Draco stood in the back of the room, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, while his father sat down at the dining room table, listening to every word the dark lord was saying. They weren't the only three in the room, either. Voldemort had become completely frustrated with Potter and the way he seemed to go on untouched both mentally and physically through all these years. He knew that war was coming soon, and he knew he had to break Potter down, and quickly, before it was too late. When he couldn't think of anything, he decided to go towards his faithful "friends" and ask them what he should do, not something he usually did, and when on the very rare occasion he did do it, he was testy. If you made even a suggestion that he didn't like, he would cut you loose right there.

As more stupid suggestions came out, and Voldemort started to become more frustrated, Draco found it hard to stop smiling. Voldemort, on the other hand, looked like he was about to snap on somebody. "Paranoia." One of the deatheaters who went by the name of Rowle suggested. "Just make him paranoid until he breaks." Draco laughed silently to himself.

"There's nothing to make him paranoid about. He already knows the wars coming and he knows he's going to be dying soon." Another deatheater pointed out as they all agreed. "How about destroying him mentally so it's easier to do the job at the end?" Everybody stared at the deatheater with question in their faces, wondering what the hell he was talking about. When he noticed that they didn't seem to understand him, they continued. "Potter has his mudblood and his blood traitor friend, right? What if we slowly took them apart? Not physically pulling them apart, but messing with their heads in a way, putting them down. The pain will eat them alive, and eventually…it'll reach Potter and start to feed on him."

Voldemort smiled slightly, starting to like the idea. "And how do you propose we accomplish this?" He asked, interested.

The deatheater shrugged slowly. "Personally, I'd go for the mudblood first. She's the one with the brains. Without her, Potter and the blood traitor, Weasley, won't know what to do."

"Any ideas, though? How can we destroy her!" Voldemort yelled, now getting frustrated again.

"Draco." Lucius said to Voldemort. Draco stood up straight at the mention of his name, not really wanting to be brought into the conversation, let alone be the main topic of it. "Draco can do it, my lord. He attends school with the piece of filth."

"It would be so easy." Rowle stated quietly, almost to himself.

The dark lord grinned and then turned to face Draco. "Well…?" Draco looked at Voldemort and then at his father. His father looked like he would kill him if he didn't respond soon. Lucius also knew that if Draco succeeded in this, it would help them when it came time for Voldemort to decide who was truly loyal to him. He didn't want the weight on his shoulders, but he knew he had no choice. He nodded as the dark lords grin became even bigger, hoping that this plan could finally do some good with destroying the great Harry Potter.


Hermione sat down next to Ron and Harry in the Gryffindor Common room, trying to help them complete their transfiguration homework before tomorrow morning. "Come on, guys, think." Hermione stated, determined for them to do it on their own without her giving them to much help. Ron sat on the floor with his legs against his chest, biting the side of his lip while Harry was sitting by the fire, looking outside the window, mentally not in the room with them. "You guys are hopeless." Hermione said rolling her eyes and running her hands through her hair, feeling a headache coming on.

"Sorry were not as brilliant as you are, Hermione." Ron said emphasizing his words without realizing how much it would piss Hermione off.

"Well then excuse me for trying to help you." Hermione said crossing her arms and sticking her nose in the air. "I'd like to see you finish that on your own, Ronald Weasley." She said pointing to his extremely hard homework.

"Now you know I can't do that, Hermione. I need you to do it for me, please."

"Do it for you!" Hermione yelled, standing up. Harry had zoned back in when she yelled and was now curious as to what was going on, although he was pretty sure he already knew. "What do I look like to you?"

"My brilliant girl friend and best friend who would do anything for me."

"Guess again." Hermione said standing up and starting to walk away.

"Hermione… come back. I need you."

Hermione turned around and looked at him. "I'm not doing your homework for you, Ron. You should have had that done yesterday. I'm going to bed since my homework is completed." Hermione said turning around and walking up the stairs to her dormitory.

"Can I copy yours then?" She heard Ron yell as she closed her door. She closed her eyes and took a deep, relaxing breath, then walked over to her dresser and put on a pair of boxers that she wore to bed and a plain white t shirt. She walked into the bathroom and grabbed her tooth brush. She brushed her teeth and then her hair. As she turned on the hot water in the sink to wash her face, she heard her dormitory door open slowly, and knew it was probably Ron coming in to apologize just so she could do his homework for him, but it wasn't going to work. This time she wasn't' going to give in.

As she heard the footsteps getting closer, she put her hands under the water and filled them up with the warm liquid. She lowered herself to the sink and pressed the hot water into her face, closing her eyes and letting it soak into her pores. As she washed her face, she felt a hand move up and down her arm and then lips close in on the back of her neck. She raised her head, keeping her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of Ron's lips on her neck. She tilted her head to the side as he began to kiss her harder, wrapping his arms around her and massaging her stomach. She smiled. "Ron… that feels so-" She opened her eyes and turned to face Ron. The only problem was, it wasn't Ron. "Malfoy?" She asked, pushing his arms away and rubbing the spot on her neck where he had been kissing her. He smiled at her and took a step closer to her, only causing her to step backwards. "Wh-What are you doing here?" She asked nervously as he kept walking closer to her. "How did you get up here?"

He ignored her. "What were you saying before, Granger? How did it feel?" Draco asked Hermione as she backed up to far and ran into the corner of a wall, still the same distance from Draco as she had started out. He snickered at her scared face and the way she reacted when she hit the wall. Hermione coulldn't move back anymore and Draco kept coming closer to her. "How did it feel?" He repeated his question.

