Draco Malfoy wandered the Hogwarts halls at one in the morning with a disgruntled look across his face. He stormed out of his room after a disgruntled meeting with Pansy Parkinson that involved her attempt to play "swallow the sausage" with his bits and he was none-too-pleased about it.

He was strutting around the school's halls as if he owned the place, hands in the pockets of his sleeping pants, whistling a jaunty tune when he passed the entrance to the library. He set to continue to walk passed it when he heard a small, distant crash. Slipping the door open slightly, he slinked through it and shut it softly behind him.

Draco scaled through the isles of books in search of the low, but constant crashing noise. When he turned around the final row of books in the back of the library, where the student tables are housed, he wanted to laugh. There sat Hermione Granger, bottle of alcohol in hand, cursing at a table full of letters and photographs. The crashes he had heard were the front chair legs slamming onto the hardwood floor when she would lean back then let the chair fall forward back to the floor.

Draco smirked and waited for her to lean back before speaking to her in a deep voice, "A teacher is going to hear you if you keep making that racket, mudblood."

Hermione was mid-swig from her bottle of alcohol when she turned to the voice rapidly. Her chair kept tilting further back until she squealed like a stuck pig when it topped backwards with her going along for the ride.

He started laughing, mouth agape. He clutched at his sides and leaned on a bookcase. Tears were streaming down his face and his vision was blurred.

He kept laughing as Hermione stood up, face as red as a tomato. He didn't see the glare on her face or when she chucked the half full alcohol bottle at his face. It hit him across the cheek.

Hermione laughed back at him as his head snapped to the side and the bottle hit the floor with a thud as it landed standing up. Draco was staring her down as she laughed at him. She could already tell the big red mark would turn into a gigantic bruise against the whiteness of his skin. "You can leave now you son-of-a-bitch."

She righted her chair and sat back down. She was set to continue her musings from earlier but Draco decided to interfere with that by sitting across the table with the half full bottle of alcohol that hit him in the face. "I think I'll keep you company, since you want me to leave so badly. Would you like this bottle back, mudblood?"

She scoffed at him and pulled a new bottle from her backpack. She unscrewed the cap and took a thick swing from the bottle. "Why are you still here?"

Draco shrugged and took his own swing from the bottle. He made a face that made Hermione sputter in laughter as it went down his throat. "What the hell is that?!"

"Muggles have their own Fire Whiskey and we call it Vodka. Now go away!"

"I'm just fine right here, making your life hell. So, why are you in the library so late at night yelling at a table?" He took another swing.

Normally, under a sober circumstance, she wouldn't humor him in any sense of the word. But she was tipsy and well on the way to drunk. "I'm reminiscing over my failed relationship with the fuck-bastard Ron. Cheating bastard."

They both took a swig.

Draco spoke first, "With Lavender I assume?"

She glared at him, "How do you know?"

He shrugged, "If the boy has a girlfriend, she'll do her best to fuck him. She'll keep fucking him until they get caught and then move on. She's a whore."

Hermione grunted in agreement and took a heavy, long swing from her bottle before setting a picture of Ron on fire. The picture version of Ron scuttled from the frame and into that of another picture. There were twenty some odd Rons hiding in the picture. "And he thinks saying sorry would make it okay! Stupid fucker!"

Draco's head was swimming. This alcohol was a sight stronger than Fire Whiskey. His thoughts were starting to drift. Hermione's school shirt was partially open and he could see the tops of her red lacy bra. How Gryffindor. She was still talking.

"I just want to get some sort of violent vicious revenge against him. Anything to make him suffer." Another swing and another picture went up in flame. Another hiding Ron.

A mental light-bulb went off in his head. He just wouldn't suggest it. She had to. "What kind of revenge?"

Hermione was just rambling at that point. She ignored Draco and set fire to everything sitting on the table. Once it was finally burned out she felt calm. Another swig. "What did you say?"

"What kind of revenge?"

She shrugged. "Like I know. All I want to do is get drunk right now!"

