His Prized Possession.

Forget.

It had been days now since the kiss in Draco's bedroom, everything had quickly turned cold between the two. Hermione was so embarrassed by her own actions that she barely said two words to him. She tried so hard to keep herself distant from a man she knew better than to trust. Draco had also recoiled, not wanting to let his feelings for the Gryffindor girl show.

Draco found himself combing the forest for Harry Potter, leaving no stone unturned. He had been out there for more than a day now, not even returning home to sleep. Theodore and he were too determined to make up their previous error. They had managed to find a little shack that looked as if it were seconds from collapsing, Draco wasted no time in kicking in the door looking through to see if anyone was hiding in it. Theodore stayed outside to see if anyone fled during the process, but neither boy ever saw a soul. Draco let out a growl as he found nothing, throwing an angry punch at the wall beside him, it going straight through the old wall. He sighed and pulled his hand out of the wall, shaking his head as he looked around. This had turned out to be a waste of time, they hadn't found so much as a clue to Potter's where abouts.

Draco came out of the shack, turning and muttering a spell that brought the house down to the ground. His grey eyes flashing dangerously as he looked over at Nott, "An absolute waste of our time." He growled before apparating away and leaving the other boy there by himself. Draco landed in his own home, immediately undoing his jacket and pulling it from his body. He threw it against the wall in the front room, trying to satisfy the rage that was brewing in the pit of his stomach. He didn't bother with anything aside from scaling the stairs and heading to his room; he slammed his bedroom door hard enough that it came back open instead of staying closed. Draco ripped his long sleeved black shirt over his head throwing it across the room and quickly undoing his pants he went into the bathroom standing there in his boxers he stared at himself in the mirror. He couldn't afford to fail at this, he couldn't let Potter get away after they had seen him. A small part of him was glad they hadn't found the boy who lived, somewhere deep inside he wished Potter would still come through and save them all from this lifestyle they were in. But he also knew that was an ignorant thing to even wish.

Draco ran a hand through his hair, suddenly meeting eyes through the mirror. Hermione had come in to see what all the noise was about. She looked nervous, and quickly looked away from his eyes. He bit at his lip, watching her closely.

"Do you need anything?" Hermione asked, her voice betraying how much she didn't want to be standing in the room with him.

Draco raised an eyebrow pushing away from the counter, he turned to face her as he strode across the bathroom to stand in front of her.

"I need to forget." He mumbled to her, staring challengingly into her eyes as she looked away down at the floor and then back up to him. Wondering exactly what he expected her to do about it.

Before Hermione could reply, Draco had roughly grabbed her by the neck, pulling her into him as he kissed her aggressively. The kiss wasn't sweet or soft, it was bruising force and teeth nipping roughly. Hermione let out a sharp noise in shock, grabbing onto Draco's shoulders for support fearing she would fall if she didn't. His body was pressing her backwards as she staggered to go wherever he was pushing her, and suddenly her legs hit the bed and she fell backwards eyes going wide as she watched him, he crawled up onto her and began to kiss her neck with the same aggressive nature he had used on his mouth. Hermione's mind screamed for her to shove him off her, to run away as fast as she could. But her body was betraying her, arching into him and her fingernails were digging into his back. Her ability to think straight was leaving her and she tried with her last bit of defiance to push at him to get him off her. He laughed a little against her neck, and grabbed her wrists, roughly pinning them above her head, and grinding himself down into her. Hermione hated that a moan escaped her lips when she felt him hard against her, turning her head to the side to look away from him she cursed herself for letting him have this effect over her. Draco pulled back, still holding her wrists above her head with one hand. He watched her, grabbing her jaw with his free hand he turned her to look at him.