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Disclaimer: The
usual; I own absolutely nothing except perhaps the insults :P
Setting: It seemed
to settle at year 6. You can assume everything before this to be canon, but the year itself will be treated
as an AU. I don't wish to be bound by a timeline and a plot that we already
know in this.
Note: Ok, here's
the thing. This chapter varies a lot from the first and I have been having some
thoughts for a while as to whether I should mar the open ending by continuing
it. Yet, as I see it, there is no reason why you should not simply disregard
this chapter and any others if you do not like them.
This chapter has
taken me the better part of a week dedicated to little else to perfect (as in
make fit for publishing, I am aware it is not perfect) in its current form. I
have read it too many times to be objective about it anymore, but I hope I live
up to the ICness. The thing I tried to remember is
that the characters are 16, not 30.

Thanks a million to Miss Nibbles, my good friend, who made sure that
Draco Malfoy wasn't a wishy washy wuss.
Sorry that I did not cut the talking to put in more sex for you. I'll
make it up to you later.

**********

Draco stormed
down the hall, stomach roiling and his palms and forehead covered in cold
sweat. No, it hadn�t happened! It
couldn�t have! �But it had. He
shuddered and turned quickly against a wall as he retched, his eyes tearing.
That helped his stomach settle a little, but now he had a foul taste in his
mouth. That is to say, he had an even more
foul taste in his mouth, and his tongue felt like parchment.

He sniffed,
cautiously looking both ways to check if anybody had seen him. Of course they
hadn�t. Nobody else was out at this hour. Wearily he waved his wand, getting
rid of the evidence of his weakness. �Scourgify!� Well,
the evidence that could be gotten rid of, anyway. He doubted it would be as
easy to get rid of the guilt, the shame, the disgust and the deliciously sated
feeling in his lower belly.

He was doomed if
anyone around here found out. They would never let him live it down after all
the things he�d said and done over the years. It would be even worse if his
father found out, Lucius Malfoy wasn�t known for his
love of muggles or anyone connected with them. Heck,
he�d wish that somehow he could have kept himself from finding out, because
right now he was poised to giving himself a bloody hard time.

Taking up with
the Mudblood, Hermione Granger, of Potter�s inner circle was not acceptable. In fact, if they found out, it would make them
question his loyalty and his dedication, something he couldn�t afford with his
father already being in disgrace. He wiped his brow.

He hadn�t meant
for it to happen, he really hadn�t. He had meant to scare the damn goose, maybe
even make her cry if he was lucky. He had meant to mock her, taunt her, punish her for the part she and her friends had played in
putting his father in Azkaban. It wasn�t too much to ask, really. Just a little
revenge until they all got their just servings.

But of course,
it had backfired.

He hadn�t
counted on her feeling so soft and inviting beneath him, her curves stretched
against the fabric of her robe. He hadn�t counted on her fighting so hard after
he�d threatened her, and he certainly hadn�t counted on becoming turned on from
her movements. He�d rather envisioned her pleading with him not to hurt her and
that�d be the end of it. Silly little Mudblood fool, actually thinking he�d
have gone through with it. He wouldn�t have done anything to risk being thrown
out of Hogwarts. He never had. He just wanted to see the little bitch taken
down a notch or two, to show her that he was superior.

His father was
right, though; he showed an embarrassing amount
of weakness when it mattered.

His mouth set in
a grim line as he walked on again. He�d become aroused fast when she squirmed
beneath him, and at first he hadn�t let go of her because he didn�t want those
arms and legs of hers to connect with him in what would unquestionably have
been a very painful way. He was nothing if not good at protecting his own hide.
Then he hadn�t wanted to let her go, so he hadn�t. He wasn�t used to doing
anything he didn�t want and he hadn�t fully comprehended the reasons to make
this a first at the time.

