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I grew up in a small town,
and when the rain would fall down.
I�d just stare out my window.
Dreaming of what could be,
and if I�d end up happy.
I would pray.

Draco Malfoy was having a bad day. He was sick of his father always bullying him around. He was also sick of Harry Potter always getting all the attention because he was such a �hero.�

While it wasn�t hard for Draco to find someone willing to shag him (usually it was Pansy Parkinson). Today he wanted something else. Draco wanted a challenge that would make him at least somewhat rebellious against his father, Lucius Malfoy.

Trying not to reach out,
but when I tried to speak out.
Felt like no one could hear me.
Wanted to belong here,
but something felt so wrong here.
So I prayed I could
Breakaway.
Draco had just barely finished his fifth year at Hogwarts when it happened. Lucius had failed Voldemort. Lucius was supposed to get the records of the prophecy between Lord Voldemort and Harry Potter, but failed and was sent to Azkaban Prison. Voldemort was definitely not pleased. He threatened to kill all of the Malfoy�s. Lucius, Narcissa, and even Draco who had only just turned 17.

However, Lucius made a deal with Lord Voldemort. He told him he would let him (Voldemort) make Draco a Death Eater and that he could give him any task to complete. By the end of his school holiday, Draco had the Dark Mark on his arm. It burned every time the Dark Lord wanted a meeting with him or had the task ready for him. Draco didn�t want to do any of it. He didn�t want to be involved with the Dark Lord. He didn�t want to have to kill the person he was going to have to kill. Of course, Lord Voldemort gave Draco a few �tests� before giving him the mission to kill Albus Dumbledore. Draco had accomplished all three tests and he hated it, but he couldn�t say no to his father for the fear of being beaten to death if and when he ever got out of Azkaban. Not to mention he didn�t want his family to get killed. Especially his mother, Narcissa.

I�ll spread my wings, and I�ll learn how to fly.
I�ll do what it takes �till I touch the sky.
Make a wish,
take a chance,
make a change,
and
breakaway.

Before he was to complete his mission of killing Dumbledore by the end of his sixth year. Draco was given another task. He had to fix a vanishing cabinet at Hogwarts that allowed people to travel from a dark art�s shop in Nocturne Alley to Hogwarts and vice versa.

�Draco, do you understand the tasks I am giving you? If you can�t follow through on both of them, your mother and father will die just like that filthy Harry Potter�s.� Voldemort told Draco as he was on his knees in front of his master receiving the Dark Mark. He�d finally killed his three people.
�Yes, my Lord. I understand and will not fail you,� Draco replied.
Shortly after he was excused. When Narcissa saw the Dark Mark on his arm. She began to have a fit. Before he could even say, anything to her Narcissa apparated out of the room. Draco guessed she was going to visit Bellatrix Lestrange. When Narcissa returned to the Malfoy Mansion. She informed Draco that Severus Snape had made an Unbreakable Vow. That he would do everything in his power to make sure no harm came to Draco, and it was ok with Lord Voldemort.

Out of the darkness and into the sun,
but I won�t forget all the
ones that I love.
I�ll take a risk,
take a chance,
make a change,
and
breakaway.

A couple days later Draco was on the train going back to Hogwarts. Harry Potter slipped into his compartment to spy on Draco, and he�d ended up breaking Potter�s nose. He didn�t want to think about the fact that he was a Death Eater or the tasks he had been given. Draco for once just wanted to sit back and say nothing. The whole thing on the train caused Draco to be in a very bad mood the rest of the day. Not to mention he was thinking about how sucky his last two years at Hogwarts would now be. No more Quidditch, no being a Prefect (although to the school he still was), and practically no other extracurricular activities. All of his spare time would have to be spent working on his tasks. One had to be completed before the other, and he was sure fixing it would take quite a long while.

I want to fell the warm breeze,
sleep under a palm tree,
feel the rush of the ocean.
Get onboard a fast train.
Drive a luggage airplane far away
and breakaway.

After two months of trying to fix the vanishing cabinet. Draco was still no closer to figuring out how to fix it. Voldemort was starting to get impatient. In fact he now had Draco working on it so much that he was only allowed to eat once a day. Draco was starting to lose weight. He was always hungry and exhausted.

One late night after the Dark Lord had given Draco permission to go get some sleep. Draco opened the door of the Room of Requirements and began walking back to the Slytherin Common Room. He was near the prefect�s bathroom when he heard the sounds of someone crying, and he knew it wasn�t Moaning Myrtle. Normally, he wouldn�t care and he�d just continue on to wherever he was going. This particular night though, curiosity got the best of him.

