Dancing With Dragons

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Hermione stood at the barrier of 9 ¾ for what would be the last time. She looked around at the loud, messy train station and was suddenly glad that she hadn’t bumped into anyone she knew, because she was struck with the bitter sweetness of it all. She had made Head Girl! She would have her own dormitory with more freedom and responsibility. She’d graduate, most likely, head of her class. She would have her whole future a head of her. But what future? With Voldemort back the idea of happiness looked slim. Furthermore, she had to hide her parents for their protection. She’d completely obliterated their minds to make them believe that they never had a daughter, let alone a witch named Hermione. They were off living on the coast of American as she stood here alone waiting to see their smiling faces come around the corner. She hoped when it was safe they could all return to normalcy. But the worse part was that Harry and Ron had left her! Left her all alone.

The boys had refused to let her go along with them. They said it was because she had such a bright future ahead of her. That, coming with them might destroy that future. They further claimed they needed her help from school. She would have access to books and information on the wizarding world. The trio had actually come up with a clever system of communication over the summer that Hermione was sure could use at Hogwarts (though at the time she had believed this was to communicate with Ginny and other DA members). Also, they explained that the students at Hogwarts needed her more than ever to protect them with her strength and wit.

This was all well and good, she thought, but it was only half-truths. Really, she knew they wanted her safe. It was a slap in the face in all reality. Whether they had meant it or not, they were falling into the belief that Hermione couldn’t take care of herself. It made her feel as if she were only good for her brains. Had she, Hermione Granger, not proven herself time and time again? Had she not shown strength, courage and wit? She was no cannon fodder. Indeed she worried more about the boys without her guidance.

She had argued with them at ever opportunity, but a week before school started they left in the middle of Fleur and Bill’s wedding and never returned. She realized that right now they were off looking for the lost locket. Probably at the Black Estate. The thought made her angry. How could they truly be her friends if they didn’t even trust in her abilities? She hadn’t believed until the moment they left that they would actually do it. Harry had seemed more willing to allow Hermione to go, but Ron flat out refused. She was most hurt by that. She was use to Harry trying to save those he loved, but Ron was doing it because he wanted to save her for himself. Hermione and Ron had hooked up over the summer and promised that after the war they would make it serious. That was of course until Hermione had found out she wasn’t going. She told Ron if she wasn’t good enough for him to fight with she wasn’t good enough to have as a companion. He seemed to laugh it off, assuming when he returned all would be forgiven.

She pushed her way through the barrier continuing to think on the matter. It wasn’t as if she wouldn’t be involved, but it still wasn’t fair. She’d always love the boys, but she wasn’t sure she could ever forgive them. The more time went on the more bitter she felt. Worse yet, she felt weak for not finding them and forcing them to take her along. But something held her back as if a piece of herself believed that what Ron and Harry saw in her was true.

Immediately, as she saw the Hogwarts express, she saw the bright red hair of Ginny Weasley. She smiled, waving as she walked over. She was glad to see Ginny; the two had become even closer since they were going through similar situation. Ginny was denied any access to information (though Hermione understood in part as they weren’t to tell a soul of the Hurcuxs) and Harry had broken up with her to “save her." She was also glad to see Ginny because it took her mind away from further examining herself.

The girls hugged and waved good bye to Mrs and Mr. Weasley, while Hermione ignored hints from Mrs. Weasley that she knew where her son was. Once the goodbyes were done the two strolled on to the train finding a carriage occupied by Neville Longbottom, and Luna Lovegood.

“Hey Gin, hey Mione,” Neville said and looking rather shocked. “With no Harry and Ron I didn’t expect to see you back. Everything okay?”

Ginny gave him warning eyes and Hermione made a noncommittal noise and the two made themselves comfortable.

Luna finally stopped reading. Her sing-song voice floating sodty through the quite carriage compartment, “Hermione you look rather pretty. More grown up than before, you know? My father says that Dingbat dropping eaten on the full moon can give girls a more womanly figure. I am thinking of trying it.” Than before anyone could reply, though Nevel shook his head looking at a lost for words, Luna went back to reading the Quibbler.

“So,” Ginny stated, smiling warmly and trying to cover the awkwardness, “do you know who Head Boy is yet?”

