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In the Dungeons	By : amidtheflowers Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 9386 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2

At that moment, he wanted to laugh.

There she was, distressed and upset and glancing everywhere but him. And he liked the feeling of pressing against her, mostly because she hated it so much. He could tell she was itching to reach for her wand and give him a good hex, but he held her wrists tightly in his grasp.

He knew the moment something in her changed. Her demeanor relaxed, and he saw a transformation take place in her eyes. Something had dawned on her, and he wanted to know what it was.

"Will you go to Slughorn's Christmas party tomorrow with me?" she blurted out, gazing at him with intensity. She seemed completely serious and was holding her breath, waiting for his reply.

He stared for a moment then let her go, repulsed. "I'm vile but I'm not that vile," Draco said, stepping back from her and gazing at her with a mixture of incredulity and faint disgust. "As if I'd want to go anywhere with you."

She seemed to catch herself and she glanced away from him. Her face hardened, and her eyes snapped up to meet his. "Too afraid to step out with a mudblood like me?"

Draco raised his eyebrow. "You said it, not me." He whirled away from her and headed back to the grand staircase. Hermione followed behind him, fuming.

"Well this is a classic-case scenario. Draco Malfoy running scared from a Gryffindor. Almost tops the ferret affair, but not quite." Hermione halted and nearly fell over when Malfoy stopped abruptly. "Then again," Hermione continued as she saw the side of Malfoy's mouth twitch. "That's something you've been doing since our first year."

Hermione did not remember how fast it happened, but the second she blinked she found herself hovering in the air and crashing against the top of the stairs. She whipped her wand out but Malfoy was quicker, easily casting a spell that flicked it away from her. She stifled a groan as her back grew sore at the harsh contact against the marble steps, and Malfoy hovered over her.

She couldn't find it in herself to move; in all her five years of fighting against all the evils she, Harry, and Ron went against, she felt constricted in her body as fright froze her muscles. At that moment she had never seen Malfoy look so livid.

"Muffliato."

Her eyes widened and then darted to her fallen wand, but it was too far up the stairs for her to reach quickly. Her eyes narrowed.

"Going to hurt me?" Hermione challenged, her voice quavering just slightly. "Try it on someone who cares."

His eyes glazed as the tip of his wand touched lightly against her neck. He crouched slightly in front of her, meeting her face-to-face. "That," Draco said quietly, "is just the beginning." The wand pushed painfully into her. "I cannot wait until the day comes," Draco hissed, moving close enough that she could feel his breath on her, "when I will hear you scream because of me."

"You make me sick," Hermione spat.

"And yet you asked me on a date."

"That was for Professor Slughorn's—"

"And what ever made you think I'd accept?" Draco interjected. He stared at her, his gray eyes pinning hers. "You saw me fuck a girl after hours. You did nothing about it. You're slipping Granger, and I will delight in seeing you destroy yourself this year." His grey eyes lightened slightly, and a smirk broke on his face. "I'll go with you." The pressure against her neck disappeared as he stepped away from her, adjusting his robes. "But don't say I didn't warn you; it's going to be a hell of a night."

Hermione swallowed, rising shakily from the stairs. "I don't think I want to go with you anymore."

"Then you shouldn't have asked. I've already started planning it." His mouth twisted in a wicked smile. "It will be very entertaining." With a final smirk, he left.

Hermione groaned inwardly, and ran a hand through her unkempt hair. What the hell did she just get into?

xxx

The day passed without any more interactions with Malfoy, or anybody else for that matter. Ron, Harry, and Ginny were out on the fields for Quidditch practice, and most of the Gryffindor common room was empty as the weather was stunning and the students had the sense to cherish it.

Night arrived quickly as Hermione had buried herself in homework, and barely noticed sleepy students trudging through the portrait hole and making their way to their beds. After rereading her essay for History of Magic one last time, she set the rolls of parchment down and leaned against the sofa.

The common room was quiet. The windows were pitch black, and only the fireplace lit the room with soft light. Suddenly, the portrait swung open and a figure climbed inside the Gryffindor common room. A second came in, and they were speaking in hushed voices, then a third and fourth joined. Hermione sat up, squinting curiously at who had arrived so late.

