Alright guys, you win. The poll has been posted for two days and I've been watching it closely. The fact of the matter is as of now, there has been 99 votes, 96 of you said to continue while only three said no, and I believe I said I would go with majority. So, heres chapter 3.

Draco was having a hard week. He couldn't get the picture of the book loving prude, wrapped around his father out of his head. It had to be a trick, there was no way the world had gone off kilter so quickly that it would lead his pure blooded, deatheater father into the arms of a Gryffindor Mudblood – something just wasn't adding up.

He tried to talk to Pansy about it but she was in just as much denial as he was over the situation. If he were to bring it up, Pansy would say she didn't remember anything or would look very close to tears – the whole thing was driving him mad and he needed answers.

"Granger" Draco shouted one day after they had left potions. Hermione sighed but turned around anyway.

"What do you need Malfoy?"

"You are coming with me up to the common room and we are going to talk about this... thing you have going on with my father."

Hermione let out a breath, she knew this would happen, she was just surprised it had taken as long as it did.

"Alright Malfoy, lets go."

Students stopped and watched as the head boy and head girl made their way up to their private dorms without a string of insults to go along with them. Draco followed Hermione, scrutinizing her body as she walked but it was hard to see anything under the robes she wore. There had to be something there for his father to want her, there just had to be.

They finally made it up to their dorms and went inside where Draco finally broke the sience with a singe word 'WHY'. Hermione poured herself a glass of water and sat down on the couch.

"I don't know Malfoy... it just sort of happened." she replied

"Just sort of happened?" Draco asked angrily, "This is not something that just sort of happens .. I don't get it."

"Really Malfoy, What's there to get? I happen to think your father is... attractive and for some reason it appears he thinks of me in the same way."

Draco let out a groan, she wasn't making this easy, "How long?"

"Well, I guess it started a little over two weeks ago." she answered, she didn't feel he needed all of the details.

"Your father and I were trapped together for several hours. He had been hit with a bucket filled with ever-freeze water and when I got trapped in the room with him, he was already in shock due to the temperature of his body. I tried to cast warming spells on him, I tried to dry out his clothes, but nothing worked so I... I used my own body heat to warm him up and gave him my shirt to help with the warmth."

Draco looked up from the spot on the floor he had found interesting and stared at the small witch on the couch, "Why would you do that for someone like my father, someone who not so long ago would have killed you because of your blood?"

Brown met gray for several seconds before she sighed, "I couldn't let him die Malfoy, it doesn't matter who he was or what he had done... I couldn't just sit there and let someone's father die, I couldn't just let someones life slip away because of petty differences, I just couldn't" she answered breathlessly.

"He wouldn't have done the same for you." Draco stated. Yes, he respected Granger a little more for what she had done but he still couldn't get over the fact of who she was and who she was with, it would take more then one act of kindness for him to ever be remotely alright with this.

"I know that Malfoy." she replied. She wasn't an idiot, she knew he would have let her die if it was her that had been hit with the water, but she had to give Lucius a chance, maybe she could bring some kind of light into his darkened world.

"Do yourself a favor Muddy, Don't get too attached. I have a feeling he will use you until you are worn out and move on."

Hermione rose from the couch and side stepped him, she didn't need his crap or his re-enforcement of her own thoughts. She knew their relationship – whatever it consisted of – would never be anything more then it was, it just wasn't possible.

"Did I upset you Mudblood?" He asked with a sneer, "If I did then I have succeeded, my father is way out of your league anyway."

Hermione just ignored him and walked to her room, she suddenly didn't feel like going to class and would just tell Minerva she wasn't feeling well.

Draco smirked triumphantly a left the commons with a smirk on his face and a spring in his step... his week was getting better.

Hermione crawled into her bed and covered up. Draco was being a bastard and she knew it but it didn't help that he was right. She made up her mind to still see Lucius, but she would keep her feelings out of it, the last thing she needed was Draco's gloating while she hid in the common room, crying over a man that no one knew anything about.

The next day was Friday and Lucius was due to visit. Hermione sent a message to her head of house and stayed in bed all day. She didn't want to face Draco, she didn't want to find out if he or Pansy had suddenly broke their silence just to hurt her more, nope, she was content to stay right where she was, tucked safely into her warm bed.

The day passed by quickly and despite what Draco had said, Hermione was actually looking forward to his visit. She spent the day placing up barriers in her mind against any and all emotions that were not directly connected with sex. One didn't need to love in order to shag, it just wasn't necessary. All that was needed were two willing bodies with the intent of relief – that was it.

She finally slid on a robe and made her way down to the common room to wait for Lucius. Unfortunatly for her, Draco was already there.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?' Hermione asked

Draco looked up from his book and smirked, "Still going to shag my father huh?"

"That is none of your business Malfoy. What I do with my life is none of your concern."

Draco slammed his book shut and stood from the couch quickly, "You, Granger, Are supposed to be the smart one. Why are you setting yourself up for disappointment? You know as well as I do that my father will never think anything more of you then an easy, forbidden lay."

"Shut up Malfoy, I know this already and I've accepted it. I'm not after your fathers money or name so if thats what you are thinking, you can just push that right out of your mind. I know your father will never see me as more then a Mudblood that he wants to shag on occasion, I know all of this so why don't you just back off and leave me to do what I want to do."

"Because you don't deserve to be touched by someone like him. You are not worthy of a Malfoy's attentions whether it is purely sexual or not. You are not only a Mudblood, but now you have crossed the line to being a Mudblood whore." he spat

Hermione lifted her chin, gave Draco the finger and made her way back to her room. His words hurt, she tried to ignore them but he was right, she must be a whore for letting a man ravage her body when she knew that he would reject her in the end and add a notch to his bedpost. She took off her robe and crawled back into bed, she suddenly wasn't feeling like having company.

Draco nor Hermione were aware of the angry gray eyes that had watched the entire thing. It bothered him to know Hermione thought so little of herself that she allowed Draco's words to get to her and it bothered him that his son did not listen to him and stay out of it. He pushed the door open completely and walked inside.

"We need to talk Draco." Lucius stated

Draco looked up and his eyes went wide, he knew he was in for it by the way his father looked at him.