“No, actually it’s beginning to worry me. As long at it’s no one I can't stan…”

Just than, cutting off her words, Draco Malfoy strolled into the carriage. Just the last person she wanted to see, especially since she hadn’t thought Malfoy would be allowed to return. That made her think of Albus and his forgiveness. How he would never have wanted Malfoy to leave the protection of the school. Stupid, ferret faced prat she thought and hatred ran through her. He didn’t deserve Album’s forgiveness.

“What the hell could you possible want Malfoy. Not to mention you have a lot of nerves to even come in here.”

“My, what a dirty mouth for such a pristine girl.”

“What a big word for such a stupid arsehole.” Ginny pipped in. The group laughed.

“No one asked you blood traitor.” Then Malfoy got his usual air of arrogance and smiled quickly “ Besides this stupid arsehole made him self Head Boy.”

Suddenly the air was sucked for Hermione’s body and the entire room. No one spoke. Her head went blank for a moment as she started at the boy she hated. The Slytherian slut who had tortured her for six long years. The Slytherian bastard who called her mudblood so many times he become a part of it’s very meaning to her. Suddenly something snapped inside her. As evil as Malfoy was, oh and he was, he was an integral part of her identity just as Ron, Harry, Ginny, Hogwarts or her parents were. Sure it was negative aspect, but it was solid. She paled at the thought that a part of her was happy to see him because something was still solid, still the same in her life. She still hated Malfoy. The thought left her uplifted because she knew it would be easier to deal with him.

“Did you want something Malfoy or did you just come to gloat. We haven’t gotten to Hogwarts yet so if you just came to gloat get out or I’ll hex you into a million little pieces for ruining my day by your mere presence.”

Draco didn’t seem fazed, she hated for that ability to be so calm, so cold. “Both and neither,” was all he said, still leaning in the doorframe looking smug.

She wanted to rip the smugness from his face so she smiled and spat, “Spit it out you little arrogant shit.”

Nothing, his eyes stayed aloof and condescending “Touché. Horn and that thing you call a professor want to see us in the first carriage. You're suppose to ware your Head Girl robes and meet in fifteen minutes. And really Granger, you should take those shabby muggle clothes off. How degrading. Though I am sure they look nicer than anything the Weasels own.”

Ginny jumped up with her wand in hand. “I swear Malfoy one more word and I’ll hex your over used dick off.”

Malfoy looked dark and disgusted. “Don’t presume to know about my dick. Though I am sure you’d love to ride it.”

Suddenly, everyone in the cabin was up with wands pointed, but before anyone could do anything Malfoy left laughing down the hall.

After Hermione calmed everyone down she changed into her robes, making Neville look away. The new robes and uniform were much nicer. They were made from soft material, that Hermione imagined this was what clouds would feel against her skin. The skirt was a bit short, but she admitted she like it. The shirt was obviously made to fit Hermione’s body; fitting snuggly. It was a Gryffindor red, which matched beautifully with the light gray of her skirt. But the robe was the ultimate. It was spelled to shimmer all the house colors in different light. The room gasped.

“Oh that is just beautiful.” “Oh yes. That must be a new design,” Ginny and Luna both commented.

She put it on admiring it and smiling. “Yes it’s quite, quite but it would be better if I could just get rid of the Slytherian colors.” The group nodded in agreement.

“I better be off.”

“Good luck,” Neville said becoming serious. “I know Ron and Harry aren’t here so if you need anything just let me know. I’ll kill him.”

“It’s fine,” She said a little sternly. She just didn’t need another boy telling her she couldn’t help her self, but seeming to realize this Neville said, “I know you can take care of your self better than anyone, but Malfoy is a right bastard and I don’t trust him or the people he hangs out with. Just be careful.”

Hermione smiled down at him and felt touched and little more worried than before. Then she left to find Malfoy standing alone in the first carriage.

“This better not be a trick Malfoy, to try to get me alone…”

“Please, as if I'd twant to be in a room alone with a dirty mudblood. I can’t believe they let a mudblood be Head Girl. That will probably change soon though.” He looked so evil, Hermione pointed her wand filling with just rage.

“ Yea, well I can’t believe that they let a murderous bastard back in Hogwarts let alone made you Head Boy. You're a fucking disgrace to everything this establishment stands for you dirty Death Eater.” She’d finally hit a nerve, but now she wasn’t sure it had been such a good idea.

