Don't own them, Just escape through them.

"Hey, Harry!" Someone called out over all of the talk. He turned to see an absolutely stunning girl. She had long honey brown hair that had a few slight waves to it. He saw first, legs leading up to a tight dress that showed off bountiful curves within her frame, the maroon color complimenting her skin and eyes. Ron had noticed her as well and both boys stared in awe.
"Harry, Ron, are you okay?" She asked walking towards them.
"Who are you," Ron said his eyes at the same time traveling her body.
"Stop it!," she gasped smiling, "You guys, it's me – Her-,"
"-Mione!" They both said throwing up their hands smiling. She hugged both Harry and Ron and they stood and reminisced, spoke lightly of their summers, made fun of the freshmen, and waited for the train.

On the other side of the train station sat a tall, pale skinned, light haired, seemingly very unhappy boy. He sat miserably on a waiting bench, with a stoutly dark haired girl clinging to his arm going on about every little detail of her summer. His slender fingers quickly drummed the arm rest of the bench. She pulled at his white button down, "Do you even hear me?"
'GOD. Why won't she shut up!' He thought to himself. His face quickly sneered at her remark and he shrugged her off. He stood up smoothing his shirt and readjusting his trousers. His eyes traveled the station looking for any fresh meat and his eyes finally came to rest on the Goddess talking to Potter and Weasel-Bee. She dressed entirely too well to be a Hogwarts student.
"Hey Pansy, why don't you go get me a drink or something," he said shaking her loose.
"Ok Draco dear," She said seductively, standing up and kissing his cheek. He only sneered and walked away.

She felt someone's arms go around her waist. She quickly turned and pushed the person away.
'Malfoy…what in the world has gotten into him?' She wondered to herself.

"I don't believe I've seen you here before, are you new?" He asked in a husky voice. She was completely taken back by his sudden interest in her, so interested that she surprised even herself with the burning desire to carry such a lie out for as far as possible to see what would be his demise and public humiliation. But it was him, he who's arrogant and snotty attitude made his whole person ugly, the only person she's ever truly avoided, but there was something about that snotty attitude that drove a searing urge in the pit of her stomach to want him.

"Umm… Really? I've seen you, every year I've been here, and while you're wildly and astonishingly gorgeous, your poor attitude and lethargic outlook on life and others around you makes even your shiny blonde hair dull in comparison. Besides, I do believe you've seen this mudblood around," She retorted, taking pride in her strong comeback. Upon finishing her sentence she raised her eyebrows slightly and cocked her head to the side waiting for a response.

"Granger!" He yelled out, stumbling back and staring in shock, The Goddess before him was A Granger! The train roared into the station "All Aboard!" A young man yelled out. Hermione shoved Harry, Ron, and her trunk up to the platform until they found their own legs and began to walk. The young man working aboard the train took her trunk and put it in the back with the others as he did with Harry's and Ron's trunks. She grabbed both of their hands and quickly rushed them into an empty compartment towards the back of the train where hardly any one went.

She closed the glass compartment and the curtains around it.
"Harry, Ron, what was that? Why didn't you guys do anything!" she hissed.
"Sorry, we just didn't know that he would ever do something like that to you." Ron said.
"It was just too much of a shock," Harry continued.
"Geez, thanks guys.. You know I thought I improved but I guess I'm just still as ugly as before!" She said.
"You know that's not what we meant and besides, what was with you? You didn't yell out any spell that would mortify him! That's not like you Hermione!" Ron said laughing. She smiled at the both of them. They continued to talk about their summers in the cart, but, surprisingly they ran short, Ron had fallen asleep, and Harry had moved over to Hermione's side so Ron would quit kicking him. Hermione rested her head on his shoulder.
"Harry, would it be weird, you know if I started dating.. do you think it'd be awkward for you and Ron?" Hermione sighed. Harry was taken aback by what she had said, "Hermione, you have become absolutely stunning, Ron and I are very fortunate to be friends with you, and no matter how intolerable whoever you choose may be, Ron and I will always accept you for who you are, even if this guy was a total douche." Harry said. "Thanks Harry." She laughed. At some point or another due to lack of conversation, Hermione fell asleep, leaving him in his own thoughts.

