Overcoming Differences
**A/N: J.K. Rowling is the soul owner of everything Harry Potter; its original plot, characters and ending. I own nothing in this story except the plot and its twists and turns and even that had help. Before we start the story I want to thank a few people, first and foremost Aaron Mercer without whom this story wouldn't even be possible. He and I have been brainstorming and role-playing this story for months now. Second is my beta, savedprincess85. Last but never least is my most wonderful friend Arendora, she always has just the right words.**
Chapter 1 The EncounterThe sound of crickets filled the air of Hogwarts as in an inconspicuous classroom in the corner of the dungeons, fourth-year Draco Malfoy who waited with a sour look on his face, thinking about what he had to do. He knew it would hurt her, but if he didn't follow through with the plan he would feel the wrath of hell. He slipped an anonymous note into her Potions cauldron, telling her to meet him. His note was slipped in the cauldron the same day she got another note informing her that her father's office has been bought out.
Hermione sat in the Great Hall with her friends that morning laughing and joking while they ate before double potions with Slytherin. She finished eating early as usual and decided to head down to the potions classroom early to study the material for the day and set up her station. Upon her arrival to the empty Potions classroom, she grabbed her pewter cauldron and noticed the note in the bottom.
"What's this?" She muttered to herself.
Hermione took the note and her cauldron to her seat, sitting down before reading it. She had a very bad feeling about the note. She unfolded the piece of parchment with shaking hands as the sinking feeling only got worse as she saw the handwriting on the parchment. As she read the note, tears began to sting her eyes, unsure of what to do in the situation she now found herself. She was brave, but she wasn't sure she was brave enough.
"I heard your daddy's dental practice might go out of business, if you wanna go and save it then come to the third floor, last classroom at the end of the hall at midnight. Come alone or risk your daddy's early termination."
Hermione decided she absolutely had to save her father's business. She would move hell to keep her father's practice from failing. He'd worked so hard for so long to build it up and keep it out of debt. She knew things had gotten hard, but not this hard. She couldn't imagine him selling his life's work unless he was forced to. But who in the magical world would know about her dad's practice? That was what worried her the most. It almost felt like blackmail.
Later that night, despite her better judgement, she ended up on the third floor, alone, in the last classroom on the floor. She sat down at a desk her heart thrumming in her ears, her body trembling and her wand in hand, at the ready. And she waited.
Using an invisibility potion that he had snagged while shopping with his father, Draco smirked as he watched Granger enter his keep. He pulled out his wand and cast a muffled spell to lock the door before the potion wore off. He walked from the back of the classroom towards the witch in front of him and whispered in her ear, "Glad you could make it."
Hermione jumped, startled by the sound of his voice. She turned to face him a frightened look on her face.
"Malfoy!?" She shouted at him as she spun around, her wand now pointed directly at his chest. She began to back away from him, trying to keep distance between them. Knowing the situation was worse than it seemed now that he was involved.
"Aww, not happy to see me? I thought you would be happy that I'm giving your daddy a chance to keep his business. Just put away your wand, and I can tell you what I want." Draco replied with a small smirk with his hands raised non-threateningly.
"If you think for one second I'm putting my wand away and leaving myself open for you to attack me, you've lost your mind, Malfoy!" Hermione yelled preparing to fire a spell at any moment, her face twisting into anger. "Just tell me what you've got to tell me!"
"My father owns your father's dental practice. He controls whether your father will continue to fix teeth. You will do what I tell you to do, or you can say goodbye to your father, not only will he lose his job, but he may lose his life." He said simply and calmly as his arms began coming down, but his smirk stayed.
Hermione stared at him a moment, then lowered her wand, narrowing her eyes at him. "Why in Merlin's name would Lucius fucking Malfoy want to own a muggle's dentist office!?" She asked loudly, not daring to take her wand off of Draco, her eyes didn't leave his as she waited for him to answer. Her heart pounded harder in her ears.
"I did it because I can, Miss Granger, and for the free dental work. It's the only thing you muggles are good for," Lucius Malfoy answered sarcastically from the corner he had been standing in, an arrogant sneer lining his perfectly sculpted face, a cold tension increased as he stepped out of the shadows. "Did you believe I was doing this out of spite and leverage against you and your Golden Boy, you stupid girl I have other obligations to fulfill. You are not that important."