Malfoy looked murderous. He whipped out his wand and began to yell, “Don’t presume you know anything about me you filthy little mudblood whore. I think…”

Just her luck professor MaGonagall walked into the room. “I think that will be ten pointed for Slytherian.” Hermione was about to look smug when MaGonagell followed with “and ten for Gryffindor. I am shamed at both of you, already at each other throats. You were both chosen because of your talents and leadership skills, but maybe I’ve been too hasty.” They both dropped their wands pretending to be ashamed.

“No then? Great. You will help escort the first years to their rooms after the feast than I’ll expect you to meet me back at the dinning hall to show you to your shared dormitories.” They started to argue. “No. I expect that you will at least be civil to each other or so help me I will take away those badges. Now, more than ever, we need house unity. Now you will make the prefect’s schedules,conduct meetings, you will help plan and regulate school events and actives like Winter Ball and Quiddich. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes,” they both responded at the same time looking at each other with scandalized looks.

“Good. Now please both of you get out of my sight.” They both marched out, Malfoy running ahead to shove her out of the way.

“You are such a child.” She yelled at him. He turned on her.

“That's not what you said last night when I was fucking your...”

“Shut up Malfoy. I wouldn’t fuck you with someone else vagina! You Slytherian Slut.”

“That is Slytherin Sex God to you, mudblood. Its such a shame that such a sexy figure was wasted on such filth.”

Hermione stopped in her track as Draco walked away from her. Had Malfoy, the Draco Malfoy, just say she had a nice figuer? She felt flushed and disgusted. She had grown up in the last two years. She kept her hair neater; she had hips and was on the slimmer side since she had grown a few inches. She had even been rudely complimented on her “nice ass and tits” by a few muggle boys this summer, but Malfoy wasn’t suppose to notice that.

It was all she could think about on the way to Hogwarts and through the feast. She could tell Ginny was getting annoyed because Hermione wouldn’t engage in much conversation with her, but something about the comment stuck with her. By the time that the feast was over, Hermione was so in such dizzy that Ginny was more than glad to huff away for her as Hermione explained she had to show the first years to the dormitory.

Even that simple task took her far too long (she could think of nothing else but Malfoy). By the time she got back to the Great Hall McGonagall looked pissed and Malfoy pleased, smirking wickedly at her. Nothing seemed to penetrate through her mind until she saw her, well their, dormitory.

Words were hardly good enough to explain its wonder. The common room was a mix of Gryffindor and Slytherin colors, but oddly enough they mixed so well together even Malfoy didn’t complain. The only word she could think of was plush. The dark red and off yellow couches and armchairs were large and overstuffed. Hermione feet sunk into the grayish silver rug (which by the way was impossible to stain). One wall was completely build out of bookshelves, which were jammed back full of books except for two rows, which each had a sliver engraving - "Hermione Granger" or "Draco Malfoy." When Hermione expressed her impatience to put her own books on display Draco rolled his eyes and muttered something about ‘no muggle books I hope’.

The rest of the walls were stone, but with large drapery hung in Gryffindor and Slytherian colors. When Hermione touched them she found them silky. So smooth that she had a sudden urge to rub her naked body all over them. The thought made her plush and, of course, Malfoy noticed. He looked at her as if she sprouted a third arm. The fireplace was magnificent. It was slightly talker than Hermione and about five to six Hermiones wide, standing shoulder to shoulder. She decided it was tragically romantic, like the fireplace in Citizen Cane. Above the fireplace were two pictures of, Hermione assumed, Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherian. While Salazar was moving gracefully around showing some students how to use their wands Godric Gryffindor was completely still. McGonagall explained that the Godric portrait was extremely old, before the invention moving art and photography, a rare find these days. Hermione found it breathtaking. Malfoy stated it was “unfortunately muggel.” By the end of the tour Hermione had fallen in love with the dormitory and hated Malfoy more than ever. She loathed the fact that she had to share a living space with him.

She spent the next hour unpacking, letting the days events swirl in her mind and then headed down to common room. She figured Malfoy would be out doing what ever Malfoy did but she found him sitting reading a book.

Deciding not to notice him, she went wondering to the bookshelf to find a good read. Just as she picked Gallant's Ride to Helen: A Romantic Fair she heard Malfoy’s draw. “You won’t like that one.”

