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Down the hallway and into the Common Room walked Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, hand in hand. And as Hermione gazed around the normally subdued room, she noticed it was… exactly the same as always.

"Hey!" she laughed at Harry.

"Aww, what did I do now?"

"Nothing, nothing," she said, "though I do admit I was expecting a surprise waiting here."

"Oh, I'm sorry-"

"No, no don't be. I actually don't mind a day to ourselves."

"Neither do I," he grinned.

Hermione smiled, knowing exactly what he meant. She was just as eager as he in all honesty. She gave Harry a peck on the lips. "So…where are you taking me?"

Ever since Voldemort's demise, trips to Hogsmeade occurred just about every single weekend at Hogwarts. Students crammed the large train in the hopes of being the first seated at The Three Broomsticks or testing out the new George Weasley prank gift at Zonkos. There was always an air of jubilation and excitement. But Harry Potter, the twice savior of the wizarding community couldn't easily walk a few steps before being hounded by the masses.

So he either completely changed his appearance or just apparated store to store to avoid any wandering eyes. Harry, in his combat training, had undergone just about everything a wizard needs to overcome any sort of situation, no matter what the odds. And one of the many abilities he had to learn was the complex art of apparation, and, being the masterful wizard he is, Harry easily exceeded his trainer's expectations.

And although Harry thoroughly disliked having to "store hop", or morph, it beat being caught, and he could always sit back in a nice, dark candlelight restaurant with Hermione and transform back to normal.

"Well," Harry said as he and Hermione walked out of the Common Room, "I was thinking-"

"That's a first."

"Ohhh, original," and it was good to see Hermione in a playful mood; she'd been all but devastated when news of the Final Battle leaked, and that coupled with the fact that millions died, including Ron and countless other close friends, Harry was surprised that Hermione could even put on a brave face. So Harry tried to make Hermione laugh as often as he could-partially to bring both himself and Hermione out of the rut, but also because he owed it to Ron to try and continue his smart-ass legacy.

"I was thinking we'd just beat the rush and arrive before the train even leaves." Harry blurted a twinkle in his eye.

"And how, pray tell, will that happen?" Harry removed his wand from his side pocket and pointed it at Hermione. "Okay, a little scared, now" Hermione said.

Harry fired a bright white spell and Hermione transformed from the thin, chestnut haired head girl he loved so much and into a voluptuous blonde haired girl with a pair of skin tight jeans and a top that showed off a little more skin than she would have liked to. The jeans weren't really skin tight; actually, they were more along the lines of bone-crushingly tight.

"No, I am not going like this, Harry," Hermione said, matter-of-factly.

"Ah, come on, no one will know it's you." Harry pleaded, "Besides, you look so good." A glare made Harry sputter. "Well that's not to say that-I mean you do look good normally, but-not to say… I love you, sweetie,"

"Wow, what a smooth operator," Hermione chuckled. "And I love you, of course," she said, planting a kiss on his cheek.

By now the pair were somewhere in the vast expanse of hallways. Hermione spoke up, "What did you mean by 'We'll arrive before the train even leaves'?"

"In due time, my lady, in due time, let me get changed first." He pointed his own wand at himself, but before he changed himself, he realized they were all alone. No one was around, just two very horny teenagers in a hallway all by themselves. Out of nowhere grabbed Hermione and pushed her into the corner of the hallway. "Actually, changing can wait," Harry growled. "Pleasure before business, right?" and he began to wildly kiss Hermione's neck.

"Hey, no! Stop Harry; this is like cheating on me," Hermione moaned. "Harold J-James P-Potter… no Harry…" He cupped her left breast and she realized she might as well stop trying to resist him. The blonde Hermione moaned loudly and grabbed Harry's hair as he assaulted her sweet neck before devouring her mouth.

The two nearly tore each other's clothes off as they went at it. Harry pinned her to the dirty ground and began to unbutton her jeans. Hermione moved her hand to block him.

"Don't worry Hermione, we wont get caught. Relax," Harry said. Hermione moaned again as he undid the jeans, unzipped them, and discarded them on the floor. Hermione lied with her legs in Harry's lap, clad only in a simple blue thong and her tiny shirt.

"Happy mother fucking birthday!" Harry yelled and ran his fingers up and down her crotch. She slightly arched her back and grinned. "I promise today is all about you, honey. Anything you want…" he slid his pointer finger inside her little pussy, "…you got." Hermione was still tight seeing that Harry had just taken her virginity a few weeks before.

Unfortunately, their fun wouldn't last long. Draco Malfoy had come down one of the moving staircases and heard Harry's voice. So Draco picked up the pace and ran to confront his enemy.