Draco internally cussed at the mudblood. Even drunk as a skunk she was still a prude. "Sounds like a plan."

For now.

Hermione huffed at him. HE was in his night clothes. Long sleeping pants made of thin material, she could tell, and a half open, button up shirt. His chest was just inviting her to touch it. Run her hands over it. Alcohol made her want to do dirty things. "Why are you out after hours?"

"Pansy tried eating my bits for dinner and she's gross so I fled. Fled like the wind." His bottle was almost empty.

She laughed. Everyone thought they were such an infallible couple. Now she knew better. "Sounds unpleasant." Her head felt like a balloon.

"Very."

Hermione shook her head. She was turning into a loose goose on a rampage. "Ron never knew how to have sex either. Never did it how I wanted it.

Draco scoffed. She didn't look like she even knew what sex was, let alone to know how she wanted it. "So, Weasel can't satisfy you, huh?"

"Not like Viktor could. He knew how to please a girl." She set her bottle on the floor. She had had enough for the moment.

She laughed as he sputtered on the last sip of alcohol in his bottle. "What? Thought I was a goody to-shoe who only did missionary?"

Draco shook his head and set the empty Vodka bottle on the floor. "So…how do you like it that Weasel can't provide?"

He was staring at her chest with a hungry look.

She knew what he was looking at. She thought to herself, what the hell, before moaning thickly and running her nails across her chest and opened a shirt a little more, "I like it rough. Violent. Carnal. Sometimes I just want dark bruises and bloody scratches to cover my body."

Her hands were running across her breasts as she spoke. She was turning herself on.

Draco gulped. His throat went dry as he felt himself start to bulge in his thin pants. He needed another drink. "Give me that bottle."

Hermione smirked. It startled him a bit. He didn't think anyone could ever mimic the Malfoy smirk. "Why, Malfoy? Your throat a little dry?"

She opened up another button to her shirt and it sat open freely, revealing her large chest. Her tie was sitting in between her breasts, happily torturing Draco. He knew she was fucking with him. "Give me that damn bottle or I'll mimic the black cheek you gave me earlier!"

She moaned a little. "I'll give you the bottle if you can fuck me how Ron never could. I'll even let you do it however you want if you rough me up like I did you."

Draco snarled at her before knocking over his chair and grabbing her arms roughly. He yanked her up out of her chair and smashed his lips against hers beginning a battle of dominance between them.

When it looked as if Hermione would win the battle, Draco pulled back and slammed her up against a nearby wall with such force she grunted from the pain. He let go of her arms and smirked at the dark handprints that would turn to bruises, he was sure.

He momentarily lost sight of what he was doing. He glanced down and saw the mudblood unbuttoning his shirt. "I thought I was the one proving myself?"

Hermione growled and dug her nails across his pale chest roughly. "Then fucking do it!"

Draco hissed at the pain. The girl had some sharp nails. He didn't really want to hurt her but she was pissing him off like no other girl could. He yanked open the rest of her shirt and buttons went flying. He scratched from her neck down the swell of her breasts. She laughed through her pain inflicted moan.

He moved her from the wall back to the table and set her on it roughly. He pulled off his open shirt as she wrapped her long legs around his hips. Pushing off her shirt and tie, he began kissing and biting his way around her neck and chest. Hermione was rubbing him through his pants until she felt him get hard.

She pushed him back from the bruises he was inflicting over her body and slipped off the table with a grunt. "Why are we still wearing so many clothes? This is killing my buzz."

Draco smirked at her. She kicked off her shoes and went for her thigh-highs. He stopped her before she could pull one down, "Leave on the socks."

She laughed and shimmied out of her skirt. "I'll leave on the socks if you take my thong off with your teeth."

He hated ultimatums but the thought of pulling her unbearably tiny underwear with just his teeth made his dick throb. He grinned and sunk down to his knees and latched his pearly white teeth around a strong of her thong and slowly pulled it down.

