The Two Way Mirror

Disclaimer; I do not own Harry Potter or anything affiliated with Harry Potter, I am just letting the wheels in my head turn to create the sexual side of Harry Potter JKR would not write about, I will return them to her as they were never mine. I do not and never will make money off of these stories.

(Sorry guys, I wrote this chapter at work, Thank you for your criticism, I have changed a few things!)


It was dark.

Dark and damp.

Hermione’s head was swimming, there was a pain running along the left side of her jaw line to the center of her head. Disoriented and confused she looked around.

“Harry?... Ron?” She spoke, her voice was scratchy and dry. “Where are you guys?” She kept speaking. She felt eyes on her, she thought it belonged to her two friends.

“Shut up mudblood.” A deep male voice spat.

Hermione instantly thought about the last thing she could remember. They where at the Riddle’s house pulling the green jewel from the tombstone of Marvolo Riddle. Then there was flashing lights in every which way direction.

She remembered seeing Ron and Harry, back to back, throwing curses, and hexes into the darkness. Then she remembered, she remembered the strong grip from behind, arms encircling her stomach with a wand pointed directly at her brachial artery.

“Who are you?” she asked not caring that she was told to shut up moments before.

“I am your worst night mare.” The male voice responded again.

Hermione squinted her eyes in direction of the voice. Her eyes searched the dark for a face, a figure, anything. But no avail. She seen black and strictly black only.

She tried to move. Her hands were bound in metal shackles. She could feel the cold concrete on the back of her hands. Her feet where also in metal shackles leaving her sitting on a small wooden bench in the cold what she was going to assume was a cellar.

“What is going to happen to me?” It was all she could think of. She was terrified, but she would not give in so easily
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“Well I was thinking about taking you to the Dark Lord, but I think I may hold back on that decision a little longer. See if there is anything of importance you are willing to tell me to save your life.” The more the man spoke the more familiar the voice began to sound.

“What do you want from me?” Keep the questions flowing Hermione, its all she could think to herself. She had to know who her captor was, to try and play him, figure out how to keep herself alive for Harry, for Ron, and for the Order.

“I want you to tell me where the Order is hiding.” The deep masculine voice spoke again.

“Never, I would never betray my friends” Hermione replied.

“Not wise mudblood” The man was irritated. He thought it would be simple to get her to speak. To at least save her own life. “Crucio” and she felt it. She felt pain searing through her body, it felt like each and every bone was being crushed under the pressure of a weight that was not real.

She screamed as the pain ran through her body. She could feel a warm liquid run down her arms. The shackles had cut into her skin causing her to bleed. She heard the laughing, a man’s laughter, the laugh was identified as a tall, slim man stepped out of the shadows in the dark cellar corner.

Blonde hair and grey eyes pierced Hermione’s blue eyes. She was still writhing in pain when she could not hold it together anymore. The blackness overcame her.

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Draco Malfoy stood over the small framed witch. A smile on his face. “Aguamenti” He spoke quietly. A jet of cold water escaped from the tip of his wand and splashed Hermione right in the face.

Hermione sputtered and coughed as she was abruptly woken up by freezing cold water. “MALFOY!!!!” Hermione screamed her whole body aching, her voice cracking, the dried blood down her arms stretching as she squirmed under the jet of cold water.

“Ah still feisty I see Granger” Draco Malfoy said, a smile tugging at the ends of his lips. “What’s new mudblood?”

Hermione refused to speak. She would not dignify his taunting with a response. She was better then him, her blood may not be pure like his, but she was smarter and honest. She was fighting on the side of the war that would prevail.

“Here is where we are going to start. You are going to tell me what you where doing at the Riddle’s house grave yard or I am going to curse you again.” Draco said getting rather impatient at the mudblood’s attitude.

“We where looking for something.” Hermione said and then shut her mouth.

“And what exactly where you looking for?” Draco asked agitated, he did not want to play these games.

“That is none of your business Malfoy.” Hermione spat.

“Oh but it is, You see, if you want to live you will give me the answers I want, If you want to stay safe you will want to give me the answers I want, You see, I have not yet taken you to the Dark Lord, and he does not know about my recent capture of you yet, and if you do not co operate I can think of ways that will make you co operate.” Malfoy pulled out a small vial of a clear liquid and toyed with it in front of Hermione’s eyes.