Hermione's eyes widened as she heard his voice. Her head snapped in the direction of the sound, her face horror stricken. "Mr. Malfoy? How did you? How are you in Hogwarts at this time of night?" She asked her voice panicked and her breathing erratic. She very nearly collapsed, her knees going weak, from fear of the man before her.
Lucius held his stone face as he leaned against the far wall with his hands toying with his wand as he responded: "My business here at the school doesn't concern you girl, all you need to know is I decided I would stay in order to make sure my incompetent son was executing my plan to my satisfaction." He paused, and pointed his wand at her and said, "Expelliarmus!"
Hermione shrieked as her wand shot out of her hand and halfway across the room into Lucius's hand. Draco took that opportunity and grabbed her arm to pin the girl against the wall, twisting it behind her back. Hermione screamed and she began to struggle hard against the taller, muscular young man who had her tightly pinned to the wall. Fear overwhelmed her, she knew that she would feel pain before the night was out.
"Let go of me! Malfoy, stop you're hurting me!" She screamed as he dug his fingers into her upper arms.
She was significantly smaller than both men in the room, and without a wand, she knew she couldn't fight them began streaking down her face. She fought Draco as hard as she could, but it was futile. He was too strong for her.
"I will be back soon, try not to hurt her," Lucius paused, "too much. She's imperative to the plan." The elder Malfoy said, he gave Draco her wand and left the room, casting a muffled spell to lock the door behind him.
"Plan? Malfoy, What plan!?" Hermione shouted as a panicked frustration began to rise within her.
Draco turned her around roughly and looked deep into her chocolate brown eyes, "You will do what I say from now on, or this could go bad for all of us." he said as he gripped her chin tightly.
"Draco, please stop," She whimpered in a soft, shaky, terrified voice as she watched him over her shoulder.
"No, You belong to me. No one else. Now strip." He said in an unusually rough voice as he pulled off her robe and throwing it aside with ease before pulling out his own wand and saying "Don't make me do something I'll regret. Do you know how to occlude your mind? That is key to this working without me having to rape you," He ended in a whisper.
"Yes, I have been practicing since first year when Dumbledore entered my mind without my consent. Why do you have to do this?" She sobbed, as she slipped her vest over her head. "I can't... Please..." She continued to beg as she stared at the wall. Her fingers were now shakily working on the buttons of her white cotton shirt.
"Yes, you can, Mudblood! Shut your filthy mouth and strip Granger!" He yelled as his eyes seemed deranged with his wand at the ready with his free hand rubbing his inner thigh. He continued in a whisper, "I need to put certain images in your mind of me raping you. But I don't really want too. I," he paused, looking her in the eyes, "I care about you. You aren't your blood. But my father and fucking Snape will be looking for certain things to have happened. It is easier to occlude and push the images forward if they are already there. Thus, why I was yelling at you and treating you the way I was. Do you understand?"
She whispered, "I understand. I can occlude. Draco, what do you mean you care about me? What do you need to do? I'm not sure I'm ready for this." She couldn't help the tears from continuing to fall.
Draco nodded, "I need you to play along. And when you feel Snape using legilimency, push those thoughts forward. I'm sorry that I can't protect you from losing your virginity to me. I know I'm the last person you want to do this with."
"No! For Merlin's sake No!" She screamed as she began to pound on the door, playing along, but scared just the same. She whispered, "It's ok Draco. I...I like you too."
Draco sat on the teacher desk with a smirk as he watched the smart mouth Gryffindor squirm.
"Malfoy, please! Let me go! Please, I'm a..." She started as her face started to color with a beautiful crimson.
"Virgin? Couldn't have guessed." He replied sarcastically as he walked towards her. Once close enough, he began unbuttoning his shirt as he continued "You don't deserve to be in that den of idiots. Maybe Potter excluded, I may hate him but I do have an eye for talent. The bastard should've joined me when we first met. I wouldn't have had a reason to ally myself with those dimwits."
She backed herself up against the door. Her face soaked with tears.
"Please, Draco! I'm begging you! I'm not ready. If you have any shred of decency, you'll give me this one request. Please!" She pleaded with him, her fearful look never wavering as she spoke.
