It was just before sunrise when Draco Malfoy walked into the Ministry of Magic. He wore a hooded cloak so as not to divulge his identity. After the war, he had been placed on parole indefinitely, and one of the conditions of his bargain (he had agreed to identify former Death Eaters in exchange for a pardon from Azkaban) was that he had to live out the rest of his days without magic and without the wizarding world. He knew very well that he could be sentenced to the Dementor's Kiss. But then, he had to save Hermione. After all, she had done the same for him.

*Flashback*

Draco sobbed hysterically in the lavatory haunted by Moaning Myrtle.

"I can't do it. I can't!" he cried.

"Can't do what?"

Draco spun around to see Hermione Granger standing by the sinks. For some reason, unknown to him, he was glad to see her. He pushed that feeling away, though, because after all, she was the very type of witch that he was fighting to eradicate.

"Go away, Granger," Draco managed. "I don't want you sticking your nose into my own damn business."

Ignoring his words, Hermione walked over and sat down next to him.

"Draco," she soothed him. "What's wrong?"

Draco had to fight to keep his tears inside. No one, save his mother, had spoken to him in such a loving tone. He rolled up his sleeve, exposing his Dark Mark, hoping to scare Hermione away. He didn't know why, but he wanted to keep her out of this mess.

"I'm a Death Eater, Granger!" he yelled. "I have the Dark Mark. Don't you get it? I'm devoted to destroying your kind!"

"No," Hermione whispered. "You're not." Draco grew desperate. Why couldn't Hermione see that this was his destiny?

"Hermione!" he shouted. "This is my fate! I've always been destined to serve alongside of Voldemort! Why can't…why can't you understand?" Draco broke down crying again. Hermione wrapped her arms around him.

"Shhh," she murmured. "It's all right. Everything will work out." She pressed her lips to his cheek. Draco knew it was supposed to be a chaste kiss, but for some reason – only Merlin knows why – he wanted more. There was no time to think. He could very well be dead tomorrow. So, he did the only thing that he could rationally do. He captured her lips in a hungry kiss. Hermione was obviously surprised, but Draco was even more shocked when Hermione kissed back.

Don't question this, Draco thought. It'll just be a one night stand, if it even goes that far.

He ran his hands through Hermione's hair, kissing her rougher than before. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. He backed her up against the wall. He took his shirt off. Hermione's eyes widened as she ran her hands over his abs. Draco smirked.

"Fair's fair, Granger. Now you need to take off your shirt."

That seemed to snap Hermione out of whatever frame of mind she was in. She shook her head. Draco was irritated now. He was rock-hard and ready for action.

"Why not?" he huffed. Hermione looked up at him.

"Draco," she began patiently. "First of all, I'm a virgin. That wouldn't bother me if I knew you loved me, but I know why you're really doing this. You want a quick fuck to get rid of, or at least postpone, whatever's troubling you. I'm more than some Slytherin slag. I want something more than a one night stand. I want love."

"How could I ever love a Mudblood?" Draco sneered. Hermione just gazed at him. He was becoming a bit uncomfortable with that look; it was as if she could see into his soul.

"That won't work, Draco," Hermione whispered. "I know something's wrong."

That was what undid Draco. The tears cascaded down his face.

"I don't know how I can...how I can –"

"Kill Dumbledore?" Hermione finished calmly. It didn't even occur to Draco (at least, not at the time) that he should be shocked.

"How, Granger? How can I do this to him?" Draco sobbed. Hermione stood there for a minute, then…

"Let Snape do it," she told him. Draco gaped at her.

"Are you fucking serious? Voldemort will kill me if I don't kill Dumbledore!" Draco yelled. Hermione didn't so much as flinch.

"He could, couldn't he? He could take away your mother; he could torture you. With just the utterance of two words, Voldemort could take away your life. But there is one thing that he cannot do. He cannot destroy your will to live, your will to love."

Draco just stared at her.

"Well, gee, Granger, thanks for the comfort," he finally muttered. Then Hermione caught both of them off guard with her next words.

"You're hurting more than I ever imagined," she whispered. "If it's what you desire, I will not stop you."

Draco gaped at her.