When he walked into the bathroom, Draco saw Hermione Granger sitting down against the wall with her head resting on her knees, and she was crying. Great that filthy little Mudblood�s crying. Probably over that stupid Weasley again. He thought.
�Granger, why are you crying in here? I could hear you all the way down the hall,� Draco said trying to sound like he didn�t give a damn about her.
I�ll spread my wings and I�ll learn how to fly.
I�ll do what it takes till I touch the sky,
and I won�t forget all the ones that I love.
I gotta take a risk,
take a chance,
make a change, and
breakaway.
�Don�t worry about it, Malfoy. You wouldn�t understand.� Hermione replied looking up at him. She stood up from where she was sitting and went over to the sink to wash her face before going back to her room. Draco just stood there and watched her.
�I don�t know, Granger. You might be surprised at how well I do understand. Especially if it�s Ron Weasley you�re crying over again,� Draco shot back.
�How could you understand something like that?� Hermione asked. She couldn�t believe they were actually having a halfway-civilized conversation, or that he could tell she was upset over Ron again. He�d gone and started snogging that Lavender Brown to make Hermione jealous. Just because she�d kissed Viktor Krum at the Yule Ball during their fourth year.
�Because, Granger . . . It just so happens, I�m in a similar situation. In fact mine is probably a little more complicated then yours,� he said walking over to the sink where she was standing and putting his arm out onto the side of it to prop himself up.
Why am I doing this? She�s a Mudblood. Draco thought.
Why is he doing this? Being so nice to me when he�s never liked me? Hermione thought back. Then she noticed how thin and tired Draco looked.
�Draco, are you ok? You�re looking a little thinner. Not to mention you look exhausted,� Hermione asked.
Buildings with a hundred floors.
Swingin around evolving doors.
Maybe I don�t know where they�ll take me,
but I gotta keep movin on, movin on.
I�ll spread my wings and I�ll learn how to fly.
Though it�s not easy to tell you good-bye.
Gotta take a risk,
take a chance,
make a change,
and breakaway.
Out of the darkness and into the sun, but I won�t
forget the place that I come from.
I gotta take a risk,
take a chance,
make a change,
and
breakaway.

Draco wasn�t sure how to answer that so he just turned around and walked away. He didn�t stop once on the way back to his room. He pulled his clothes off, put on a pair of shorts, and went to bed.
Why the Hell did, I talk to Hermione? Wait, did I just call her by her first name and not Granger or Mudblood? I must be a lot more tired then I thought. Draco thought as he fell fast asleep.
Soon after Draco left the bathroom. Hermione gathered her things together and went to her room. She got changed into her pajamas and crawled under her covers and fell asleep.

The next morning at breakfast Hermione glanced over at the Slytherin table, but didn�t see Malfoy. So she continued onto her classes. She would see him in Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Transfiguration that day. Not to mention they had apparation lessons at around 4pm. While Hermione was eating breakfast.

Draco was back in the Room of Requirements trying to figure out how to fix that stupid vanishing cabinet. He�d turned Crabbe and Goyle into girls again using the Imperious Curse and Polyjuice Potion. Harry and Ron were busy trying to figure out where Malfoy was, and whether or not he was in deed a Death Eater. Hermione kept telling them no.

Later in Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts Hermione kept looking at Draco. He looked like he was in some sort of pain as he sat there whispering to Crabbe and Goyle. When Professor Snape dismissed them, since it was her last class and she had an hour before apparation lessons, she decided to follow him for a bit and make sure he was ok. She gave Harry and Ron some stupid excuse like she was going to go knit some more clothes for House Elves or something. Hermione had been quietly following Draco. They were now on the seventh floor near the bathroom again when he stopped abruptly.

�I know you�re following me Granger.� He said as she tried to hide behind a wall. �Well are you going to come walk beside me? Or do I have to stand here all day?� Draco asked. Hermione ran up to him. When she got to his side, she noticed he was looking really hungry.
�Are you ok, Draco? You didn�t look so well in Potions or Defense Against the Dark Arts?� Hermione asked.
�I�m fine . . . Did you just call me Draco?� He replied sounding a little confused.
�Yes, I did. It is your name right?� Hermione asked sarcastically and then reached out to his arm and pulled him into a doorway. She reached down into her book bag and pulled out a brown paper sack that had a ham and cheese sandwich, some potato chips, and cookies in it. She had made it earlier that morning down in the kitchen in case she didn�t make it to dinner that night, but Draco�s needs looked more important then hers at that moment.
�What�s this?� Draco asked as Hermione handed him the sack.
�It�s a sack with a sandwich and stuff in it. I can tell whatever you�ve been doing up here has you not eating. So you can take it with you and eat it wherever you�re going,� she answered.
�Thanks . . . You�re not going to ask where I�ve been going?� Draco asked.
�No, I�m not.�
They didn�t say another word. Just turned away from each other and went their separate ways. Hermione decided since she�d just given her dinner away, she�d better go eat dinner in the Great Hall. Her homework would have to wait until after apparation lessons.

