A/N: I decided to re-write some of the parts cos I wasn't satisfied with it yet. Well, I hope this wasn't too much bothersome but I wish that you'll still like this re-written first chapter. :)

Note: Please be gentle, this is my very first Harry Potter fic so in the progressing of this you might encounter lots of OOC-ness.

Rating: R (... or M) cos Draco is one naughty hottie. ;)

Disclaimer: (For the sake of laughs, I'll make this slightly funny.)

(Pulls out a gun from Merlin-knows-where) "Who says that they own Harry Potter?" I said with a threatening voice. A random audience stands up and raises his hand. "I do!" I pointed the gun at him. "Die!" I shouted. The random person falls on the floor, twitching. Then, a famous person stands up and nods her head at me. "That guy deserved it. The liar." J.K. Rowling mumbled. I laughed. "Yeah, cos I own HP!" Cue for evil laugh, just insert one here. "No you don't." From out of nowhere, J.K. whips out a gun and shoots me. "I do."

... And now you know. XD




The wisps of warm zephyrs traveled through the dark, cold night. Soft, soothing hums of the night creatures echoed loudly, drowning the noise of the human beings inside the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, known as the famous Hogwarts. Students scattered across the school grounds, having their fun as time passed them by. However, not all people are happy. In a different perspective, you can see that it was like any perfect, peaceful night but in actuality, it was going to be a night of pleasure mixed with terror and fright as one unexpected couple met up at the place that they had reluctantly agreed upon.

A girl with honey, brown tresses and matching brown eyes tried to match up the hasty strides of her company. "Malfoy," she huffed as she caught his arm at her dainty, quivering hands. "Why in such a hurry?"

Draco, a guy with platinum, blond hair and exquisite, blank eyes turned to her sharply, slapping her hands away from his robes. "Shut up and just follow me, Granger," he drawled angrily, "or there will be consequences."

Hermione defiantly stood her ground. "Let me rest for a while." She said sternly. Draco raised a brow at her but nodded his head, nonetheless.

"Just hurry up," he tapped his expensive shoes at the hard, pavement floor below them. He ran his hands impatiently through his blond mane. Finally, Hermione started to saunter forth towards the Room of Requirements. Draco followed suite.

"We're going to make this quick, Malfoy," Hermione mumbled but made sure to say it loud enough for Draco to hear. "My friends are waiting for me."

"Of course," he nodded darkly. "Your so-called friends that only think of you as a bookworm that they can copy notes from."

Hermione quickly turned and slapped him across the face. "Bastard," she seethed.

Draco chuckled numbly, touching the red imprint that now tainted his pale, alabaster skin. "Now, now, Granger. I'll have to punish you for that."

She glared at him through her now misting eyes. "I don't care, Malfoy," she spat. "Now that you'll take my dignity away, I think I don't care for anything anymore."

He ruefully laughed. "You agreed to my bet and the fates smiled upon me. You should accept the consequences, slave."

Hermione cringed. Slave... She had fallen for the enemies' tricks... and she could remember the horrid memory well.




"Granger, got the highest score again, I presume?"

A cold voice drawled from behind Hermione as she smiled brightly at her almost perfect scored test. She rolled her eyes as she turned around to come face to face with -- none other than -- Draco Malfoy. He was smirking at her oddly, as if he was hiding something precious beyond his silky, soft hair. Hermione shook her head as the thought dawned to her.

She raised a dainty brow at him. "What is it to you, Malfoy?"

He grinned broadly, feeling himself going anxious as he twitched. "I asked you a question, you must answer it," he sneered.

She shrugged and brandished her paper. She smirked at his frown. "Hm, now I realize what you're on about, Malfoy," she fluttered her lashes smugly. "You're showing off your imperfect score, aren't you?" She shook her head in pity. "Poor Malfoy, I got higher than you then?"

She reached out to get a hand of his when he smirked suddenly and showed her his perfect score. She froze in mid-touch. 'How did he...' She screeched loudly, getting the attention of half of the class, earning some brows raised. She pointed an accusing finger at his chest and poked.

"Y-you're lying. You cheated, you sodding git!" She glared at him through her eyelashes.

