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Draco really needed to piss. He was sitting against the headboard of his bed with his legs bent up, a book open against his knees. He had tried to focus on the words but he couldn't help the images that burned behind his eyes. He imagined Granger, her face twisted in ecstasy as it had been that day on the couch, except now instead of him being the one making her feel that, it was Ron fucking Weasley. Draco knew it was irrational but he wanted to beat Weasley to a pulp, not just for fun like normal, but for even touching her. It was stupid he knew, Granger loved Weasley, everything she had done with Draco had been for him, but he couldn't help it. The thought of Weasley touching her, giving Granger the pleasure that Draco longed to give her made him downright livid. He knew that he had done the right thing not sleeping with her and thus he had no right to be jealous but no else had to know that he was, right? He would keep it to himself and soon enough, he'd get over it.

He had been ignoring the need to pee, he didn't want to go into the bathroom in case Granger hadn't put a silencing charm on her room. He really couldn't bear to listen to her cries of pleasure. However the more pressing issue right now was not wetting his bed. He closed the book and threw it carelessly onto his emerald green comforter and walked out of his room quickly crossing the hall to the bathroom the two Heads shared. He did his business as quickly as possible but just as he was leaving he picked up on raised voices coming from Granger's room. He couldn't help himself, he walked over to the door that led to her room and put his ear to it. He knew it was a little perverted but he couldn't resist the urge. What he had expected to hear was not at all what he did.

'You fucking slut!' He heard the Weasel say. Draco felt a spark of anger. He was supposed to love her, he shouldn't speak to her like that. Unless she likes that, kinky little minx, he thought to himself with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. However, the strangled noise that came from Granger, somewhere between a gasp and a sob, made Draco think that perhaps he may have jumped to the wrong conclusion.

'That's my birthday present is it Hermione? Finding out that my girlfriend who plays at being a sweet innocent girl is actually some kind of mudblood whore? WELL HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO ME!' Ron shouted and Draco assumed that he left by the resounding crash of a slamming door.

Draco was so blind with anger at that moment that when he realised the door was locked he nearly kicked it down to get to her. He turned and retrieved his wand from his room as quick as humanly possible and unlocked the door. He stormed into the room, intending to demand to know what happened but upon seeing Granger he stopped dead. She was sitting on her knees on top of her bed, completely naked. But that was surprisingly not what Draco was struck by. Her head was in her hands and her body shook as she sobbed hysterically. Draco didn't know quite what to do, so he simply acted on instinct.

He moved to her side and grabbed her hands, moving them from her face. She sucked in deep, strained breaths as though she were gasping for air. She looked up at him and he wondered how well she could see anything, her face was so drenched with tears. He felt guilt rise in his throat as she burst out in another bout of ferocious tears upon seeing his face. Draco swallowed quickly and lifted the black shirt he had changed into over his head. He lifted her arms above her head, carefully avoiding looking at her body and pulled the shirt down over her. It was much too big for her and covered her like a dress. If it had been any other occasion Draco would've been hard as stone seeing her wearing nothing but his shirt. But now was not the time.

He slowly sat down on the bed and put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side and holding her whilst sobs continued to wrack her fragile frame. He kissed her forehead gently as she turned her head and continued to cry into his neck. Her hands were cold against his bare chest and he lifted his free hand to stroke her hair, all the while whispering soothing words into her ear, letting her know it would all be alright.

They stayed like that until Granger slowly began to settle. Her breathing steadied and eventually she lifted her now bloodshot brown eyes to Draco's.

'You…' She started before burying her head in the crook of his neck, fresh tears wetting his skin.

He continued to stroke her hair not wanting to push her. He wanted to know what happened. Why Weasley flipped out and why he would say such cruel things to her. Draco knew that over the past seven years he had said things to her of much the same calibre and he would do anything to take them all back but he had at the time been her sworn enemy. Weasley was her boyfriend, he was meant to love her so why on earth would he call her a mudblood? And a whore? He wondered if Granger had told him about their arrangement. He could see her feeling the need to be completely honest with Weasley before handing over her virginity and him not taking it very well indeed. There was another part of his brain that he did not really want to accept that was suggesting another possibility. She had been nervous beforehand, so what if she backed out at the last minute and Weasley not taking that very well either, deciding to take what he wanted anyway. He tried to push those thoughts away, if he continued thinking down that path he would end up tracking the Weasel down and ripping him limb from limb but he wasn't sure yet. He had to be sure.