An hour later, the apparation instructor was in the Great Hall explaining the three D�s again. Afterwards he had them practice four or five times. Hermione looked around and noticed Draco wasn�t there. He hadn�t missed any of the other two lessons they�d had, but she decided to just shrug it off. After the lesson was over, she went to the kitchen and asked Dobby for some tea and then went up to the seventh floor to do her homework. She figured the Gryffindor common room would be full of people studying, and didn�t feel like going to the library. Hermione knew Crabbe and Goyle were patrolling the hallway near the Room of Requirements. She stopped one hallway short from where they would be, and sat down on the floor with her legs pretzel style. She conjured up a cup and poured her tea into it. Then pulled out her books and began studying and writing an essay.

Hermione was halfway through her essay on the differences between Inferi and ghosts when she saw Crabbe and Goyle walk by her. She knew Draco would be close behind them since it was nearly curfew. Hermione leaned her head down and started writing again. Pretty soon she heard someone walking toward her and looked up. It was Malfoy. He looked a little irritated.
�What are you doing here again, Granger? Waiting for me?� Draco asked.
�No, I�m working on my essay for Snape,� she answered.
Draco sighed and then sat down on the floor next to her.
�Draco, why are you doing this? I mean you�ve been being so nice to me lately.� Hermione asked.
�I don�t know why. Honestly I think I�m just starting to realize all the hypocrisy that happens in my world,� he replied. Hermione looked over at him and saw how tired he looked again.
�Are you keeping up with your studies with this extra thing you�ve got going on?� She asked.

Draco knew what she was getting at. He knew how horrible he must look. He felt lucky that the Dark Lord had been preoccupied with whatever else he was scheming and hadn�t had time to check up on Draco that week. Draco hated it when he was sitting there working on Voldemort�s shit, thinking about whatever. Then all the sudden Voldemort�s voice popped into his head and started talking or asking him questions. Draco was especially glad of this the past couple days because his thoughts had been about Hermione. Someone he definitely shouldn�t even be thinking about associating himself with.
�Yeah, I�ve been handling them ok. I�m just really tired. This other thing I�ve got going is taking up a lot of my time,� he replied.
For some reason the urge to reach out and grab Hermione�s hand struck him. So that�s just what he did. Hermione jumped a little when she was halfway through writing a sentence and felt his hand clasping its fingers in her left ones.
�How much longer are you going to be doing that?� Draco asked.
�I don�t know. It�s not due until Wednesday, you know?� She replied.
�Yeah, I know. That�s kind of why I asked.� Draco said before pulling her quill and parchment paper away and setting everything aside. Especially her ink bottle. Didn�t want that to end up getting spilt.
�It�s almost curfew.� Hermione said looking at her watch.
�I know it is. Be late . . . Stay here and talk to me. If McGonagall asks tell her, you were patrolling corridors. Doing your Prefect duties.� Draco said.
�Draco, what�s going on with us?� Hermione asked nervously.
�I�m not sure, Granger. But lately I�ve been really enjoying your company. Probably because you know how much loving someone can hurt,� he answered softly.
�Are you talking about Pansy? I thought you two were really close?� Hermione questioned.
�If we were, would I be sitting next to you, holding your hand?� He asked then sighed and continued. �No, it has nothing to do with Pansy. It�s much deeper and more important then her.�
�Oh, so it�s the thing you�ve been working on in the Room of Requirements then isn�t it?� Hermione asked, but then felt him unclasp his hand from hers and start to stand up. �Draco, I�m sorry,� she said standing up too and getting ready to leave.

Hermione went to go back to Gryffindor Tower figuring they were going to leave without saying anything again. Just as she went to walk by his side. Draco grabbed her arm to stop her.
�Wait, Hermione. Please stay,� he said before pulling her in closer to him. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to so bad, but knew if he did he wouldn�t be able to stop and it would lead to something she might not be ready for.

