartment she saw a horrified Ron staring at her, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

"So it's true then, what Harry said? You really are the slut I thought you were."

Wanting to hurt him however she could at this point, Hermione retorted, "Yeah, I guess am. I had to get my thrills somewhere, didn't I? I sure as hell didn't get any from you." She stormed past him and into her compartment where she slammed the door shut.

Well, she had lost her boyfriend and her best friend and destroyed her reputation in a matter of 24 hours. Although, credit must be given where credit is due – Malfoy had definitely had a hand in this. This would not be the last of her revenge. She was going to put him through hell.