I was wrapped in his warm, muscular arms, in post-orgasmic bliss. 'I loved him more than life itself' is all I could think.

I felt his arms travel up, one wrapping around my waist, the other cupping mi cheek. He kissed me tenderly. I ran mi fingers through his soft red hair. I kissed him back.

"I love you, Ron." I whispered.

"I love you too, Hermione. Sweet dreams." He whispered back.

And we fell asleep.

We walked towards the Great Hall together for breakfast, holding hands. It was a perfect Saturday morning. Ron was talking to Harry about quidditch practice later on today.

I was absently staring at the others hurrying along to breakfast. I saw Gryffindors, Ginny, Neville, Dean, and Seamus walking near and waved to all of them. I saw Luna from Ravenclaw and waved to her as well.

Then I saw a flash of silver. There were eyes staring into mine. I was hypnotized. It seemed like years I was lost in silver pools. But minutes later I realized the eyes belonged to the man who had made my life hell for my whole Hogwarts career. Draco Malfoy.

I looked away, but he already noticed me. I saw his smirk spread across his lips. I don't know why, but I smiled secretly to myself.

"Hermione?" I heard Ron's voice.

I turned to him. "Sorry… I got lost in a daydream…" I said distantly.

He shrugged and continued to talk to Harry, leaving me to what he thought was basking in a daydream. But in reality, I was trying to figure out why I couldn't get Draco Malfoy out of my head.

By then we were sitting down at our table. Ron loaded his plate with every food in sight. I grabbed a piece of toast and nibbled lightly. His eyes were shaped perfectly, filled with pure silver.

I turned around to glance at the Slytherin table. He and Blaise were arguing about something. Pansy was trying to break up the fight by puffing out her lips and trying to drag Draco away… probably to some empty classroom.

I turned back and ate the rest of my toast. I remembered a really important extra credit Ancient Runes assignment.

"Hey, I'm off to the library guys. I'll meet you at the common room after practice. If I'm not back by 6 o'clock, I got crushed by a pile of books." I joked.

"M'kay," Ron mumbled through a huge bite of toast. "'Ee 'ou l'ter 'm'ne." (Roughly translated was "See you later Hermione.")

I walked out of the Hall, but I decided to take the long way to the library. I don't know why, I just followed my feet left instead of straight. The school was silent, since everyone was eating or outside roaming the grounds, basking in the warm autumn air.

Then, from behind me I heard footsteps. I turned around to see who else had left breakfast early, but no one was there.

Out of nowhere, the muggle song from the Geico commercial, "I always feel like somebody's watchin' me," popped into my head. It was strange.

I had that feeling. Someone was there. I took a few steps closer. There was an indent in the wall, just the right size for someone to hide in. I walked few more steps closer to it. I heard a breath hitch. Whoever it was, they knew I realized they were there.

I worked up the rest of my courage and walked all the way up to the indent. But before I could see anyone, something jumped out at me and covered my eyes. Then I was out cold.

I woke up in a bed. My entire body ached, mostly my wrists and ankles. I realized I was tied to the bed. The thing covering my eyes was gone, so I looked around.

The room I was in was surprisingly small and comfy. It had faded wood walls, and soft red carpet. There was a fireplace across the room from the bed I was on. In front of the fireplace was a fluffy looking red plush couch. Then I saw someone sitting on the couch, staring into the fire. I held back a gasp.

I looked closer and realized the person's hair was platinum blond. It was him. Then it dawned on me. Malfoy was my stalker and attacker.

I couldn't move, all I could do was stare at him as he looked into the fire. His hair seemed to be glowing from the firelight. It was transfixing. I almost didn't notice when he sighed and stood up.

As soon as I saw his face, I knew I was in some deep shit. He looked really depressed. I knew being tied to a bed in the same room as some one who has hated you since first year who is depressed could never end well.

That's when he noticed my eyes were open. I expected his sad look to disappear and turn to a mask of anger, but it never did. He hesitated for a moment, then walked over to the bed.

He sat next to me, turning and looking into my eyes. He looked so sad and helpless, but I knew not to fall for it, and tried to expect the unexpected. I sensed danger.

"Hermione… Hermione…" He said my name over and over.

"Malfoy, why am I tied to the bed? Where are we?" I demanded.

"We're in the Room of Requirement of course. I wanted a place I could talk to you. Somewhere we wouldn't be interrupted, but also comfortable. An empty classroom wouldn't work. I also asked that time wouldn't pass while we were here, so it would be like we never left." He said softly, so I could barely hear.

"So why am I tied to the bed?" I asked softly. My gut was still expecting something bad to happen.

"Didn't want you running off when you woke up. Simple as that." He said even quieter this time.

"Then why don't you untie me. I'm awake, and I won't run off."

He shook his head. He looked at me again, but this time, I looked to, but was paralyzed by those silver eyes.

Finally, I shook myself out of the trance and was able to say "What did you want to talk about?"

He looked back into the fire across the room. He sighed roughly. I thought I saw something slide down his cheek, but it was gone with a flick of his wrist. I told myself it was a trick of the light.

I heard a whisper, this time too quiet for me to hear. Another something down his cheek.

I tried to lean forward, but was pulled back by my ties. "What did you say?"

He growled. "I… I… lo… I can't say it! I can't say it!" He cried. He stood up quickly, and stormed to the fireplace, leaning against the wall and again staring into the flames.

"Hermione… I know I've been an awful dickhead all these years, but did you ever think maybe it wasn't because I hated you?"

"What do you mean… Draco?" I was hesitant to say his first name, but I did.

"Just forget it. It doesn't matter."

"Draco, you knocked me out, dragged me here, tied me up, for what? Tell me what you need to tell me! I don't want to fucking sit here until I'm an old lady!" I demanded.

His head snapped toward me, his eyes suddenly filled with anger. He strode toward me, anger radiating from him.

He grabbed my neck, pushing me into the bed. Black spots were forming in my eyes and I couldn't breathe. I slapped his hand trying to get him to stop. Then, he did. He stopped for a moment, but then decided to continue. He whipped out his wand and said a wordless spell. Before I had time to either be impressed or fear this incredible level of magic, I realized I was suddenly naked.

He jumped on top of me, and I realized he too was naked. This was the danger I had been sensing. I was about to be raped by Draco Malfoy.

He didn't wait to do anything, he just got himself hard, and shoved right in. I felt my entire body rip in half, or at least that's how it felt. I screamed, tears flooding my eyes. I could feel blood and lots of it.

I could only feel pain, until I realized I wasn't the only one crying. Malfoy was buried inside me, but he did not move a muscle. He was crying, with incoherent apologies mixed in. He tried to wipe away my tears, but by then all that was in my head was confusion. It made no sense at all.

Finally, he whispered "I'm sorry, so sorry. Let me just… It'll hurt I'm sorry. I'll do it fast." He pulled all the way out of me, another wave of pain ripped across my body, but not as bad.

"Hermione, I'm so sorry." He blubbered.

Then he kissed me. A real kiss like I've never experienced before. One of those kisses with every emotion ever created inside. That's when I realized what he had been trying to tell me.

He grabbed his wand again, this time to clean up the mess he made. He scourgified the blood from our bodies. Then he did something else I was so glad for. He made the pain disappear. It was like it never happened. He then went back to weeping.

"Hermione… I love you." He whispered.

A/N: Yes, my first fic to publish! I'm actually pretty in love with this story. I'm gonna be up all night long so I think I can get more than just this chapter published! I'm kinda nervous about reviews… If ur a nice person could u just tell me if u liked it or hated it. And I promise it will get better!