Harry's jet-black hair came into view, then Ginny's flaming hair as she tossed it behind her shoulder. Ron's lanky body stumbled into the common room, with Lavender Brown attached to his arm. Hermione stiffened when the party realized they were not alone in the common room.

"Hey, Herm—"Jumping up from the sofa, Hermione marched towards the portrait hole and began to crawl out.

"Hermione, where are you going?" Harry called.

She turned her head, making sure to catch Ron's eye. "Prefects rounds. Unlike some people, I take the authority Professor Dumbledore gave us seriously."

And with that, she slammed the portrait of the Fat Lady behind her.

xxx

Malfoy was not very pleased that he was on prefect duty tonight. Though it made him feel smug that he was given the prefect position (unlike Potter), it wasn't all fun and games. Especially with the Slytherin house, there were far too many idiotic first-years who thought they owned the place, and frequently snuck out in the dead of night to wreak havoc. Thus, he was forced to come out every other day and make the little shits go back to bed.

After scouring the dungeons, Draco proceeded up the grand staircase. He went to each floor, scanning the place quickly, then left. It was after a few floors that when he was about to turn to leave, he heard a small sound.

He thought he'd almost imagined it. Staying very still, he strained his ears to hear it again. Nothing.

And then he heard it again, and Draco whirled around, pinpointing it to a large, closed door. It seemed to be the girl's lavatory. He felt a bit strange barging into a girl's bathroom; for all he knew a professor could be in there and—and that was all he allowed himself to think of.

Either way, it would be understood that Draco was merely on his prefect duties…and his curiosity was getting the better of him. Why go to an abandoned floor's bathroom in the dead of night, when each house's dormitories were supplied with their own?

"Lumos," he muttered, and gently opened the door.

It was a disaster of a bathroom, much to Draco's shock, as he always assumed a girl's bathroom would be the pinnacle of perfection. No, this one had slabs of marble strewn in the corners, tiles kept uncleaned for decades, and stalls with the doors off their hinges. He passed by the sinks and his eye caught the most unusual thing: a serpent along the side of the faucet.

He saw movement and he immediately stilled, his eyes going wide.

"Knox."

A girl was crying very, very softly. And then growling, and then moaning, and then crying again. Her hands fisted into her hair as if to tear it out, and then her shoulders slumped in defeat.

"You're better than this," he heard her chastise herself very angrily. And very, very sadly, she ducked her head and moved her arm, moaning again.

Granger?

Draco did not dare breathe. He couldn't believe how quickly the tables had turned. He was witnessing Hermione Granger pleasure herself in a girl's bathroom in the dead of night.

The irony was almost comical. He debated whether to barge in and humiliate her, but instead he found himself drifting closer to her. He caught full view of her body; she was sitting on the tiled floor leaning against the outside of a stall's wall. Her legs were apart, the skirt hitched up but not enough for Draco's liking; he saw a thin, flimsy fabric around her ankles, and the top buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned, giving a portion of a view of the top of her breasts.

Her head slammed against the wall as her back arched, hips rising in the air to meet her fingers' heavy thrusts. She moaned softly again and her hand moved faster, hips trembling. Her other hand snaked up to her top and disappeared behind her blouse and suddenly she cried out, hips frozen in the air as wave after wave hit her, her head turning to her side in ecstasy.

In normal circumstances, seeing a girl pleasure herself did very little for Draco. It might have goaded him on to shag the girl, but never in his life did he stay stark still, watching in awe as Hermione lost herself in oblivion. Her breaths were shallow, her body relaxing.

He didn't know what to do. So he did what Granger had done when she'd caught him at night, and quietly turned around and left the girl's bathroom.

It became increasingly difficult to walk normally as his pants had grown tight halfway through his march back out, and all he could think about was taking Hermione's legs roughly in his hands, yanking her onto him, and pounding into her until he went mad.

"For fuck's sake," Draco growled, and nudged the bastard roughly. There was no way in hell was he going to jerk off to Hermione Granger.

After much difficulty, Draco managed to get back to the Slytherin common room and toss around in his bed until he fell asleep, the image of Hermione Granger haunting him.

xxx

Hermione was starting to make a nasty habit out of herself. During her rounds something had set her off that reminded her of Ron, and suddenly she found herself in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, panties down, and making herself come again and again. She hadn't even been thinking of Ron during it; it actually made her forget all about the red-headed boy altogether. Which was why pleasuring herself was happening more and more frequently.

