OK, here we go!!...*Takes deep breath* This is my first fan fiction... ever! So sorry if it's really bad.

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Chapter 1

Hermione Granger held her wand in a sweaty hand as she heard his footsteps crunch up the gravel pathway. She points her wand towards the door as she watches the handle turn. Her head is filled with arguments about what to do next, two of them shout out to her above all the others. Siding with one she lowers her wand as the door swings open and a figure steps inside.

"What are you doing standing there?" Ron Weasley asks her, narrowing his eyes and gazing at her with suspicion.

"Nothing, nothing, just here to welcome you home. How was your day?" Hermione stammered out.

Ron stared at her for a few more seconds, then shook his head, looked at her and smiled.

"Good good, I have a good feeling about that promotion coming up, the boss pretty much told me today that I'd be getting it," Ron told her happily. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's great Ron! Well done, I knew you'd get it. I've made your dinner and it's on the table for you."

"Thanks babes, I'm gonna eat it while watching the quiddich match," he told her without a care.

Hermione left him to watch the match as she went to read a book. She heard shouting downstairs frequently but she couldn't make out if it was good or bad. She came out of her room after a while to get a drink. She peeked into the room Ron was in and realised that the shouting had been bad, his team was losing badly.

"Hermione! Get me a drink!" He shouted angrily.

She felt dread overcome her as she went to get him a drink. She handed him the drink with shaky hands. He took it roughly, causing some of it to spill on him. He jumped up immediately spilling the rest of it on the floor. His face turned beetroot red.

"Merlin woman!" he screamed at her, "you got me soaking wet!"

Hermione cringed back.

"O-only a little bit spilled, it's not, it's not much," she stuttered.

She immediately wished she could take the words and shove them back down her throat as she watched his eyes turn stormy. He took a step towards her, towering over her small figure.

"What did you say?" He hissed.

"N-nothing, I didn't say anything, I didn't mean..." He grabbed the back of her neck.

"I told you to tell me what you said!" He roared.

"Please...Ron please...I love you, just don't..."

"Oh, you love me? You love me, do you?!" He shoved her roughly to the ground and let his hand come down hard on her face and his foot kick out to meet her ribs. She curled up, whimpering with the pain.

"Of course you love me! You need me! And I'm nice enough to let you have me, but I expect something in return, I expect it to be done right. You come flouncing in and drench me with my own drink while I'm trying to enjoy myself watching the game. Merlin knows I only have these few things to enjoy myself with, it's not like I can enjoy myself in bed with your inexperienced cunt!"

He swung out his foot to meet the topic of his insult. Hermione screamed in pain and her eyes welled with tears.

"You're lucky to have me! Any other guy would have run a mile after spending a night with you. I suppose it's good for you that you haven't slept with anyone else, it saves you the embarrassment. Taking your virginity was the worst thing I have ever done, now I can't get rid of you. You trailed after me like the needy dog you are, but I married you anyway, and now you owe me. I took your virginity and now you need me, now you can't leave."

Hermione gulped slowly as Ron lowered his face to hers. She could see the spit at the corners of his mouth.

"Clean this place up," he growled.

She watched him as he walked towards the door to leave.

"You're wrong, you know," she blurted out before she could stop herself. He stopped in his tracks and turned slowly back to face her. His eyes were fierce and narrowed and his jaw was clenched.

"What. Did. You. Say?" He spat out.

Suddenly something broke inside Hermione and she had to let it out.

"I said you're wrong! You weren't the first guy I had sex with, I never gave you my virginity."

"Oh yeah?" Ron mocked, taking slow steps towards her. "And do I know this unbelievably unfortunate man?"

"Yes. You do."

"Oh? Was it our old mate Harry? Yeah I bet that's who you're going to say, isn't it?"

"No," she whispered.

"Oh? Well who was it then?"

"Draco Malfoy."

She heard his sharp intake of breath from across the room.

"You're a liar. You're a lying bitch!" He screamed. He crossed the room in two quick strides. "Don't you ever lie to me!"

His fist came down onto her nose, splattering blood everywhere. He hit her again and again, harder and harder. The last thing she saw was his crazed driven face looming over her as she blacked out from the pain.

Her head took her back to a better time and place in Hogwarts, where Ron was her best friend who couldn't hurt a fly. But, better than that, it was the time she gave her heart to her childhood enemy. It was the time she fell in love.

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Hermione sat at a desk doing her homework in her common room. She knew everything, and finished with about double the work done than was asked, as usual. She sunk into the comfy armchair she was sitting on, rested her head back and sighed in satisfaction. She didn't get to relax long though before she heard the portrait swing open and the sound of deep laughter filtered into the room. Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini came into the common room, laughing hard. They both caught sight of Hermione as their laughter died down.

"Hey Mione!" Blaise greeted. She scowled at him.