He didn't reply as he threw his white button-up shirt to the floor below before pointing his wand to her chest,
"Have you not seen my father. Alongside Snape being his snitch, if I didn't act the way I've been behaving then I would've been castrated, in a sense." He said softly through grit teeth as his body is shown to have dozens of marks and bruises "You would be surprised what my father did to get into the good graces of the Dark Lord. One being letting those in the circle of Death Eaters do whatever they want with his wife and his blood."
She started to shake. Her tears continued to fall. "Please Draco. I'm scared." She cried as she dug her nails into the door.
He walked until he had effectively entered her personal space before whispering "Please forgive me later for what I do now"
He quickly stole a kiss from the young lioness, his hands pushed her arms against the door.
She struggled against him, realizing this was truly going to happen. She had no choice in the matter. She'd always had a vision of what her first time would be like and this was definitely not it. She turned her head from his kiss now refusing to look at him.
He was too deep. He hated himself for this, but Snape would just use Legilimens and see he didn't do it. He had to make this look good.
Draco aggressively picked Hermione up and laid her on the empty desk before saying "You can remove your clothes and try to make this pleasant or I can make this worse."
Hermione still refused to look at him as she whined while shakily finishing unbuttoning her blouse, then her bra, followed by her skirt and knickers.
Now laying there naked, her face blushing a bright red. Her body feeling as though it had been set ablaze. She still trembled in fear knowing he was not going to be gentle with her and that terrified her.
She was right. Like the snake he was, no matter how much he cared, the power he felt was numbing.
Draco shoved his fingers into her virgin womanhood while biting down her nipple, wanting to hear her scream in both pleasure and pain.
Hermione's eyes widened as life became all too real for her, she was confused. There was pain, yet she wanted to moan in pleasure. Her tears continued to fall as she refused to look at him, her face alight with a fiery blush as her body squirmed beneath his own. Her fingers dug into the desk. It felt good, desire flooded her body. She was mortified that the pain was causing her pleasure.
"Draco," she whispered, her voice wavering as she felt his fingers scissored inside her.
"Yes, Hermione?" He asked in a caring tone that surprised even himself. He never dreamed that he would call her by her first name. His real intentions are combining with the mission.
"Please,I won't fight, but please don't hurt me anymore," She requested, softly laying a shaky hand on his arm.
"That's all I want. I will try not to hurt you," He said softly before reverting his motions into more of a gentle construct, he removed his fingers and he began kissing up her chest towards her chin.
Her breath hitched in her throat. Her body became warmer to the touch as she enjoyed his motions. Her face began to blush deeper as she was now really unsure of her feelings towards this situation. Her body had begun to react to his touch and this was strange to her. But she wasn't going to let her mind overthink it. She decided to just feel.
He put his fingers into her hair, pulling her face towards his, crashing his lips upon hers. His other arm wrapped around her waist. Hermione automatically put her hands in his hair, and sighed into his mouth as he kissed her. She couldn't help but pull him closer to her.
He broke the kiss as he kissed down her jaw. He stopped near her ear and whispered, "I will try my best to make this pleasurable for you okay?" He wanted to reassure her one more time.
"Okay" she whispered back as she looked up at him. Her breathing slightly erratic and her heart anxious.
He picked her up off the table, and laid her onto the cold, hard floor beneath him before he quickly began undoing the leather belt around his waist.
She watched anxiously as he undid his belt. Her body squirming with want as her heart pounded with nerves because she'd never done it before. She tried hard to relax and ignore all the thoughts running wild through her brilliant mind.
The Slytherin male removed his pants and crawled on top of the lioness as he pressed the tip of his manhood against her virgin slit.
She held her breath as she looked into his slate grey eyes, seeing that he truly didn't want to hurt her. She brought her hands up onto his upper arms giving him the permission he needed to do what he was already in the process of doing.
He thrust inside her, shattering her hymen in the process. He could feel the blood trickle down his length.
Her face scrunched up in pain as he thrust inside her. A single tear slid down her face as it happened. As her body got used to having him inside it, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her eyes were filled with want and lust, her hips now began to squirm beneath him, looking for friction. She was able to gain that friction as Draco Malfoy, of all people, began thrusting into her slowly but deeply with his eyes connecting with hers and his hands gripped her hips tightly.
