Author's Note-- I had originally intended to keep this as a one-shot. But I've been watching a lot of Dramione vids. I recently finished writing a really deep Dark Dasey fic as my LWD subscribers know. I really want to try out making a full length Dramione fic and I didn't understand the potential of this one-shot becoming a feature length until just recently. I'm not as familiar with the Harry Potter series as I am with Life with Derek. Any pointers that HP writers may have for me, let me know them! I love constructive criticism and thoughtful questions! :D Enjoy chapter two! :D

Disclaimer-- Hahahah. Ha.

Hermione tossed and turned. She had gotten him back, why was it bugging her? Was it that she was no longer a virgin? Was it that she had lost it to the most pure-blood crazy slytherin she'd met? Was it that not only did she lock him into the secret but he had locked her into it as well.

Who had more to lose? Who would be more likely to be forgiven for the dirty deed?

Now that she thought about it, it wasn't a very well thought out plan. That had been happening a lot lately. She'd been becoming angrier and frustrated quite easily. Yelling at Ron, scoffing at Harry's 'I'll do it by myself; I'll be fine' crap that he often pulled.

Now that she thought about it. She was annoyed. There was something missing in her life because now it felt incomplete and complicated with deranged questions.

Hermione flipped over and faced the window in the girl's dormitory.

She no doubt loved her friends, and her two best friends. The danger of Malfoy didn't entice her, but even still. There was something different about it.

An hour passed as she pondered his smirk. Minutes thinking about how his body felt and still she didn't know why him seeing her nearly naked had driven her to sleeping with him.

They were hardly sleeping. Who made that phrase anyway?

He'll tell his friends and I'll be the laughing stock of the slytherin common room. The couch that we tainted will be a landmark to the trash-talking assholes of that house.

Hermione scrunched her face in anger, but she didn't wish to seek revenge on him anymore. All she had left to do was wait for the next morning.

Draco laid down gently onto his bed. A moment that he had waited for since he had first seen her was now fulfilled.

Something felt empty about it all.

He thought back to that first train ride.

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The brunette walked stiffly ahead of him, somehow an air of purpose surrounded her. That's what he needed. A purpose.

Draco looked up at his father. He could not wait till he was taller than him, and then he could leer over him and seduce him with another kind of power. Draco never wanted to influence others with his blood, but in being taught that vice and no other, he was never the most intelligent.

In fact, he was quite idiotic.

He glanced at the brunette. Her furry hair was grotesque but her innocent face made it seem perfect for her.

They boarded the train through the same entrance. As though he were doing something wrong he followed after her. She entered into an empty room; He entered it after her and shut the door.

The girl sat next to the window, eyeing him suspiciously. Draco sat across from her.

"Is there something I can help you with?" The brunette asked, not changing her face from the official look it had.

"Yes. I'd like to know your name, and what house you wish to be in." Draco asked, hoping she would say Slytherin. A girl like her, she needed to be near him. He wanted to know more, and she looked the intelligent part.

"Hermione Granger. I don't suppose it should matter what house I'm in as long as I am in the one that is right for me." Draco furrowed his eyebrows.

"I'm going to be in Slytherin. That's the only one right for me." He leaned back arrogantly, hoping to convince her to desire what he desired.

"Why do you say that?" Hermione inquired.

"Because, my entire family was in Slytherin and I'm a pureblood. I have to be in it." Hermione shook her head no and he looked at her questioningly.

"No, you've got that wrong. Not all pure-bloods go to Slytherin. If you're family told that to you, they were lying." Draco sighed. She didn't understand his family, nor what he meant by that statement.

"They didn't tell me that I could only be in Slytherin because I was pure-blood, they said that they got in because they were pure-blood and that I will too."

"Well what if it's not right for you…Why are you letting Slytherin be your only option?"

"Why don't you want Slytherin? Is there something wrong with it?" Hermione glared at him. His eyes scorched back. She stood.

"There will be something wrong with it if you make it wrong. Don't just take people's word for everything, or you'll be ignorant to any common sense or intelligence." Draco stood.

"You don't know me or who you are dealing with. I've known you barely a half-hour and you treat me like I am just a mud blood." Hermione curled her brows inward, wondering what the word meant.

"I'm not treating you badly if that's what you mean. I'm treating you with honesty. And not too harshly might I add. Don't take my advice, I really don't care, and I won't bother giving it to you again." She gave him one glance and exited the compartment.

Draco sat down. He was right. There was something different about her; She wasn't going to get into Slytherin because of it.

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It was at that moment he remembered that his ignorance had driven her in the direction of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Of course she had run into Neville first; How sickeningly admirable of her to help out a stranger and be brutally honest with another.

In the back of his mind he knew that their distance was mainly his fault; It still bothered him that he had wanted the closeness.

She was dirty blood; forbidden.

And it dawned on him. He was the child of a dark man, and when you are on the dark side you love all things forbidden.

And when you are dark, the forbidden things are the sweeter sides of life. It made his stomach turn, the anger he had at his teenage confusions and lusts were too confusing to deal with at the moment.

He turned over and fell into slumber.

The dawn came too early for Hermione who got too little of sleep. There were small circles beneath her eyes and she covered it with a smidgen of make-up.

Not wanting to deal with anyone she left the common room and went to the library. Only the librarian and other book-smart students would be up here this early as everyone else was either sleeping, waking up, or eating breakfast.

A few Ravenclaws were conversing in a corner. As she came into the library they stopped their chatter and looked at her. She smiled, but it had become apparent to her that she was becoming paranoid. Her first thought was that they were talking about her.

Hermione knew that logically that was not what they were discussing, people just liked their privacy.

The Ravenclaws smiled and left Hermione to the library.

Draco woke up to Amaryllis hovering above him. Not expecting her to be there he jumped, and she laughed.

"I see you are at attention this morning. Lovely dreams I presume?" She eyed him up and down and it took a moment for him to grasp what exactly she was talking about.

Draco buried the covers above his crouch and looked at her jovially.

"Yeah, lovely dreams." Amaryllis laughed.

"Need any help with it? As you know I'm always here for you." Draco grimaced. Last nights pleasures had killed all the attraction out of her for the moment. Of course she didn't realize that he had slept with another woman, and he wasn't about to tell her, but it would be quite odd if he rejected. He never rejected her.

"Do you have anything blue beneath your clothes?" Amaryllis smiled. She unbuttoned her shirt after she looked around to see if anyone was there. After a flicker of light from her want, her green bra turned blue. Draco frowned. "Light blue." She looked a little confused but obliged to his wishes. When her bra and underwear were both light blue, he succumbed to the fantasy that it was still last night, and that he was still deep inside Hermione.

None of the books that Hermione buried her mind in could fully take her away from the situation at hand.

In agitation she closed the book, put it away, and left the library to have a bit of breakfast before the days torture.