"You don't know what you're saying, Granger," he warned. "Because once I start, I don't think that I'll be able to stop." Hermione bit her lip and nodded.

"I don't think that Harry and Ron will be happy if they ever find out, but…you need this." Hermione told him. Draco didn't think that he had ever seen such an example of selflessness. He pondered the offer. Finally, he walked over to her. He could tell that she was nervous by the way that she kept chewing on her lip. He put his lips by her ear and whispered, "Granger – Hermione – it's all right. I won't hurt you…I promise." She nodded, but kept biting her lip. Draco bent down and pressed his lips against hers, catching her off guard with a rough and passionate kiss. He pulled back after he could breathe no longer. Hermione instantly went back to gnawing on her lip.

"Honestly, Granger," Draco huffed. "If you're so determined to have your lip be bitten, you'd bloody well better let me do it." He went in to kiss her again, nibbling on her bottom lip. Hermione moaned a little, thereby giving Draco access to her mouth. He took that access as quickly as possible. He ran his tongue along hers, delighting in the shiver that he felt her body give off. He pulled back and stared at her swollen lips. It gave him great satisfaction to know that he had caused that. Hermione looked almost disappointed that he pulled back, but that almost-disappointment turned into a look of bliss as he peppered her neck with kisses, briefly stopping to nip at the point where it met her collarbone. Hermione let out a tiny moan, determined to keep at least a little self-control.

Draco grabbed her collar and, with one swift motion, ripped her shirt in two. Hermione's face instantly flamed. She went to cover herself, but Draco stopped her.

"Hermione," he said. "You're gorgeous." Hermione pasted a weak smile on her face. Her eyes widened yet again as he undid his belt and slid his trousers off, along with his boxers. Hermione pulled down her pants, along with her underwear, and looked up at Draco, the fear and apprehension evident in her eyes.

"There will be a bit of pain for a moment, but I promise it will leave," Draco murmured. Hermione nodded, biting her lip again. Draco started to gently press his erection into her core. He finally reached the barrier.

"Hermione, I'm going to push through," he whispered. "Are you prepared?"

Hermione managed a shaky laugh and said, "As ready as I'll ever be." Draco nodded. He began to push, and right before he broke through, he caught her lips in a kiss. He could feel her trying to fight the pain. When he was finally completely sheathed in her heat, he bent down to kiss away the tears. He began to move slowly. Hermione, the tears finally leaving, was shocked when she began to feel waves of pleasure as he moved in and out.

"Oh, Draco," she gasped. "Don't stop."

"Hadn't planned on it, Hermione," Draco smirked.

*One hour later*

As the young witch and wizard lay in each other's arms, something finally occurred to Draco.

"How did you know about my task?"

Hermione smiled gently.

"That doesn't matter," she told him. "All that matters is that I help you."

That was another thing bothering Draco. Why had she given him her virginity? It didn't make sense. When he voiced his opinion, she blushed and looked down.

"You needed a saving grace," she finally said. "I wanted to be yours."

*End flashback*

He walked up to a witch at the information desk.

"Excuse me," he mumbled, trying not to let anyone hear his voice clearly. "Can you tell me where to find the Department of Magical Law Enforcement?"

The witch was clearly suspicious of him. "What for?" she asked. Draco sighed. This was not going to be easy. He decided to tell it like it was.

"I need to report a case of abuse," he stated firmly. The witch's eyes went wide.

"Of course. I'll take you to the Auror in charge of that kind of thing." She got up and motioned for him to follow her. He was lead to an office with a name on the door, a name that he had hoped to forget, even after all these years. Head Auror Potter, the sign read.

"Head Auror Potter isn't here yet," the witch stated kindly. "But you can wait in his office if you would like."

"Thank you," Draco said, and then the witch was gone. It couldn't have been more than five minutes later when he heard someone walk in. When he turned around to see who it was, his eyes locked with The-Boy-Who-Lived.

"I'm Head Auror Potter," Harry told him. "I heard you have a case of abuse to report."

"No introduction is necessary," Draco said. He took off the hood of his cloak. "Do you recognize me?"

Harry searched his face, looking for some clue as to who this was. Suddenly, he started. It was the eyes that kept drawing him back, and he finally knew why.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, you are hereby under arrest for violating the terms of your parole."