[Authors Note: This is a rewrite of the Room of Requirement chapter. The first version I posted sucked!]

The task of fixing the Vanishing Cabinet was proving to be much more difficult than Draco had imagined. For a plan that had been inspired by Montague, it was proving very difficult indeed.

Draco thought he heard a something outside but the sound was drowned out as the clock chimed 12.

He cast an Invisibility spell over the Cabinet as the chiming from the clock ceased. A scream pierced the air. Draco sprinted out of the door to see what had happened.

Hermione was leaning against the wall across from the Room. For a split second Draco thought everything was fine but then he noticed that her blouse was ripped open and her wand was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, a figure came out of nowhere and pinned Hermione to the wall by her hair.

She screamed out in denial and tried to fight him off but the guy was a foot taller than Hermione and much stronger. He pulled her hair down to force her mouth upwards. He kissed her.

Draco lunged, grabbing the guy by around the neck and yanking him away from Hermione. He could barely see through his anger, but he recognized Cromwell, a 5th year Slytherin prefect.

Cromwell was massive, but Draco was bigger. Before he knew it, he had punched Cromwell in the face. Blood spouted from Cromwells nose. For a moment. he looked confused, but then his fist met with Draco's jaw. Draco toppled over and now Cromwell was on top of him. His fist smashed against Draco's head. But in addition to being bigger, Draco was also stronger and smarter. He avoided Cromwell next punch and grabbed him around the neck to pull him down. He punched Cromwell in the face, again and again until blood was spurting from his mouth, his lips, his teeth. Draco had forgotten that he had a wand, all he wanted to do was beat this kid unconscious. He was about to land a final blow when Hermione yelled something.

A blue light flashed between the boys and they both went flying. Cromwell landed hard against the wall, and thudded to the ground, unconscious.

Draco hit the opposite wall and the wind was knocked out of him as he fell.

Hermione and Draco's eyes met. Both were cold steel. Draco was the first to speak.

"What the fuck, Hermione." He said through gritted teeth.

Hermione gave Draco an incredulous look as he stood up gingerly. He approached her, wincing as he felt his bruised chin.

"You were about to kill the kid, I had to do something!" She said furiously, buttoning her blouse back together and brushing her hair out of her eyes.

Draco came closer, "I wasn't going to kill him, but I'm also not going to just watch someone else touching you."

A heat shot through Hermione but she couldn't tell whether it was lust for Draco or fury towards him. Nowadays they were one and the same.

"I'm not your girlfriend, Draco. I can take care of myself. And I don't need you to defend me." She turned to leave before she did or said something else stupid in front of him.

Draco grabbed Hermione by the arm and pressed his forehead against hers. His lips were millimeters from hers. They were so close, she moved to kiss him but he moved back instead. He pushed her up against the wall, not as Cromwell had done, but slowly and gently. His fingers caressed the exposed skin of her waist, raising goosebumps there. The unwelcome heat flared between her thighs again and in her cheeks. She saw the twinkle in his eyes.

"Don't touch me," she said, but did nothing to stop him. True to form, Draco ignored her. He intertwined his fingers into her hair and pulled her into him. Their lips finally met, sweetly but desperately. He pinned her arms above her, and began kissing her neck. She could smell his sweat. His adrenaline was pumping from the fight. She felt his hardness press against her stomach. That strange mixture of lust and loathing coursed through Hermiones veins.

She had almost reached the Room of Requirement when Cromwell jumped her. He had started harassing her at the beginning of the corridor, mocking her eagerness in class, mocking her voice and how she walked. When he called her Mudblood, she finally turned and cast a Liplock hex on him. That had just made him angry. He wrestled Hermiones wand out of her hand and ripped her shirt in retaliation.

She was grateful that Draco had been there to help her. Cromwell was strong and she was weak when she was wandless. But she couldn't bear the fact that she needed Dracos help. It was killing her that he rescued her. All she wanted to do was go back up to the dormitories and lick the wounds to her pride. But whatever he was doing to her next right now was making her wet.

She sighed as Draco pulled her skirt up, slowly, hesitantly. The heat between Hermiones legs grew as Draco caressed her, lightly passing his fingers over her most private areas. Hermione tried to fight his touch, but Draco could feel the wet spot forming on her panties.

"Do you want me to stop?" He whispered in her ear, before taking her earlobe in between his teeth.

Her heart was pounding, but she shook her head.

With his other hand, he pulled his own pants down, still slowly, testing the waters. He wanted her, bad. Hermione threw a leg around his waist and he bent down a little to enter her.

In one stroke, he buried himself inside of her so quickly, it made her breathless.

"You are mine, Hermione." Draco whispered in her ear. She could hear his hunger in his voice.

"Fuck you, Draco Malfoy." She moaned each word as he pushed into her again and again, deeper than she had ever thought possible.

"That's right," Draco said, lifting Hermione up against the wall, "Fuck me."

Automatically, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He slipped a hand into her panties and ran his fingers down her slick slit. She shuddered but didn't give in. He started exploring her sex with his fingers, until he found what he was looking for. He placed just the slightest amount of pressure on her most sensitive area. Something surged through Hermione, she was close to the edge.

"Tell me Hermione," he said, "Has anyone ever fucked you like I do?"

She didn't answer him, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was the only person who could make her feel this way. As punishment, he pushed into her clit just a bit harder. Her legs were beginning to shake but her orgasm was still out of reach.

He pinched the flesh of her clit and, with a sudden cry, Hermione came harder than she ever had in her life. And Draco came with her, gasping as he thrust one into her last time. They both leaned against the wall for support.

"Fuck," Hermione moaned, guiding Draco out from her tender sex. She tried to get out from underneath him, but he held her fast to the wall and pressed his forehead to hers.

"Are you going to tell me what the fuck happened with Cromwell." He said, piercing her with his grey eyes.

"Why, does it bother you?" She laughed, pulling herself free to tug clothes into place. She realized she was still fully dressed, somehow. But she felt completely naked with Draco glaring at her.

Standing outside the Room of Requirement, the room in which he was betraying everyone, Draco knew that there was no possibility of them ending up together. When he started fucking her, she was never supposed to be anything to him. Just a physical release of the burden he was carrying. But seeing Cromwell on her just made him see red. And he was serious, if anyone ever touched her like that again, they were dead. He surprised himself with the amount of rage he felt just thinking about Cromwell's hands on her.

"I told you," he said, unblinkingly, "you're mine, Hermione. If I ever see another guy touch you again, I will kill him."

Hermione's jaw almost dropped open in surprise as he turned his back and started walking away. She certainly wasn't expecting him to act like that.

"Meet me by the Quidditch Pitch tomorrow." She shouted after him

And he agreed.