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Disclaimer: This is JKR�s world.

Author�s Note 1: Clothing. I know it�s very popular to
portray them all as having what I would call Muggle clothes underneath their
robes but all canon I have been able to find points to it being robes only over
underwear. I am considering letting them wear some sort of trousers in winter,
though. Any pointers for more info on this subject would be appreciated (the
movies are not canon).

Author�s Note 2: I have just finished book 6 and
something made me very happy and very sad at the same time. I seem to have
caught Malfoy dead on right down to him wanting to throw up when under severe
stress. This pleases me immensely. However, I do realize that this is probably
why some people have deemed me rather clich� and that there is no way in Hell I
can convince anyone that I didn�t merely recycle canon material. The reason
this makes me sad is because of the amount of time I spent thinking about just
the right way to do it in the first place.

Author�s Note 3: This will be the last note, promise. :P If you read my story and like it, please do feel free to
drop me a line. Constructive
criticism is also appreciated. I am not a very confident writer. To me, this is
hard work and the story does not by any means come easy. I fight it every step
of the way and every since I put down the first paragraph in the first chapter
it has been a struggle not to simply give it up. I have appreciated the
response I have gotten so far very much, thank you. Rest assured that I am not
holding chapters hostage and if I fail in updating
it�s simply because I haven�t been able to produce anything I would want
published.

EDIT: I mucked up with canon in one spot. It was so
obvious that I am really surprised nobody called me on it. It was a minor
thing, though, and it�s fixed now.

Once again thanks to Miss Nibbles for helping me to fix some feelings.

**********

Hermione was
left standing in the hallway, clutching the wall and shaking with a torrent of
emotions. For a few moments she didn�t know which one of them to go with. She
felt hurt to an extent that an almost physical numbness was spreading. She was
disappointed that he had been so easily disparaged and she was confused at her
own disappointment. Finally she latched on to anger, which seemed the safest
thing to feel at this point. Having decided on the proper emotion she grasped
for some thoughts to sustain it.

How dare he treat her like this? How dare he repeatedly abuse and humiliate
her and then turn around and clearly try to pick up where he�d left off? Her
legs really wouldn�t stop shaking. What if he was right? What if she really was
nothing more than a slut eager to accept any and all advances? She closed her
eyes. What if she was forever doomed to tolerate abuse from the likes of him in
order to satisfy her own wanton needs? Even now, no matter how hard she tried
to block it, she could vividly recall her answer to all of his advances and she
felt anger and disgust at herself for being so weak.

Tears pooled in
her eyes. It didn�t matter what she was or how she�d acted, she had still
deserved to have a first time with someone who wouldn�t take the gift and laugh
at it before completely destroying every good memory there might have been
about it. Why couldn�t he just have left well enough alone? She had done
everything he asked, she hadn�t even looked at him in class. Nothing more had
needed to come of it.

Yet for some
reason he seemed to be much more vicious than he�d ever been before. Attacking
poor Ron when, fine, he hadn�t been very clever lately, but to act like that
was simply despicable. She had been sure Malfoy had simply wanted to demonstrate
that nothing had changed, until he�d made that remark.

All right there, Granger? He man
enough for you or could you use a little� extracurricular gratification?

The words had
hit her like a blow to the stomach. She hadn�t dared look at Harry or Ron for
fear of what they might see betrayed in her eyes. Instead she had dragged them
both away, cooing her usual refrain of �he�s
not worth it� and �nobody listens to
him, don�t let him get to you� while hearing him and his coarse friends
laugh after them. She had thought, then, her humiliation had been complete.
Hah. Little had she known.

She sniffed and
pushed herself away from the wall. Get a
grip, Hermione, she thought wiping her eyes. It�s not like you�re the first person ever to sleep with a bastard. Not
even as a first time. At least you never loved him and he never lied to you
about what he thought of you.

She hadn�t
really thought about her first time before this. She hadn�t planned it or
anything. She had just assumed that it would not be like this. She had taken a lot of things for granted. For
starters, she had thought that the boy would have liked, if not loved, her. She
had also thought that the boy would have had the decency to not have called her
a slut afterwards. And finally she had thought that the boy would have looked
on her with smiles and warmth instead of sneers and arrogance.