Hermione wasn't even the type to do something so personal, at all. Hardly ever did she indulge in such fantasies, let alone make herself orgasm two days in a row. Had she been in a right state of mind, she would have died in shame. Right now, she didn't really care about anything, except ways to forget her feelings for someone who was too busy plunging his tongue down someone else's throat.

The next morning, Hermione's mind was occupied by the Potions quiz that would take place, and the dreaded evening with Malfoy at Professor Slughorn's Christmas party. She nearly shuddered at the thought of being escorted by the blond, smirking devil. What propelled her to ask him, she didn't know. She loathed him with all her heart. He had made fun of her, humiliated her, and bullied anybody that wasn't Crabbe, Goyle, or Blaise.

But the image she got of Ron's face when he realized she was taking his worst enemy to the party, it was a chance she had to take. She had been considering Cormac McLaggen, seeing as he would've beaten Ron for the position of Keeper on the Quidditch team, had Hermione not interfered and used a Confundus Charm on him to ensure Ron received the title.

But an arch enemy was always better.

Hermione was about to take a sip of pumpkin juice when she noticed a pair of grey eyes studying her intently. Her eyes caught the angular face of Malfoy, his expression unfathomable. What was he thinking? She grew hot under his gaze, his eyes scrutinizing her as if he knew something she did not.

Tearing her eyes away, she forced herself to ignore the Slytherin for the remainder of her breakfast.

xxx

"Are you sure you don't want me to help you with your hair?" Ginny implored. Hermione rolled her eyes as she faced herself in the mirror.

"I'm quite alright, Gin. Don't worry yourself about it." The hair in question was currently a mass of unkempt curls flying in every direction, but Hermione was taking her time. She was in a soft pink dress, and currently was working on her makeup.

"But I could help save time, just look at my own hair! Imagine this silky smoothness in your possession. I can give you that!"

Shaking her head, Hermione grasped her wand and with a flick of her wrist, cast a charm that transformed her bushy mane into springy, brown curls that fell delicately around her head. She pinned a few curls to the side and stepped back, staring into the mirror and leaving Ginny speechless.

"And that," Hermione announced finally, "is how it's done."

"Who are you going with, by the way?" Ginny asked as she examined herself in the mirror. "I'm going with Dean Thomas, of course." Hermione glanced at her, and realized how much a woman Ginny had grown into. She had on a sleek black dress with her flaming hair cascading down her shoulders flawlessly.

Hermione glanced back into the mirror, fitting in an earring. "Draco Malfoy."

The silence was deafening. Hermione looked at Ginny and nearly laughed at her gaping mouth.

"You're kidding, right? Tell me you're joking."

"I most certainly am not joking, Ginny."

"But…why?"

Hermione shrugged. "His hair best matched my shoes. I thought it'd go well." Ginny did not laugh, and Hermione sighed exasperatedly. "Do you really have that big of a problem with this?"

"Not really," Ginny admitted, "I just wish you wouldn't force yourself to go out with jerks like Malfoy because of my idiotbrother. He's not even worth it, Hermione!"

"I know," Hermione responded slowly. "He's not worth it at all."

"Exactly! Why don't you go with Harry or something?"

"Harry's already got a load on his plate than to drag himself around with me," Hermione said. "And I'm not backing out of this one. I want to go with Malfoy."

"Hermione. You hate the guy. Everybody does." Ginny said plainly.

"Yes, well…it's already decided. And I really need someone on my side right now," Hermione said, turning around to face her. Ginny's expression softened.

"Of course."

They both straightened their dresses a bit before turning around and heading to the dungeons.

xxx

Draco was waiting a few feet from the entrance hall when Hermione finally arrived. For a second he couldn't recognize her, reminiscent to when she had arrived at the Yule Ball in their fourth year. She had looked spectacular, dancing along side with Victor Krum effortlessly, and now was quite the same.

She grew uncomfortable under his stare, and she rubbed her arm nervously as she neared him. Clearing her throat she said, "Shall we go, then?"

Masking his face with indifference, he turned to the dungeons entrance without waiting for her. Hermione scowled and marched behind him, brown curls bouncing around her.

"I guess common courtesy is out of the question," she muttered to herself.