"Potter, the hell are you doing here?" he demanded as he turned the corner. Unfortunately for Draco, the scene before him was one he'd never forget. A bubbly blonde was sitting in Harry's lap with a look of horror on her face, staring back at Draco. Harry continued to probe the girl's walls.

Harry did no want to face this today. "What does it look like I'm doing, douche bag?" he spat back, not stopping his fingering to even look up at Draco. Hermione shrieked and tried to somehow hide herself.

Audibly flustered, Draco was able to retort with his usual coolness, "Seems to me, Potter, you're making advances on some random groupie. The mudblood not good enough for you?" Harry removed his finger from Hermione's box, pulled his wand from his pocket, and waved it a few times, nullifying spell on Hermione. She turned back into the familiar Head Girl minus most the clothes.

Draco feared an attack when Harry drew his wand and grabbed for his own. He began to cast the disarming charm but he stopped dead in his tracks after seeing the blonde turn into Hermione, a woman he hated with a loathing more intense than the fire of 100 suns.

He lowered his wand, but kept it out," Harry gritted his teeth. He looked over at Hermione. She was pissed. "Too ashamed of her are you? Have to hide her up if you go anywhere? She is an ugly broad; that's obvious, but why not go for a more attractive girl, Potter? This is too much trouble for you, isn't it? Though I will admit though, the muggle does have a nice set of tits. I never noticed that."

"That's enough Malfoy!" Harry yelled and raised his fist. But just before he charged Hermione grabbed his arm. Still in only a thong and shirt, Hermione tried to stop a problem before it started.

"Harry, don't let him provoke you. Draco's just a shell of a man now. There's no need to prove to him you can kill his sorry ass. Just let him say what he wants. He's really not worth it."

"Dammit mudblood, let the pussy come at me. Don't listen to your bitch, Potter. You can think on your own."

Harry just stood stoically for a few moments, drawing in deep breaths. He grabbed Hermione and pushed her into a nearby classroom.

"Draco, I no longer wish to join in your little games. I don't care about that anymore," Draco snorted. "I'm through."

Draco smirked. "You've turned even softer, Potter. The mudblood (Harry closed his eyes) took whatever ounce of testosterone you had left from you. You're just a pussy, Potter. N no good Griffindor pus-"

"You know he screamed?" Harry said coolly.

"What," Draco asked.

"He screamed. He begged me not to kill him," he said matter-of-factly.

"Oh what now?"

"The poor bastard didn't know my wandless magic is every bit as potent as whatever I can get out of this little motherfucker right here," he held up his wand. "Thought he had me cornered. He charged, wand out, started the incantation for the killing curse, but I just blasted the poor bastard in the chest. He met the wall. You ever see a man spit up blood, Draco? It's can be a pretty sight."

"What the hell are you blabbering about, Potter?" Draco seemed a little uncomfortable to Harry.

"I put my little switchblade to his neck as he lied there. He begged me not to kill him, said he was brainwashed by the dark lord. Well, I left my compassion at home that day." Harry paused instinctively, as if building tension. "I cut the fuckers throat and watched him bleed."

Draco just stared at him.

"That man was your father, Draco."

Draco underwent a look of horror. He stuttered and struggled for both words and air.

"I must say I was ashamed, Draco. I thought Malfoys had a fighting spirit. Your old man didn't even scratch me. Such a shame. And don't get me started on the lackeys. They couldn't fight to save-"

"Go to hell!" Draco sputtered before rushing Harry. Harry sidestepped and easily avoided Draco's blow.

"Unless you somehow surpassed Voldemort's power overnight, I would advise against it," Harry mocked.

Draco, breathing heavily, removed his wand. "Cru-"

Harry was on top of him immediately. He punched Draco in the nose, busting it open, and slammed his head against a wall. Draco slumped, unconscious, on the wall. Harry was livid. The bastard had tried to use an unforgivable,--in Hogwarts no less. He grabbed Draco by the jugular and lifted his sedated body off the ground.

"Reinnervate!" Harry yelled. Draco awoke, choking because of the death grip on his throat. A forearm to the jaw sent Draco hard against the cold, concrete wall. He managed to maintain consciousness despite an obviously broken jaw. A series of kicks to the face remedied this, however, and Draco Malfoy once again descended into unconsciousness.

Hermione saw everything from the classroom, which Harry had magically locked. She stood in both awe and horror for a few moments, before snapping back into reality and breaking the lock and running out of the classroom. "No, no Harry! No!" she screamed. Harry wasn't listening. He revived Draco again, then smashed his face against the wall. Blood smeared with mucus to make a murky brown color on the wall.

Hermione, still in nothing but her skimpies, ran over to her discarded clothing and grabbed her wand. She pointed at Harry and fired a disarming curse. It Harry in the back, but nothing happened. He continued to beat Draco.