“And why not?”

“Too romantic and steamy for your prude eyes. Plus, it might make you believe filth like you has a chance for great sex and happiness like that.”

She wanted to me so mean, but her mother had always said 'kill them with kindness' so she had made up her mind that would be her path with Draco. “ I am not a prude, but thanks for the advice.” She picked up the book and headed to a large chair.

“Yea, right, everyone knows you’re Gryffindor's little virgin.” Hermione tired not show the shock that this may indeed by how she was perceived. “Anyway, what are you wearing Granger?”

“Wh what? They’re just PJs.” She looked down at her white tank top, which said 'knowledge is power', okay a bit dorky, and her dark red sweat pants (a present from her Mother one birthday). “There nothing wrong with what I am wearing.” She looked and Malfoy and pointed out, “Who wears jeans and a cashmere sweater before they go to bed anyway?”

“People with class.”

“I have plenty of class.” She pressed the book to her chest, turning from Malfoy and heading angrily up the stairs. She couldn’t spend another moment with him and be nice. Just as she reached the top of the stairs she heard him yell.

“Mudblood don’t have class, but you’ve got a great ass!”

Not sure if she wanted to yell, “fuck you” or “thanks” she slammed the door on his laughter. She tired reading the book for a while but Malfoy had been right it, was rather steamy with lots of ‘large throbbing member’ and ‘cries of passion.’ That didn’t particular bother Hermione except the she couldn’t stop imaging that the man in the book lookef alot like Malfoy. Finally disgusted, she threw the book onto the floor. She wouldn’t want to see that foul man naked she thought. Or would she?
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Malfoy laughed his truiuph until he heard the door slam. Finally alone again he put the book down looking into the empty fireplace. How could he get stuck with that mudblood? Did blood really matter anyway? She’d still be insufferable even if she were a pureblood, walking around with that wasted hot body looking down on everyone. And of course blood mattered. These had been questions Draco had been asking himself since last year. He couldn’t believe he’d been allowed to return, but was utterly thankful because Voldemort had taken over his home. It had become clear to him over the summer that Voldemort was nothing less than a cruel, vial, insane monster who was hell bent on one thing, power. Draco wasn’t even sure that Voldemort cared about the philosophy he spewed, it was just a means to an end. He wasn’t even pureblood! Weren’t people supposed to follow ideas, not individuals? All people were corrupt and selfish and he had learned this young. He would follow his own ideas, but if he were honest he wasn’t even sure what he believed in anymore.

Then another thought struck him, where was Harry Potter, the wonder boy of the wizarding world? Where was that doffy, red headed sidekick of his? And, most importantly, why was Granger here all alone? Those two dunderheads couldn’t possible think that they could do anything remotely sensible with out their precious Granger around, could they? He’d figuered the two witless wonders would probably not come back to school so they could start their wonder crusade to save the wizarding world. The thought made Draco laugh darkly. But he hadn’t figured on them leaving Granger behind. Stupid, even he could admit she was valuable for their side, maybe even crucial. He really didn't want Voldemort to win but he really didn’t give to shacks of a whore’s ass about the light side. That left him shit out luck. The though made him look down at his arm, transposing the image of the dark mark on to his forearm and frowning with disgust. He didn’t want to receive it.

That mark meant someone else owned him. Owned his thought, feelings, physical body, and time. He suddenly felt sick. That idea went against every fiber in his body, ever idea he had ever grown to know and live by. It’s what made him hate his father. Giving up the individuality and independence of the Malfoy name. Malfoy’s weren’t owned they owned others. Unfortunately, if he didn’t come up with an idea soon he'd be a slave to insanity and lies. However, it might be better than being stuck with idealist shits who were in utter disconnect with reality, and worshiped the ground Potter walked on. But in the back of Draco’s mind he knew it wasn’t true. Joining Potter or a potential life of slavery? Neither. Draco went to bed late and confused like always.

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The next morning Hermione got up early to get ready for her first day of classes. She had let everything Malfoy fall form her mind. She was strong! If she could deal with what Harry and Ron had done to her and the knowledge of Hurcruxs she could certain handle a single arrogant wanna be Death Eater. She walked to the bathroom door, ready for a warm shower when she noticed that the door to the shared shower was showing that it was occupied. Fucking Malfoy. She looked at her watch and realized she still had an hour before breakfast and than classes so she decided to finish unpacking.