She knew it was
her own fault for choosing him to
begin with. It had been a rash and stupid thing to do. Still, she had just
hoped for a little more respect or at least a little less disgust. The way he
treated her made her feel worthless and that in turn made her angry, because
she knew she deserved better, she
did! Didn�t she?

Feeling
thoroughly downtrodden Hermione walked up to the dormitories, only stopping at the
Fat Lady to give the password before walking on until she entered her shared
bedroom. No one was there yet; it was still much too early. She was feeling
very relieved to have the privacy, not wanting to talk to anyone just now.

Dragging her
feet slightly, Hermione went over to the enchanted mirror where her mirror
image smiled and waved back at her, her nose and eyes a little red. She looked
at her face, which frankly wasn�t a very pretty sight right now. She�d always
envied those girls who could cry prettily instead of getting all splotchy and
red-nosed as she did. Her mirror image stuck her tongue out at her. Yes, I feel the same way, Hermione
thought wryly.

Normally she
didn�t think her face ugly. Not really. It was just so very plain. Her features
were even but unremarkable. Her teeth were a clean white and even. Dental
hygiene was important, after all.

Her eyes were
brown. She tried to think up some nice adjectives for them to make them
prettier somehow. She did come up with a few. Chocolate.
Cinnamon. Amber. Hazel. Yet her eyes were really just� brown. She supposed the
color was all right, though. It didn�t remind her of anything icky, which was
always an upside. She decided to let it go.

The hair framing
her face was her most damning feature. It didn�t have some exciting exotic
color and certainly no luster to speak of. It was a dull common shade of brown
and it always looked dry and frizzy. She pulled at a lock, sighing. Nope, no
boy would fall for that. So far all she had to rely on was her brains and
everyone knew how that feature was
very important with teenage boys. Not.

Blokes will have sex with anything and still enjoy it.
Even, occasionally, Mudbloods.

Wincing at the
reminder, Hermione smoothed her hands over her robes, taking in her body. She
couldn�t really see anything. �Turn around, please,� she instructed her
mirrored self, who giggling turned around, strutting and making poses. It still
wasn�t any good. Sighing she opened her belt and removed her robes. The mirror
image just gaped at her and shook her head. �Take them off,� Hermione
instructed. Again the mirror image shook her head. �I�ll be standing here like
this until you do,� Hermione warned and finally, looking apprehensive, her
mirror image took off her robes.

Hermione let her
hands run over her breasts, ignoring how her mirrored self blushed furiously
and scowled at her. Her breasts were as unspectacular as the rest of her. They
were small, round and firm. She had had no idea just how sensitive they could
be until the other night. Letting her hands run lower, she reached her belly.
It was soft and gently rounded, not completely flat. She let her hands slide
down over her hips, taking herself in fully. She really wasn�t at all like some
girls she�d seen around with their belts snugly tightened to accentuate their
tiny waists and generous curves, was she? Hermione didn�t really mind, but�

I wonder what he thought about my body.

The question
shocked her to the core. What did she care what he thought? He�d more or less
said that he�d only been with her because he didn�t want anyone to see that he
was aroused. This, by the way, had
not been her doing in the first place.
He had then kissed her. She might for some obscure reason
that eluded even herself have liked and responded to it but the fact remained:
He had started it. He had then proceeded to purposefully put it all on her,
making her feel like she had jumped his unsuspecting, innocent bones. That conceited git!

Oh please, she thought. You�re not all that, Malfoy!

No, he wasn�t
all that. He wasn�t the most handsome boy in school and he was far from being
the nicest. His charms were debatable, too, as were his ethics. Yet Hermione
wasn�t enough of a hypocrite to claim that she found him unattractive, not
after what had happened. She was willing to own her own part in it unlike someone. She scowled at her mirror
image, who was more than willing to glare back at her.

Why did you throw your virginal Mudblood self at me?

Hermione bit
back her renewed irritation. That really had been a legitimate question,
although �why did you sleep with me?� would
have sounded a lot nicer. So� why had she
done it?

Fighting her own
unwillingness to delve into this topic she tried discerning her own motives. It
wasn�t that he had been irresistible; she had already covered that bit. It had
just been so� Hermione searched for the word. Powerful. Yes, that was how it had felt. It had been too powerful
for her not to explore. It hadn�t been very wise of her, no, but wishing she
hadn�t done it didn�t make it so.