Hermione knew what it was, the colorless liquid, It was vertiserum, the potion that would make you tell the truth no matter how hard you tried to lie, It would just flow right out of you.

“We where looking for clues for the Death Eaters whereabouts.” Hermione spoke at once. She figured if she could satisfy his questions with half cocked answers she would be able to save her butt for a little while longer.

“Why was the jewel from Marvolo Riddle’s tomb stone missing?” Draco asked again.

“What is in this for you Malfoy?” Hermione asked. “Why don’t you just take me to the death eaters so they can get on with the torturing. I refuse to answer any more of your questions.”
Hermione screamed. She was through of the interrogation, she was through of talking to this smug pure blood bastard.

“Crucio” Draco Malfoy whispered and the searing pain from earlier returned in full force through out Hermione’s body.

“Stop, Stop, Ill speak.” Hermione cried under the pain from the curse. Her body ached from the previous curse and now she felt like she could hardly move. Never mind this, she thought, I’ll talk!

Her body stopped, the pain subsided. “We where looking for these things called horcruxes we need to find them all and destroy them before the final battle.” Hermione spoke, Malfoy’s confused expression made her continue. “They are parts of the Dark Lord’s soul, things that will keep him alive and able to be resurrected each time he is killed because his soul lives inside of it. We need to destroy them to destroy him.” She stopped.

Malfoy looked at her in horror, He had only heard tales about people being able to break their souls into tiny pieces to prevent them from dying completely, He knew that horrible things had to be done to be able to perform such dark magic.

“How many have you destroyed?” He asked, wondering if she was right and Harry Potter really would be the one to win.

She thought about it and counted in her head. The Diary, The Hufflepuff cup, The Slytherin locket, The Ravenclaw beret, Voldemort’s fathers ring, and they are in the process of destroying Voldemort’s mothers jewel. “Five almost 6 all together and we believe there are only 7 pieces. So the last one, would be him, himself.” Hermione said with a righteous smile on her face.

Draco let his thoughts wander. He knew the war was coming, he was on the dark side, but what if he did something to ensure he would be on the safe side after the war was over? What if he could convince Hermione to let him join the light.

“What is Severus Snape’s role in the war?”

“I am not sure, He says he is spying for the light, but he was a member of the Death Eaters before he was a member of the Order.” Hermione spoke, true answers, no more crucio. “I do not trust him.” she finished.

“Very well then, I need time to think about what I am going to do with you.” Draco said as he looked at the fragile looking witch. “Ill have food brought down to you, in the mean time you might what to think about what you can offer to me to convince me to not take you to the Dark Lord.” He finished as he opened the cellar door and walked into the brightly lit hallway.

Hermione was left to her thoughts, Her terrifying thoughts, this was the end for her. She had nothing to offer him that he did not already have. She could offer herself to him, but she is a mudblood, she is not worthy of having a pureblood like himself on top of her.

A small click brought Hermione out of her thoughts. She watched the door as it slowly creaked open. A small elf with a light green towel for clothing stepped through the door expertly floating a tray of food behind him.

“Hello Miss. I have brought you food.” He squeaked as he approached her. “Let me unfasten your hands so you can eat.” he continued to squeak as he approached the shackles and with a wave of his hand the shackles disappeared.

Hermione rubbed her wrists where the shackles had cut her from being under the crucio curse, and looked at the food in disgust. She knew she had to eat, but she did not trust Draco Malfoy one bit.

“Eat up miss.” The elf spoke as he crept silently back out of the cellar.

Hermione looked at the tray of food. Sausage, Toast, eggs, pumpkin juice, and a blueberry muffin. Also a pot of coffee.

Hermione poured a cup of coffee and nibbled away at the blueberry muffin. The taste of the food making her more hungry. Within moments she had the tray of food finished and was sipping her coffee.

With a stomach full of food, and nothing else to do, Hermione let her thoughts wonder until she fell asleep.

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Draco Malfoy sat in the study of his small home, his hand ran through his short blond hair in frustration, his thoughts wandered back to the small fragile witch who was chained in his cellar.

He remembered the witch all to well, They where just graduated, something he should have been doing, despite the fact that he had to flee from school in his 6th year because his task was to kill Dumbledore. Although the Death Eaters did now know he had never killed the man, he was still accepted among them for killing the only man their fearless leader was afraid of.

