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*Warning: Explicit erotic content and bad language.*

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Granger is perfect, just perfect for my little plan. She is violent, pushy and bosses everyone around... And just can't shut up, miss know it all. Probably has complex with femininity too, always blushing and dressing up from knees to the neck. And as a cherry on top, a mudbood, and the least likeable one at that.

Expecting her any minute Draco walked up and down the corridor leading to library. He was spying her for couple of days now... It was not hard, she was a creature of habit. Decided that it would be best thing to take her by surprise today, he waited. No one in the right mind would go to library on Friday evening. But she must have had, that was the only logical explanation why she always had slightly better grades. He had a life after all... Draco smirked at her as she approached walking his way in corridor. Just on time.

It was a different smirk than his usual evil crooked smile with piercing eyes. This smirk made his features soften a bit and it made him more handsome if that was even possible. She might even describe it seductive if she hadn't known better, that he doesn't even take her as equal. She was better than him in everything but flying and still he would not acknowledge her more than dirt under his fingers. It hurt, but it was numb pain after all this time.

She just rose an eyebrow at him and moved along. But right as she was passing him by, he pushed his shoulder on to hers. Not expecting it and losing balance over a ton of books in her hands she smashed to the floor. It caught her off guard; he touched her. It was on purpose she just knew. He never did that before.

She felt the butterflies unleash wildly in her belly, flying around like crazy to the top of her head and tips of her toes. She could tell her cheeks are crimson by the burning feeling there. She, the brave little lion was taken aback by surprise. She wanted to jell, wanted to look at him in the eyes. But she just hanged her head hoping the wild hair would at least be of some use for once and cover the blush as she was collecting the books the muggle way. Habits, what can you do, at least this time it served a purpose.

And just as she was picking up the last one she heard him say Wingardium Leviosa. The book was flying out of her hand. She watched it flow behind her back, about twenty inches behind her before it pounced at her ass. As it hit her, she did not make a sound. Her eyes locked with his. Fury in hers met mocking in his. In one second she was on her feet, books lying forgotten on the floor. Blush can look as anger, right.

Right as she opened her mouth and the loud sound came out, he muffled the words with her robes. He Leviose those too, so he was looking at her panties now. Black lace. That's probably the last thing he imagined her to wear. And is that a crystal snake on them? Interesting. Interesting enough that he lost his focus on holding the charm and the next moment Hermione was launching herself at him like a tiger. Grabbing his collar she did not stop running. Both of them moved all the way till Draco's back was hit the wall and she slam her body on his.

Sharing a gaze only for a second was enough for Draco to grab her and smash her to the wall, same one his back was on second ago. And he slammed his body just as hard into hers as she did into his. But, this was different. Sheer force made Hermione smash into him. This… What is this, she wondered licking her lips. Her body did not want her to think at all and went out off it's way to make it really hard. The sensation was running true her veins and consuming her body beyond any adrenaline rush she ever felt. And as we know by now, she had quite a few so far.

She could feel his whole body as he pressed her to the cold wall. One of his legs was in between hers, his torso squishing her breasts. And his face was so close they breathed the air from the other lungs. She could smell the masculine perfume, or was it the cologne? His neck was so close, it would be so nice to bite it... She could not tare the gaze from it to look up and find his eyes. But she could bite him. Yes. And so she did. More gentle than she planed it, cause as soon as her lips touched his gentle skin, the force she wanted to show with her teeth mellowed down. He let out a surprised moan as he grabbed her hair hard and pulled it down, moving her jaw high, forcing her to look at him.

"What the hell are you doing mudbood?" he hissed into her mouth, his lips only an inch away from hers, his eyes grey steel.

She didn't know, she just stared at him in shock. With a flip of his wand he gathered her books and with the other hand he grabbed her elbow. He dragged her roughly down the corridor. She didn't know where he was going, but could not care less or resist even if she tried, her legs followed his. She dreamed so long for this day to come, almost seven years. Since the first time she laid her eyes at him in the train, looking for Neville's frog, Trevor.

