Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

PART ONE The indignation radiated off of Draco as he observed them; Hermione Granger might be a lot of things, a mudblood, a swotty cunt, and a nuisance to fucking society, but she was not a coward. She did not make herself smaller for the likes of men. He respected the way she never shied away from her true nature, even in his hatred of everything she was. Her spirit was strong despite her dirty blood. That is the reason he sought so hard to break it. ( Attempted rape is not between Draco and Hermione) PART TWO NOW POSTED

THIS IS PART TWO : "You're playing a game you can't win," he whispered, tightening his grip. "I already have," she choked out, becoming light-headed as she struggled to get a full breath in. He was well aware just where to hold, because he held her right on the edge of passing out. "Is that so?" He asked. "From where I'm sitting, you have not." His thumb released her enough to stroke her throat. "Enlighten me, Hermione." She shivered at the sinful way her name sounded on his lips.