And then� And
then he had made the most stupid, irreversible mistake in his life. He�d
actually slept with the Mudblood. And it had been her first time, just as he
knew it would be. Who else would have touched her? He�d bet that Harry Potter
was too self-righteous to take what was right under his nose and Granger did have more brains than to go for a
dimwitted twat like the Weasel. She really should, though. Weasel would be dumb
enough to have her and maybe her great-grandchildren would be considered
pure-blood, then. Of course, Weasley in himself would dumb the genes down
considerably, but that was a sacrifice she should be willing to make for the
greater good. Merlin knew that the Weasleys could use
some brains injected into their line, no matter what the source.

He was
digressing. He closed his eyes as another shudder of self-loathing mingled with
remembered lust shot through him.

The thing that
bothered him the most was that he had forgotten who and what she was. He had
been as gentle with her as he had with Pansy back when he had slept with her the
first time. Hell, even more so, since this time he knew more about how to go
about it. He had even tried to distract her from the pain. He groaned loudly as
he realized that he�d probably left a mark; it hadn�t been a gentle bite he had
administered. Not that she had seemed to appreciate his efforts. He eventually
decided that it didn�t matter much, though the thought of leaving his mark on that particular girl seemed wrong. Worse
than wrong; sick.

Anyway, if he had to go sleep with Granger, why couldn�t
he just have� taken her, instead of�
of catering to her needs like some fool who actually cared?

He knew the
answer to that one.

She had seduced him, coming on to him like some little
slut in spite of him making it very clear that he wanted her to go away. She
had clouded his mind with lust, leaving him at the mercy of his hormones. He
may be popular in his own house, but it still wasn�t every day that the girls
took off their clothes for him, inviting him to do as he pleased and answering
his advances with such abandon. Pansy seemed to like him well enough and they
had done it a few times, but it seemed more like she did it because he wanted
to than because she wanted to. She
just wanted to be his girlfriend.

The Granger
girl, on the other hand, didn�t want anything from him. Yet she hadn�t bothered
to hide her need. She had reacted with such lack of restraint that he�d just
had to see how far he could go, touching her, watching her thrash about,
begging him to take her� Soon, it had been too late to turn back. He�d
certainly not had the willpower and, oddly, it had seemed that neither had she.
He�d thought girls were supposed to be the sensible ones, the ones that said no
and such.

She had even
clawed at him, leaving rather deep marks on his back that were
still stinging painfully, a couple of them sticking to his clothes. He doubted
that she had even realized she was doing it and he had a strong feeling that he
shouldn�t let Pansy see the marks under any circumstances. He hadn�t minded at
the time, though, not at all. He had found that there was pleasure in pain and
he had reveled in the sensation.

He felt himself
becoming faintly aroused again and blushed slightly, shooting a look around. He
was still alone.

When he had
come, it had been one of the most intense experiences in his life. It had
drained him and left him almost awestruck. That was, until he realized what he
had done and with whom. That realization, however, had taken much longer than
it should have.

Bile rose in his
throat again and he choked it down. The difference must really only be in the
blood, because up until then she had felt just like any witch would feel. She
looked the part, too, your everyday witch. She wasn�t exceptionally pretty, nor
was she ugly. If she had been a pure-blood or even a half-blood, and definitely
not any friend of Potter�s, he
wouldn�t really have minded so much. If she had been pure-blood, he might even
have asked her to go out with him afterwards. Ok, no might about it, he
wouldn�t have passed up the chance for a repeat performance. He even felt a
pang of regret as it was that it wouldn�t happen again � a pang he quickly
tamped down.

What he didn�t
understand was her reaction. Sure,
she didn�t like him much. She professed she hated him and maybe she did,
although evidently not as much as he hated her. She must like something about him, to throw herself at
him like that. Girls didn�t just sleep with someone unless they wanted
something or had feelings. Merlin, he
hoped she didn�t! Yet, where did she come off, looking at him as though he had
just sprouted two extra heads and was about to take the proverbial bite out of
her? He was the one who had stepped
beneath himself, not her. He was a Malfoy. He came from one of the oldest,
purest, most well-respected and powerful families known to the wizarding world. From his point of view, she should be
quite honored that he had paid her any attentions. Even if
the attentions had been unplanned and, to a large degree, unwilling.