Forty-five minutes later she realized that she gotten caught up in her unpacking and went to hurry to the shower only to find it still occupied. Cursing Malfoy profusely, she threw on her uniform and robes, pulled her unkempt hair into a ponytail, and passed the idea of wearing make-up to make breakfast. Throwing her school bag around her shoulder she hurried down the stairs. There looking smug, relaxed and well groomed was DRACO MALFOY! He was also enjoying himself an English muffin.

“Wh wh what! You're suppose to be in the god dame shower!”

“Don’t be ridiculous I got done an hour ago.” He drawled.

“ You, you little shit! It says the bathroom isoccupied. I couldn’t eve take a shower or do my hair.”

“Obviously, you look like shit Granger,” Malfoy smirked, “You’re tits look rather large and perky in the uniform so you can hopefully distract people from you ruined appearance and mudblood stink.”

“Stop doing that.”

“Doing what? Telling you the truth. God, someone has to.”

“ Ugg no!” She almost screamed, “Stop giving me back handed compliments. Merlin Malfoy, we have to live together for a year would it kill you to say something nice for once? Or at least be civil! Have you ever said anything nice to anyone?"

“Merlin, all girls are a like, fishing for compliments.”

“That’s not what I meant. You’re impossible. I don’t know why I bother.”

“ Fine, you want a compliment. Lets see, this maybe hard… okay, for a stuck up book worm you’ve got a hot body.”

“Ahhh ha see. Well here’s one for you! For a richy, do nothing, get everything handed to him prat you are quite good looking. Well of course until you open your mouth.” Hermione headed to the porthole, wanting to make breakfast when she heard him say,

“So you do think I am attractive. Well, it is impossible not to.”

“ That’s not what…Merlin, do you always have to have the last word?”

“Yes.”

“Not this time,” Hermione stated as she walked out the porthole thinking she’d won, but just as the door was about to slam she heard Malfoy yell,

“Last word”

She stomped all the way to breakfast, cursing herself for letting Malfoy get to her and get the best of her. She would god dame fucking kill him with kindness. She didn’t feel better until she ranted to Ginny who looked sympathetic and promised they would talk about it later at dinner. It wasn’t until she got to Snape’s old classroom that she remembered she had double poisons with Slytherins. She almost felt like crying.

Getting in early, she picked a seat in the back. She instinctively sat in the middle seat subconsciously waiting for Ron and Harry. They were always late. When she realized she what she was doing she became depressed. She hoped she heard from those loveable, selfish gits soon.

A few minutes later the rest of the students filled in, Malfoy and a bunch of Gryffindor’s she wasn’t close with settled in seats. Luckily seventh year double poison was extremely hard to get into, so she had a table to herself. Professor Slughorn was the new potions professor this year. He put up the steps and ingredients to a rather easy poison and told them to get started. She really hoped the rest of the year wouldn’t be like this. It made her miss Snape, well rather is intelligence and raw talent.

The ease of the task left her with plenty of time to stare at Malfoy who found no problem in flirting with Pansy and doing an excellent job a his work. She studied the way he face looked as he cut the ingredients with care. She suddenly wondered what it was like to be Malfoy. How did evil think? How did evil get so much raw talent and good looks? Did she just think good looks? The fumes must be getting to her.

The rest of the day was smooth and she even spent time with Luna, Neville and Ginny for a few hours before rushing off to do her homework. Ginny had made captain of the Quiddich team. Neville was doing advanced Herbology. And to Hermione surprise, Luna’s dad was actually running some legitimate articles in his paper. Some even hinting at the fact that Harry Potter was on the run even now looking for ways to destroy He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named. “More legitimate than the shit you find in the Daily Prophet any more,” Ginny stated. Sadly it was true. It was odd to Hermione how Hogwarts was a small bubble of normalcy while the rest of world was crumbling. They made plans to start up the DA in a couple weeks after things settled in to a routine at school and than they parted ways.