"Get away from me, Malfoy. I swear I'll curse you." She said searching herself for her wand, but to her despair, she couldn't find it anywhere. Sudden panic hit her when she saw Draco holding it up so she could see it, and laughing at her. "Give me my wand, Malfoy." She said scared for her life. Draco took her wand and flicked it at the door, making it close and lock itself. He took a few more steps closer to her, until his body was pressed against her on the corner of the room, trapping her between the two walls and his body. He took his wand free arm and put it against the wall, over her shoulder and then put the tip of her wand at her throat.

Hermione's heart began to race, her breathing became uneven, and she started to shake. "I asked you a question, Granger. It's rude not to answer." She tried to swallow the lump in her throat, but was unsuccessful. He laughed at her. "Are you scared, Granger?" He asked taking his hand off the wall and putting it on her cheek, rubbing her cheek bone with his thumb. She lied and shook her head no, even though she knew that he could see right through her. "Well… you should be." He said in her ear, now bringing tears to her eyes.

"Please, Malfoy… don't-" She didn't get to finish her shaky sentence because Draco through his finger over her mouth, tears now running down her cheeks.

"Shh, my little mudblood." He said grinning. "No need to beg." He put his face to hers and licked the tears off of her cheeks. She turned her head in disgust, which didn't please Draco at all. He grabbed both of her hands and through them up against the wall, pressing his lips against hers and forcing his tongue into her mouth. She tried to squirm away, but this only made him grab her wrist more tighter and push his body against hers more. He released the kiss and looked into Hermione's tear stained eyes, laughing. "I thought you weren't scared?" He asked her, not caring if she answered or not. He took her wand and muttered a spell under his breath. He released the grip on her wrist, and when she tried to bring them down to push him away, she found she couldn't. Whatever spell he had muttered had her hands stuck up in the air, giving Malfoy complete control over her.

Realizing this, she began to cry more now. Hermione could feel his arousal on her legs, and she hated the feeling. Draco kissed her again, this time shoving his hands up her shirt and cupping her breast. Hermione, now really scared and feeling helpless, tried to scream for help, but Draco just laughed at her. "None of your friends can hear you, Granger. Might as well save your energy for what's to come." He kissed her again, this time biting her lip as he ribbed her shirt in half and let it fall to the floor. He kissed the top of her breast as he unclipped her bra, letting that fall to the ground. He moved his way from the top of her chest to her lips, kissing her hard and shoving his tongue into her mouth yet again.

As he kissed her, he gripped the side of her boxers and let them fall the ground. Putting his hand on the side of her face and massaging it, he smirked at her. "Having fun yet?" She closed her eyes, not wanting to watch or even look at him. "I asked you a question." She didn't answer, so he grabbed the side of her panties and let them fall to the ground. She kept her eyes closed and tilted her head up towards the ceiling. Draco laughed and started to bite at the center of her neck, now lowering two of his fingers to her centre and moving them in circles. "I asked you…" He stared, then shoved the two fingers inside of her, making her gasp. "a question… and I expect an answer." He finished, now using his thumb to play with her clit.

"Fuck you." She said pissed off and through clenched teeth, now hating this man more and more by every second that passed.

He smiled at her and let out a little laugh. "Poor choice of words, mudblood." As he said this, Hermione gathered up all the courage and bravery she had left in her and spit right in his face. He was disgusted, but smiled it off, taking the fingers he had in her and whipping the spit off of his forehead. "I could use this." He said lowering his fingers back to her centre, now covered in her spit, spreading it around. "I'm guessing by how tight you are, that you haven't had any little Ronald Weasleys shoved up you yet, have you?" She didn't answer him, just glared at him as more tears came from her anger filled eyes. He took her wand and tapped it on his clothes, making them disappear.

"Please…" She begged softly, wanting him to stop. "Please, I'll keep this quite, I won't tell anybody, it's not too late. Just please stop." Hermione was crying now harder then she was before.

Draco laughed in her face, removing his hands from her and cupping her breast, sticking the tip of his cock inside of her, making her draw back her breath. "You're not going to tell anybody anyway. And if you do, we'll just be right back in this same spot, the only difference is, when it's over, you won't be walking out of here alive." She bit her lip and he kissed her forcefully, ripping the lip she was biting from her grasp, only to bite it for her. He pushed inside of her, grinding his hip against her, kissing the side of her neck and cupping her breast. He allowed her to come a couple of times before he came himself.

He pulled out and used her for support as he caught his breath. When he caught his breath, he released the spell he had on her and let her fall to the floor. She quickly scrambled for her ripped shirt and used it to cover herself before he could take any more glimpses as her. He got changed and gathered up her clothes that were scattered all over the floor. He kneeled in front of her. She kept her eyes on the floor, not wanting to look at him. He grabbed her under her chin with force and turned her head so it faced him. She looked into his eyes as he smirked at her, throwing her clothes into her face. "Why do you look so sad, Granger? At least you're not a bench warmer anymore." He laughed as he gave her a hard kiss on the lips, forcing his tongue in for one last time. She turned her head away quickly and bit her lips together. Draco laughed at her. "See you around." He stood up and walked out of the room, throwing her wand in the trash before slamming the door shut.

this is my first lemon and i just discovered that im not that great at them lol. i wrote this to get away writers block, but i have plans to eventually turn it into a full length story. that why it has the name it has that makes zero sense right now. so please please please review. i love reviews and im all ears when it comes to them. ideas, comments, or questions, please dont' hesitate.

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