No one knew that Severus Snape, his god father had in fact killed the man because Draco could not, and to this day has still never used a stronger curse then the cruciatus Curse.

His thoughts went to Hermione Granger. The way her body writhed from the curse, and he wished she was writhing underneath of him for a different reason all together. Draco was a man for himself, one who did not feel he had to follow anyone or do anything he would not benefit from.

His hand reached down and slowly rubbed the large bulge in his pants. At the feel of his very hard arousal he knew what he needed. He knew how this was going to play out and would secure him safety no matter which way the war turned.

He grabbed a scroll or parchment and a quill and scribbled a quick note to a long time family friend. Once the letter was drawn up he rolled it up, sealed it with the Malfoy family crest in wax, and attached it to his black owls foot.

Draco still had one more thing to do before bed. He slowly walked down the stairs into the basement. He could hear the soft snores of Hermione from the other side of the cellar door.

With a smile on his face he undid the large steel latch and pushed the door open slowly.

The creak of the opening door woke Hermione from her slumber. She rubbed her eyes and yawned as she looked at her captor again, hate boiling up and running through her veins.
Stay calm, she told herself. This is what happens when people are at war, there are fighters, there are casualties, and there are prisoners of war, I am a prisoner, I must do what is asked to keep myself safe.

“Hello Malfoy.” She spoke as politely as she could.

“Why Hello Mudblod” He retorted with a smirk on his face. “I was wondering, have you thought of anything you could offer to secure your safety?” He knew what he wanted, but he did not want to be the one who suggested such things. Things that would make her question him.

“I offer myself to you, to do what ever you please with.” She said, a tear running down the side of her face.

She knew it was the only way to stay alive, to prevent him from taking her to the death eaters. To ensure that she would not be tortured relentlessly and sent back to her friends a broken pile of skin and bone, no life left, not breathing, not bleeding.

Draco was taken back for a second, was it really that easy? With a wave of his wand he undid the shackles the kept Hermione bound to where she was. “On your knees!” Draco said with a smile on his handsome face.

Hermione sobbed a little louder and a few more tears slid down the side of her face. She did as she was told and moved off of the bench and got onto her knees a foot away from Draco. Her brown eyes looked up and met those of a steel gray. She watched as he moved his hand to the front of his pants and slowly undid his belt.

Draco was contemplating what to do to the witch that would break her. That would make her, his. Make her friends disgusted with her. Make her hate herself. He toyed with the button on his pants and then slid the button through the button hole and undid the fly.

With two short paces he was in front of Hermione looking down at her expectantly. He thought she would know what to do, what he wanted her to do to him. “Granger!” He yelled. She looked up at him again. “Yes?” She asked. She was getting scared at the turn of events. She offered herself to him, she thought he would just take what he wanted, not make her participate.

“I want you, to suck me off.” He said as he continued to look down at the scared witch.

“I don’t know how to.” She said as more tears ran down her face.

“Are you telling me, that as long as you have been friends with Potty and Weasel, you have never been sexually confronted by either of them? Never got it on with Boy Wonder? Or Sucked on the Weasels lollipop? Your pure? A virgin?” Draco asked.

“Yes.” She replied.

“Well get to it then, just put your hand on the base of my cock, and put your mouth around the top of it, use your tongue, suck, and move your hand and head in motion.” Draco said as he continued to think about the little whore he was going to turn her into.

Hermione did as she was told. She pulled Malfoy’s pants down so they where around his ankles and placed her right hand at the base of her penis. From the base of her hand to the tip of his penis she ran her tongue. A small moan escaped his lips. She swirled her tongue around the end of his hard member and then moved it further into her mouth.

After she had his penis in her mouth as far as it would go, she started moving her right hand back and forth in a steady rhythm, her mouth slid back to the tip of his penis and her tongue swirled around the head and she slid his penis back into her mouth as deep as it would go again.

She did this for a while, listening to him moan and gasp as her tongue explored the hard organ. She was disgusted with herself for what she was doing. She listened as Malfoy’s moans and gasps came closer together and she picked up the pace, sucking, licking, stroking violently. Moans became louder. Malfoy urged her on with his hand at the back of her head, pushing her in a faster rhythm. Without any warning to Hermione his hot seed shot into her mouth, bitter and salty.

Hermione swallowed down the sickening taste of him and then looked away. Not wanting to see the smile on his face.

“Get off your knees Granger.” He spoke in a softer voice then the one he was speaking in earlier.