Small moans began to slip from her lips as she started to match her hip movements to his thrusts. Her first orgasm building slowly within her. She'd never experience an orgasm, this feeling was new, but she was enjoying each thrust and each moment, as it built up within her.
As he thrust within her, he could feel her walls wrapping around his length, his breath becoming more shallow as he picked up his pace.
Hermione's soft sweet moans soon turned into louder screams of passion as he thrusted harder and faster into her. Her nails biting lightly into the flesh of his back. Her breath began to come in short, ragged pants as she was thrown deeper into into her orgasm. A few more thrusts and Draco came inside her, her orgasm driving him over the edge. He held his weight off her body, lights exploding behind his eyes. No other orgasm had ever felt so powerful.
Hermione lay on that cold, unforgiving floor as she waited for him tell her if he was finished with her. A small shiver went down her spine as she looked up at the boy who just elicited such a physical response from her, the thought made her face blush once more.
Draco looked over at his more or less victim. He felt like such a fucking hypocrite, doing something like this that his father allowed to be done to his own flesh and blood. But maybe he could make this better. He found his wand in the pile of his clothes and waved it over Hermione's stomach, a warm blue light came from her abdomen. "Contraception spell," he explained sadly to Hermione's quizzical look.
"I'm sorry, I'm so damn sorry." He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her.
She began to sob softly into his shoulder as her emotions began to untangle themselves. She allowed herself to be comforted by the one person she never thought would comfort her, especially after what just happened.
"It's okay. I know it's not your fault. I know you're being forced into it as much as I am," she sobbed.
He placed his palms against her warm cheeks while using his thumbs to wipe away her tears. His heart broke yet again for the girl who he had grown to care for and had caused to lose her virginity.
She just held onto him, not wanting to let go of this one moment. Her sobbing calmed after a few minutes, and she just sat there with her eyes closed, her arms wrapped securely around his strong frame and her head on his shoulder as they sat in silence.
"Draco?" She asked pulling away slightly to look into his eyes, her face contorted into a confused look.
"Yeah?" He asked her with his own eyebrow raised.
"What is this we're doing?"she asked softly,searching for his feelings rather than just his words. Her eyes roved his face and settled on his eyes.
"Uhm," He said with as he put his arms over her shoulders. His eyes stared at her passionately, "I want to comfort you, give you the pillow talk you deserve. I fucking hate what I had to do to get images into your head to protect us both."
"That's not entirely what I was asking," She said still staring at him. "I was wondering how you came to care for me." She asked the serious question in a light tone..
"I think this built up after you slapped the shite out of me last year and developed over the summer." He said softly in his own joking manner as his walls began coming down.
She smiled seeing his true feelings in his eyes as well as hearing them in his voice. She laid her head onto his chest and listened to his heart beat.
"Is it weird that that's about the time I started wondering what it would be like if you didn't act like you hated me?" she asked softly.
"Really now? I'm glad to make that fantasy a reality." He replied as he checked the moon, it was already morning so he said "Well now we have two choices. We can try and rush to our dormitories and try avoiding the professors and Filch or stay here and hold out."
"I don't mind staying here, although if I'm not in the common room or at breakfast both Harry and Ron, even though they aren't speaking, will notice and worry," She said wondering how he planned to pull this plan off..
"I can work with that. My dorm thinks I'm with my father, maybe you can lie and say you got up early and decided to study," He replied simply before kissing her cheek.
"That's perfect!" She exclaimed as she looked at him her eyes looking weary from lack of sleep all night. She smiled sleepily at him. "We've got double potions this morning." She said to him not at all wanting to see Snape after this. She was getting nervous again thinking about it.
"Sit in the back next to Goyle. He'll slip something into your potion and send you off towards the hospital wing. You can leave and rest afterward," He replied simply..
"Promise he won't hurt me?" She said, looking at him with a raised eyebrow almost afraid of how that solution would turn out.
"I promise. I am going to give it to him when I see him this morning. It's safe, but will make the potion explode. I know the potion won't permanently hurt you. " He said softly as he got off the desk and sat in the chair and held his hand out for her to take.