So what if he
blamed her for it? He had been perfectly capable of stopping at any time he
wished. It wasn�t her fault that he
was a coddled, selfish boy who didn�t know how to tell himself no!

Reaching this
conclusion, Hermione angrily put her robes back on, turning to the mirror to
adjust it, when she realized her mirror image had fled. Sighing deeply she
reminded herself to bring an unenchanted mirror back
to Hogwarts the next time she went home.

**********

The next morning
Hermione went down to breakfast as usual and as had been her habit of late she
avoided looking at the Slytherin table. Sliding in next to Harry she heard Ron
say �� that git!� concluding that they had been talking
about yesterday. Oh, goodie.

She ignored
their rantings about the evil that was Malfoy,
absent-mindedly picking at some toast. When Harry leaned forward for some more
juice, however, she noticed something that she hadn�t noticed before.

�Have you been
working out?� she asked, eying his arm.

Harry stopped in
mid-movement. �What?�

�Have you been
working out? You know, exercising to impress the girls?� Harry and Ron
exchanged looks. Hermione took a closer look at Ron. �You too!� she said. He
gave a start.

�We haven�t been
doing anything out of the ordinary,� Harry said. �Just Quidditch.�

Hermione looked
at them uncomprehending. �That�s all done by magic, though, isn�t it?� she
asked.

Both boys
laughed at her. �And how do you think we stay on?� Ron asked. �Takes some work,
you know.� Ron and Harry both shook their heads incomprehensively at her sudden
interest in their fitness.

�Hmm,� was all
Hermione replied, already retreating back into her reverie.
So that was why Malfoy had been fit, pure and simple � he�d been playing Quidditch. Not that it mattered at all, because it didn�t.
So what if he hadn�t been working out to try and impress silly Slytherin girls?
Playing Quidditch was an even better way of achieving
the same end, it seemed � there being the added popularity and all.

It was hard for
her to bash him for playing Quidditch, though, when
her two friends were doing the same. But it wasn�t
the same, she was sure. It was just the same means to completely different
ends. Whatever the ends were. Oh, she knew what his
ends were: evil, shallow womanizing. Trying hard to ignore her own flawed
logics, she mulled over this for a while.

Ron�s voice
penetrated her thoughts. �So Malfoy landed you in detention for a whole week,
did he?� Hermione jerked, her heart skipping a beat, before realizing he was
addressing Harry.

�Yes,� Harry
replied. �The odd thing, though, is that Hermione was there and Malfoy told Snape that she didn�t do anything.�

�What?� Ron
straightened from his eggs and looked at Hermione frowning. �Why would he do that?�

They were both
looking at her. She wasn�t prepared for this. �Ahm��
she said, stalling for time. �He-he needed help on his Transfiguration
homework.� She sighed with relief as they seemed to accept this with mutters of
�of course� and �smartest girl in school�. Yes, she was, wasn�t she? She looked
down on her food, losing the desire even to pick at it. She could probably do
with a diet anyway.

�So that�s why you were alone with him in
that room!� Ron said, beaming. �I didn�t know what to think.�

Hermione�s head
shot up, red spots on her cheeks. �Listening to gossip now, Ron? Don�t you have
anything better to do?� she felt a certain satisfaction when he blushed and
avoided her eyes, quickly followed by a sense of guilt. She had been alone with Malfoy and none of
it had been exactly innocent.

�Wait, you were
alone with him, Hermione?� Harry asked, looking concerned. �You know that�s not
very wise if he�s a��

�Oh, get off
it!� Hermione snapped, forgetting everything about feeling guilty. �He isn�t.
He�s just some spoiled prat who talks big.� She
pushed her food away and got up, meeting a pair of amused grey eyes at the
Slytherin table as she did so. Great, just great. She bared her teeth viciously at him and stormed off, very much
wishing to curse every male in her year.

**********

A few weeks went
by with nothing untoward happening. Hermione took great care to not be caught
in a position, compromising or otherwise, where she would have to talk to
Malfoy. Hogsmeade weekend came and went. Hermione
noticed that Malfoy went about his business much as he had before, Parkinson
never many steps away from him and his goons. Fortunately he seemed to grow
bored with taunting her and so eventually he stopped doing it, allowing her to
finally drop her guard and relax again.