He looked down at her sleeping form. She was beautiful this year, no more bushy hair, soft, sleek, shiny hair, and she did not act as smartly arrogant either. Like she did not read anything new all summer. He continued to gaze out of the window. Ron stirred and started mumbling something about how hot Hermione was this year. Harry snickered at realizing his friend's secret affections for her. Draco slammed the door open, causing Ron to fall off the cushioned seat he was in and onto the floor, as Harry just snapped his head towards the door.
"Malfoy, what do you want?" Harry asked. Surprisingly Hermione slept through a lot of what was happening. Harry had his arm around her shoulders to keep her steady so she wouldn't wake up and see Draco.

"What in the bloody…," Ron started half awake. His drowsy vision fell onto Draco and he immediately jumped up and pulled out a broken wand from his second year.

"Still haven't gotten a new wand I see Weasely," He said smirking.

"Shut up Malfoy, we can't all be rich and prance around carrying man purses now can we?" Ron said referring to the bag he had slung over his shoulder to carry his books. Draco, furious, reached down and grabbed Hermione's arm snatching her up and awaking her.
"What's going on?" She said glancing from Ron, to Harry, to Draco.
"Let me go!" She yelled out stomping on his foot with her heels. Unfortunately enough they didn't penetrate the thick leather of his boots. This activity only furthered his smirking ability. His grip tightened around her arm and she curled into him putting her free hand on his chest wincing against him.
Harry stood up, "Let Hermione go!" He yelled out, pulling his wand out of his back pocket.

(Author here: I'm goanna start making up my own spells D)

"We're warning you Malfoy, let her go," Ron spoke up. Draco's grip moved from her arm to her waist he pulled her closer to him. No one seemed to notice how she started to move her hand to her back pocket and snatched out her wand. She grabbed his wrist and threw herself from his grip.
"Very clever Granger, I see you haven't lost you're touch." Draco said smirking at her. At a snap of his fingers, their wands dropped to the floor, Draco grabbed her wrist and pulled her from the compartment and into another, inhabited by first years that he viciously made leave.
"Get out." He said shoving her into the window. He looked to the two first years who stared at him with wide eyes, terrified of the legend standing before them, petrified with wonder.
"You heard me, go on then, get out!" He snarled at them. He pulled one up by his shirt and pushed him out and the other scrambled to follow after him. Chills ran up her spine as his eyes traveled slowly down her body. She crossed her arms over her chest regretting the dress decision immediately.
"I know you want me," He said moving closer to her trapping her between his arms.
"Why would you ever think that, obviously you thought I was joking earlier when I said you were a snake!" She said placing her hands against his chest trying to push him away.
"You didn't mean that, just like you don't mean to push me away right now. It's just your first instinct to not let people into your personal space. But you wouldn't have worn that dress without subconsciously knowing that every guy in their right mind would check you out in it." He whispered moving his face down to hers, lower even, to her neck. She stiffened beneath him, her breathing labored heavily, her thighs tightened together and she quit struggling. He smiled against the soft skin on her shoulders, "and I have you, just.. like.. that," he said between kisses on her neck and cheek.
is this real… like seriously real right now? I kinda want it… but I know its wrong… definitely wrong. But he's just so tempting She tried various times to remind herself of every vile and disgusting thing he's ever said to her, but she couldn't. She was temporarily dumbfounded by Draco Malfoy.
"H-How do you know?" She stammered out. He took her chin into his grip and turned her eyes to his, "Because, you just shut down, not to mention you let me kiss your neck, and your thighs pulled together in a sense of passion. You want me Hermione Anne Granger." His icy blue eyes pierced hers leaving her speechless. Her eyes widened at hearing her name come from between his lips.
"And now, I'm going to leave. Good day, Mudblood." He turned and exited the compartment.
Attention Students, Attention Students, please change into your robes, as we will be arriving shortly.