The door materialized in the wall. Room of requirement, she thought somewhere in the back of her mind where consciousness was, but barely alive. He opened the door and pushed her in. She was in this room a lot of times, but it never looked so - so, dangerous and romantic at the same time. There was a big old clock on the left and it stopped moving the tail from left to right, it got stuck somewhere in between as he closed the door. She found her voice.

"The time - time has stopped" she gasped.

"Was that a question Granger?" he asked coldly "Did you wish for something like this when we entered, and this romantic fluffy stuff?" he gestured somewhat disgusted to the candles, flowers and the silky crimson covers on the bed.

"Did you wish for that?" she pointed her finger at the big metal cage with cuffs, whips, and a weird shaped bed for one.

He raised one of his eyebrow at her "Unless you did Granger, I don't see why else would it be here. Still, my wishes are reasonable - but why would you want any of the things in here while entering with me?" he gazed with a frown around the place and then it hit him, but she interrupted "You call this reasonable Malfoy? You would cage me like some animal and - and torture me?" she raised her voice as she approached the cage exploring his content with eyes only, afraid to even touch it.

Smirking, he ignored her question and asked "For how long Granger?" moving a bit more inside, following the vanilla fragrance to an oversized bed. With a whisk of wand he turned the crimson covers into emerald green. For some reason, the spell only turned one side of the cover and pair of cousins on that side green. He did the spell once more repeating his question to Hermione, but the other half of bed stayed stubbornly crimson.

Realizing there is no point in denying the so obvious now, as her part of the wish was screaming love from every detail... It was seven painful years, and only couple of more weeks till they went their separate ways… She had nothing to lose, maybe it will be more painful, but she can take it. And he can tease all he like, but once they are out of here there is no chance he could prove it. She didn't tell a soul all these years.

"Always" she said.

His eyes found hers and he could not bring himself to make a rude remark as she looked so vulnerable. Funny, he never saw her vulnerable like this. Blushed and playing with her hands, but still Gryffindor enough not to look away. "You do know I could never be with you, my family has been pure blood since forever, and I intend to keep it that way."

"Yes i know" and she knew it very well. Her gaze sunk to the floor as she recalled... All the times he called her mudblood, but also the way he treated others of her - status - let's put it that way.

Few seconds passed in silence broken only by footsteps around the room before Draco asked "So why Granger?" and he seemed genuinely interested.

Staying in front of the cage doors now she wondered should she go in, "It's not something I can control" she said while entering the cage, as curiosity had won.

Swiftly he moved behind her and locked her in.

"No, no!" she jelled running to the door and tried to open it. No luck. "Alohomora" she cried desperately.

"Oh, c'mon Granger, give me a bit more credit, do you really think I would have wished for a cage you can escape with Alohomora? In fact your wand is good as ordinary piece of wood now, darling" He put emphasis on the last word and giggled darkly.

Horrified she tried to do some other spells but nothing happened, not even a spark from the top of the wand! She started to shake the metal cage doors violently, repeating "I'm gonna kill you when I get out of here. I'm gonna kill you Malfoy!"

"Calm down Granger" he said walking to the big emerald green/crimson bed. He sat down on the emerald green side and looked at her. "You see, this is what it would look like, our relationship. You give me everything, and I trap you into a black cage. Torture you. Seduce you with pleasure but never giving you the beauty you had provided back."

"Well I'm not seduced. Nor have I experienced any pleasure so far, on the contrary!" she crossed her arms on her chest.

"I love when you get mad Granger" crooked smile decorated his features as anger shaped hers furthermore "I'd love to punch you in the face again, Malfoy."

"You might wanna mind your attitude darling. Don't forget you are my prisoner, and you could be one" he glanced at the clock which stood frozen "for a long time."

He took his wizard robes off and stayed in jeans and tight, white t-shirt. It was not gay tight, just right. Death eater mark was still on his arm do war has passed. Her eyes did not stay long on it, they moved on to his torso. You could see there is a six pack under the shirt, or maybe she was imagining it because she felt their strong cares on her soft belly just a while ago. He caught her eager stare and smirked.

"Would you mind returning the favor" he teased and she blushed. Without one word she turned around and laid fully dressed on the weird bed from his mind. They were silent for a long time. There was a lot of things that needed sinking in on both sides. And it felt comfortable to, the silence.