Secrets from the Dark Lord

"Confusion in Potions"

Hermione Granger was a perfectionist. There was no way around that. And because her morals (good grades, polite behavior, always obeying teachers, being the best that she can be, working for a great future) essentially governed her life, there was no way, absolutely no way, that she could be falling for the selfish, loose, and disgustingly rich Draco Malfoy. Not now, in her final year at Hogwarts, would she let anything get in the way of her and her future. (This is taking place instead of the 6th book).

* This story is rated "M" (Mature) for later chapters, where there will be elements of high school life, such as: adult scenes, depression, anxiety, and foul language.

It all started one day in Potions class. Professor Snape was ranting about N.E.W.T's and how nobody in the class would pass if they kept their grades the way they were on the O.W.L's (he failed to exclude Hermione from this speech because he never gave her credit for being at the top of his class). Hermione zoned out of the lesson and started staring at the rather sculpted-looking shoulder blades of the boy sitting in front of her. He had very toned muscles; they weren't too big, but still very noticeable, and very attractive. Her eyes roamed up from his shoulder blades and came to rest on his hair. Striking blonde hair sprouted in messy tufts from his head. DRACO MALFOY! Hermione mentally slapped herself, having realized who this was! Simultaneously, a pencil slipped off the desk in front of her, and as the boy turned around to pick up his pencil, Hermione's eyes continued to bulge in horror and disgust. She had just been thinking lustfully about Draco Malfoy! His body may be beautiful, but she had heard tons of rumors about all of the women who had touched his sculpted body. Not only that, but Draco had made Hermione's first six years at Hogwarts Hell due to his constant nagging and teasing about being a muggle born. He had only stopped this year because Gryffindors had hexed him too many times in the corridors for it to be worth it anymore. Draco reached and grabbed his pencil, and as he brought himself up again noticed Hermione staring at him in horror and disgust.

"I haven't even called you anything today," Draco stabbed with defensive reproach.

Hermione snapped out of her shock and threw back at his remark, "I should thank you, but you should never have in the first place, and it's not like you aren't thinking of calling me a Mudblood right now!"

"You don't even understand…" Draco said softly, in a said and broken voice. Hermione's eyes softened, but her face kept its defensive shape. Her eyebrows lifted in a confused manner.

"What?" she questioned.

"Nothing," Draco replied.