Reaching the
Slytherin common room, he was slightly more composed. There was nothing to do
about it; he had to just forget it ever happened. He hoped that she was keeping
quiet about it or he would definitely make her regret it.

**********

The next day he
found himself rapidly becoming annoyed. Just where did Granger get off? He had observing her for most of the day
to see if she told anyone and he�d been trying to catch her eye once or twice
to remind her what would happen if she slipped, but the little bitch wouldn�t even look at him. She carried on with her goody-goody little friends
as if he didn�t exist and she hadn�t been wild for him mere hours before.� That this was exactly what he had wanted he
chose to ignore. His ego was bruised and he had to take it out on someone.
Sneering at Goyle just wasn�t satisfactory.

Between classes
he spotted the trio in the hallway, deciding that it was time to have a little
fun. With his two trusted, or rather
too-dumb-to-be-true-yet-very-useful-at-times, bodyguards trailing after him, he
strode up to Potter & Co.

�Hello there,
Potter, Weasel� Granger,� he said almost jovially, noticing that she still
wouldn�t look at him with a flash of irritation. �Good show in there, Weasel.
It�s good to know you carry on the proud family tradition of incessant inanity,
ultimately resulting in your perpetual lack of pecuniary means. It can�t always
be easy living up to the Weasley name.� He paused expectantly, mock-waiting for
a reaction, but when Weasley just looked at him quizzically as he�d known he
would, he condescended to enlighten him. �I said you were a buffoon in class as
well as in life. Really, Weasley, it takes talent to be as talentless as you.�

He smirked and
stood back as the Weasley boy predictably flew at him, only becoming a little
disappointed that Granger seemed to be able to restrain him before Crabbe and
Goyle could have a go at him. He narrowed his eyes as he saw her pressing her
body fully against Weasley�s, whispering furiously in his ear. Potter was also
trying to calm Weasley down, but he settled for a hand on his shoulder and
shooting daggers at Draco with his eyes.

�All right
there, Granger?� Draco sneered. �He man enough for you or could you use a
little� extracurricular gratification?� he let his eyes roam her body
indolently even though he couldn�t see a thing through her loose robes. Crabbe
and Goyle sniggered, having actually managed to
follow his meaning.

Hermione
blushed, her eyes darkening with anger and finally she looked at him. �Let me
know if you find a man who might
qualify,� she said with a scowl. He was impressed. His goons were jeering. She
then proceeded to drag both her friends away from him with great difficulty as
they were both incensed at the jab he had taken at their dear un-virginal
friend. If only they knew� He wished he could use it to taunt them, but that
was, unfortunately, out of the question.

As she threw her
frizzy hair back he noticed a very prominent mark on her neck. He smirked.
Crabbe took this as a cue to laugh boisterously, Goyle
following suit. Granger turned her head briefly to throw him a contemptuous
look.

**********

Life and classes
went on as usual, each day more or less the same as they had been before. Draco
was bored, really bored. Pansy was still worshipping him and he let her. After
all, who wouldn�t like that? Yet, some days she got on his nerves with her
gushing over him and he avoided her, just a little. If he had wanted someone
smothering him every step of the way, he�d have brought his mother to live with
him.

He didn�t sleep
with Pansy over the next few days because the scratches on his back hadn�t
completely faded yet. At least, that was what he tried to tell himself. What
came closer to the truth was that he felt dirty and no amount of showering
seemed to be able to remove the awareness of whom or rather what he had been
with and how much he�d enjoyed it at the time. Closer to the
truth, yes, but not quite hitting the mark. The thing he hated to admit
to himself was that when he closed his eyes he fantasized about what had
happened. When Pansy approached him, offering him every liberty he wanted, he
couldn�t help but notice the difference between her �giving it up� and
Granger�s demanding to get it. The thought would immediately arouse him every
time it occurred to him, which was more often than he�d like, and he was left with
an erection combined with a bad taste in his mouth.