Exactly 26 days
after their last private encounter, not that she was counting, Hermione was
dawdling alone at the library. It wasn�t that she didn�t want to go back to her
common room, exactly; it was more of a lack of enthusiasm. She knew what would
meet her back at the common room: an excited Harry giving her more of his
�evidence� that Malfoy was a Death Eater. Even if it hadn�t reminded her of
what they had done she would still have been annoyed at the way he was going on
about it. She knew she couldn�t stay here much longer, though; Madam Pinch
would throw her out in a few minutes.

Sighing,
Hermione gathered her books and slowly began the walk back to the Gryffindor
common room. It was late, she could just say she was tired when she got there
and go to bed. She wasn�t really tired, though, and going to bed sounded
frightfully dull.

Lost in thought,
she didn�t notice anyone else being in the corridor before someone grabbed her,
dragging her into what looked like a janitor�s closet, holding a hand over her
mouth. She just had time to think how stupid it had been of her not to be more
alert in these times, when the perpetrator spoke.

�Don�t scream,�
he said softly. �It�s me. Took your time getting here, didn�t you?�

Malfoy.

What did he want
from her this time? Was he just bored and needed someone to harass again? She
wouldn�t stand for it this time and she�d make damn sure he knew it.

�What do you
want?� she asked aggressively when he slowly removed his hand, pulling the door
shut so only a sliver of light entered.

�You,� he
mumbled as he bent to kiss her.

Wait� What?

That was about
as much coherent thinking as registered before she discovered the feel of his
warm, soft lips on hers. Just the tiniest brush made her moan with an almost
forgotten longing. Seemingly encouraged by this he deepened the kiss, allowing
his tongue to penetrate her mouth.

Her knees
growing decidedly weak, Hermione grabbed an almost desperate hold of his
shoulders to keep her up and appearing to understand he hoisted her up wrapping
her legs about his waist and pinning her to the wall.

She moaned
again, having now completely forgetting everything but the feeling of him
kissing her, pressing his hardness against her softness. His one hand was on
her thigh, steadying her, while his other hand slid up to cup one of her
breasts. When he began gently kneading her through her robes it was pure bliss.

She let her
hands slide up his neck into his hair where she entangled them, grabbing a
hold, keeping his head in place. He made a low sound of approval in his throat
that did strange things to her insides and the kiss turned hard and hungry.

Wasn�t there some reason why I shouldn�t�?

Frowning in confusion,
Hermione broke the kiss, turning her head away. Unperturbed Malfoy started
kissing and nibbling her neck, making Hermione�s pulse soar as he sucked on a
particular sensitive spot.

�Wait,� she
groaned, trying to gather her wits as he, deciding that he liked that
particular spot on her neck, started nibbling at it. When he proceeded to bite
a little harder everything went black for a second.

Malfoy only shushed her gently. �Don�t think so much,� he breathed
against her pulse. �Just feel.� He then slid a hand
inside her panties and with agonizingly slow movements touched her everywhere
but the one place she longed to be touched. She squirmed against him and his
breath labored but he continued to just tease her.

�Please,� she panted, thrusting more forcefully against him.

He smiled as if he had won a small victory and then he kissed her
again and swallowed her cry as he touched her just right. Hermione desperately
needed an outlet for her own need, so she returned his kiss forcefully, making
him groan and press harder against her.

She thought she was going to die when his finger entered her and
judging from the shudder going through his body he had much the same feeling.
How could she have forgotten how good this felt? Nothing she had ever done to
herself when she was lying alone in bed at night could possibly compare to
this.

�I need�� he choked out.

She nodded. Surely he didn�t think she would stop? Her thoughts were
nothing but a blur of a hot, desperate longing, eager to be fulfilled.

Suddenly, before they could go any further, his head shot up, he
turned to face the door and his entire body froze.

�What�� Hermione asked, but he clamped his
hand over her mouth and then signaled for her to be quiet. Now she could hear
it too; muffled steps. Someone was approaching and trying to be quiet about it.
There was some shuffling about outside the closet�s door.

Hermione�s heart beat fast and hard from fear of discovery, the lust
temporarily pushed in the background. She was going to lose her prefect status
at the very least if she was discovered like this in a closet making out and�
worse.