She got off her knees and walked back towards the bench and took a seat.

“No Granger, come with me.” Malfoy said as he opened the cellar door again and lead the way out into the brightly lit basement. She followed him in silence through the basement and up the stairs.

The kitchen was small with all the normal appliances a normal muggle house would hold. The kitchen was decorated with a dark green paint, black and white tiled floor, and black appliances with white counter tops.

Thoughts of the confrontation she thought she was about to have with the Dark Lord blurred through her head. “I said I offered myself to you.” She said at last breaking the long awkward silence between the two.

“I know you did Granger. I am not keeping my sex slave holed up in the cellar, that is unfitting.” He replied. “I am giving you, your own room. That way you are well rested at all times and can clean yourself up for my arrival. You have access to the Library, and the sun room, you are not to go into my personal studies. The House elf will bring you food at meal times and you are not to send letters to anyone.” He said as he lead her through the Library.

The library was the common room, The wall with the entrance they had walked through from the kitchen was lined with books, the wall opposite of it had a staircase leading to the upper half of the house, that wall was also lined with books.

The center wall had a brick fire place in the center of it, the surrounding wall was painted in a deep red. The last wall had two small windows on either side of a large desk that was littered with parchment and had a quill sitting in an inkwell on the corner of it.

The furniture in the room was a black sofa with red throw pillows near the far wall and two deep red armchairs with black throw pillows angled towards each other a few feet off from the fire place.

Hermione looked at all the books as they walked through the area and up the stairs. There was no pictures on the walls which where painted the same deep red up the stairs and down the short hallway that was the third floor.

“Your room is the first door on the left, the bathroom is the first door on the right. My den is the second door on the right and my room is the second door on the left. We share a bathroom so tidy it up when you are done.” Malfoy said as he retreated down the hall and turned into the second door on the right, into his den.

Hermione stood in shock and then turned to the right and walked into the bathroom. First thing on her agenda was sleep, and she wanted to go to sleep clean from his touch. She ran the water for the shower as she slid off her clothes and piled them in front of the door.

She looked at herself in the quickly fogging mirror and seen the blood that was dried up her arms and cringed at the memories of the day. She pulled the curtain back and stepped into the shower letting the hot water beat of her body and take away some of the pain from the curse that had strained her muscles and bones.

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Draco sat in his den and thought about the blow job Hermione had given him. He was almost hard again at the thought but decided against knocking on the door to Hermione’s room and demanding more from her, He would break her in slowly. She was his from this day forward. He would make sure of it.

He wrote down the spells he had cast on his small home in muggle London that would prevent Hermione from using the fireplace as a floo or fire call, made it so she would not be able to open his den door or a door to the outside of the house.

His elf was informed to cook regular meals and not listen to the new guest when she protested helping with dishes or anything remembering her protest about elf freedom back in Hogwarts. He had just finished locking the drawer which secured her wand in a safe place when he heard the fire in his library roar and announce the arrival of a visitor.

Before the visitor came up the steps and heard the shower running he left his den, closed the door and walked down the stairs quickly.

His aunt Bellatrix was standing in the library waiting patiently for the arrival of her nephew.

“Hi Draco! I brought you some thing” She said with an excited voice.”It is from our ancestral home, and I thought you would like it, its so elegant and you have barely had time to decorate since you have moved in” She continued and she pulled out a small shiny thing from her pocket and whispered “Engorgio” and the small shiny thing grew to its proper size. A mirror with black iron frame. “I had it re framed to look better. Its for your bedroom” she said and steadied the mirror against one of the book shelves.

“That’s great aunt Bella.” he said with a smile on his face.

“I must go now, lots of things to do.” She said and stepped back into the fire grate picking up a hand of the black powder.

“Malfoy Manor.” She announced and dropped the powder, green flames burst up around her and whisked her away.

Draco took the mirror up to his room and placed it on the wall beside the door to his room.

He heard the bathroom door creak open and closed again, he stuck his head out from his room to see Hermione run across the hallway with a big red towel wrapped around her and slip into the room that was now hers.

Her skin was a light tan color and her curls while wet where perfect and tame. She did not notice his eyes in the quick time she dashed across the hall, but he seen her, and the aching arousal he had earlier came back in full force.

