Hermione woke up with a pounding in her head. She buried her head deeper into her pillow and let out a long groan. That’s when she smelled the rich scent of the pillow. She knew that she had smelled that amazing smell before but the fog in her head wouldn’t let her remember. She inhaled deeper and sighed. Then like a flash she her eyes flew open and she sat up. The smell was Malfoy.
When she was upright the pounding in her head worsened to the point where she could swear her eyes were going to come out of her head from the pressure. She closed them for a second, waiting for the pain to lesson.
“You might as well just lay back down Granger,” she heard a male voice drawl. “Your not going to be physically capable of going anywhere for a while. Actually I should say we won’t be going anywhere for a while.”
Hermione opened back up her eyes. She saw all the green and black and realized that she must be in Malfoy’s room. In his bed. She scrambled for the edge of the bed.
“I wouldn’t do that. You wouldn’t want to worsen that headache by being thrown back onto the bed,” she heard Malfoy taunt in his annoying drawl.
“Already threatening to get physical with me Malfoy? You remember how that went last time,” she replied turning to where she heard the voice come from.
Draco was propped up against a couple of pillows reading a book with a worn cover. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and she was hoping to Merlin he was wearing something on his lower half. Malfoy sneered.
“No you dense cow, I was referring to the spell McGonagall placed on us.”
Awareness dawned on Hermione and she allowed herself to fall back into the pillows. But that didn’t explain why she was in Draco’s bed. She peeked under the covers. She only had her thin undershirt on and her skirt.
“Why am I in your bed,” she asked.
“Because I refuse to give up my comfort,” he answered without looking up from his book.
That clearly doesn’t answer my question, she thought. But continued on, “But how did I get here. I mean we didn’t um, we didn’t-”
“Don’t you even finish that question,” Draco snapped. He had now turned towards her giving her his full attention. “No we didn’t. And even if you weren’t a muggle born I still wouldn’t have with a knocked out, inebriated woman.”
Hermione sat in silence contemplating his last statement. There were large gaping holes in her memory. She vaguely remembered sitting on a couch with Blaise drinking, but after that was either blurry or completely missing.
“You don’t remember what happened last night do you,” Draco said with a sneer. He let out a small chuckle when Hermione answered to the negative.
“Well I think its time we got up and went down to lunch,” he said with a small grin.
Hermione didn’t trust him for a second. One moment they were going nowhere and now it was time for lunch. “Do you know what happened last night?”
Draco got out from under the covers and slid down the front of the bed and waited expectantly. Hermione noted that the only clothing he was wearing was a pair of black silk boxers. “Let’s move Granger, I can’t get my clothes to change if you just stay there laying in the bed,” he demanded.
Hermione closed her eyes and snuggled further into the covers. “You know what? I think I’m going to just sleep a little while longer.”
Less than three seconds later the covers were thrown off her and a hand wrapped around the bottom of her ankle and pulled. She hit the floor hard and her head started its loud pounding again. Then she felt herself being pulled around the floor. She desperately wanted to get up and slap the idiot right upside his head but she currently couldn’t distinguish up from down.
Over her head she heard drawers opening and closing. Then she felt herself being pulled by the ankle again. She felt him let go and a door slam. Hermione could now see brilliant shooting stars behind her eyelids. She heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. That bastardly little ferret, she cursed. He had just made the pain in her head three times worse than before.
After a couple minutes the pain had subsided and she could take her bearings. She was laying outside the bathroom door. Great, I have to be with in a foot of this damn door until he’s done, she lamented. Then an idea popped into her fuzzy brain. She got up and tested the door handle. He had left it unlocked. She opened the door and took a couple steps into the bathroom. Nothing pulled at her or pushed her down. Apparently McGonagall didn’t make provisions for the inside of the bathroom door.
Bent on getting her revenge, Hermione took a couple more steps in and looked around. She saw a shirt hanging from a hanger on his side of the bathroom. Perfect. She took the shirt of the hanger and dropped it into the toilet. Next came his trousers and his green silk boxers. She then flushed the toilet.