It wasn�t in his nature to stop at kissing, and Draco definitely wasn�t used to being this nice to a girl. Especially a Mudblood. He�d never been with someone who wasn�t at least a half-blood. If his father even knew he�d slept with someone who had an inkling of �dirty blood,� he�d be furious. But he was in Azkaban now. The only other two people he had to answer to, well three. Were his mother, Severus Snape, and the Dark Lord.
�Draco, hello . . . Earth to Draco,� Hermione called to him. He�d apparently spaced out.
�Oh, uh sorry,� he said . . . Then there was another moment of awkward silence. He licked his bottom lip and decided to take the plunge.
�Hermione, I�m sorry. But I really need to do this,� he whispered inching his face closer to hers and kissing her on the lips once and then pulling back. He didn�t want to go slow. He wanted to just rip off her top, push her up against the wall, and fuck the living daylights out of her. But he knew that wouldn�t be a very good idea and decided to just go for the one kiss for now.
�Thank you for the sandwich earlier and for sitting here with me,� he said.
�You�re welcome, Draco.� Hermione replied before leaning in to kiss him again. She loved the way his lips felt on hers for some reason. Hermione wasn�t sure where any of this was going, or how long it would last, and that scared her a little.

Can you imagine us making love? The Way it would feel
the first time that we touch. Can you think of it?
I want you to see it like I�m seeing it.
It�s a picture of perfection. The vision of you and I.
Your lips upon my lips.
Can you just picture this?
Your finger tips on my fingertips.
Your skin upon my skin
would be the sweetest sin.
That would be the sweetest sin.
After the second kiss, he pulled back. His hands were on her arms. His thumbs caressing the skin in-between her wrist and elbow. Her hands were resting on his hips.
�Hermione, if I kiss you again tonight. I�m not going to be able to stop. I�m not used to going this slow, and I don�t want to push you into anything you�re not ready for,� Draco said in a shaky voice just above a whisper.
�I can�t believe I�m saying this, but it�s ok . . . I don�t want you to stop, Draco.� Hermione said before setting her bag back down on the ground, and then placing her hands back on his waist.
Draco could tell she was nervous, and for the first time in ages so was he. He reached his hand up to her chin and lifted it up. Then leaned down and kissed her again. This time the kiss was a lot rougher. He didn�t waste any time before shoving his tongue into her mouth. His hands didn�t wait long before roaming her sides and tugging at the sweater to her uniform. Then all of the sudden Mrs. Norris was their feet. Draco pulled back and cursed under his breath. He took Hermione and her book bag and led them into the prefect�s bathroom. He turned and put a locking spell on the door.

All night I lie awake cause it�s too much to take.
Dreamin� about the love that we could make.
All day I think of schemes to
get you next to me.
I want you so bad that I can barely breathe.
It�s upset my obsession
when I can�t stop thinkin� about.
Your lips upon my lips.
Can you just picture this?
Your fingertips on my fingertips.
Your skin upon my skin.
Would be the sweetest sin.
You are the sweetest sin.

Draco pushed Hermione back up against the wall again and once again claimed her mouth with his. He started roaming his hands up and down her sides. Draco moved his hands up the front of Hermione�s sweater and the shirt that was underneath it. Then he slid her sweater up and over her head and then began to unbutton her blouse. When he got the last one out of its hole, he stepped back long enough for her to slip it off her shoulders.

Draco started trailing kisses down her neck and in-between her breasts while his hands reached around and undid the clasp on her white, laced bra. She threw the bra to the floor with the rest of her tops. Draco stood back for a second taking in the picture of Hermione standing in front of him topless. When Hermione went to remove Draco�s shirts. He pulled back away from everything and lifted her eyes to where they were looking into his.
�If you take off my shirts now, you�re going to see something bad.� Draco warned.
�I don�t care. I know what I�m going to find, but I also know that you�re not one of those because you want to be,� Hermione replied.
With that he reached down and pulled both shirts and his tie over his head. Hermione noticed how toned his body was and licked her bottom lip. She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his neck. As hard as she was trying to she couldn�t help but stare at the Dark Mark symbol on his lower left arm. When she moved her arm down his shoulder to his arm to touch it, he stopped her.
�Don�t touch it. I�m still getting used to my Dark Mark and don�t know much about it. I just know if he touches his or another Death Eater�s then he wants back ups and stuff. Not me of course. I have my own assignment here at Hogwarts,� Draco explained before placing her arms around his neck and leaning down to kiss her again.

Your lips upon my lips.
Can you envision it?
Temptation I could never resist.
Your skin upon my skin
would be the sweetest sin.
It would feel so good to be so good
to be so bad.
You don�t know how bad I want that.
I would do anything
to feel you.