He paused and looked at her as they reached the door to Slughorn's party. "Don't get your hopes up, Granger."

She grimaced up at him. "Don't worry, I haven't. Can't exactly forget five years of pure loathing, now can you?"

He smirked and said nothing, and swung the door open. He walked in quickly before Hermione could step in, and she clenched her jaw tightly before walking in behind him.

The amount of people packed inside astounded her. Music was strumming softly as if enchanted to play out of thin air, and food and drinks were circulating everywhere. The center was packed, so Malfoy sauntered along the sides with a mild look of amusement etched on his face. Hermione, not knowing what else to do, followed suit.

He picked up a glass of butterbeer that was offered to him and swished the contents in his glass lazily, observing the crowd with boredom. Hermione resumed a post next to him. She felt suddenly very awkward. How does one strike an evening with one of her most hated enemies? Especially one she'd caught shagging some girl at the dead of night without reporting it?

Malfoy felt her unease and chuckled derisively. "Tighten up Granger, the party's hardly started and you're already melting."

"I am not," she hissed, casting him a glaring glance and folding her arms. "It's just that there are so many people, and all this noise, it's not at all what I expec—"

"—I'm sorry, did I give the impression that care?" Malfoy interrupted with a scowl. "I'm just your date, Granger, not your pony boy." He drained his cup and threw it behind him, leaving her gaping as he smiled at a pretty fifth year a few feet away.

Angrily Hermione stormed away from him, agitation building up in her. She drew herself a glass of punch when a tap on the shoulder forced her to turn around.

It was Luna Lovegood. "Hello Hermione," she said airily. "Lovely party, isn't it?"

"Fantastic," Hermione replied politely.

"If I may ask, did you arrive with Draco Malfoy?" she questioned, though her attention was on the ceiling as if it had some giant creature crawling along it.

Hermione took a sip of her drink. "Yes, I did."

Luna's eyes snapped to hers. "Oh. I suppose what everyone is talking about is true then."

Hermone's eyes widened. "People are talking about me?"

"I don't really know. Harry mentioned it after you entered," Luna admitted.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Harry asked you to be his date?"

"Yes," she said with a dreamy smile. "He's so nice, don't you agree? Such a good friend."

"Top of the notch," a voice said, entering their conversation. It was Harry himself. Hermione froze, not able to read if his expression was angry or not.

"Hello, Harry," Hermione said pleasantly. "Having a nice evening?"

"The best," Harry answered. "Especially the part where you showed up with Draco Malfoy! Hermione, what were you thinking?"

"Do you have a problem?" Hermione shot.

"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. If Ron found out—"

"Well then, I guess you should talk to your best friend Ronald, shouldn't you? I'm sure you'll have a real good laugh about it," she said bitterly.

"Why don't you go talk to him yourself?" Harry said slowly.

Hermione's eyes grew wide and she turned around in the direction Harry was staring. Right by the door entrance stood Ron, his hand clenched with Ginny's.

"Hermione," Ginny started, her voice wavering. "He-he wouldn't let go, wouldn't let me go with Dean unless I told him who your date was, and—"

Hermione shook her head, and she silenced. All she could do was stare at the furious red-head standing before her.

"Is it true?" he asked in a surprisingly calm voice. Hermione swallowed.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Don't play stupid," Ron said angrily. "Is it true you're here with that git?"

"You really should stop talking about yourself so harshly, Weaselbee," Malfoy's sardonic voice replied. Hermione turned to look at her left as Malfoy walked to stand beside her. His mouth twisted in a sneer. "Your mum probably says things like that enough. If your mum has that kind of brain capacity, you never know with gingers—"

"You leave her out of it!"

"That's enough!" Hermione shouted. She turned to glare at Ron. "You have no business here, you aren't invited."

"Good thing Ginny's my date, isn't it?" was his quick reply. Hermione stared incredulously at Ron then Ginny, who looked absolutely miserable.

"You…I can't believe you would do that, and to your own sister! Depriving her of her right to have a nice evening with her boyfriend—"

"Is that what that foul piece of ferret is to you, now?" Ron snapped with a note of disgust. "You've really lowered your standards—"

"—And what would you know about my standards, Ronald?" Hermione growled. "Melting your face against Lavender as if she's piece of meat, you're worse than a street rat. You'll just take whatever throws itself at you, won't you?"

