I love Hermione and Draco together, but I decided to change their characters for this story. Harry and Pansy need a turn.

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Sixth year started like every other year did, a long train ride with Draco and all of his rude, annoying, and horrible friends.

With Draco in my lap, I actually feel like a real girlfriend should. Loved, important. He shifted and landed on my bruise, another reminder. And I had thought it had gone away.

While the guys talked of the Dark Mark and all that shit that corrupted my life, the food cart rolled by. The knock was faint, the poor witch was afraid of the guys. Slytherins were always feared, just because of what they represent. Buying half the thing, Draco handed me a chocolate frog and some juice. I had hated eating the frogs, it took years for my mom to convince me they weren't real. They are still the only chocolate I wouldn't eat.

When another asshole walked in to join the conversation, I heard a light thud and looked up to see a foot come into view for half a second. A black shoe that looked like they were muggle hand-me-downs. No one else seemed to have noticed.

Continuing to act like someone wasn't there, I even threw in some horrible words. God, I hated this. Having to say bad things about people that I didn't know.

Sitting here, I just looked at Draco. He didn't know what my life was like at home. I had only seen him a few times over the summer, every time it was him climbing through my window after a fight with his dad. I loved when he came to me. We slept together and then he would stay as long as possible, like he wanted nothing else. He was good looking, with a slim toned body. I loved when he kissed me like he meant it. It never lasted though.

Stealing a peak up at the trunks, I could tell where Mr. Invisible was sitting. The trunks were at an odd angle and there was no way they would stay without some weight keeping them there. I didn't say anything. No point.

With only a few minutes left on the trip, I got up to go change into my green robes.

Hermione Granger was in the bathroom. I hesitated going in, she hated me passionately and had since first year, and I hated her after fourth. . I never knew why she hated me though. Hermione saw me and acted like I wasn't there. No surprise.

After a few awkward moments of it just being us in the room, Luna walked in. Then Hermione started talking to her. I smiled at Luna, but she was too busy talking about her newest creature that is invisible and living in Neville's plant. I muffled me laugh with a cough, and Granger sent me a dirty look.

By the time I got back, we were pulling into the station, but I still headed back to the compartment, and Draco was pushing his way out. Grabbing my arm, he pulled me away from the door. I had no idea why he felt I had to get off so quick, but he already had my trunk sent out so I guess it was okay.

I just hoped that he hadn't found out someone had been listening. That could be bad news.

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Watching another round of first years get sorted, I feared what they were walking into. All being judged and they hadn't even been here for an hour. Forever known as people who were common , or smart, brave or deadly. No matter what they do, it would always stay with them.

The sorting was finally over, with fifteen new girls and twenty-one new boys in Slytherin, the upperclassmen were defiantly excited to have so many students to mess with. Poor kids, didn't know what was coming. The entire time Draco and Zabini had been talking about each of the first year's pranks.

"Baby, I'm thinking we sneak up to the Room of Requirements tonight. Get you out of those nasty robes," Draco whispered in my ear, sending shivers up my spine. He took my hand and put it over his pants, and I could already feel his erection.

Giggling, I gave him a little squeeze and whispered that I was a little tired. Making eye contact, I could see he was defiantly not going to be able to take that answer. The lust in his eyes was ridiculous.

Eating quickly, I told the one girl Blaise was fucking that I had to use the restroom and got up taking my bag with me. Stopping at the bathroom, I freshened myself up, put some lip gloss on and looked at myself in the mirror.

All I saw was pure ugly. Long, thick, brown hair with hollow green eyes, I will always be nothing special. The thought made tears pierce my eyes. No one had ever wanted me. No one ever would, Draco was just a stupid thing, because I had nothing else to do.

After calming myself down, I walked out into the corridor. I couldn't come to him tonight, he would find someone else to screw anyway. Just trying to blow off some steam I walked down random halls. Then I saw Potter.

He had a swollen eye and walked like he might have a broken rib. I jumped into a classroom doorway's alcove so I wouldn't be seen. He was walking to the hall alone. I looked at his shoes, he had been in the compartment, and obviously caught by Draco. I don't know how I knew, it was just obvious. The hand prints were the same size as mine had been, were.

I wanted to say something, but it would just get me in trouble with everybody. I had wanted to say something to him so many times. I know what its like losing my family. I have never had the nerves to actually talk to him alone. Even if I had, I could have been murdered in the dungeons for it. Like now, I knew he would tell someone that the ugly Slytherin wretch tried to talk to him. Draco would know, and he wouldn't be happy.

Draco, Draco was waiting. Imagining the bruises covering Harry's body being on mine scared me and I decided to go to Draco.

I waited til Potter left and I started to head back to my boyfriend. I needed him now, not that I wanted him. Or else I would do something stupid. Again. And Hagrid was still at the feast, would be for awhile, he would eat half the table if he could.

Walking into the Room of Requirements, the door appeared to me. I took a deep breath and opened the door. He was sitting on the bed and looked pretty pissed. "Where the fuck have you been?" he asked me. The lust was gone, only anger remained. Suddenly afraid, I played my part. Walking over to the bed I pushed him down and straddled him, kissing down his neck.

"I went to the bathroom and one of the first years stopped me in the bathroom and I couldn't get rid of her. Then I took a wrong a turn, and had no idea where the hell I was," I told him, hoping he would take it.

Rolling me over, his erection pushed down on me. "Next time, you Avada Kedava the person that stops you from coming to me. Or else you'll regret it." Pining my arms down, he was purposely pushing most of his weight on me, I couldn't breathe.

"Yes, baby."

And then we did what we did every time he was angry. There wouldn't be any holding afterward. It was these times that I would never tell anyone about. I have grown accustomed to forgetting them.