Draco Malfoy stood there, shoulders tense, hands curled into fists. His eyes were red from crying, his eyelashes glistening. His expression was wild, passionate from brokenness and… anger? He breathed furiously as he looked at her, and gulped visibly.

Meanwhile Hermione was frozen in terror and confusion, her mouth still open in shock. What is Malfoy doing?! Why is he here?

He started towards her, his strides unfocused and wide. Hermione slipped her hand into her robe pocket by instinct, searching for her wand. When her hand reached nothing but the silken cloth of her clothes, she silently cursed herself for her carelessness and forgetfulness.

"Malfoy…" Hermione growled at him, as he kept going towards her.

She started to back away, attempting to run while still looking back, but the boy quickly advanced upon her.

"Draco Malfoy, if you dare even put a finger on me, I will seriously hex you." she warned in an attempted defiant voice, but she was obviously scared as her voice shook.

He backed her up against a cold, roughly-hewn rock wall, and bent down so close to Hermione's face that she could feel his warm, shallow breaths against her cheek.

Suddenly, Draco cupped Hermione's face in his rough hands and pulled it towards his own. Their lips collided forcefully, Draco desperately kissing her as if she were his life line.

Hermione squealed in surprise, she obviously thought he was going to do something else. She tried to scream and squirmed, pushed and hit his chest. She struggled to get his hands of her face as she felt his lips move against her own.

Finally she decided it was time for the worst and that she had most clearly warned him. She patted around Draco's robe, feeling for his wand. He thought she was responding to his kiss and moaned passionately.

Hermione shuddered in disgust and anger as she finally found the wand. Aiming the wand straight at Draco's shoulder, she muttered a hex under her breath.

Draco winced hard and stumbled back. A small burn, much like a cigarette burn, and seared into his robes. He looked at it is pain and surprise, and looked back at Hermione as if she at betrayed him.

"Ohhh…" he groaned as he rubbed it. "Give me back my wand. I'm surprised it worked so well for a Mudblood like you."

Hermione was deeply insulted. She widened her eyes and stepped forward, braver than before because of her newly obtained weapon. "You just kiss-raped me, then you call me a Mudblood? You know there is plenty more from where that came from."

"Whatever." He snapped.

"Do you want your wand back or not?" Hermione struggled to get the words out through her tightly gritted teeth. Draco shrugged and rolled his eyes when he thought she wasn't looking.

She have him a hard stare and turned on her heel. Two sets of footsteps echoed outside to the cooling night air and the deep navy sky. Hermione knew a secret bench in between the castle's ivy covered walls and she decided to go there. She knew Draco would follow her because he still needed his wand.

As they walked, Hermione worked furiously to figure what had just happened. She wondered why he would kiss her, why he was crying but angry at the same time. Just the thought made her nauseous.

Reaching the bench, Hermione sat down pressed on one side of it and looked away. The boards creaked under the weight of another person sitting down on the other side.

Much quieter now, the person asked tentatively, "Can I have my wand back now?"

"No." Hermione gave him the straight and truthful answer. She swept the wand over herself to clean up the now cold pumpkin juice on her front. Looking over, she noticed that the orange had stained Draco's front over too, as he had pressed their bodies together during the kiss.

She almost vomited at the memory. She swept the wand over him too to clean it off.

She heard him scoff and say, "You know I could've done that too. That's my wand, and I should be the one who is doing this right now-"

Wanting to get to the point, Hermione asked him, "Why did you kiss me?"