"Bravo," Malfoy said with a mix of surprise and appraisal. "Makes you wonder what dumbass thing you did to break up the golden trio so deliciously."

Hermione shot Malfoy a penetrating glare. "You keep out of it," Hermione muttered with a hiss.

Ron watched the exchange and shook his head, lip curling in disgust. "Whore."

Everyone at the party had been watching with silent interest up until then, and a unanimous gasp echoed around the room as the word passed from Ron's lips. Hermione could only stare, her mind going numb.

Whore.

A loud bang echoed in the room and Harry, Ginny, and Luna had their wands out, jinxing Ron with spell after spell. Luna had the look of extreme shock and, for the first time, anger. Ron had managed to evade most of the attacks with effective counter curses Hermione did not know he could produce, and suddenly Professor Slughorn came waddling into view as he boomed angrily, "No wand-waving at my party!"

"Fine with me," Harry muttered as he launched himself at Ron before many pairs of hands restrained him, and the next thing that happened drew a gasp of surprise from Hermione.

Malfoy had been silently watching the exchange up until now, then he carefully sauntered next to Ron where he drew not his wand, but his fist. It collided with a loud smack against Ron's jaw, and a circle formed around the pair as they watched the two battle.

It ended as quickly as it started, with the crowd dissipating in an instant as two expert wands waved in the air and pushed the two struggling boys apart.

Professor Snape and Professor Slughorn lowered their wands and grabbed the necks of Ron and Malfoy's robes.

"What in Merlin's name do you think you were doing, Wallamby?" Slughorn exclaimed. "You're not even supposed to be in here!"

"Ginny…s'my date…" he answered slowly, his finger gingerly touching the quickly swelling lip.

"That's disgusting," Professor Snape retorted, and they flung both Malfoy and Ron outside the room, striding behind them. Slughorn turned around and announced desperately, "The party isn't over yet! Keep enjoying the evening!"

It took a few minutes for the chatter to rise up again, and most of the partygoers were talking animatedly about the scene that was just displayed. Ginny and Luna stuffed their wands away and peered carefully at Hermione, who had not moved yet.

"Hermione?" Ginny said tentatively. "Hermione, ignore every single thing that idiot just said. Don't think about it; here, have a bite to eat—"

"I need to step out for some fresh air," Hermione managed to finally say, with a surprising amount of calm. "I'll be back."

She strode out of the room and walked out of the dungeons, and up the grand staircase.

xxx

Malfoy stood as he heard the two Slytherin professors drone on and one about how breaking the school rules and starting riots amongst the students would not end in a successful career.

"I'm sorry to do this, as you're in my own house," Professor Slughorn said sadly, "But I'll have to take twenty points from Slytherin for your misconduct, Mr. Malfoy."

"Same goes for you, Mr. Weasley," Snape snidely remarked. "Only, you seemed to be the instigator to this unfortunate event, and to ensure you never show up like a blind maniac to any other event at this school, I'll take my precautions. Thirty points from Gryffindor."

Ron's jaw dropped and his eyes lowered to the ground, fuming silently.

"In addition," Snape continued, "you will both join me in detention this week. Mindless fighting is not a policy I believe Hogwarts upholds. Now, back to your dormitories."

Glaring at Draco one last time, Ron sulked away to the grand staircase and Draco watched him leave with a look of revulsion. Seeing as he was already at in the dungeons, he wasn't very far from the Slytherin dormitory. Snape turned on his heel, evidently bored with the situation already, and stalked out of sight.

"Well, off you go," Slughorn said, and turned back to the room where the party was still going.

"Wait, professor," he said quickly, and Slughorn turned around. "I'm truly, ah, sorry about what happened inside."

Slughorn waved his hand nonchalantly, "Oh, no matter, you're strapping young men; I remember what it was like to be sixteen." He chuckled at the memory and shook his head. "It's done with, and punishment has been placed where it's due."

"Yes, but," Draco interrupted again before Slughorn could turn away again. "See, I find it just a little unfair, only in the accordance that I should not be allowed back to the party seeing…seeing as I only reacted to a hideous remark placed on one of your most superb students."

Slughorn did not seem convinced. "Well, be that as it may, I don't think your return would do any good—"

"I'd at least like to say goodnight to my date," he said quickly. "Hermione Granger?"