Draco looked at the offending finger and slapped it away as he laughed at her childish behavior. "Come now, Granger. Surely you know that we are almost equal," he paused as he shuddered. "To most aspects, especially intellect."

Hermione fumed. "Surely not." She huffed.

"Want to make a bet on that?" He challenged.

Should she? She would have to tell Harry and Ron about this though. She shrugged, unnerved but ready to take it on. Hermione Granger never backs out on a challenge. She nodded her head as Draco smiled approvingly. "What's the bet on?" She questioned uneasily. Knowing Draco, it would be something evil... and just plain evil.

"Each other's freedom for the rest of the year. In other words, the loser would be the slave of the winner."

"I'm in." Proclaimed a confident Hermione. 'I'll win anyway'.


End of Flashback


They now reached the Room of Requirements and Draco gentlemanly opened the door for her, making her a bit suspicious of him. And as he closed the door, Hermione watched him.

'I'm so stupid,' Hermione mentally stated. 'Who do I think I am, accepting such dare that I know that anything would be possible? It's Malfoy for crying out loud. He has a way with almost everything... cos he's evil.' She thought darkly, shooting hateful glares at the back of Draco's head.

He, subsequently, turned around and caught her glaring at him. He raised a brow but soon it was gone. He was smiling now. A smile of utter evil-ness. Hermione shuddered. 'He is such a creepy bastard.'

"What now, Malfoy?" She blurted out. "I don't have all day."

He nodded his head, his platinum tresses flying about his face. "Of course," with that, his lips crushed against hers. A sudden feeling of dread and mixed with pleasure crashed towards Hermione as she closed her eyes slowly, taking all of the feelings towards the kiss that she and Draco were sharing. She moaned as their tongues danced, their breathing mixed in one intoxicating obsession... one another.

Draco began unbuttoning Hermione blouse as they stumbled down to the ground. Hermione sucked in a quivering breath from the sides of their mouths then resuming her position, clashing her mouth down to his again. As Draco finished the last of the buttons, he took a step back and glanced at the wonderful mounds that was presented to him. He licked his lips hungrily. 'Who knew that such filth would be this beautiful?' He caressed her face softly, drawing a soft gasp from her swollen, pink lips.

"Draco," she moaned. Her breath brushed across his face, making him shiver slightly. He smirked down at her. Her tender skin brushing across his clothed back as she squirmed below him. He played with the hem of her skirt; pulling it upwards as his other hand tucked a loose strand of her hair at the back of her ear.

She sighed contentedly as he bit softly, enticingly at her neck. She mewed in pleasure when he licked at her smooth flesh. Her body arched upwards when his hand below her cupped and trailed upwards towards her knickers. Her conscience drained from her, guilt was no more as she felt the pleasures from his touches. She gave another gasp as his fingers probed inside of her, passed her underwear.

He grinned and whispered in her ear, "Naughty Head Girl. Who would have known that you wore sexy lingerie?"

She blushed prettily and nibbled on his earlobe, earning a soft moan from him. "Just shut up and kiss me."

He chuckled breathily. "My pleasure." He gave her another passionate kiss. This went on for enchanting minutes.

"Do you love being my slave, Hermione?" He murmured against her lips, his forehead on hers. He didn't notice that he used her first name and yet he didn't care if ever he did.

Hermione, however, noticed. She gave him a small smile. "What do you think?"

Draco laughed a rich laugh that made Hermione's heart flutter. 'He should always be like this.' She thought, satisfied of the outcome of the night. 'Not like when we had our first.'

"Of course I do," she whispered, wishing that he didn't hear her but fortunately for him, he did. He smiled and redoubled his efforts.

Both cried in ecstacy.


At the end of the night of pleasure for Hermione and Draco, they decided to spend the night at their own Common Rooms. Hermione went to her own towards the Gryffindor Common Room. Even though their differences were quite plenty, they connected well with their passion. Hermione wouldn't admit it to anyone, but she was glad that she accepted the bet with Draco. It was the only way she could get her frustrations out... and will make her temporarily forget all the insanities of the real world, reality.


End Note: Hm, I'm not yet satisfied but this will have to do for now. I hope you liked it still, though. I took out the funny 'Lamp' part but maybe, if you'd like -- tell me in your reviews -- I might squeeze it in. Well, review, review and review. Please?