Draco walked into his new common room

A/N: Hay, everyone. I haven't written in forever. All my other stories are on a different account, but I feel as if I'm a better writer now, and I don't want my old stuff dragging me down, you know? If you want a link to my old account, check out my profile. What should I say about this story? It's one of my billions of ideas that I thought was worth writing down. The summary is misleading, since there's a secret that the story is mostly about. And uhh Jaime is based on a girl at my school, who was just about the opposite attitude as her. Hopefully she'll never read this though. So read, then leave me a review!

Draco walked into his new common room. He couldn't believe he had to share this with Mudblood Granger. He should have figured that she'd make Head Girl, but he honestly never thought about it.

It was a pretty 'common' common room. There was a red couch, with two green chairs on either side. A cedar table was places in the middle. All these features accented the fireplace, with a small roaring flame inside.

Draco was just walking to what he assumed was his room, since it had a plate with 'Head Boy' written on it, when he heard a small crash coming from the other bedroom, a few meters away. Then there was some yelling, sounded like it was coming from two voices, one male and one female.

A loud smacking sound was heard and was followed by the slam of a door. Draco saw Ron Weasley, outside the bedroom, with a large red mark on his cheek.

"What you do, Weasel?" Draco asked with smirk. "Try to get under her skirt?"

Ron's ear went red. "Fuck you, Malfoy." He said. He quickly left through the portrait on the other side of the room.

'Drama between the Golden Trio?' Draco thought. Living with Granger might be better than he thought.

He opened the door to his new bedroom and groaned. Everywhere was green and silver. Green and sliver rugs, green and silver bed sheets, green and silver drapes. Everything was green and silver. Just because he was Slithern, didn't mean green and silver were his favorite colors. Maybe he'd asked Snape if he was allowed to redecorate.

He noticed his trunk was beside his bag. With a wave of his wand, the trunk opened, and all his clothes flew to the wardrobe, which was also green and silver.

All of Draco's other possessions he brought with him to Hogwarts he unpacked himself. When everything was just perfect, he lied down on his new king sized bed, to contemplate his summer.

It was an okay summer. He had had better. He had met a Muggle girl near the beginning, and made a bet with his friend Blaise, that he could get in her pants by the end of the summer. The girl, Jaime, turned out to be a very Christian, and intended to wait until marriage. Unfortunately for her, she had never met the Malfoy charm.

-Flashback-

"C'mon, babe. This is my last night. Give me something to remember you by." Draco said as he tightened his arms around the small girl.

"I can't." she replied. "I'm waiting until I'm married you know that."

"Then let's get married."

"What?" A look a surprise ran across Jaime's face.

"You know I love you, babe. And I know you love me too. So let's do it, let's get married."

"But Draco, we're so young."

He smirked. "Not now. When we're done with school, and can get a place on our own. It'll be perfect. Just me and you, together, in love. What do you say?"

She smiled and leaned close to his face. "That sounds like everything I could ever wish for," she whispered, then pressed her lips against his lightly. Draco tugged the Muggle girl impossibly closer to him. His hands loosened around her waist, and slipped lightly under her shirt, bringing it up a little. Sparks lit where he touched her.

Jaime gasped and pushed him away. "Draco, no. We can't. We have to wait."

"But we're going to get married. What's so wrong about doing it now?"

"We have to wait. I'm not going to taint myself like that. God wants me to stay a virgin until marriage."

"How do I know we are going to get married though?"

"Because I love yo-"

"But what if you don't, months from now?" Draco interrupted. "We're not going to see each other until June. I'm going to be at boarding school for ten months. What if you find someone else? It took you two months to fall in love with me. How many will it take you to fall out of love?"

Draco gave his best sad, broken hearted face. Jaime looked the floor and sighed. "Fine," she said in a small voice. 'B-but you're a virgin too, right?"

He smiled. "Of course I am." He wrapped his arms around her waist again. "I'll get giving myself up to you as much as you're giving yourself up to me."

That seemed to calm her a bit. She shyly kissed him. Draco kissed her back harder. He slowly led her to the bed. When her knees hit the edge, he pushed her down…

…his kisses were fire on her skin, as they went lower and lower down her stomach. She arched into him. Finally he hit the top of her skirt. He looked up at her. She was staring at him with a strange look in her eye. He could see her lust, her want, but he could also see her sadness. He could see the tears forming in her eyes, but never falling. He could already see her regret.

She nodded to him, then closed her eyes and let her head fall. He slowly pulled her skirt down her legs, revealing her unsurprisingly unsexy white cotton panties…

… She finally let her tears fall as he pounded into her. She probably thought she could get away with blaming them on pain, but he knew better. Still, he continued to thrust into her as hard as he could until he was finished. She let out a cry of pain, which was muffled by the sound of Draco's grunt of release…

… "I have to go, babe, I'm sorry. My parents expect me to have one last family dinner before I leave." Draco said, putting on his Muggle pants.

"I-I understand," Jaime whimpered, pulling on her bra.

Draco put his hand on her face and turned it towards him. "I'd love to stay with you, I would. But I can't disappoint my parents."

She tried to turn away, but his hand kept her there.

"I love you, babe. Don't ever forget that."

A fresh set f tears formed in her eyes. "I love you too."

"I promise we'll get married as soon as I come back. Okay?"

"Okay."

"See you soon." Draco said, pulling on his jacket. He gave her one last kiss before exiting through her door.

-End Flashback-

Draco sighed at the memory. It wasn't a great fuck, but wasn't bad. She had been inexperienced, so did almost nothing. But she was tight and didn't complain about how rough he was.

Of course, many things he said to her were a lie. Draco never loved her. Malfoys didn't love. Love was a foolish emotion. Emotion was a sign of weakness. Malfoys never showed weakness.

Draco wasn't a virgin. He had lost his virginity at an early age. Wizards were immune to any STDs that Muggles could get, so she didn't have to worry about that.

Draco didn't plan to marry her when he got back from Hogwarts. For some reason he never understood, she had this obsession with marriage and abstinence. That was a lie just so she'd give it up. Stupid Muggle with her stupid Muggle ways.

Draco never regretted any of these lies, or taking her virginity. Why should he care about some Muggle? It's not like she was that pretty anyway. She had a red-orangish color that he'd never seen before. She was curvy, unlike the other Muggle girls who all looked like sticks. Her breasts were only about B cup, and she had a fairly firm bottom. Her body reminded him of Granger's.

Granger? He remembered the earlier incident. He'd have to bother her about it tomorrow, since it didn't seem like she'd be coming out of her room tonight. He took off his clothes except his boxers. He lied down, got under the covers, and slept a dreamful sleep.