Draco who was thoroughly enjoying his shower heard the toilet flush. What the… He opened the door and saw Hermione next to the toilet and what looked like the leg of his favorite pair of trousers hanging over the seat of the toilet. Furiously he shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Hermione got a full glimpse before he grabbed his towel and had it slung around his hips.
“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded.
Hermione didn’t answer him instead she walked up to the shower he had just vacated and began to undress to get in. She had dropped her skirt when she heard him speak.
“What is it with you not being able to keep your clothes on around Slytherins?” Draco said, hoping that would stop her from continuing. Amazingly it did.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about you finding yourself incapable of remaining descent around Slytherins. You would think that if you wanted to be appreciated while being naked you would find someone who isn’t repulsed by you being a mudblood first.”
Hermione stood there speechless. Slytherins, plural? Had she gotten naked last night? She couldn’t remember but she didn‘t believe him either. There was a thud in her chest that made her do a double take. No she wasn’t going there, she couldn‘t think about what they would think of her. She had to find something… She turned back to Malfoy and walked straight up and hit him in the face.
Malfoy took the hit with a stunned expression. First she dumps his clothes in the toilet, then she steals his shower, and now she was going to hit him? That was the last straw. He charged forward and grabbed her by the hair. Hermione let out a little scream as he drug her by the hair back into his bedroom. She felt him throw her over the side of the bed and there was a rustling sound. Hermione tried to push herself off the bed but before she could she felt him grab her leg and tug her so that she was bent over the bed.
Then she felt it. It was a smart smack right across her arse. What the - before she could finish the thought there was the swish of air and another smack. She let out a little scream and tried to crawl away but he had a hold of her shirt. Oh my god, she thought before the next smack came, he’s spanking me! She immediately felt herself get really hot. She took the next couple smacks without so much as a yelp.
Draco had loosened his grip on the back of her camisole and was more concentrated on wailing on her when he realized that she wasn‘t trying to get away anymore. He dropped his arm.
“Are you done being crazy?” He asked panting. He heard her mumble a yes and he let go of her hair and stepped back.
When he stepped back he got a full view of her. Before he was so angry he saw nothing but red but now he could see clearly now. She was in nothing but her undershirt and knickers with her body folded over the bed and the back of her thighs were welted. And he couldn’t be sure because of the colour of her knickers but they looked a little bit wet. Draco stepped back with a start, eyes wide. Merlin.
Hermione rolled over limply. She hurt so bad but it felt so good. She slowly sat up and gazed with dark eyes at him. He was standing there with a towel hung loosely around his hips and belt folded in half in one hand and an almost worried look on his face. Her blood flared at the mere sight of him like that. She stood up and walked towards him. The worried look on Draco’s face turned into almost a scared one and he took a step back.
Draco saw her coming towards him and braced himself. This wasn’t the filthy mudblood he had gone to school with these past six years. This was a whole new woman who took obvious pleasure in pain. He didn’t know who she was and now was taken of guard. How was he supposed to fight with this wanton masochist?
She had reached him now and she looked up into his face. Her face remained in an angry look but her eyes were dark and liquid. She went to slap him but Draco grabbed her arm and pulled it behind her back. Her eyes flared again and she leaned in and kissed him hard.
Draco didn’t know what hit him. The hand holding the belt let it drop to the floor and he put his hand on her backside, pulling her closer to him. The kissed arduously for a few moments before Hermione broke the kiss. She took a step back with a feline smile on her face. She bent down and picked up the belt Draco had dropped. Draco eyed her cautiously to see what she would do with it. This bitch was crazy.
She folded the belt in half and snapped it with a smirk. “Not so tough now are you. Now that I’ve got the belt.”
Draco lifted an eyebrow, “Woman I don’t need a belt to make it hurt.”
Draco took three menacing strides towards her and Hermione didn’t even try to stop him when he grabbed her by the arms. He bent down his head and took her mouth again, this time punishing her with his lips. She melted against his hard body and moaned against his mouth. Then she pushed against him so that she could catch her breath but he wouldn’t stop. She kicked him in the shins.
