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Chapter 12

Hermione slowly made her way to the library. Is Ron really going to apologise? That will be a first. She thought. She traveled down the corridors until she reached her sanctuary. The books filled the room with a musty smell as she traveled to the restricted section. Only seventh years were allowed back there, with the exception of the trio in their sixth year.

Ron sat on the table in the far back corner where they usually did their research. The window to the right let little light through because of the shadow cast by the rest of the castle. There were three chairs as usual and Hermione her chair in the corner. "You wanted to see me Ron?" she asked politly.

Ron casualy sat next to her on the table. "I'm- I'm sorry about how I acted at breakfast this morning." He whispered.

"Ron thank you. That means a lot. I don't expect you to accept the fact that me and Draco are together-"

"I don't agree." He responded coldly.

"- but to know that you still want to be my friend is touching." She finished. She didn't mind the fact that he had rudely interrupted her.

"Hermione I want us to be more than friends!" he nearly shouted.

Hermione was shocked. She knew that he had feelings for her, but she just thought those feelings were brotherly. Like Harry, he would always be there, as a brother, and nothing else. "Ron, I don't know what to say. But I have to decline. I don't like you in that way. I'm with Draco and I lo-"

"Don't you dare say that you love that ferret!" Ron was close to bursting.

"Ron lower you voice!" She hushed.

"Hermione, you can't expect your relationship with him to last. It's just not possible." He had her up against the wall now.

"Ron, I don't want to hurt you, but you need to back off and calm down." She bagan to shuffle away when he yanked on her upper arm and smashed his lips into hers.

It took her a moment to realise what he was doing when she pushed him as hard as she could. (A/N. Apollogise for Ron's douchebaggyness!) She slapped him as hard as she could before running from the library, leaving Ron stunned behind her, cussing and pounding his head into a nearby wall.

Hermione ran from the library all the way to her dorm, up the stairs and into her room. Draco was sitting where she left him, but with the addition of a shirt.

"So how'd it go?" He asked before he was thrown back on the bed and Hermione was climbing ontop of him.

"No talking." She purred in his ear seductively. She could feel him getting hard already beneath her. She pulled her shirt off her body and dove at his lips.

"Any interruptions this time?" he asked between her kisses.

She grabbed her wand off the bedside table and flicked it at the door. "Not anymore." She tore at anything she could get ahold of.

Draco was surprised by the ferociousness of everything she was doing, but he wasn't going to let her stop. They spent the rest of the day fucking each other sensless.

Hermione woke up sore in different places. She smiled at the aches in her body as she remembered what caused them. She shifted out of the bed quietly and traveled to their bathroom. So looked in the mirror and nearly jumped out of her socks (that is if she were wearing anything.).

Her face was pale and her hair had the bush of her first year times ten. She ran her charmed brush through her hair until it was perfect. Her chest and neck were covered with red splotches and purple and green spots began to form on her arms. If she turned around she would see the long red streaks trailing from her shoulders to the small of her back.

She leaned in closer to the mirror to examine her face. Her eyelids sagged and she had several hickies under her chin. Right under the lobes of her ears were red and purple dots. She looked closely at her lips and they were dotted purple. She poked at it and it was sore.

If her upperbody looked this bad, she didn't even want to bother with the lower half.

"I would expect you to look like a war hero after the way you acted last night." A voice sounded from behind her.

She gave a small jump and turned around to look at her lover.

He looked as much of a war hero as she did. Red streaks covered his chest, some redder than others, some actually drew blood. His back would look the same. His thighs were turning green and blue and his stomach was red.

A closer look would show that his neck had red splotches and his shoulders were covered in bite marks, some had dried blood on them. His eyes were blood shot and his lips purple. If he turned around, the skin underneath the hair on his neck would be red from pulling.

"What happened?" she whispered.

He walked over and circled his arms around her waist, being carefull of any sore spots, and placed a small kiss on her neck. "I think that you came in here and went animal crazy on me. As crazy as this may sound, I can't wait to see that Hermione again. Just… not anytime soon."

She turned around to face him and hooked her arms around his neck. "You look terrible." She kissed his, but pulled away quickly at the contact of their lips. The bruising was painfull.

"I think we should give the kissing a break." He whispered in her ear.

He reached over and turned on the water. Steam began fill the room as he unwrapped himself from her grasp. "I don't know about you, but I could use a shower."

He stepped in followed by Hermione. What they did is unknown for no one could see through the steam.