"Oh yes, yes, Miss Granger!" Slughorn said with recognition. "Bright student, very bright…is she whom…?"

"Yes," Malfoy answered. "She received the slander. Many others inside would agree." Slughorn frowned. "Just a quick goodnight parting," Malfoy persisted. "Then off to the dormitory for me."

Slughorn thought for a moment before slumping. "Alright, just say your goodbyes and then off to bed."

Smiling, Draco stepped inside behind Slughorn, and quickly scanned the room for his date. He merely wanted to gloat in front of her then leave, but Hermione was nowhere in sight.

A hand shot out and grabbed his arm. Harry was standing behind him.

"Where's Ron?" he demanded.

"Shipped off to Egypt, I'm afraid," he answered somberly. "Off to learn peaceful methods from the camels."

"Come off it," Harry snapped. "What are you playing at? Why did you agree to be Hermione's date? You think she's filth."

"Keep to your own nose, Potter; she asked me to the party, not the other way around," Draco retorted. Harry's eyes widened slightly but his grip tightened. Draco rolled his eyes. "Drop the antics, I'm not interested in you tonight."

He turned to leave but Harry's hand was still clenching his arm. Draco raised an eyebrow and decided to turn the game around. "Is this jealousy I detect?" He moved closer to Harry until they were nose to nose, their bangs touching, black mixing with silvery blond. He lowered his voice. "Want me all for yourself? Sorry to disappoint, but I don't swing that way…yet. You may convince me with a few more words."

He released Draco's arm with revulsion. "You're mental," Harry growled, and disappeared in the crowd.

Draco smiled slightly before searching from Hermione again. He felt very tired suddenly, and wondered if all this trouble to make her pay for his previous years' troubles was worth it. He had surprised himself when he punched the hot-headed Weasley, all simply because he had called Hermione Granger a whore. He admitted, even for him it was a foul name reserved only for the vilest person, and Hermione definitely didn't deserve such a title.

However, his reaction disturbed him deeply. Something inside of him had gone cold, and the expression on Hermione's face had not helped. Something in her gaze fractured, as if the world around her had been shattered into tiny shards and pieces. He watched Harry, Luna Lovegood, and Ginny Weasley react immediately by flinging out their wands, but that kind of confrontation did not satisfy him. He wanted to physically inflict pain upon the idiot.

But why? He certainly didn't have enough feelings for the muggle-born to become her protective…protector. The savior of her innocence. The knight in enchanted armor.

The prospect made him chuckle, and yet here he was, searching for her.

Draco's eyes caught sight of Luna Lovegood, who was gazing around with a noncommittal expression, having neither interest nor disinterest in the party. He decided she would probably know where Hermione was, especially after she sent the curse that was probably swelling Weasley's lip to the size of a balloon.

He cleared his throat and approached her. "Do you know where Hermione is?"

Her eyes landed on him softly. "Oh hello," she greeted pleasantly. "Hermione left shortly after you and Ron were taken outside."

"Do you know where she left to?" Draco pressed, slightly irritated that she was distracted by something in the air.

"No," was her dreamy reply. Annoyed, and not up to insulting someone who wouldn't care either way, he turned around and decided it was time to forget about the ordeal and head back to his dormitory. "By the way," she called, and he paused. "I thought that the way you hit Ron was… very brave. He should not have said those things about Hermione," she continued, "and the black eye makes you look very devil may care."

He shifted uneasily. "Er, thanks," he said, and Luna smiled before turning around and trying to catch something invisible in the air. "Perhaps she's headed to the Gryffindor tower," Luna added, and continued with her hunt.

Malfoy breathed in deeply through his nose and decided his time at Slughorn's Christmas party was over, and he strode out.

Then an idea sparked in his head.

He walked across the entrance hall and bounded up the grand staircase. After going up a few floors, he entered one and walked ahead, catching his breath.

The old bathroom door was just a foot away, the one he happened across last night. He heard a small sound, clearly feminine, and Malfoy did not hesitate to turn the knob.

He was immediately met with a silvery figure—a ghost with pigtails and glasses who looked extremely sour.

"She's been coming in here too often!" the ghost girl wailed angrily. "Get her out!" And with that she zoomed right through Malfoy's body and spiraled in the air, disappearing.

