Draco L. Malfoy was seated on a black leather couch next to destroying fire in the fireplace before him. The dark green walls and the stone floors didn't bother the Slytherin. He was used to the dark and the cold. Everyone ignored the elegance of it all. The upcoming winter ball had cause chatter amongst the elder students. It was as loud as he would allow it to be. Being Slytherin Prince has its advantages you see. He drowned the entire nose out. He had gotten good at that living with his father for 18 years. But he had only one thought on his mind … her. He hated her, he loathed her. She was everything he couldn't have, he wanted to destroy her. That mind, that body, he wanted it gone. Many people would call it an obsession. But not to Draco L. Malfoy, no, it was sweeter than any feeling. A feeling that could control and drive one person to the limits. One simple word that could do the most damage. Revenge.
Earlier in the year
when they first got onto the train of Hogwarts express…
"Malfoy, McGonagall wants to see us." She said with a sneer.
Everything that had happened last year had caused more hate towards the other houses. McGonagall was made Headmistress because they couldn't shut down the school. The young wizards and witches needed to learn to protect themselves. Draco was forced to go back to the school by his mother. Draco didn't even bother to re-ort. He started following her to the Head's compartment. There had been a much tighter security on the school more than ever. Guards stationed every corridor, and the school had been locked tight. No more visits to Hogsmeade they said. Slowly he glanced up.
They were in the Head's compartment. It was bigger than the rest of the compartments and it had luxurious couches made of red velvet. But, no McGonagall. He glanced at the girl he had followed in. She had become as gorgeous as anything. Her hair ended at the small of her back and it had small curls throughout the straightened hair. Her hazel eyes were enhanced by her black eyeliner. She smirked while pushing him onto the couch and straddled him and started kissing his neck. His eyes widen and he tried to push her off.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" he yelled.
She smiled again at him and kissed him hard on the lips. Being the man that he was he kissed her back just as passionately. Without realizing it, she lifted up his shirt and kissed his firm 6-pack. She went back up to his face and kissed him hard again. Draco didn't complain anymore after that. Who would've thought, his mind said. Slowly she got up off him and pulled her hair back into a sloppy bun and pulled her robes over her womanly curves. She walked out of the compartment door silently, smirking.
Draco looked around and realized that he was still on the couch in utter shock. He looked up and saw that he was tethered to the couch. His eyes widened even more if possible, his pants were at his ankles and his shirt was ripped off. She walked down the corridor still smirking. A sound caught her ears, and she smiled even more.
"GRANGER!" could be heard throughout the train.