I woke up to screams from the Head Girl, that Mudblood Granger. As her room is situated across our shared common room from mine her screams were clearly heard.
"HARRY NO! NO, PLEASE! I DON'T WANT THIS!" She sobbed.
"Hermione, Hermione, if you hadn't been such a tease I wouldn't have to do this." The voice, Potter, said calmly.
Even though I was raised by Lucius, a heartless bastard, I do still have a conscience. The Mudblood let out another bloodcurdling scream of, "NO!" At this point I had a pretty good idea of what 'Goody-two-shoes' Potter was about to or already doing, and even with it being a Mudblood I am saving it would at least be quiet and I could get back to sleep.
I ran into Granger's room and my first thought was bloody hell! Not in a bad way either. Hermione was fully undressed and though I am avidly against her type, I am still seventeen and a boy.
"Good God Potter! Can't get a girl so you have to force her? Wow, I would have thought that the-boy-who-lived would have at least a few willing sluts to satisfy himself."
"Stay out of this Malfoy," Harry warned through his teeth, "this is between Hermione and me."
"Obviously, so I suppose I shall be going," I feigned walking to the door, and then I whirled around, "STUPIFY!" I shouted. Potter was knocked into the bookshelf in Granger's room and was unconscious. Bonus! I thought to myself. I looked over at the bushy-haired Gryffindor who had tears streaming down her face and was looking at me with the deer-in-the-headlights look. I sighed, leaned down and wrapped her in a bundle of her blankets and picked her up. All of this trouble for a Mudblood. I looked down at her and noticed she was unconscious, so I picked up the pace to the medical wing.
This is just the beginning of this story, sorry for the slow start but in my defense this is the first fanfiction/story I've ever written for Dramione and I needed a basis to start the stories on. Tell me what you thought, It's okay I like feedback even if negative, Review! :)
-Jourdan