Slave For You

Chapter 1

Draco Malfoy sauntered through the corridors of Hogwarts; one of the best wizarding schools there ever was, along with his goons, Crabbe and Goyle. He soon spotted the Mudblood, Hermione Granger, with her friends Potter and the Weasel. He smirked, but noticed how much she changed over the summer. Her bushy hair was now tamer, and she had more curves. In other words…she looked beautiful.

Draco shook the thoughts out of his brain and quickly stepped out his foot. Luckily, the Mudblood tripped on it and was sent sprawling to the floor. "Malfoy!" she glared, and gasped. "I-I can't move!"

Ron, who was a bit slow, suddenly cried out, "Hermione!"

Hermione sent Ron a scowl. "Yes, that's my name. Anyways, can you guys help me up?"

Harry nodded, and helped her up. Hermione fell down again. "I…I think I sprained my leg or something." She muttered, and tried desperately to reach for her bag. "I can't move my left arm!" she exclaimed, trying her best to reach for her book bag. Her gaze suddenly turned to Malfoy. "You!" she screeched. "You're going to pay!"

Draco smirked his famous Malfoy smirk, and said, "No thanks, and I think you match quite well with the dirt on the floor, Mudblood."

Hermione glared. "Whatever, Malfoy."

Suddenly, the bell rang. Harry and Ron scurried off. "Sorry, Hermione," Harry said. "We can't be late for Potions! Snape will kill us! Maybe get Malfoy to get you to get to the Hospital Wing, or something…"

Hermione gasped. "Leave me alone with MALFOY! Are you kidding me?"

But Harry and Ron were gone. Malfoy smirked again. "So….your friends abandoned you…"

Hermione glared at Malfoy again. "Shut up and bring me to the Hospital Wing, now."

Malfoy's expression turned into a scowl, and replied, "No. I don't take orders from a Mudblood like you. I could just leave you here..."

He turned to leave.

"No!" cried out Hermione. "Don't leave me here!"

Malfoy smirked. "First, say 'Malfoy is the best pureblood in all the land and is much better than Mudblood Hermione Granger'"

Hermione growled, but did what he said, unwilling and monotonously. "Malfoy is the best (growl) pureblood in all the land and is much better than Mudblood Hermione Granger."

Malfoy smirked. "Thanks for the compliment, Granger."

"Shut up, prat." Hermione gave him the evil eye. "Now bring me to the Hospital Wing now!"

"Quite the feisty one, aren't you?" he mused and scooped up the whimpering girl.

Hermione was surprised how strong he was, since he was able to carry her so easily. "It must have been the work of all of those Quidditch practices…" she thought. She was surprised at how much handsome he had become, and how smart he was. He was only second to her. Unconsciously, she had relaxed in his arms, but shot up, alert, again. "After all…this is Malfoy." she thought. "You can't trust him."

She closed his eyes and concentrated on the soft footsteps of Draco Malfoy. The corridors were now deserted, since everybody had gone to class, and it seemed that there was nobody else…except them. Hermione knew her relationship with Draco could never change. She wanted to share her inputs on some subjects with him, but she knew that he would always think of her as a bloody Gryffindor and Mudblood, and her, a twitchy ferret, and evil Slytherin.

Or so she thought.

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A/N: Hi everybody! It's my first DracoHermione fic! I'd appreciate comments and suggestions!