Hermione lay in crystal white sheets. Her feet tangled in Egyptian cotton. Cheap for even his standards. She turned on her back to find the sunlight rudely awakening her from her pleasant slumber. The solid oak door opened to reveal none other than Lucius Malfoy. His cane discarded and his robes open.
"Miss Granger?" his voice echoed through the empty room. "Granger" he whispered as he stepped towards the bed. "look at me" He gained no return. Again he took another step. "Miss Granger look at me" His voice becoming harder to bear.

"Hermione?" Hermione groaned and dragged the sheets to wrap around her bear body. As she did Lucius' eyes widened to see small patches of bear flesh.

Her face turned to his, her mascara had run and her hair was pulled out of it's wonderful neat bun.

"What?" She demanded in a menacing tone. Lucius took one more step and sat on the bed. Making Hermione uncomfortable. His hands crept closer and closer to the bear flesh of her legs.

"You are most beautiful my dear, why settle for my son when you could have me. I could give you whatever you wanted. Jewels, beautiful clothes…better se-" Hermione cut him off.

"Thank you again for letting me stay here Mr Malfoy" Hermione calmly interrupted. Lucius gave a filthy grin.

"My dear, I shall give you more than accommodation. You are most enchanting, pure or not." His tongue ran over his pearl white teeth, making Hermione cringe, but trying to hide it with a glistening yet fake smile…
"Are you cold my dear?" He asked, edging his long, pale fingers further up her smooth, never ending legs. " Maybe I could warm you up a bit..?"

"I'm fine thank you.." she flashed a gleaming smile. "Have you seen Draco this morning?" Hermione asked moving away from her future father-in-law.

Lucius dragged his eyes away from the sheets that hardly covered her perky chest. "I could end it all you know?" Hermione gave him a confused look "The betrothal …"

Hermione Screamed as she shot up in her four poster bed. Her forehead dripping with beads of sweat. She sat up brushing away the sweat with the back of her hand. She turned in her sheets. Egyptian cotton. She smiled to see her ginger cat Crookshanks sitting at the end of her bed giving her his cheesier grin. She shifted to stroke his soft fur.

Hermione stood up wrapping the sheets around her body. She had fallen asleep when she had gotten out of the baths in her towel and it had been misplaced during the night. She paced to her wardrobe and yanked the doors open. And pulled open a small draw handle picking a pair of under pants and a matching bra. 34 C to be exact. Her body had grown from a child's to an adults in such little time for her to comprehend. She then picked up her robes from the end of her bed. Folded neatly.

She pulled on a white shirt, doing up the buttons. As she did the buttons up over her stomach she stopped. She looked in her full body mirror and ran her fore finger over a long dark scar. She felt herself shudder and her warm fingers touched the cold scar.

'KNOCK, KNOCK GRANGER, IT'S TIME TO GET UP NOW' called an all too familiar to her. Hermione panicked and did her shirt up in fear the knocker would enter as usual.

"SHUT UP MALFOY" She screeched, running to the door, holding it shut. "I'm coming" and she pulled on her skirt and pulled a brush through her, tamed, silk, hair. She smiled and opened the door smacking the head boy's friend, Draco Malfoy, right in the nose.

"OUCH YOU BITCH!" He screamed. Hermione nodded to him and walked on shouting out "It's fine you weakling"

Draco paced after her "I AM NOT WEAK!" Holding the brim of his nose to stem the flow of blood.

Down in the common room Hermione walked to the desk to pick up her tie and cloak. Meanwhile from the lush, burgundy arm chair in front of the blazing fire a rude, yet humorous remark was called.

"Well, Well Granger, Finally showing some of your lovely olive skin under that tiny skirt" Blaise Zabini called. Hermione laughed sarcastically and tugged on her skirt to knee length. Blaise sighed. "My dear Granger, You will be a virgin for the rest of your life if you go around with knee length skirt on" He remarked standing, walking to Hermione with his arms wide open for a hug. Hermione glared daggers at him and pushed her hand to his chest, pushing him away and walked through the portrait.

"She loves me" Blaise smiled. Draco laughed and walked to the portrait.

"I never thought I'd need to say this Blaise, but you don't have a chance with …Hermione Granger" Draco laughed.

"I'm Head boy, Can't I make up some rule demanding she must give me one night with her?" Draco Laughed.

"Move or Weasly will eat all the bacon"