Draco let out an expletive and she took this advantage to knock him to the floor. He fell with a hard thud on his ass. With a frustrated face he swept his legs under hers and she fell to the floor on top of him. They rolled around on the floor, Draco only being able to use one hand to fight her off as the other hand was keeping his towel on. He finally had both her arms pinned over her head with one hand while the full weight of his body kept her from kicking him.
She pushed against him with her body, but he let go of his towel and pushed a hand in between her legs. Immediately she stopped trying to fight him and gave in to the sensations. Her head bent back and she moaned while her body pushed against his hand. He kissed a trail up her neck to her mouth. She kissed him back fervently. He removed his hand from her skirt and she moaned in protest.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped.
Draco looked down at her and the realization of what they had just been doing brought a screeching halt to his motion. This was fucked up.
He got off her and got to his feet. He tried to walk away but forgot about the spell. He was pushed backwards and almost fell but caught himself.
“Where are you going?” she asked from the floor.
Draco didn’t turn around to address her. He was afraid he might forget why he got up in the first place if he saw her laying down there. “McGonagall said we have to eat together. Now get dressed.”
They both finished showering and dressing in awkward silence. It wasn’t an easy task as everything they did required twice the normal time. They spent more time in a silent battle of wills than actually getting dressed. But finally they were both dressed and they walked down to the dining hall. When they entered Malfoy went towards the Slytherin table but immediately felt the magical pull and looked back to see Hermione standing still in the doorway. He turned back to say something but saw the look on her face.
Every eye was on her and the whole place had gotten quiet except for the whispers of the students. Hermione knew it had to be about her and probably had something to do with the time in between her last memory of last night and her first of this morning.
“Why are they all staring at me?” she whispered through stiff lips. She thought back to what Draco had said earlier about Slytherins - plural. Draco was about to answer when Ginny ran up to her.
“Hermione! We have to talk now! You would not believe what people are saying…” Ginny started to pull Hermione to the Gryffindor table when Hermione suddenly tripped backwards.
“What are you doing?” Ginny asked incredulously.
“If you think I’m eating at the Gryffindor table, you are sorely mistaken,” Draco said to Hermione.
“Well nobody asked you to, did they you git,” Ginny sneered at him.
Draco turned his head towards her imperiously. “Watch your mouth Weasley. Five points from Gryffindor.”
Ginny turned to Hermione open mouthed.
“We are magically bound for the next couple days as punishment for the train,” Hermione explained to Ginny. The adrenaline from their fight earlier had left her and now her headache was starting to come back and she was feeling nauseas.
Ginny let out a stream of unpleasant expressions. “Hermione, you have to come and sit with me. We have to talk,” Ginny said with emphasis.
Hermione turned towards Draco with a lost expression on her face. As much as wanted to force his will he figured that she was going to have to find out sooner or later and he would rather not be the person to have to share it. Draco gave a slight nod of his head and followed three feet behind the two girls. He sat as far to the end of the table as possible and ignored the hateful looks of the Gryffindors around him.
Ginny’s head was practically in Hermione’s ear as she buttered a piece of toast. With a gasp, Hermione dropped the piece of toast onto her plate. The people from other tables watching her took it as a sign of confirmation and the whole place lit up with whispers. Hermione stiffened and the blank expression came back over her face. Her eyes flitted to the Slytherin table and met Blaise’s chocolate eyes.
Blaise got up from the Slytherin table with some other guys and walked towards her, holding something in his hand. As he walked by her to leave, he threw her jumper onto the table in front of her and kept on walking. The friends he was with started chuckling and they disappeared out of the dining hall. This caused an even huger stir as everybody had seen the interchange.
Hermione stared down at the jumper covering her plate. Ginny reached down and grabbed her hand and whispered something in her ear. Hermione nodded and they both got up. Draco got to his feet as well. He followed them out and as they were walking down the hall the met up with Harry and Ron who were just coming down to breakfast.