She slipped out of the compartment moments later and back into hers.
"What happened!" Harry stood up, along with Ronald.
"I-, I'm not sure…," She said. Her cheeks were flushed her hair slightly a mess, and her eyes were glossy. She pushed through the crowds, taking notice to the sign on the dressing room doors, it read:

Dressing Schedule for Hogwarts has been

CANCELED

Please dress in your normal attire but put On House Robe.

Thank You,

Headmaster

Thankfully, she resorted to a somewhat still smarty-pants style. Her girly touch still remained as tan slender legs ran up into a pleated blue skirt that complemented her blouse with pink and white lines across the bottom. Her pale pink blouse tucked into her skirt was somewhat concealed by a fitted blazer with the Gryffindor logo sewn into the left breast pocket. Her honey hair fell down her back in waves. She walked out and straight into someone knocking both of their clothes to the floor.
"Wow, I can be such a ditz," She said laughing sardonically. She dropped down to her knees and picked up their clothes. "Here, Sorry about that, I -," She stopped looking up to see who her offender was. Non other than Draco stood before her, "You'd better be sorry you little mudblood. Don't let it happen again. Actually that position suits you, as I imagine you'll spend half your life on your knees, or your back." He sneered shoving past her continuing to his compartment. Crabbe and Goyle snickered at his remark. Talk about your mood swings. He could be so mercurial sometimes it was ridiculous.

'What's wrong with me? she's a mudblood! And a Gryffindor!
'falling, are we? Hmm.. you know she's not that bad, after this houses won't even matter any more. You'll probably be wishing you were a lot nicer to her..'
'No, I refuse to fall in love with that, that thing! Besides, she's just entertainment for the time being. Just to prove to everyone I can have whoever whenever I want. '
'When you finally do get up the courage to ask her on a date, she'll hate you because you're always such an obnoxious dick.'
'Ask her out? Whoa buddy, getting a little ahead of yourself, I've got plenty of Slytherin girls that love me, I don't need some Gryffindor! Why don't you just go away now and admire her.'
'If I admire her, so do you, Again with this house crap? Like I said, after you graduate not a thing of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, or Hufflepuff will matter… Maybe with what job you choose, but nothing else. Your pride is getting in the way… but I can't say I blame you, you've a lot to be proud of, just don't get so high you plummet when you fall.'

In such deep thought, he had not even realized that he had made it back to his compartment, or that Parkinson was standing inches away from his face trying to snap him back into reality.

Chp 3

"Everyone, if you'll look out of your windows, you will see that we are no less than five minutes from the entrance to Hogwarts School Grounds, would you please gather all items you have with you and be prepared to leave, that is all," The driver announced over the intercom. Draco stood up and opened the compartment door; she was outside of it. He admired her she was beautiful, funny, intelligent, and a Gryffindor, something he despised.

Her goonies were with her of course, and they continued right on by as if he were not even there. He continued in with the crowd grabbing his luggage, and being a gentleman, took Parkinson's as well. They rode in a carriage together, listening to her babble about her dreary summer filled with other men, and tea parties for the rich. They made their way down to the common room and their separate ways, he to unpack, and she to brag about having him on her arm to all the other wanted girls.

"Blaise! My good man, how was your summer," Malfoy smiled to his colored friend.
"Drake! You know man, just coolin it, keepin it real," He said they shook hands and brought it in to a one handed pat on the back.
"What about you, any new ass?" He continued. Draco smiled at the many different girls he had courted over the summer, at the many stories he would be able to tell, probably have some common ground between him and Blaise. They began unpacking sharing stories of different girls, and before long it was eight o'clock and time for the grand feast where first years would be separated into houses, and schedule announcements would be made.
"Hey Trae, wana sit with me?" Blaise called out to a young girl. She was dark skinned. They were among the few other races at Hogwarts. Her hair was short, like a pixie framing her face. She was beautiful, very confident, and very nonchalant; not to mention curvaceous. She was perfect for him, but Blaise was young, and hell, downright sexy as malfoy himself, 'perfect' didn't matter. Just meant he wouldn't try her up the first few nights like he were to every other girl.

'I think we're on to something… perfect… five nights, not trying her up…,'