Hermione had almost forgotten that Malfoy existed until reality crashed in her as she quietly entered the common room. At first she was just struck with the soft lighting. It wasn’t until she turned the corner causally that she saw the most horribly erotic sight of her life. There on the soft carpet of the common room was a naked Pansy and Draco. Hermione breath caught. At first she wanted to run or yell "stop," but the sight made her stand silent and watch. Pansy was completely naked bent over the on all four as Draco was sliding, no pounding, his way inside of her. From the angel Hermione was standing at she could see Draco’s member sliding roughly into to the Slytherin girl. She watched the rhythm of his pounding as he gripped her hips. The scene was so erotic and dominate that Hermione found herself rooted to the spot, and wet. She tried to tell her self it was just the fact of watching two people ‘make love’ and not that it was Malfoy.

“Harder Draco. Please fuck me Harder.”

“Shut up you little whore before I fuck you so hard you can’t take it.” But Draco’s speed doubled and Hermione felt herself sick from the soft throbbing of her clit. She watched Draco remove one hand from Pansy’s hip and grasped her breast roughly, pinching the girl's hard nipple until she cried out in passion. Then all of a sudden Draco pulled out and pulled Pansy up to just her knees.

“Draco, please don’t stop.”

“I don’t think so. Suck my cock Pansy.”

“But Draco please.”

“You said you’d do what I want. Now put my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours and taste your pussy. Taste how wet I make you.” To Hermione surprise and disgust Pansy took Draco into her mouth sucking him fast. She had obviously done this before. Hermione had silently backed away and was now peering around a corner. She really was a creeper.

She could hear Draco pants get harder and than heard him demand in a sharp voice “ I want you to swallow my cum you little whore.” Next thing Hermione knew Draco shook and cursed and Pansy almost choke with the force of his orgasm.

“Draco…” Pansy started lamely after she recovered.

“Fine.” Apparently understanding what she wanted Draco forced her back onto all fours, but instead of taking her with his cock Draco shoved three fingers into her wet opening. He trusted hard and fast, but Pansy seemed to like it. After a few minutes Pansy screamed and Draco withdrew. Hermione assumed Pansy had cum. By the time Pansy collected her self Draco was half clothed. Realizing they were done and Hermione was still just standing there admiring Draco’s lean body she started to retreat.

“Get out Pansy. That mudblood Granger will be back soon,” But that was the last she heard as she softly closed the porthole door. She waited until she saw Pansy leave looking disheveled and somewhere between tears and joy. She suddenly felt bad for the girls she’d always disliked. How could she let anyone treat her like that? Did she even like it? How could she, it was degrading Hermione thought trying to ignore the wetness in her own panties.

Hermione hurried back into the common room hoping Draco was in the shower so she could be alone in the common room to do her homework, but to her dismay Draco sat facing her looking unkempt and utterly attractive. She cursed herself.

“Hello,” was all she said as she tried to walk normally to the desk. Draco didn’t say anything at first and Hermione ignored his stares as she pulled out her books and parchments.

“Hello? Its that all.”

“Is what all?”

“Just going to sit there like nothing is going on.”

Hermione didn’t look up, starting to get a bad feeling in her stomach. “ I don’t know what you mean Malfoy. I am just doing homework in our common room.”

“ You’re being obtuse on purpose.”

“Obtuse?”

“Gezz Granger I thought you were at least smart. Obtuse means to be annoyingly insensitive or slow to under….”

“I know what obtuse mean.” She left out "ass" as she chanted 'kill him with kindness' in her head. “I really don’t have time for these. I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I am sure this is just a ruse to annoy me. I am sure you have plenty of homework your self. We could work on perfect schedules after this if you like.”

Malfoy walked around the desk so that they were looking each other in the eyes. He leaned over with his palms flat on her books so she couldn’t read.

“ You're fucking babbling Granger. I like to get my work done early so I have so some time for…for extracurricular activities.” Draco licked his lips. Hermione breath started to become rapid. What was happening to her, she needed Malfpy away from her.

“I really…” but Malfoy interrupted her.

“And really for some one who doesn’t have time you certainly had enough time to watch me and Pansy fuck.” Hermione eyes widened in shock and she gasped. Her mind started to reel with possible ways out of this situation. She had started to suspect the Malfoy may have guess she peeped but she never thought he'd just say it like that. His words brought back the memory of his naked body hidden in shadows and she tried to bloke it out.