Draco went into the bathroom next to prepare for bed. The air in the bathroom was still moist and warm. The mirror was still fogged and he ran the water to the shower and he peeled off his clothes. He threw his clothes on the counter and stepped into the shower, letting the water hit his pale skin he thought about Hermione and the way her tongue lapped at his erection an hour earlier. His smooth pale hand found its way to his aching erection again and slowly started stroking it. Wishing it was Hermione’s again, but he did not have to worry about never having her touch again, she was his, his for good.

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Hermione woke to gold sunshine pouring through the window, birds chirping off in a distance and water running across the hall. He was up already. Or was he just getting back? She looked around the room she never inspected last night and seen that it was plain in white with a big four poster bed in the center of the room 2 windows on either side of the bed, the comforter on the bed a soft blue. There was a dresser on the wall that had the entrance from the hallway. The other two walls where bare.

The water stopped and a few moments later she could hear the bathroom door creak open and closed again. Soft footsteps walked down the hallway and into the room beside hers. Hermione took the opportunity to walk across the hall and freshen up before going down and having another encounter with the man who was holding her hostage.

After Hermione had a long shower and the water ran cold, she stepped out of the shower, towel dried her hair and wrapped the same red towel from the night before around her body and ran back across the hall into her room.

Her clothes from the night before where clean and placed at the bottom of her bed. She dried herself off and slipped into her clothes, ran her hands through her hair and started downstairs for breakfast.

He was already there, sitting in the sun room enjoying a large breakfast and a hot cup of tea while reading the Paper. He glanced up and his eyes met hers for a brief moment and he found interest back in the daily prophet while listening to her busy herself around the kitchen gathering a plate of food and cup of coffee.

“Your disappearance made front page” He said with a smirk as she sat down across the table from him and started eating her breakfast.

“Well, I am Harry Potter’s best friend.” She retorted to the smug blond.

She looked at him, took a real good look. He changed a lot from their 6th year. His hair was no longer held in place by a bottle of grease, his shoulders where wide and his arms where muscular. His dark mark on his left arm was a contrast against his pale skin.

“Why did you become a death eater?” Hermione asked.

“To stop my father from disinheriting me from what is mine.” He replied

“Have you killed anyone? Other then Dumbledore?” She asked.

Draco went quiet, placed the newspaper on the table and picked up his empty dishes, placed them in the sink and left the room.

Hermione was not done talking to him, she followed suit, scraped her plate into the garbage and followed him into the den.

“You can ask me questions, its my turn now!” Hermione yelled

“No!” He said as anger flashed in his eyes and he slammed Hermione up against the wall beside the window “You are not allowed to ask me questions!” he screamed into her face.

“Why Malfoy!? Are you scared someone is going to figure you out!?” she screamed, staring him in the eyes not backing down from his glare.

“Because you are not to come in here, into my life, and ask me questions, you are to do what you are told when you are told and keep your pretty little mouth shut or I’ll fucking kill you!” He retorted.

Horror spread across Hermione’s face. Malfoy felt the sudden urge to hurt her, to make her feel pain. He did something else instead. His lips crashed down on hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. His body pressed up against hers, keeping her firmly in place up against the wall and in between himself.

His hands explored her body as she stood there, frozen by his actions. Her hands left by her sides, her mouth being assaulted by his tongue. Her body being ravaged by his strong hands. A groan escaped her throat as his hands found their way beneath her white oxford shirt and underneath her bra.

She could feel the reaction to her groan forming in the groin of his pants, his swollen erection pressed into her stomach. His hands found the buttons to her shirt and slowly undid them, one at a time working from the top to the bottom. He pulled her shirt down behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it slide to the floor joining her abandoned shirt.

Hermione knew this was part of giving herself to him, her hands moved up to his shoulders, exploring the sinewy muscle tone and the broadness of his shoulders, then down his arms feeling his muscles tense and relax with every savage grope he assaulted her with.

Her hands reached the hem of his shirt and she pulled it up and over his head, taking his mouth away from hers. Her hands reached down and unfastened the belt that held his pants up on his slim hips. She slid the button through the button hole and slid the fly down. His pants fell and pooled around his ankles.

He unfastened her pants as well, and let them fall joining his on the floor. A groan escaped his mouth as he looked at her body.

The hours of training she did with Harry and Ron practicing combat situations throwing herself on the floor dodging one another’s harmless curses had made her muscles toned and not flabby. She stood in front of Malfoy in nothing but her pale green knickers, her face flushed, nipples hard and a growing sensation in between her legs.