Eventually he noticed that her breathing had evened out. He pulled back from her a bit to see that she had fallen asleep on him. He smiled and disentangled himself from her. He pulled back the covers of her bed, trying desperately not to wake her. He gently lifted her and placed her back on the bed, pulling the covers up to her chin and kissing her lightly on the forehead. He didn't want to leave her so he sat down in the desk chair that sat in corner of her room and marvelled at how peaceful she looked.

'Malfoy?'

He groaned and rolled over. Unfortunately he was not in bed. He looked up from the ground where he had fallen off the chair he had fallen asleep on to see Granger sitting up in her bed her clearly attempting to stifle a laugh.

'Eugh.' He groaned lifting himself off the ground. He moved to sit on the edge of her bed. 'Morning.' He said with a smile, noticing the way that her eyes seemed to linger on his torso.

'Morning.' She replied with a half-smile, lifting her eyes to his face. 'What were you doing sleeping in my chair?'

'I didn't want to leave you.' He spoke with sincerity. She broke eye contact and fiddled with the fabric of her shirt. My shirt, Draco remembered and tried to keep the smirk from his face.

'Are you alright?' He asked.

She nodded, returning her eyes to his.

'Do you want to talk about what happened?'

'Not really.' She bit her lip.

Draco respected her space but there was something he needed to know. 'Hermione.' He began softly. The look of shock that crossed her face when he used her first name did not escape him. He also noticed the way she stiffened as though bracing herself. She was right to; he used her name because he was deadly serious. 'You don't need to tell me exactly what happened but I need to know if he hurt you.'

She looked at him in disbelief but didn't say anything.

Draco began to see red, his hands clenched into fists. 'Hermione, please tell me he didn't.' He spoke through gritted teeth.

He had closed his eyes and to try and calm his breathing so he didn't see her crawl over to him. He felt her hand on his cheek and opened his eyes to find her kneeling in front of where he sat; a sad look in her beautiful brown eyes. 'No, Draco.' She emphasised his name and gave him a smile. 'He didn't do that, I swear.'

He let out a relieved breath and felt his shoulders relax. He took her hand that was against his face and held it with his own. 'I heard what he called you.' He admitted.

He met her eyes and saw that they were welling up. 'Sorry.' He said bringing her hand to his lips, lightly pressing a kiss to the back of it.

'How much else did you hear?' She said dropping her eyes to her knees.

'Just a string of disgusting insults.'

'I deserved them.' She muttered.

He dropped her hand. 'Don't you dare.'

'You don't know what happened!' She shot at him. 'I broke his heart.' A solitary tear escaped her eye, leaving a glistening trail in its wake.

Draco pulled her into his arms. He tried not to think about the fact that he was half naked and she was wearing nothing but his shirt. It would not do for his semi-hard cock to become fully erect right now.

After a while he couldn't help himself and asked another question. 'Did you tell him about what you did with me?'

She pulled back from him forcefully. 'Concerned about your reputation?' She spat.

'Oi, that's not what I meant at all. It's just the only other thing I can think of for why that fuck would've flipped out.' He said angrily, annoyed that she would think he was being so selfish right now. Though admittedly, he was surprised that he wasn't being more selfish.

She glared at him. 'Look, I'm sorry, it's not my business.' He moved to get up but was stopped by a pair of small hands on his wrists.

'No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped. I'm just really tired.'

His face softened. 'Why don't you go back to sleep for a little while? It's a Saturday, you can sleep all you want.' He smiled.

She smiled back at him but instead of getting back into bed she got up and stood in front of him. His eyes trailed over her body, for the first time seeing her long milky legs disappearing under his own shirt. He swallowed thickly and averted his eyes. He looked up at her to see a knowing smile dancing across her lips.

'I'm going to the bathroom.' She walked towards the door and Draco tried to ignore the sway of her hips.

She was back out in less than two minutes and crawled straight back into her bed. She clearly had no intention of giving his shirt back. He smiled to himself, he didn't mind.