Still unconscious, Draco was flung across the ground. He slid for a few seconds before grinding to a halt. The last remaining Malfoy was bleeding heavily from multiple gashes in his skin, his jaw, his nose, his neck and espically from his forehead. Harry wasn't done with him yet, but Hermione jumped on his back, grounding him back in reality.

"Harry no! It's just not worth it. Don't kill him please! Just stop," she begged.

"He deserves it, Herm, but I won't kill him. Calm down." Harry aimed his wand at Draco and cast a healing spell. Draco stopped bleeding and went back to normal. Hermione was obviously relieved. Sure, she hated Draco, but she didn't want him dead. This was a little too much to handle.

As Hermione went to grab her clothes, Harry crawled to Draco, who was still out cold. "You make sure you thank her. You thank her for your life when you come to, you sniveling bastard. I wasn't going to show you any mercy here. If not for her… you'd be on a one-way ticket to the devil by now. You're one lucky bastard. You hear me?" Harry began to twitch a little. He grabbed Draco by the throat again. "I swear, you dirty bastard. One more mudblood comment-one more weasel comment, and you're dead. You are dead. And I swear it. Don't let me hear it ever again." He let go of Draco and strolled over to Hermione. She was finished dressing, but was staring at the ground.

"Hermione… dear…" He began helplessly. He knew he had fucked up. He shouldn't have lost it like that but he just couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't stand people like Draco. The fact that obvious death eater sympathizers were alive and well in Hogwarts made him cringe. Harry thought that after the war, everything would go to how it should be.

Harry just stared at Hermione helplessly. He didn't know what to say or do. He never wanted to see this side of him: the killer instinct. She didn't really know what had actually happened in the Great War, but he suspected the clever brunette was beginning to understand it wasn't all heroics and valiance. Harry wasn't sure how long it would take for before he broke down and told her everything.

"Harry, don't worry, okay? You just snapped. Don't apologize. Just-I don't want to see that again, really. My goodness," she wiped a bit of sweat of her forehead. "Look, you know that I truly love you. No matter what, I love you, Forget the past," she wrapped him in a loving embrace.

He stared into her eyes and started to sob. She started to cry, too. The two were truly happy, and Harry was relieved as he'd ever been. For a second he thought she run from him, afraid. He sighed and held her close as tears streamed down his face. He wanted to kiss her, but he just couldn't move. He sighed again.

"Well, let's get out of here before he stirs," Hermione said of Draco. "How are we going to get to Hogsmeade, anyway? We can still make the train."

"No. Just hold on tight, okay?" she gripped his waist, unsure of what was about to happen. Harry clutched his wand hard in one hand, the other crushing against her back.

"Hold on tight!" he yelled. There was a loud crack. All the wind fell from Harry's body, and the duo was transported to a small, black room. It seemed like a closet. Harry collapsed and wheezed. Hermione was quite fine.

But Harry-what, how? That wasn't a portkey, but how? You can't apparate in Hogwarts."

"No… my dear… lady," Harry was breathing almost ruggedly. It sounded like he had a heart attack. And for all intents and purposes, it felt like he had one. "You can't… McGonagall can't… no one can… but me."

His breathing was slowly coming back to normal. "You see, my love… I'm not an ordinary wizard. Things that have never been done before, I do. Things that have never been tried before, I try. If you know that I don't die when hit with the killing curse, what would stop me from apparating through Hogwarts? It just hurts like hell…"

"Hmmm… I guess that does make sense," Hermione said. Harry opened the closet door, and the two tumbled out.

Harry led her through a few doors into a tiny, candlelit room with a table for two. Beautiful carvings of fantastical creatures and gothic paintings beautified the room. The walls were a slate grey with intricate designs leaving no inch of wall uncovered. For a lack of better words it was majestic.

"Recognize it?" Harry smirked.

"Oh Harry! You've taken me here before. I remember this was the time we… oh, yes." The two had dined here about two weeks ago, and, needless to say, things got a bit passionate. After ordering the appetizer and a bottle of wine, Harry began to get a little randy and blocked the whole section off before the waiter could even take their entrée order. It was one of the most passionate affairs the two had had, lasting for almost three hours.

"Well, no better place for your birthday, right?"

She smiled and took his hand. It was about 11:00 A.M. now. Today was going to be one hell of a day…

Shitty cliffish hanger, I know. I know its been a long fucking time since I updated. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

I promise the next chapter will be out within a month, hopefully 2 weeks, but usually my promises don't mean shit.

Hope you liked my fun/nasty/vulgar story so far. Yes I know, the characters are OOC. It's FANON. I chose to do that. Please don't give me a crappy review because you don't think Hermione would act like that. It's the way it is.

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