“Granger.” he growled into her hear as he placed his mouth on her neck and bit down gently.
“Mmhmm” was all she could reply as she looked at him as he stood in front of her pushing her up against the wall, his aroused member poking into her toned stomach muscles.

With one swoop of his arm he lifted her up and placed her on her back on the desk. He pulled down her pale panties and took in the sight before him.

She looked terrified, she admitted last night she was innocent to him. It drove him more mad knowing he would be the first one to drive into her innocent core.

He pulled his boxers down and discarded them on the floor with the rest of their recently abandoned clothing. He spread her legs with his hands, looking at her soft brown curls covering what he was going to take.

A taste was what he wanted. He lowered his head down between her legs and his tongue darted out and he licked at her dry folds until they where wet. She moaned mercilessly as he slid his tongue in and out of her, around her clit and then pulled away grinning at her. She tasted like honey, only sweeter.

His hands braced her hips as he brought his arousal to the place he was about to put it. In between her legs. She was propped up on the desk so she could see everything that was going to happen to her.

Malfoy’s lips met hers again, she could taste herself on his lips and he moaned into her mouth as her hands once again started to explore his body.

His eyes met hers for a quick second, fear was screaming from her blue eyes but he did not stop, she gave herself to him, she was hers, fear was not going to prevent this from happening.

He dipped his head a bit lower and took one of her rose pedal pink nipples into his mouth. It grew hard at the touch of his moist mouth to her dry skin. His right hand was teasing her other nipple with his forefinger and thumb, and his left was slowly working his fingers into her extremely tight innocent core.

She moaned and her breathing became heavier as she was experiancing new pleasures for the first time in her life. It may not be the person she wanted it to be with, but none the less it felt great.

Malfoy stopped touching her, stopped teasing her nipples with his tongue and hand, stopped stroking her increasingly wet vagina and pulled himself away from her. His eyes the cold steel with a hint of blue sky reflecting off of them.

“Granger.” He said again “You are going to feel a bit of pressure” he said as he positioned the head of his cock at the entrance of her vagina. He pushed, slowly steadily, and hard sliding into her small bits at a time, then he felt it, hey hymen give and he slid the rest of the way inside of her.

“Ouch” she screamed as pain seared through her mid section feeling like she was just ripped in half. “Shhh” was all the response to her outburst of pain was.

Draco stopped for moment, letting her cavern adjust to the size of him and he slowly started to rock his hips, moving his swollen member deeper inside of her and then pulling out again. His thrusts steady and strong.

His blue eyes stared down at her brown ones as he continued to thrust. Blood from her broken hymen pooled on the parchment beneath Hermione and a moan escaped her lips as pain turned into pleasure.

Malfoy lowered his head and brought his lips to hers, “Your mine” he said before his lips came crashing down on hers.

His mouth explored her mouth and then went to her neck, teasing her neck and nibbling on her ear lobes, then he trailed kisses from her neck down to her breasts where he teased on nipple with his tongue and then the next.

His hands on her shoulders from keeping her from moving to far up the desk his eyes on her face as her moans came closer together. He knew she was going to cum, he felt her muscles tightening around him, so he thrust harder and faster. Her muscles clenching, almost making her unbearably tight to him. She came, screaming out loudly as her body released. Draco pumped harder and rode the waves of her orgasm milking the cum out of him.

He rested his body onto of hers. The sweat he worked up making them stick together as they air cooled them and their heart rates slowed back to normal.

“Incredible.” He said as he picked up his clothes and headed up the stairs.

Hermione sat on the desk, thinking about everything that had just happened, disgusted with herself that her enemy was the one who took her innocence.

She shook her head to clear the fog that had settled wondering how the whole thing happened in the first place, gathered her clothes and headed up the stairs for a shower and a nap.

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Hey guys, How do you like it so far? This is my second story and I sometimes have trouble writing a story, I put too much dialog into it and sometimes it just makes it not make sense. Comments, feedback, even criticism is encouraged as long as YOU ARE NOT WRITING TO ME TO TELL ME THAT HERMIONE AND DRACO WOULD NEVER HOOK UP! This is my story and the characters will do what I want them to. Any suggestions are appreciated as well. Thank you ahead of time!! Also I am looking for a beta! If anyone is interested please let me know!