�He�s not here,� said an annoyed voice Hermione knew all too well. Harry. From the frown on Malfoy�s face he�d recognized the voice as well. He had
taken half a step back, letting her slide down to stand on her own feet and he
was now listening intently.

�Are you sure you read the map right?� asked another voice. Ron. Hermione shot another quick glance
at Malfoy whose frown had deepened.

�Yes, take a look at it yourself! Malfoy, fourth
floor. Right where we are now!� Harry�s voice
insisted.

Oh, this was no good at all! Now Malfoy knew about the map, and why
didn�t they think to look in the closet? Malfoy looked really angry now. She
couldn�t really blame him; who liked being followed around and having their fun
interrupted?

�Yes, but look at this bit,� Ron pointed out. �It says Hermione
should be here too.� There was a slight pause. �You don�t think she�s still
tutoring him, do you?�

Hermione looked away as she felt Malfoy glancing at her. Well, she
had had to tell them something,
hadn�t she?

�No�� Harry mumbled. �But something is definitely off. Right. Well. We won�t find anything here, so we might as
well go back.� There was some more muffling and then their steps receded.

�How come�� Hermione began but was cut off
by �Bedazzling hex on the door.�

She nodded. Of course. This had been
planned carefully, hadn�t it? She didn�t know why it bothered her so much that
he had made that much of an effort to make sure they weren�t discovered, but it
did. She would have been mortified if anyone, especially her friends, had
caught her, yet it was hardly flattering to be someone�s dirty little secret.

Feeling rather annoyed with both herself and Malfoy she made to
leave.

Malfoy�s hand shot
out to stop her. �Where are you�� he stopped abruptly
as he had her wand pressed against his jugular vein.

�Let go of me,� she said calmly, not softening the pressure of her
wand even as he did as asked. Hermione couldn�t help but smile a little at his
shocked expression as she carefully removed his wand. �Why did you bring me
here?� she then proceeded to ask coldly. He made no move to answer and she
prodded him a little harder with her wand.

�Isn�t it obvious?� he asked, glowering at her.

She supposed it was, but� �Spell it out to me!� she said, feeling a
certain satisfaction from the fact that he was unable to hide his annoyance.

�I wanted to fuck you
again,� he calmly said after a small pause, smirking a little at her wince and
glare at his crude choice of words.

She shook her head. �No, you said��

�I lied, all right? This here is not exactly something I�m proud
of.�

�You hate me,� she stated slowly as if daring him to dispute it.

�That�s right I do. I hate you and your two friends, The Boy Who
Stalks and sidekick Beggar Boy, with all my heart. That doesn�t keep me from
wanting to fuck you.�

His vulgarity was really grating on Hermiones nerves and again she
prodded him hard enough for him to wince and swallow. And wasn�t he looking a
little more pale than usual? �Stop using
that kind of language,� she hissed.

�Then what, pray tell, am I supposed to call it?� he asked
sarcastically. �If I�m not supposed to say shag or fuck��

�Then you will find a nicer term,� she said, aware that her hands
and her voice were shaking a little and doing her best to steel herself. �Why
do you want to?�

He raised an eyebrow. �Why do I want to what?�

She poked him again, eliciting a grunt and a scowl from him. �Why do
you want to sleep with me?� she
asked, all too aware that they were still standing too closely together, for
all intends and purposes hidden from the world.

He seemed hesitant to reply. She was about to jab him again, when he
jerked his head and said, �I�m not really sure, ok? I just do.�

Hermione straightened her back and looked down her nose at him.
�Well, it�s not going to happen. Not now, not ever! I won�t let you!�

He laughed abruptly, stopping on a growl when she again dug her wand
into his throat. �Don�t be a hypocrite, Granger,� he
said. �You want it just as much as I do.�

Hermione felt her face flush. He was right. That didn�t mean she had
to give in to it, though. He was still the same slimy bastard he had always
been and if she remembered that, she would stand a better chance of resisting
his advances.

�I am going back to my common room now and you are doing nothing to
stop me,� she calmly informed him. �Do you understand?�

He gave a terse nod of the head, his eyes promising every kind of
retribution.

Well, they�d see about that. Hermione, for one, was tired of being
bullied around. Still facing Malfoy, she pushed the door open and stepped into
the hallway. Once she was sure that she was out of sight she broke into a run
and she ran all the way back to her common room.

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