Draco couldn�t wait to have her any longer. He reached down under her skirt and pulled down her knickers. Hermione went to close her legs, but Draco wedged them back apart with his thigh and then slid his hand from her neck to her breasts.

Draco took her breasts in his hands and squeezed each one. Taking note that they were just barely over a handful,soft, and firm. Draco pulled back his hands a bit and started rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Hermione was moaning softly as he did so. Her hands were going up and down his upper arms.

Finally, Draco stopped the teasing and let his right hand trail down her stomach softly. He knew she was a virgin. He didn�t even need to ask that question. It was getting harder and harder for him to resist the urge to stop all the foreplay and fuck her hard and fast, but still he let his hand trace up and down to her slit. Feeling her warmth and wetness. Next, he slowly slid one finger into her pussy and slowly worked it in and out of her. Then when she was ready he worked another one into her pussy and started finger fucking her at a fast pace.

�Mm. . . Draco . . . Th-that feels good,� Hermione moaned softly into his neck. Draco growled as he felt her hot breath against his neck.
Your lips upon my lips.
Can you just picture this?
Your fingertips on my fingertips.
Your skin upon my skin.
Would be the sweetest sin.

Draco knew she was ready. He reached down to his pants and dropped them down to his ankles along with his boxers. Then Draco felt Hermione slide her hand down to his very hard and ready cock. He heard her gasp when she felt how big he was in her hand. Draco pulled back his face to look at Hermione and make sure she was still ok with what they were about to do.
�You still want to do this?� He asked before kissing her and sliding his tongue into her mouth. When Draco heard Hermione moan into the kiss, he couldn�t help himself any longer.�Are you ok?� Draco whispered into her ear.

�I�m fine.� Hermione breathed out.
He reached down to his pants pocket and pulled out his wand. With a wave of it, two blankets appeared on the floor. Hermione laid down on top of them and Draco covered her again. Draco saw her about to ask why, but before she could he put his two fingers against her lips and said,
�Don�t worry. I�m just going to try and get us a little more comfortable.�

Draco helped Hermione settle herself onto the blanket.
�Comfortable?� He asked. She nodded as Draco covered her with his body and began to enter her for the first time. It hurt, but not as much as she thought it would. Nor as much as her mother had said it would. Draco went as slow as he could, but couldn�t hold back any longer once he felt the barrier trying to stop him.

He pulled back just a little and then pushed back in with more force then what he�d entered her with. A few tears trickled down Hermione�s cheeks. Draco decided it�d be best to let her get used to him. He placed little kisses on her neck and then left a little hickey near her shoulder.

As soon as he felt Hermione loosen up a bit he began slowly thrusting in and out of her. Before long the passion bit of it all started seeking into his brain. He couldn�t take any more of the slow lovemaking. Draco started thrusting faster and harder. Sometimes he would pull nearly all the way out and thrust back in. His drive only got more intense when Hermione started moving her hips up to meet his thrusts.

�D-Draco . . . Ughh . . .� Hermione moaned as he continued to pump in and out of her.
Draco leaned his face down to hers and kissed her a few times.

Your lips upon my lips.
Your fingertips on my fingertips.
Your skin upon my skin would be the sweetest sin.

�Oh yeah, moan for me. Ughh . . . You�re so tight.� A couple thrusts later he felt her walls tighten around him as her orgasm washed over her. A few seconds after that, Draco thrusted into her as deep as he could and shot his load into her before rolling off to the side a bit, and resting his head on her shoulder as his arms snaked around her pulling Hermione as close to him as possible.

�We should probably get you back to your dorm before it gets too much later.� Draco said as he kissed her shoulder.
�Yeah, I know. I doubt anyone thought anything much about me being gone. I haven�t exactly been around much lately,� Hermione replied.
Draco let go of her and they both started getting dressed. Just to make sure she got there ok, he walked her to the portrait entrance of Gryffindor Tower.
�Night Draco,� Hermione whispered before kissing him and going through the portrait.
�Good night,� Draco replied before turning around and walking toward the Slytherin Dungeons.

A/N 8-6-2007: I'm going back through the chaps. I've posted so far to format things.I'm a dork and entered them manually. Also, yes I realised the Apparation lessons didn't start right away in book 6, but I don't feel like re-writing those parts. Thanks for all the reviews, keep 'em coming.

songs used: Breakaway, by Kelly Clarkson
Sweetest Sin, by Jessica Simpson

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