Malfoy stepped forward cautiously, until he caught sight of a soft pink dress and slender legs crossed together, and he came to see Hermione sitting on a ledge with her hair a mane once again. Her face was in her hands, shoulders drooping heavily.

Hermione's head shot up, her eyes locking with his as they narrowed. "What are you doing here?"

xxx

Hermione had initially come to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom to relieve herself, considering it was the only thing that made her forget about Ron completely. But the moment she stepped inside she felt every bit pathetic that Ron had accused her of. It shouldn't take a climax to forget someone, and yet here Hermione was.

So instead, she took a seat on the ledge and tried to calm down.

The thought of Harry, Ginny, and Luna coming to her defense lifted her spirits. She hadn't expected Harry-Ron's best friend, and Ginny-Ron's own sister, to take her side so readily. And the attacks from Luna Lovegood surprised her, no less the angry expression she momentarily possessed.

But what baffled her the most was Malfoy's reaction.

She hadn't expected him to lift a finger in her defense, no less punch Ron square in the jaw and start a brawl. It worried her deeply. What did he mean by doing that? He made it clear on several occasions that he wished nothing more than to drop her in a vat of troll dung and set it on fire.

Just thinking about him irritated her, but after tonight…she didn't think she could hate him so devotedly. Perhaps there was more to the Slytherin prince than blond hair and snide remarks.

A loud sound caught her attention, and she heard Moaning Myrtle practically scream about Hermione's irritating presence in the girl's lavatory. Hermione stiffened and dropped her head in her hands, not wanting to confront whatever girl decided to slander her further. Even worse, she didn't want the consolatory words of her friends, for she would truly just break down with sympathy. Hermione was puzzled though; nobody ever came to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, and she was sure nobody had followed her out of the party…so who was it?

She was met with silence. Why wasn't the intruder saying anything? Finally she snapped her head up to kindly tell the person to go about their business and leave her alone, but the words got stuck in her throat.

The person before her was Draco Malfoy himself.

"What are you doing here?" she blurted out. He did not reply, merely stared at her with interest.

"…Well?"

He shrugged, leaning against a stall. "Oh, just thought I'd strike up a chat or something, catch up on life."

She frowned. "Right."

He said nothing, merely decided to stare at her until she began to squirm under his gaze. "Well, if that's it, then. The exit's over there."

"I know where it is."

"Then why are you still here? Don't you have first years to terrorize?" Hermione said irritatedly.

"Why haven't you cried yet?" he asked suddenly, catching Hermione by surprise.

"What?" she spluttered.

"Isn't that what you girls do? Leave dramatically up some stairs, lock yourself in a bathroom and cry as if the world has a personal agenda against you."

"I'm not that naïve," Hermione shot back, annoyed at his attacks. "And even if I had something to discuss of that nature, I am certainly not discussing it with you. Don't think you've fooled me, Malfoy; you're still the smarmy worm you were the day you stepped into Hogwarts."

His eyes went cold. "Of course I am," he snarled, taking a few steps toward her. "Little prim and proper Granger, too busy having her nose buried in books and hands down her panties to know anything else."

"Excuse me?"

"What, did I stutter?" he mocked. Hermione had gone scarlet and she shifted uncomfortably.

"How dare you say such things about me?" Hermione's voice rose nearly to a shout, but inside she was mortified that he would say something very close to what was real.

He strode towards her until they were a few inches apart, and she leaned away from the close proximity. "You of all people would know, Granger," he said lowly. "Coming here to this bathroom…sort of a guilty pleasure, wouldn't you agree?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about."

He smiled, his grey eyes darkening. "Would you like a reminder?" he said lightly, his finger trailing lightly down her face. She flinched away.

"You're vile."

"So I've heard," he answered, his finger lightly trailing down her side.

"You know nothing about me," Hermione countered, grabbing his hand as it began to trail down her thigh. "And you're stepping out of line. Get away from me before I hex you."

"So that I can leave you to pleasure yourself?" They were close enough that she could feel his breath on her skin. "Was last night not enough? That's why you came here, isn't it," he said, using his other hand continue what his left couldn't finish. It slid lightly down her thigh, and when he flickered his eyes to look at her, her face was a mix of shock and confusion. "It's becoming a nasty habit of yours, coming down here whenever that red-headed buffoon sets you off. It can't be healthy, doing it by yourself."

