"Malfoy!" Hermione screeched, slamming the door to the portrait hole shut. She barreled into his room, where he and some random Slytherin sixth year laid, disheveled, under the blankets. "Get out," she said menacingly to the girl, who grabbed her clothes and scurried out the door, half naked.

"What the fuck, Granger! We weren't finished here!" Draco scowled angrily, shooting daggers at her.

"Well I just finished with patrol duties, which you missed for the third time in a row!" Hermione yelled. "Not to mention not attending Prefect meetings or helping me at all with Head duties!"
"Sorry, Granger," Malfoy sneered. "I guess I got tired of being around your Mudblood filth."

There was a loud smack as Hermione's hand collided with Malfoy's cheek, and she stormed out of the room.

"What the hell was that for?" he shouted, chasing after her into the common room.

"You're a piece of SHIT, Malfoy!" Hermione screamed. "You're vile, you're foul, and just how much, I'd like to know, did your dad pay off Dumbledore to have you as Head Boy?"

"Watch it," he growled. "DON'T talk about my father. Or me. You don't know shit."

"Oh really? So I don't know that your dad was Lord Fucking Voldemort's right hand man and is probably rounding up a gang of Death Eaters to start a war as we speak?" Hermione spat.

"Fuck it, Granger!" Draco shouted, hurling a vase to the ground. Hermione jumped as it smashed to pieces, but stood her ground.

"Fuck YOU, Malfoy!" she shouted. "Fuck you and your pureblood shit, fuck you and your Slytherin whores, and fuck you for thinking you're some kind of God!" she whipped out her wand and jabbed it at his chest, looking him in the eye. "Fuck you," she said slowly, "for six years of taunting and bullying me for nothing better than my blood."

Malfoy's eyes flashed. "Sorry to inform you, Granger, but in the wizarding world – especially during this war – blood lineage matters. You don't see purebloods lining up in front of the Ministry getting their wands snapped, do you? And just because you've hardly been snogged doesn't mean you can insult the girls I've been with."

"Been with? Please! Don't make me laugh," Hermione shrieked. "You shag them and disappear, it's despicable. You're a disgusting prat, Malfoy! Why any girl would want to shag you I've yet to find out, it's-"

Hermione was cut off as Malfoy crashed his lips onto hers, knocking her wand out of her hand. His hands grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him. His tongue seeked entrance to her mouth and she parted her lips, granting it. He sucked on her tongue and bit softly on her bottom lip, making her moan. She wrapped her hands in his hair and drew him towards her so that their foreheads were touching as they kissed feverishly. Malfoy's hands made their way to her breasts, kneading them softly through the fabric of her blouse.

Hermione tilted her head to the left as Malfoy trailed kisses down her neck to her collarbone, while his hands ripped her blouse off of her. She gasped softly as he tore off her bra, his fingers brushing her nipples.

"Oh god," she gasped as he sucked on her left breast because straightening up and kissing her on the mouth again. Her hands fumbled with his shirt, hastily pulling it over his head. She brushed her fingers down his chest and over his chiseled abs, making him shudder. His mouth claimed hers again as he backed her against the wall, slamming his hands on either side of her as he grasped her skirt, pulling it harshly to the floor. She heard a soft rip as the fabric tore.

"Stop ruining my clothes," she moaned as his lips attacked her jawbone, his hands caressing her breasts. She felt him chuckle against her neck.

Suddenly aware that she was only in her knickers, she reached down to undo his belt, yanking his trousers down to the floor. He stepped out of them towards her, getting even closer than they were before. He pressed his forehead against hers, both of them drawing in ragged breaths, as he slowly slid a hand into her soaked underwear.

"Oh!" Hermione's breath hitched as he stroked her clit softly with one long finger. He kissed her deeply, his tongue dancing around hers, and she whimpered as his finger teased her entrance, finally sliding two inside her. Hermione bit back a moan as he thrust in and out, touching her in places she never thought could be touched. She felt his hard erection pressing against her thigh and reached down to stroke it, eliciting a low groan from Malfoy.

"Granger," he growled as she reached into his boxers and grasped his throbbing cock. She gave it a tentative stroke. "Fuck!" he bit out as he involuntarily grinded against her, panting. She sped up the stroking, matching his thrusts into her. She grabbed at Malfoy's hair and pulled him up for a passionate kiss, moaning against his lips as his thumb found her clit again and rubbed it hard.

She shook against his fingers. "Oh god, YES- MALFOY!" she screamed into his neck as she came with a shudder all over his fingers. She felt her knees tremble, but was determined to finish him off first. She gave him a few more hard, powerful strokes, making him moan loudly. His head fell against her shoulder as she pumped him.

"I'm coming," he breathed into her neck as he spilled all over her stomach.

They were both panting loudly, every inch of their bodies pressed against each other. Her forehead touched his and they stared at each other for a couple moments, their minds registering what just happened. She let go of his cock quickly and he backed away from her, adjusting his boxers. He grabbed her wand from where it lay, forgotten, and pointed it at her soaked abdomen.

"Scourgify," he muttered.

Hermione bent to retrieve her clothes but realized Malfoy had torn all of them but her knickers. She straightened up, a blush forming on her cheeks.

"Here." She looked up just as Malfoy tossed his shirt at her. She caught it, gratefully, pulling it over her naked body. They were both still for a moment; his expression was unreadable. Then, he turned and walked back to his room, the door shutting quietly behind them. Hermione walked slowly to her room, falling onto her bed tiredly, humiliation seeping through her pores. What had just happened? Her cheeks burned in shame at what they had done. Hot tears stung the back of her eyes as she remembered how she completely gave herself to him – she had never been touched or kissed like that by anyone before. She wiped her eyes on her shirt – his shirt – and involuntarily inhaled his intoxicating scent. The shirt was inside out, she realized, from when she had pulled it off him.

Hermione put her hands over her face. She didn't know what came over her to suddenly engage in a frenzied hook up with Malfoy, of all people. They hated each other. Confused, Hermione drifted into a dreamless sleep, her mind replaying the feel of Malfoy's body against hers over and over again.