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Summary- Hermione uses Malfoy against her friends, who abandoned her.

Stupid

Chapter 1

They laid there, sound less, as the morning sun shined through leaving no evidence that there was a night before. The only thing left, of the previous night's incident was the two figures laying side by side on a plush bed and the various clothes scatter across the room of the Head Boy. She stirred first, aware that she wasn't in her bed. It took her a few minutes to remember the night before, but it was there, laying next to her, no sign of a malice smirk or a cocky grin. He wasn't throwing insults at her or her old friends. He was just laying there looking quite innocent. She needed to get away before he woke up. So she tried her hardest to crawl out of bed without disturbing his sleep. She got one foot out on to the cold floor when she felt a tight grip on one of her wrist.

"Didn't think you were going to get away that easy." A horse voice said.

She turned to look at him, his hair which was usually perfect was messed up, his pale blue eyes were blood shot, and he had a trail of small bruises from his jaw line to his collarbone staining his flawless pale skin. She imagined she didn't look any better; there night was ruff to say the least.

"We all ready missed are first class." She said to him, pulling her arm away in the process, she didn't feel a need to look back at him as she left.

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She didn't know how to handle the events of the night before. She didn't know how one thing had led to another, and how she ended up sleeping with the man she had hated since she was eleven. She sat there on her bed, trying to replay her actions, when someone knocked on her door. Her heart started to race, was it him?

"Who's there?" She called out.

"It's us." She heard the voice of one of her Ex Best Friends. She didn't want to let them in. She never wanted to see either of them again.

Hermione Granger never knew she was in love with Harry Potter, not at least until the previous year when they were both taken and almost murdered, and right before they were suppose to die Harry Potter had declared his love for her. Six years of friendship had changed to love, and it was great for a while. Oblivious to the two lovers was the fact that there other best friend Ron Weasley was also in love with a certain brunette. After a victorious last win of there sixth year they were at their House party when Ron who has consumed more then a few shots of Fire Whisky, pummeled Harry for stealing Hermione away from him. After a few minutes of rolling on the ground and throwing insults at each other, they both headed off to lick their wounds.

The next morning Harry had came up to her saying that his friendship with Ron was much too important to him and that maybe they should take some time off. Which they did, a whole summer in fact. When Hermione returned back to school in the fall she found Ron had apparently moved on to dating Luna Lovegood, and her once love had started to see the youngest Weasley, Ginny over the summer. The entire situation was uncomfortable and awkward. So being boys, they decided the best thing to do was to avoid Hermione all together. Which they did, for four months they had barley said two words to her, and Hermione wanted to keep it that way.

"Hermione, open up." Harry said.

"Come on please." She heard Ron say.

She didn't say anything hoping they would get the hint and leave. With any luck Malfoy would come in to the common room see them and call Ron poor, and call Harry a scar head.

The knocking had stopped and she assumed they left. It wasn't just that her pride was hurt that Harry had moved on so fast, it was more that her feeling were hurt that six years of friendship meant so little to them that they could just stop talking to her. For Four month's she had been secluded from the rest of her house, the girls were back stabbers, never saying what they wanted to too her face. But acting nice to her, like she didn't know she was the source of late night gossip in their dorm rooms. The boys never wanted to go against Harry and Ron, so they did what the other boys did. Stopped talking to her.

She guessed that was how she ended up in Malfoy bed the previous night, loneliness. She didn't love him; hell she didn't even like him. But he was a warm body something she had been deprived of for far to long.

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