It even seemed
to destroy his desire to push people around most days. Very
disruptive to his way of life. He couldn�t wait until the scratches
disappeared entirely and he really
could start pretending none of it ever happened. Without the physical evidence,
he was sure it would all fade. He�d be able to be with Pansy and he�d find out
that the Granger girl really wasn�t all that.

He was walking
down a hallway one day after school, deep in his own thoughts, minding his own
business on his way to the library and bumping into a third year, because she
just happened to be in the way of the path he�d chosen, when someone yelled
�Hey! Malfoy!�

Draco stopped in
his tracks upon seeing who had addressed him and placed a smirk on his face.
�Hello, Potter. Lonely without your little friends, are you? Did they finally
get sick of that fat scarred head of yours and ditch you?�

�I was just
thinking,� said Potter, coming towards him, �about what Voldemort
has had your mommy do lately.�

Draco winced at
the name and smiled insincerely. �Sounds to me like you�re suggesting Mother is
under the Imperius curse. I can
promise you, she is not.�

Potter shook his
head. �No, she isn�t. She chooses to be Voldemorts tool, doesn�t she? Doing his
dirty work, cleaning up after your father, offering him her only son. Tell me,
Draco,� he walked even closer. �How does it feel to know that your mother loves
her own hide more than you?�

��You know nothing about what you speak of!�
Draco snarled. �At least Mother cared enough to stay alive instead of fighting
a losing battle. Tell me, Potter, how does it feel to know that your mommy would rather die than look at
your ugly little face one more time?�

The look on
Potters face was priceless.

Draco pressed
on. �Not that she would have lived long, anyway, a filthy thing like her. I
suppose that�s why you like to surround yourself with Mudbloods and blood
traitors, to remind you of mommy and daddy. Does it work? Are they dirty enough
for you?�

�Let�s have it
out, Malfoy,� Potter bit out. �Right here, right now,� he pulled out his wand.

Draco jumped
back, quickly drawing his own wand. �I hope I get to watch when he kills the
lot of you!� he announced.

�Is that so?� came a soft voice from behind him to the left. Draco jerked
to see Granger standing there, cold eyes and wand pointed at him, just as
Potter yelled �Expelliarmus!� disarming him. Crap. He decided to
brazen it out for once. Granger had seen enough weakness from him to last a
lifetime.

�Hiding behind
the muggle now, are we?� he asked Harry. �You always did seem the type to hide
behind others, waiting for a chance to act the hero. And good choice! The world
won�t be missing her when someone finally manages to off her.� He ignored the
furious look on Potter�s face and looked at the bruise on Granger�s neck,
fading but still visible. �What�s this, then?� he asked, taking a step closer
to her as if to examine the mark, causing her to raise her wand and her chin at
him. �Did someone already try? I�d applaud him, but seeing as he failed, it�s
hardly worth the effort, is it?�

Draco ignored
whatever Potter was angrily spewing behind him, focusing on Granger. She was
about to make a comeback, her eyes narrowed angrily, when an unmistakable cold
voice from behind Draco and Potter said �What is going on here?�

Draco couldn�t
help but let his smirk widen and turned to see Professor Snape
looking at Potter as disapproving as ever. Behind him he more felt than saw
Granger hurriedly hiding her wand. �He attacked me, sir,� he said in his best
offended voice. �I was merely minding my own business and then he attacked me
with his wand.�

The Professor
narrowed his eyes on Harry. �20 points from Gryffindor and a week�s detention,
starting now.� When Harry looked as if he might object, Snape
merely raised an eyebrow and he fell silent. Draco was downright grinning now.

�And Miss
Granger?� the Professor asked, referring to Hermione who seemed to be trying to
hide behind Draco. �Did she in any way aid Mr. Potter?�

Draco considered
that for a second, and then shrugged. �No, professor. Well, unless yelling at
him to stop getting in trouble is considered aiding?� He was well aware of the
surprised look on Potter�s face and he simply leered back.