Hermione finished kicking off her red lacy panties when he reached her knees. Her buzz really was starting to wear off. She watched as Draco stood back up and leaned over to unhitch her bra.

The red bra popped open and her breasts sprung to life once they were free of the confines. "Fuck, mudblood. How big are these?" he asked as he grabbed the left one roughly and licked the nipple.

Hermione groaned as his tongue flicked over her nipple, "Almost a D." He went to lick her nipple again but she pushed him back.

"Wha--?" He went to ask her what the hell was wrong but stopped short when she dropped to her knees and pulled his pants down with her. Her eyes lit up as his dick sprang to attention in front of her. She grabbed the bottle of Vodka from the floor and took a healthy swing before pulling his thick cock into her mouth.

Draco almost fell backwards. He would have had the table not been behind him for a method of steadying himself. The sting of the Vodka on his dick and the feel of her tongue lapping away at him almost sent him over the edge as fast as it began.

She swallowed his entire length before pulling back and taking him in again. After what seemed like forever, Draco roughly yanked her up and dropped her back on the table. She held the half full bottle of Vodka in her hand.

"Can you handle all of this, mudblood?" He asked her huskily as he rubbed the tip of his dick against her opening.

She sucked in a deep breath as he rubbed himself up against her. "You're certainly bigger then Ron and Viktor combined. Fuck me wild you stupid son of a bitch!"

Draco smirked as he grabbed the bottle of Vodka, yanked it from her hand, took a big swig and poured a healthy amount over Hermione's breasts and stomach before tossing what was left behind him. It smashed against the wall and the alcohol dripped to the floor.

He licked the alcohol from her stomach and up to her breasts as he slammed into her. She cried aloud. Pulling back until the tip came into view; he rammed back into her and continued the process repeatedly.

Hermione cried out in pain and ecstasy as Malfoy rammed in and out of her body, her hands gripping the edge of the shaking table so she didn't fall off the edge from the constant pounding.

They both groaned and moaned as Draco fucked Hermione senseless. After about twenty minutes of fevered pounding, Draco Hermione's breath hitch as she laid herself out across the table with her legs firmly around his hips. She cried out as she hit her orgasm and Draco quickly fallowed suit. HE released himself into her body with one final pump.

He pulled out with a thick grunt. She was unbearably tight. "Did I adequately prove myself?

Hermione was breathing heavily. She pushed herself into a sitting position on the table before speaking, "I'm still missing the bloody scratches."

Draco couldn't help but laugh. He let her pull him in with her legs until her breasts where pressed up against his chest. Her arms snaked their way around him and he momentarily thought she was hugging him. That was until he howled in pain as she violently raked her nails across his back deep enough to bleed.

She laughed at him as he snared at her. "You're one crazy bitch." He found his scratch marks he'd created earlier amongst the hickey bruises he'd left and ranked his own nails across them a second time. They began to well up with blood and he smirked to himself as she moaned.

He stepped back and looked at her fully. He'd demolished her porcelain complexion. She had bruises forming around her inner thighs from their fevered coupling, her arms, chest and breasts were covered in dark bruises and the scratch marks were bloody. He wondered if she'd heal them or leave them for Ron and the whole world to see.

The two of them got dressed in silence when Hermione suddenly pouted and spoke. "You fucked up my shirt."

Draco laughed, "Take mine then."

She threw her shirt into the trash and slipped his over her smaller body. She left the top three buttons open so her marks were clearly visible. He knew she wanted him to see then.

They both walked to the library entrance and checked for teachers. At four in the morning they both doubted there would be a teacher in site, but no harm in checking.

Before parting ways Draco decided to speak. "Maybe we'll do this again sometime."

Hermione giggled, "Next time you furnish the liquor." She walked off with a grin.

Draco watched her ass sway as she strutted away. "Damn."

END

A/N: This is just a smutty one shot fic I wrote when I was bored. I might continue it if everyone likes it. So should I make a second installment? Let me know!!

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