Draco stood up, intending to leave now that she was going to go back to sleep.

'Draco.' He heard Granger whisper, her eyes half closed.

'Yes.' He whispered back. He liked the way his name rolled off her tongue.

'You've gotten me in a lot of trouble you have.' Her eyes were now fully closed but she was smirking. Draco was confused about her meaning but he was happy to see her smile.

He left her room and decided to go and get himself some breakfast. He sat in the great hall on his own, eating his porridge and trying to shift his mind from Granger. He wanted to know what had happened between her and Weasley, what she meant by her breaking his heart, if he had pleased her before the proverbial shit hit the fan.

He finished his breakfast and headed back to the dorm to catch up on some real sleep in his own bed. He was about two corridors away from it when he heard a snarled 'Malfoy!' from behind him.

He turned to see a pissed off Weasley, his face as red as his hair and his hands in tightly clenched fists at his side.

'What is it that I can help you with?' Draco said casually.

'You cunt!' Weasley spat.

'Harsh words. Did you sleep alright Weasel?' Draco just couldn't help himself.

'Your whores aren't enough for you hey ferret? You had to go and fuck my girlfriend too?' He was shouting now.

'I don't know what you're talking about.' Draco spoke with a nonchalant tone.

'Don't fucking play games with me!' Weasley screamed. 'Tell me Draco' there was something off about the way that Weasley said his name that made him quirk an eyebrow, 'was it you that popped Hermione's cherry or has she been slutting around for ages and I'm just the fool that believed she was innocent?'

Something in Draco snapped. Before he could register exactly what he was doing he was holding Weasley against the nearest wall, his arm against the little prick's throat.

'Don't you ever talk about her like that again.' Draco said coldly. The irony of the fact that he, Draco Malfoy was threatening Ron Weasley for not treating Hermione Granger right was not lost on him. 'You know her better than anyone, how can you even think that she's this whore you keep accusing her of being?'

'Yeah I thought I knew her but then I find out she's been fucking you and suddenly I'm not so sure.' For a moment Draco almost felt bad for the guy, he looked genuinely betrayed. But then he remembered watching Granger cry her eyes out last night and he couldn't care less about the asshole.

'For fuck sake Weasley, I've never had sex with her.' It was the truth, technically.

Suddenly something dawned on Draco. 'You didn't get there with her did you?' It was more of a thought out loud than an actual question. He had wondered how far they had gotten considering that she had been naked when he entered the room last night, but now he knew. 'If you had actually had sex with her we wouldn't be having this goddam argument, you would know she was a virgin.'

Weasley's face was contorted with rage. 'No I didn't get to fuck her, I don't know about you but it's a bit of a turn off for me when I'm about to stick my cock in a chic and she moans someone else's name.'

Draco was about to have a go at him for the way he spoke so crudely about sex with Granger, or almost sex, when he realised all of what Weasley had said. He froze, 'She what?'

He could see the shame on Weasley's face but he didn't care. Draco pushed his arm harder against his throat. 'What did she say?'

'Why? You want the satisfaction of knowing that you successfully humiliated me?'

Draco dropped his arm. 'My name.' He breathed, he couldn't believe it.

'Yes your name! She fucking moaned Draco. Are you fucking happy?! How do you think that makes me feel?!' He looked ready to kill Draco.

Draco looked at him, trying to supress the smile he could feel tugging at his lips. 'Look man, I'm sorry but that's really not my fault. And for the record, if you didn't actually sleep with her then she's still a fucking virgin so knock it off with all that slut bullshit because if I hear you calling her anything like that again mate, I'll give you a nice reason to pay Madam Pomfrey a visit.' He gave Weasley a deathly glare before leaving him seething in the corridor.

He couldn't wait to get back to the dorm. She had moaned his name. Not just his name but his actual name, his first name. He had never heard her use his first name until this morning after he had used hers and she had fucking moaned it whilst with Weasley. Draco was downright giddy.

As he reached the portrait he was suddenly jealous that he himself hadn't gotten to hear his name slip from her lips in pleasure. No matter, he thought to himself as he stepped through the portrait hole, I'll make her scream it.

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