She smiled as she took his hand and allowed him to guide her wherever he wanted her.
"What happens with us from here on out?" She asked simply.
"You keep Potter alive, while I act like a spoiled rich kid. Then at night, we can meet here. There are also others, entire families in Slytherin who don't want Voldemort revived. That's my father's and the rest of the Death Eaters' plot, and I know the tournament is apart of it." He replied as he moved her onto the edge of the desk where she could sit. "Believe it or not, my father wants to prevent the Dark Lord from returning."
She just stared at him for a few moments. "He's dead, Harry killed him, first year, when he fought him in on the the third floor. How can they possibly bring him back?" She asked in shock at that news.
"There are many questions that I have in that sentence alone but that's my Aunt's plot. This is going to be a long fucking year." The young Slytherin stated with his fingers laced together.
"You're right about that." She said as she looked up at him. She looked out the window. "It's getting late, we don't want to be late for Potions.." She said with an almost disappointed look on her face.
"Yeah, I guess so. Tomorrow we can meet here again." He replied softly as he began gathering his and the lioness's clothes from off the floor
She nodded as she began to dress. She looked over at him and smiled. She was very much looking forward to the next night they got together.
"You want to go out first or me?" She asked once she was clothes and had her wand back in the pocket.
"Hmm... I should go first. I'll draw out Filch and his cat, you might have to take the long way but you'll make it." He replied as he quickly got dressed including his robe before steadying his face and getting back into his persona.
"Wait," she said just before he opened the door.
"Yeah?" He asked as he turned his attention to her.
She hurried to him and she kissed him very passionately before he could deepen it, she pulled away,. "Don't let last night have been a dream, please. Yes, it started off as a nightmare, but you didn't let it be horrible. You turned my first time into an amazing night, all things considered." She said with a smile.
Draco was speechless at his now technically lover's speech but couldn't help giving his own passionate speech as well.
"I think we dream so we don't have to be apart for so long but if we're in each other's dreams, we can be together all the time. This night will be the catalyst for our new tomorrow for us and this world."
She smiled then kissed him once more before stepping back to let him compose himself again so he could walk out the door.
He quickly did away with his blush before removing the ward on the door with his wand and making a noisy escape in hopes he could lure Filch towards the dungeons.
She waited about ten minutes while fixing herself up a bit with a few charms she'd learned in books and from her roommates. She composed herself then rushed in the opposite direction going the long way down to the dungeons. She just barely made it to Potions on time and sat in the seat nearest the door, to the right which she knew was the one next to Goyle. She sat down and began pulling out her things prepared to hear an onslaught of rude comments.
As the rude comments sank in, Snape made his grand entrance like a vampiric bat looking over at potential victims, he noticed a few things. Both Potter and Weasley were missing. Potter was supposed to be at the Weighing of the Wands ceremony. And Weasley was probably running gossip around the school was of the Golden Trio's falling out caused the youngest male Weasley to bury his former friend to anyone who would listen. The last strange thing was the seating: Draco was late, Lucius said that he would be done with Granger by his class period but she had already arrived.
Draco walked in with a shit eating grin upon his face, though he was red faced and out of breath, he still continued to hold that 'I don't care' attitude quite well.
"Where have you been Mister Malfoy?" The Potion Master asked the young man, expecting the given answer
"Oh, the staircase decided to switch during my walk back down. My apologies." He replied
Snape nodded and said "At least you are cordial. 10 points to Slytherin."
As they went through the motions of the seemingly mundane Potions class, Draco turned to face the back of the class and slipped Goyle a bit of parchment explaining what his task was. Goyle read the note and nodded at his friend, and when the know-it-all was up at the supply closet he threw in some smoke powder that would blow up in Hermione's face once an acidic element hit it.
The class went on as planned, more or less as Hermione was suddenly covered with smoke thanks to Goyle, startling most of the class and Hermione as the powder exploded in her face. Hermione, began to choke and cough as the smoke filled covered her face and body.
"Miss Granger, foolish girl, go to the Hospital wing. Fifteen points from Gryffindor" Snape snarled. Hermione picked up her bag and left the room coughing and wheezing, a small, unnoticed, well hidden grin on her face.