Snape nodded, accepting this. �Move
it along, Potter,� he said, pushing him ahead of him. On his way past Draco,
Potter shot him a very dirty look but proceeded to walk obediently.

�Now, �atta boy,� Draco mumbled just loudly enough for Potter to
hear. He ignored him, as did Professor Snape, but
Draco didn�t miss the slight stiffening of Potters back, proving that he�d
heard it.

Draco hadn�t
felt that good in days. He reveled in the feeling for a few seconds and then
sighed and turned to the matter at hand. Granger. �I
believe the words you are looking for are �thank you�,� he provided helpfully
when she was just staring at him darkly.

That seemed to
snap her out of it. She gave a disgusted grunt and then turned on her heel to
go, his arm shooting out to stop her.

�Where do you
think you�re going?� he demanded. �This wasn�t a free pass.�

She gave him her
best exasperated look. �So what, pray tell, am I supposed to do to deserve this
honor?�

�Saying �thank
you� would be nice for a start.�

�No.� Her face
was stony and determined.

�No?� he asked,
not really that surprised.

�No. I�d rather
be in detention every day for the rest of the semester than say �thank you� to
you once!�

�Ouch,� he said
casually. �Be careful, Granger, you might hurt my feelings.� She snorted at
that. �You know,� he continued just as casually, �those vulgar sounds you keep
making really do nothing to make you more agreeable.�

�What is it you really want?� she finally exploded to his immense satisfaction.

�Well, first of
all I don�t want to have this discussion in the hallway,� he said, looking
around him. �There must be some place more private.�

She suddenly
looked at him with great apprehension, slowly trying to move away from him.

�Oh, come off
it, Granger,� he said irritably. �I don�t need you for that.� He ignored the fact that his own pulse had picked up
at the hint and all too familiar images flashed through his head.

�Then what?� she
shot back, slightly blushing.

�In here,� he
said, dragging her into the nearest room, letting her go as she yanked her arm
away from him. It was another schoolroom. Funny how the place
was filled with them. He briefly considered locking the door, but
decided against it as anyone who would try to open it would undoubtedly think
they were doing something they shouldn�t. Which they weren�t.
�Now,� he said. �Why did you do it?�

She looked at
him with a puzzled expression. �Do what?�

�Why did you
throw your virginal Mudblood self at me?� he asked patiently, not really
realizing until now how much that question had bothered him.

�Oh. That.� She
looked everywhere but him. �I don�t know.�

Aha! She
acknowledged that it was her fault. �Was it because you have a crush on me?
Believe me, I�d understand,� he said sarcastically.

That got her
attention back onto him. �No,� she stated clearly. �If that was the case I
should have killed myself rather than�� she looked away again, turning pink.

�Well, I think
it�s safe to say that we�re all sorry that that isn�t the case, then,� he
replied coldly.

Again he�d
managed to rile her enough so she looked at him. �How about you?� she asked,
smugly.

�Me?� He
frowned, not getting her point.

�Yes, you were
there, too, as far as I remember.�

Now there was a
thought, erasing memories. He�d have to look into that. �I can�t be expected to
answer for what I do when a girl strips down in front of me!�

�Oh, so you can�t be held accountable, but I can?�

Relieved that
she�d finally gotten the point, he said, �Exactly!�

�You�re such a
spoiled prat,� she shot back at him angrily. �You
are just as responsible for what happened as I am!�

�Me?� he said a
little too loudly. �What did I do?�

�For one thing
you pulled me into a dark, secluded room��

�That doesn�t
necessarily lead to��

�And then,� she
cut across, �You proceeded to lie down on top of me!�

He had done that.
He blushed. But she was getting it all wrong, damn it, it hadn�t been like
that. �I was just trying to give you a bloody scare; you should have just
pushed me away.�

�I. TRIED.� She was practically livid now. �I even asked you to let me go,
remember?�

Unfortunately,
he did. �Fine,� he said impatiently. �I did that. But then I got off you and I
told you to leave, how do you explain that?�
He knew he had her now.