Harry saw Ginny comforting Hermione while Malfoy looked sullen following behind them. He pushed forward past the girls and got up in Malfoy’s face.
“What did you do Malfoy?” Harry demanded. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand.
Malfoy didn’t say anything, he just reached for his wand as well.
“Put your wand away Harry,” he heard his girlfriend say from behind him. “If anything we should be thanking Malfoy.”
Harry turned around stunned. “Wha-wha-what?”
“I’ll tell you later,” Ginny said. “I’ll meet you after breakfast.”
Ginny turned back to Hermione and they started walking again. Feeling the tingling sensation in his arms, Draco began to follow them. Harry got in step next to him and said with a lowered voice, “I don’t know what’s going on right now, but I swear, if you so much as look at Hermione wrong, I will kill you. She has been through enough this summer to have to put up with you now.”
Draco didn’t answer and Harry walked away with Ron to the dining hall. Harry had just given him the first real confirmation that something had happened to Hermione. It was obvious something had changed, but now he had proof that something happened. Next time he saw Potter he would have to thank him for supplying information to the enemy.
Draco begrudgingly followed the two girls back up to the Head tower. He was about to protest when Ginny led Hermione into Hermione’s bedroom but decided against it. He was hoping his compliance would win him some more information.
Ginny finished tucking Hermione into the large bed before turning towards Malfoy. Then, on second thought, she took out her wand and mumbled a few words over Hermione.
“There now we can talk, she’s in a deep sleep,” Ginny said as she put her wand away. “So if everything people are saying is true… thank you.”
Ginny had stumbled towards the last part, every fiber of her being protesting against saying those two words to Draco Malfoy. Draco didn’t say anything, he just tilted his head in acknowledgement. He actually didn’t know what to say and the fact that he had done something to warrant the thanks of a Weasley made him question himself. Why had he done it?
“So why did you do it?”
Draco’s head snapped up. Could she read minds?
Ginny rolled her eyes, “Don’t start acting dumb now Draco.”
She had just called him Draco, this had gone way to far.
“I did it because I would have gotten in trouble if a teacher had found her,” he sneered. “We have unfortunately become a team and her consequences are mine as well. I was, in effect, protecting myself.”
Ginny got mad, “Of course, what was I thinking. You could never be capable of an unselfish act. But you aside, there is something else. Blaise Zabini.”
“What are you talking about? I don’t know what you heard -”
“It wasn’t what I heard. He came and talked to me, about Hermione,” Ginny said cutting him off.
“Blaise sought you out to talk about Hermione? What did you say?”
Ginny started looking a little sheepish, “I might have told him… everything.”
“Define everything,” he said coolly.
“How her parents died and how she is acting out instead of grieving properly. But in my defense he totally pulled a shock and awe move. I was to stunned to say anything but the truth,” she added defensively.
“Damn it! Do you know what you have done?” Draco demanded. “Blaise is sick. He likes playing these little mind games, especially with women. I bet you a million galleons he has chosen Hermione as his next pursuit.”
Ginny stood there shaking in rage, “It is just like a Slytherin, you all are some sick jackasses you know that? And what do you care anyway Draco? In a couple days you won’t be tied together any longer and she won’t be your problem anymore.”
Draco stepped towards her and put his face right into hers. “What part of ‘her consequences are mine as well’ don’t you understand, Weaselette? It doesn’t stop when the charm breaks. I have to deal with her all year. Although,” Draco smirked as the thought popped into his head, “I could just let her fall to her demise and then she would be de-throned and another Head Girl would take her place. That would be perfect.”
Ginny pushed past Draco towards the door, “Like I said, you Slytherin are just scheming, plotting, sick fucks. After this charm is broken, stay away from her. She has enough problems as it is.”
“I’m planning on it,” Draco called after her. At least I think I am.
A/N: I know what you're thinking right now, "Oh no she didn't!" Oh yes, yes I did. ; ) But don't worry, it's pivitol to the plot turn. Hold onto your seats amigos.