Don't Look Back... Something Might Be Gaining

Prologue:

"Sometimes I think I know the answer to everything...Then I regain consciousness."

Malfoy´s conscious mind once again grew dominant over the current dreamlike state it had occupied just as it had done for the past nineteen years of his life at varying times of the day or night. In this case however, it appeared to be early morning.

He caught the last remnants of said dream, before they flickered into non-existence. A pair of shocked brown eyes and his face buried into the crook of a neck bordered by brown curls.

Without orders his arm tightened its hold on a firm, bare stomach.

`Who´d I fuck this time?´

His hand began to roam, gently exploring the stomach.

`At least the bodies good´

Softly and at a steady rate his foolish fingers began to wander dangerously higher up under the hem of the cotton top...

His eyes shot open as he felt the bed disappear from under him.

He looked up from his newly acquired position on the floor to find himself staring up at the one person he despised more than Potter and Weasly....Granger.

Hermione Granger

His father was going to kill him.

She seemed less dazed as her mud brown eyes began to blurringly take in her surroundings.

He could tell the moment reality registered in her mind when those three useful and powerful words left her mouth to let him know everything she felt at that moment.

"Oh God, no..."

The words spoke volumes.

Along with the full Royal marching band insisting on playing inside his head and a fuzzy numbness to his tongue, a series of memories began to flash through his befuddled brain. Memories of the previous day. Graduating from Howarts. Going drinking -*cough*- that is celebrating, with Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle to celebrate. The three of them wandering down `Knock Turn´ alley, half plastered. Playing truth or dare. Blaise daring him to go get a few drinks from a muggle pub. A girl at the pub offering to buy him a drink. Different girl, same offer. Again. Again. Next girl... no first girl...

That was as far as his memory got before going onto a continuous loop of females.

"Where the hell am I?" He managed to squeeze the question out from his parched, dry lips. Where ever he was it had to be in the magical community because he heard a soft, wheezing and screechy voice come from the mirror saying: "You´re in the `Leaky Cauldron´ dear."

Still, lying on the floor he saw the two feet touch the ground and his eyes followed the motion of the hand that was in the process of reaching down to pick up the pair of blue denim jeans lying on the lonely bare hardwood floor.

Hermione stood up, quickly pulling up the jeans and was in the process of zipping it up when the voice that she dreaded most could be heard from the other side of the bed.

"I´m only gonna ask once Granger. What the hell happened last night?"

She didn´t even bother to look up to face him, opting instead to hunt for her shoes.

Looking under the bed she found her left boot and...her bra.

Seeing her mini-backpack lying next to the door she quickly walked over to it and shoved her the black piece of fabric inside.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Malfoy stand up. She noticed her other boot lying under the window. Blending in with the small shadowed area capable of escaping the dark she almost couldn´t spot it. She walked over and picked it up. Now all she had to do was find her g-string and she could leave.

She was standing on one foot trying to put on the boot, when she heard the shout.

"I said, what the FUCK happened here Mudblood!!"

If there was one thing a Malfoy did not tolerate, it was being ignored. Especially by a mudblood bitch.

He´d already lost control and could fell his breathing rate increase, synchronous with his heart beats. He knew he was beginning to panic and had to calm down. He wanted answers and he was going to get them.

"Figure it out." Then, not even bothering to face him Hermoine headed for the door. Forget the underwear she needed to get out of this place.

Seeing what she was doing, Malfoy didn´t hesitate to grab her backpack from its position on the bed where Hermione had left it to retrieve her boot.

Hermione followed the bags position to the stopping point of shoulder length off Malfoy´s right side. Trying to find a way out of the situation Hermione´s watch blurred past the bag. It was then that she noticed the bedpost behind it.

`Dear God. Please don´t let him turn around!´

Seeing her gaze on what he thought was the bag, Malfoy did not notice that the true object of her shocked stare was the missing black, red-trimmed g-string that hung on the bedpost just behind his head.

Believing himself to have regained a little of the control he´d lost with the level his blood-alcohol concentration he had achieved the previous evening, he continued his interrogation.

"What happened Granger?"

Hermione looked into the icy blue eyes glaring at her over a perfectly formed nose and clenched teeth. As she heard the convicts of his words escape in a hiss her mind was still straining for a way out.

"Are you deaf mudblood!? I said -"

"I don´t know! I was drunk! And would you please put on some pants!"

Malfoy looked down giving Hermione the chance she´d being hoping for. Using the reflexes -developed by having Ron steal her book bag almost daily- she snatched away her bag and turned to leave.

Malfoy, feeling flustered by her observations paused in the drawing up of his pants to mutter, loud enough to touch Hermione´s ears.

"Mudblood whore..."

Hermione turned, facing him with the same venom he had used on her only hinged with a slight hinge of defensiveness.

"I am not a whore! Before last night I´ve never eve-"

Hermione stopped because she not only realized the enormity of her actions the previous night, but that she had just revealed that information to her once clueless enemy.

"Never what Granger? Had sex? Fucked?" A malicious smirk adorned his arrogant face. "Were you a virgin Hermione?"

Draco knew he should be feeling filthy at touching her but he couldn´t help but believe it to have been worthwhile, if only to see the morbid horror on her face and to hold the knowledge that he had managed to hurt her more than even he had thought possible.

She could feel her eyes burning with the stinging struggle to hold back the tears that were warring to escape her eyes. She grabbed the rounded brass doorknob and swung the door open with enough force and rage to silence the prominent squeak that had been hiding in wait to be given a chance to make itself known. She swore over her shoulder, refusing to let the arrogant prat have the last word. "Screw you Malfoy!"

"Was it that good?"

Hermione slammed the door shut and not wanting to risk being seen by any of the people downstairs apparated to the safe comfort of her bedroom in her parents home.

Turning to try and find his shirt Malfoy came eye level to the bedpost for the first time that morning and greeting his vision was a black, red trim g-string panties. "Well," he said with a shrug, "trophy´s a trophy."