�Why didn�t you leave?� her voice was deceptively
calm.

He even had an
answer for that. �I was in no condition to. Somebody might see me.�

She made another
disgusted noise. �Please, your robes were easily fixed.�

Draco leaned
closer and in a theatrical whisper said, �It wasn�t my robes I didn�t want them
to see.�

�Then wh�� realization dawned on her
face and her mouth set in a silent O. Then she shook her head. �Nobody would
have seen you, anyway,� she scoffed. �It was way too late for that and you know
that!�

�Do you really
think I would risk anyone knowing that a muggle girl had done that to me, no
matter how slim the possibility?�

Granger gaped.
�You are just unbelievable!�

�Well, believe
it!� he said.

�So, you think
that just because you had an erection,� she said, Draco wincing at the
graphical reminder of his state. �That exonerates you of all guilt?�

�Pretty much,�
he confirmed.

�Well,� she said
through clenched teeth. �It doesn�t. There were numerous other ways you could
have handled the situation, you could have��

�Wanked in front of you?� he suggested. �Yes, I�ve always imagined my dignity
dying a slow and painful death like that.�

�Waited it out,�
she said as if he hadn�t made his crude interruption.

�Here�s the
thing, Granger,� he said in his most patient voice. �When a girl is naked in
front of you, touching you� Waiting it out isn�t really an option anymore.�

The blush
crawling up her cheeks told him that she now, finally, got his point. �Still��
she said weakly.

�Whatever,
Granger, you didn�t answer my question. Why did you do it? You obviously hadn�t an erection and your robe was
whole.� She winched at the repeated reminder that she had ripped his clothes
apart while he had done no such thing. Good. Trying to put it
on him, indeed.

�I honestly
don�t know,� she bit out. �I was so angry and then�� she shook her head. �I
guess it was hormones making us forget just what,�
she said the last word with a world of scorn and loathing, �we were doing.�

Hormones. Yes. Why not? It was the
best explanation so far, although not entirely satisfactory. But why did she have to sound so loath about it all?
�Don�t try that one on me,� he warned. �I know you enjoyed yourself plenty.�

A new blush in
her face she raised her chin, looking defiantly at him. �So did you.�

�I�m a bloke.�

�So?�

�Blokes will
have sex with anything and still enjoy it. Even, occasionally, Mudbloods.� He
hadn�t actually thought of that before. Good argument. Kudos to her for making
him think of it.

Hermione rolled
her eyes. �Oh, that is such piffle! Who says a girl can�t enjoy herself just as
much with whoever she wants?� And on an afterthought, �Or doesn�t want?�

�They can,� he
conceded. �If they�re sluts. Are you a slut, Granger?�
he asked in a deceptively gentle voice.

�Apparently no
more than any man,� she snapped. �Are we done here? I have more important
things to do, like watching Crookshanks chase his own
shadow.�

�That would be the most important thing you
had to do, wouldn�t it?� he said, raising an eyebrow. �I daresay you should
thank me for helping you getting rid of your virginity. It wasn�t bound to
happen this decade or the next, was it?� He watched as that one hit home, her
eyes becoming suspiciously shiny.

�You aren�t
going to start blubbering now, are you?� he asked disgustedly. �I�m really not
in the mood for all the�� He was interrupted at her
launching at him

�You idiot!� she
shrieked, her fists hammering at his chest and stomach and anywhere she could.
�You flaming moron! Filthy pig! Bastard!�

Despite of her
fists actually hurting him, Draco couldn�t help but laugh, warding off the
worst of her blows. He did so quite merrily until she took a shot at his groin,
which sobered him instantly. �There now,� he said, catching a hold of her
flailing arms. �No dirty tricks.�

�Why not?� she
asked contemptuously, her eyes still shiny, but her emotions better in check
now. �It seems to be what you excel at.� Her face was flushed in a way that
reminded him uncomfortably of when she had been beneath him.

�Well, yes,� he
conceded. �But you�re supposed to fight for the power of �good� and� muggles and� Hufflepuff.� He wrinkled his nose in distaste.