“I really don’t need to hear about your tryst with the thing you call a girlfriend. I really don’t know what you talking about, but I certainly have never nor do I ever want to watch you do Pansy.”

“ God you are just a weak prude. I can tell by your emotions that you’re lying. I can read you like a book. And you can’t even say fuck. You watched me FUCK Pansy.”

Hermione’s blood was boiling. She was pissed at his accusation and worse she was embarrassed because he caught her. Before she could think she got up for the desk and yelled, “Yea, well why would you just let someone watch you make love like that. That’s just as weird if not fucking weirder.”

Malfoy went to explain as it the conversation was normal. “ Why should I give up my satisfaction for a peeping tom mudblood who is stalking me?”

“I am I am…” She was so lost. She’d just confessed to the worst thing she ever done in her life. Malfoy was throwing so much information and rude remarks she couldn’t figure to argue about first.

“So, what did you like?” He stalked towards her. Malfoy fucking stalked towards her like an animal. She stood her ground looking firm. She wouldn’t let this little shit get the best of her.

“Like? Please, it was like a train wreck, you want to look away but it’s so horrible you can’t. I don’t want anything to do with you and the trashy way you treat girls. Not only are you a git for a human being, but you don’t even treat women well. Not even pure blood women.”

“ God, you really are a prude little virgin. It’s called domination. Pansy likes it, you stupid little girl. I think you did too, Granger. I bet if I touched your panties they'd still be socking wet.”

Hermione was struck with the truth and she reached her hand up to slap Malfoy. “Don’t ever presume a bastard like you would ever have anything to do with my panties.” Malfoy had grasped her hand with such speed, and held it in the air. She could feel his strength. It made her more humiliated and angry. “You better take a better look at your self, because Pansy loves you and you use her like a walking mat. To allow your self to be treated like that, it must be the kind of love that one should cherish. Obviously, one you don’t deserve.”

She could see Malfoy fill with anger as he let go of her hand so roughly she stumbled back. She grabbed for her wand, pointing it at him. She knew she couldn’t really use it because the room had been warded against hexes, but it made her feel better. Malfoy was yelling.

“Don’t talk about things you don’t know about you little whore. I wouldn’t want anything to do with your low life mudblood ass, but I’d be wary there are a lot of pure bloods who wouldn't mind sullying their dicks with your mudblood pussy.”

Hermione could feel wet tears stink at her eyes as his words sunk it. They hurt and she wasn’t sure why. Maybe she never thought him so evil to just throw around the idea of rape. She stalked backward towards her room with her wand pointed at him.

“Make up you mind,” she spat, “ either I am a fucking whore or a prude? You’re the one who shouldn’t talk about things they don’t understand.” She ran up to her room and locked the door.

She lay on her bed and did the only thing that came to mind. She touched her self. She rubbed her swollen clit, while she thought of Malfoy’s strong hand and what it would have been like to be Pansy. After she came hard she ran to bathroom and threw up. She was sick with the idea that she wanted someone to treat her like that. She tired to chalk it up to Malfoy just getting under her skin, but she knew better. She had liked what she'd seen.

Malfoy stalked the common room for over an hour. His thoughts were racing. Where did she get off telling him about his life? In the end Pansy was just another groupie, right? He tired to drown out the seeds of doubt Granger had planted. Her cursed her name. She was just a virgin mudblood, right? She the one who watched him fuck Pansy and liked it. But he had liked it too. He dominated Pansy even harder than normal to watch the Granger’s reaction for the corner of his eye. He had even wondered what it was like to fuck Granger like that. He couldn’t want that filth, right? Did it really matter if he did?

By the end Malfoy couldn’t shake the feeling the Granger may be right about Pansy. He really didn’t deserve love. He suddenly hated Granger. Yet he wanted to touch her. No he wanted to dominate Gryffindor’s sweet little virgin. She would like it. He knew it. He wasn’t evil to think that. Why had he throw rape in her face? That had been wrong, but she had deserved it right? Draco went to bed angry and confused.
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Hermione woke up the very early the next morning to the find the showers occupied. She felt to worn out to be angry so she grabbed her homework from the down starts and her uniform and went to the Gryffindor tower for a shower and finished her homework before Ginny or Neville came down.

Her friend lightened her mood a bit. They made her laugh as they walked to breakfast.