Malfoy suddenly felt the tip of Hermione's wand against his throat. "How do you know that?"

"Ah, so she admits it!" Malfoy smiled. "The cleverest witch in the school and you can't figure that one out?"

Her eyes were pensive for a moment before it dawned on her.

"You're a prefect," she whispered in a small, horrified voice.

"Shockingly," Malfoy grinned, leaning towards her to make her even more uncomfortable. "Imagine my surprise while I was doing rounds and a small noise came from this very bathroom. And the further I investigated, the more I heard, and the more I saw. And from the looks of it, Granger, you were enjoying yourself quite a lot."

Her face hardened. "So you saw me. And what? You did nothing, just like when I caught you. What, too afraid to report it?"

"See, Granger, that's what sets us apart," he smirked as she glowered at him. "You didn't report me because, well, I must have sent you in a tizzy and you were too flabbergasted to think of anything else. I on the other hand," his hand lowered down her leg and brushed against her inner thigh, and she reflexively closed her knees together, "like having leverage. And this was quite a delicious one to have."

"Don't do this," she warned.

He cocked his head. "No?"

"You think I'm disgusting," she prompted, pushing the tip of her wand deeper against him, but he was unfazed. "You think my blood is dirty, so everything I touch is dirty. Don't try to lie, Malfoy; everyone knows you think I'm rubbish."

"Yes, this black eye I've got here is a token of how much rubbish I find in you," Malfoy retorted irritatedly. Hermione's gaze shifted to his left eye, where a purplish-blue hue was starting around it. There really was no denying that.

"So your feelings for me have changed."

"Not changed, sort of…shifted."

"I don't believe you."

"I don't really care." Malfoy's eyes narrowed, and his eyes ran the length of her body. "Have you ever been with someone?"

Her eyes widened. "That's really none of your business!"

"Because if you had, you wouldn't be holed up in some dingy bathroom, touching your—"

"That's enough!" Hermione shrilled.

"Would you like to know what it really feels like?" he inquired. "I mean you have a point, you are a mudblood and I might gag while doing it, but the outcome could be interesting—"

"I can't stand you!"

"And neither do I," Malfoy shot back. "Yet here we are."

They were both breathing fast, staring at each other with every ounce of hatred they possessed.

What happened next was quick and a complete haze. Once second they were glaring at each other and the next Hermione lowered her wand and crashed her lips to Malfoy's. He pushed her further against the wall and grabbed her leg, pulling her hips closer to his. His mouth slanted over hers hungrily, and Hermione obliged. Her fingers threaded in his soft hair and tugged hard, and his hands roamed her torso. She felt herself growing hotter, her senses on a high.

He couldn't get enough of her soft skin, the way she responded so deliciously to him. He forgot that this was the girl whom he wanted to see suffer, but someone he wanted to explore thoroughly. His mouth left a burning sensation down her throat as his bit lightly on her neck and she made a small sound, his hand trailing between their bodies and to her inner thigh.

She hissed when his hand lightly touched her hot core through the thin fabric of her panties, and he sucked hard on the flesh of her neck. He rubbed a finger directly over her sex, teasing a moan out of her as she gripped tightly on his shoulders. Tugging his hair hard, she brought his mouth back to hers, enjoying how smooth and soft they were against hers. She had imagined him to be coarse and unforgiving, but he turned out to be the exact opposite. Every movement he made stimulated her further, every kiss driving her insane. His hand brushed against her breast and she sighed, pushing herself against him.

"Get out of my bloody bathroom!" a female voice shrieked. Malfoy and Hermione drew apart to see Moaning Myrtle hovering a few feet above him. "This is not a brothel!"

Hermione seemed to catch herself. She froze, and Malfoy took a step away from her. She glanced at him, horrified, and looked down at her dress, which was in complete disarray.

"Merlin," she whispered. Malfoy couldn't rip his eyes away from her tousled form, and definitely not from her thoroughly kissed lips. She seemed to be thinking along the same lines, but she breathed in deeply and shook her head. "You don't mention this… to anyone." Without another word, she brushed past him and ran out of the bathroom.

He sighed deeply and turned around to lean against the ledge Hermione had been on. He stared up at Myrtle's hovering form and said, "Well, shit."
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