�Making sure
that you are never able to procreate would
be for the greater good!� she said matter-of-factly.

He stood
stock-still for a moment and then roared �CRAP!�

Hermione winced.
�That remark couldn�t have come as that much of a surprise for you,� she
mumbled sarcastically, trying to get free as his hands on her upper arms were
now clenching painfully.

�Granger,� he
said, uncomfortably intense. �Did you use a protection spell?�

�When?� she
said, trying to wrench free, but being largely ignored.

�When do you think?� he yelled, shaking her a little.
�Did you use a protection spell?�

Puzzled, she
scowled at him for handling her like a ragdoll and yelling at her to boot. �No, of course not. You didn�t give me a chance. Besides, if
I had, don�t you think that, gee, it would have worked, maybe?�

�What?� he shook
his head, uncomprehending. �I mean a protection spell.�

Slowly it dawned
on her. �Oh. You mean like a contraceptive? No. Could you perhaps let go of me
now?�

He let go as if
burned. �What do you mean �no�?
Everyone knows that�s the girl�s responsibility!�

Hermione flushed
from anger. �You really have to let go of some of your stereotypes soon,� she
said, her voice barely civil. �There are several reasons I couldn�t, apart from
the very obvious fact that you had me silenced. Number one; I don�t know it.�

�What do you
mean you don�t know it?� he asked, conveniently ignoring the part about him
silencing her.

�They don�t
teach it until you�re 17.�

�I know that.
But that didn�t stop Pansy�� he faltered a little from
the menacing glint in her eyes, but then gleefully resumed. �It hasn�t stopped
Pansy Parkinson from knowing it. She�s performed it every time I�ve slept with
her.� It was, of course, completely uncalled for to stress that last bit, but
he felt it added a nice touch.

�Do NOT compare
me to that Slytherin whore!� she very uncharacteristically hissed.

�Tut-tut, such
language,� he said. �But I will, you see, because she�s my Slytherin whore,
you�re my Gryffindor whore and all I have left is to find a Ravenclaw whore.
There can be no mention of Hufflepuff, of course.� He noticed with satisfaction
that she was almost shaking with anger. So, she really didn�t like Pansy. Good
to know! �So, explain to me again why you didn�t know it?�

�I did not need
to know it.�

�Well, obviously
you did.�

�Why didn�t you
do it?�

�I don�t know
it.�

�You just said
Pansy has been performing it when with you!�

�Do you honestly
believe my mind is on the spell then? Perhaps that�s why they trust the girls
to do it.�

�Big fat oaf,�
she said. �But it doesn�t matter. We didn�t need it.�

Relief didn�t
begin to describe what he was feeling. �Oh, good! So you�re using some�� he did
a vague wave of his hand. �Muggle-thing?�

�No.�

�NO? You�d
better have some really good explanation to why you didn�t feel it was needed,
because I personally won�t welcome the bastard by-product of some mad encounter
I had with some Mudblood!� He growled furiously.

Not to mention
that he was likely to get quite literally and irrevocably killed, if it
happened. The thought hit him like a rock and he felt the sickening sensations
of horror and panic spreading from his stomach.

�If you would
just shut up, I could tell you!� she said harshly. �According to Teen Trials and Tribulations at Hogwarts��

�What?�

�Shut up! �
there were some problems with� that aspect some years ago. A few students and
even one teacher had to leave quite suddenly. So, in the end, they decided to
cast a spell on the school, preventing anything from being conceived.�

That was her big reason
not to worry? He was dead. Groaning, he leaned against the wall. �Granger, did
it ever occur to you that if it was true, somebody would know?�

She frowned at
that. �Somebody does know. I bet
Dumbledore does.� At his pointed look, she rolled her eyes. �So, you�re saying
that because Pansy doesn�t know, it�s not true? In that case, the world isn�t
round and books aren�t for reading.�

�Don�t you think
somebody would know?� he asked more
heatedly, ignoring her jab at Pansy, which was quite frankly very accurate.
�That there�d be a rumor? Whispering in the corners?�

�No,� she said
calmly. �It�s a secret. Or it was, until I found that book. When Madam Pince saw me with it she confiscated it and I haven�t been
able to find it since. They don�t want us to know, it�s a morality issue.�

�Well, we�ll
know, won�t we,� he groaned miserably, closing his eyes to block her out and
leaning his head on the wall. He was shaking. He felt the by now all too
familiar bile rise in his throat once again and he had to swallow hard,
repeatedly. He wondered how many pieces they�d find him in if his fears came
true. He supposed that depended on who got to him first; they or his father, but then after some thought he concluded that
it would be pretty much the same either way.

�I wouldn�t
worry about it,� she said airily. �There�s always options.�

�Like what,� he
said with his eyes still closed.

�We don�t need
to discuss that, because even if there wasn�t a charm � which there is � and
there was a risk � which there wasn�t � then the risk would be exceedingly
small from just once and in that
particular part of my cycle!�

Her words calmed
him a little. He didn�t know what she was talking about with the �cycle�, but
she was right. No reason to fret. Yet. And if he was
unlucky, well, he could always hope she fell down some stairs. Perhaps even
help her to it. That thought cheered him immensely.

Without warning
the door opened to let in a small gaggle of Ravenclaw girls. He smirked,
thinking of what he�d just been saying earlier about getting himself one. These
seemed a little young, though.

�Oh, sorry,� one
of them said, blushing. �We thought it�d be empty.�

�It is,� Granger
assured them as she went around and out the door.

Wait. What?
Since when did she get to decide when he would be done talking to her? He
followed her out. �I wasn�t done,� he informed her as he caught up with her.

�Oh, what could
you possibly still have to say?�

�Don�t tell anyone.�

She rolled her
eyes at him.

�I mean it,� he
said grabbing her arm. �Don�t you go get all confessional neither with your
friends now nor with some bloke who�s the next to take a poke at you and
discovers that the cherry is popped.� He watched her
for another satisfying reaction at the mention of her lost innocence, but she
disappointed him by merely looking resigned.

�Oh, what is it
to you?� she said exasperated. �I mean, telling Harry would��
she stopped up, eyes wide, clasping her mouth.

�Did you really
think I don�t know I could use this?� he asked, a little amused.

�Then why don�t
you?� she asked, looking a little frightened that he just might.

�I would love
to, I would really love to. To see his face when he heard I�d shagged his littl� Ow!�
She had punched him quite forcefully on the exact same spot she had pummeled
him earlier. �Watch it!�

�Don�t use that
word,� she said, ice dripping from her voice. �And answer the question!�

�What? Shag? Ow!� She had punched him again. He seriously considered
restraining her again. �Stop that already!� he bellowed, frowning and rubbing
his chest.

�Answer!� she
demanded.

He considered.
Fine, it wasn�t an unreasonable request. �I have a lot more to lose than to
gain.� That was the simple version.

�What?� she asked.
�Pansy Parkinson�s affections?�

He grinned,
delighted that the thought of Pansy annoyed her. �Among other things��

�Ah, don�t
worry,� she said. �You are one thing I definitely wish upon her!�

He raised an
eyebrow. �You wish the best shag you�ve ever had upon her?�

She lashed out
at him again, but this time he was prepared and caught her and used her own
momentum to get her against the wall. He was prepared to tell her just what he
thought of violent Mudblood girls, when suddenly he noticed the feel of her
subtle curves pressing against him. His pulse speeding up, he looked at her
soft, inviting lips and was leaning in to claim them when she whispered
something inaudible. �What?� he croaked, not quite willing to be distracted.

�I said,� She
said more clearly, �do you really want to be kissing a Mudblood right here in
the middle of the hallway?�

Reality dawning
on him he jumped back, once again filled with self-loathing and thoroughly
disgusted that it took so little for him to get sidetracked. Without a word he
turned and stormed back to his common room as if chased by the Dark Lord
himself.
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