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Ginny was furious, to say the least. She didn't know what that prick had said to Hermione, but she knew that it must've been something rather cruel for Hermione to have run off like that. And she didn't know why Draco had been eavesdropping in the first place, or how much of that conversation he had heard, but a small portion of the conversation was too much for him to have heard. Malfoy went too far this time, and now he was going to get it.

She stormed into the Great Hall and went right to the Slytherin table. Malfoy was laughing with his friends- Ginny assumed about his latest attack on Hermione. The bastard, Ginny thought sourly. "'Oi! Malfoy! Who the hell do you think you are?!" Ginny huffed in fury. He feigned a look of innocence. "Don't bother, Ferret."

"What's the problem, Weasley?" He laughed, his smirk returning as fast as it disappeared. Ginny growled.

"You know very well what the problem is, and I demand an answer, you bastard." She got right in his face as he stood up to face her. "What. The hell. Did. You. Do to Hermione?" Her eyes were dangerous, her wand in hand. Yet Malfoy had no fear of her- that was painfully obvious as soon as he had backed her against a wall. His voice was strained and his eyes were hurt. His

"Stay out of it, and you'll be better off. All I did was try to fend off someone from my property. You wouldn't understand my reasoning, and I don't expect you to. But what I did was for Hermione's own good. You would understand if you knew how much I-" He cut himself off. "This conversation stays between you and me, Weasley, or you're going to regret it later." He let her leave, and she just stood there for a second before dashing away, over to her house's table. Her mind was whirring. What the hell had just happened?

Ginny was debating who she should tell- of course, she wouldn't tell anyone. It was a silly thought to have that Harry would know what to do. She was too deep in thought to notice the worried Draco staring at her. Then, he left the Great Hall, only his friends from Slytherin wondering what was wrong with him. And not a soul followed him out- no one dared bother him when he looked so mad. He reached in his pocket and held the paper gently. He had something to return to its proper owner.

So Hermione sat in the corner of the library, wishing she could just die. Draco hated her. The one man she loved, the one man she would take a killing curse for, hated her guts. And now she was huddled in a corner of the library, crying silently, wishing he would come in and sweep her off her feet. She knew, however, that she wouldn't be swept off her feet. Of course he hated her. She was a mudlbood, after all, and he was a pureblood. For a second, Hermione had actually thought Draco had changed his point of view after the war. But who could change that self-righteous, no-good, son of a-

"Quit that infernal crying, Hermione. It's getting rather irritating." Draco was there, then, sitting next to her by the wall. She froze, her body trembling in fear of him. But she wouldn't let on how sad she really was. She wouldn't show how desperate she felt.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" She muttered. His hand went to her hand, but she yanked it away. He heard him sigh. God, that sigh was sooooooo dreamy- no, she wouldn't melt this time. Never again. Not for a boy who clearly thought she was impure and disgusting. "Haven't you done enough?" She hissed. She turned to face the wall.

"Turn around, Hermione." He begged.

"No."

"Please, Hermione, turn around."

"I said no. Why don't you just go find a hole to die in, you worthless bastard?" She snapped. His jaw hung open. Apparently, he hadn't heightened his chances of her falling for him by deterring her from this other boy. So, he went for plan b. He pulled the paper from his pocket and began to read it aloud.

"Hannah fell into the kiss of her stormy-eyed captor, unable to control herself. She found his hands at her chest, rubbing her slowly. In a matter of minutes, she was in his bed, legs spread, and finding the length of her bitter enemy buried deep inside her. It was a flash of ecstasy, and she was screaming his name minutes later. 'Daniel! Oh, Daniel, yes! Harder, faster!' And he obliged, continuing to fuck the little-"

"How did you get that?!" Her voice sounded in alarm. Well, that got her attention. "That's personal!" She turned to grab at it, but Draco stood up to get it out of her reach. She stood up, too, and reached for her paper. He held it above her head teasingly, She didn't bother jumping for it. "Give it back, Malfoy." Give it back! As if she was getting away that easily.

"Try calling me something other than 'Malfoy.' That get's so old, Hermione. " Draco yawned as he folded the paper up in midair.

"Fine, give it back, Draco." She said it with a certain spite, and he decided to drag this out. He had a kindling of an idea what he wanted to happen. And, believe me, Draco always got what he wanted. His smirk grew even more dangerous than before, and Hermione flinched.

"Try again, little pet." The little pet part came out on accident. Draco bit back a curse at himself. idiot, now look what you've done. She figured it out too quickly, Draco silently panicked. Luckily, she looked unwilling to say it.

"I'm not saying that, and you know it. There's nothing that can make me say that." She stuttered nervously. I knew she was lying. "Now give me back my paper."

"Don't you think everyone would be interested to know that the Gryfinndor Princess isn't so innocent after all?" It just came out. That's the game he was playing at. Blackmail- not a foreign concept to either of them- was still pretty low, even with Malfoy standards. "We wouldn't want anyone knowing exactly how erotic you are, would we?"

Hermione hung her head. "No we wouldn't... Master." She sighed in defeat. Truthfully, Hannah had been her. And her stormy eyed captor? That was obvious.

Draco cast a spell on the paper and it disappeared. "I'm keeping that for leverage." Then he went in to kiss her tenderly. She melted and didn't fight against it. When the kiss ended, he patted her on the back, smirked, and said: "That's a good girl."

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