"Hermione," she corrected.

"Yeah, yeah, ok whatever..."

She looked at Draco, who stared back at her with cold grey eyes.

"Granger," he said stiffly.

"Malfoy," she replied in the same tone.

She remembered finding out that she was to be head girl, she couldn't have been happier. When she found out that Draco Malfoy was the new head boy, she almost wanted to give up the opportunity, rather than have to spend a year in the same dorm as him. Luckily they hadn't fought too badly yet, only a few insults passed here and there, mostly they ignored each other.

"Hello? Is there anybody in there? Earth to Hermione!"

She looked up to see Blaise waving a hand in front of her face, pulling her back to the present. Despite being a Slytherin, Blaise was quite fun to have around. He didn't treat her badly, the worst he would do is snicker at some of Malfoy's insults. She might even go as far as to say she actually liked him a little bit. If only he had been head boy rather than Malfoy.

"Yeah, what is it?" she asked.

"I asked if they were all your books on the the table," Blaise told her.

"Yes, they are. They're mine,"

"Blaise, did you really have to ask? I mean who else would have time to read all those books? It's to make up for her lack of a social life," Malfoy sneered. Blaise chuckled and punched him on the shoulder. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"When you two are quite finished, I was relaxing here before you came barging in,"

"It is my common room too, I have every right to be here," Malfoy answered. Hermione groaned and got up to go to her room, leaving the boys in the common room.

When she got to her room she collapsed face down on her bed and lay there. For some reason she didn't feel annoyed or upset at Malfoy for insulting her, she just felt embarrassed and she didn't know why, which was strange.

After a while she drifted off to sleep, waking only when it was getting dark. She stretched and got out of bed. She glanced at her alarm clock, and realised was still in time for dinner. She slipped on her shoes and started down the stairs to the common room.

As she neared the common room she heard a noise. She slowed her pace and crept slowly in. The first thing she saw was Malfoy standing against the wall with his head bent back and he was groaning slightly. Her stomach fluttered when she saw his face, surprising her. Then she saw Pansy Parkinson kneeling down in front of him and she felt a sudden flash of something fill her body as she realised what she was doing.

"Do you mind?" she squealed. Pansy squeaked in surprise and stood up quickly. Malfoy, however, took his time zipping himself back up. His eyes slid over to meet Hermiones', a slight smirk on his face.

"I did not come down here to see you giving him a blow job for the world to see," Hermione said to Pansy.

"Well I didn't come in here to see you!" She shot back. "It's none of your business what we do mudblood,"

Hermione's eyebrow twitched, it still upset her when someone called her that. It made her feel like she didn't fully belong, even though she knew she was a much better witch than Pansy would ever be. She knew she should just ignore the insult, but somehow she couldn't. She hoped Pansy wouldn't notice that she had made an impact, but she hoped in vain. Pansy pounced on her reaction with more insults.

"You shouldn't be here in this school at all! You don't belong here, you're just a fake Hermione Granger, impure, a weak little nosy mudblood!"

"Shut-up Pansy,"

Hermione blinked in surprise and heard Pansy gasp in astonishment as she looked in the direction of the voice. Hermione realised that Draco's eyes had never left hers and they still hadn't, but there was no trace of a smirk on his face now.

"W-what did you say?" Pansy stammered.

"I said shut-up," Draco repeated.

"But..."

"You can go now," he cut her off.

"But Draco..." she whined, hanging on his shoulder.

"I said you can go!" he ordered, finally tearing his eyes away from Hermione to glare at Pansy. He shook her off his shoulder. "Now."

Pansy sulkily slid from the room. Hermione stared after her, gob smacked. Had Draco Malfoy actually stood up for her? She looked at him, his eyes were fixed on her again. She tilted her head and looked at him quizzically, his eyes stared back at her, as hard as steal and his mouth was fixed into a tight frown.

"Thanks," she said quietly. In response he turned away from her and left to go to his room, taking the stairs two at a time. She turned around and walked slowly back to her own room.

She thought about what had just happened. When she had first seen what Pansy was doing she had been hit with an emotion so strongly she almost cried out, but what was it? Jealousy. But no, it couldn't be. Jealousy of what? That she was with a guy and Hermione had never been? No it wasn't that, she'd seen lots of couples before and she hadn't felt jealous, she spent most of her time with Harry and Ginny for goodness sake! Of Pansy? Ha! Not likely! But then another idea came to her, it was both of them. She was jealous of Pansy and it was because she was with someone, but it was rather of who she had, who she was with. She was jealous that Pansy had Draco Malfoy and she didn't. As soon as she thought about it she knew she was right, but she wouldn't accept it. She could not like Draco Malfoy, there was no way that was possible. She hated him, with good reason too, he had been horrible to her.

She forced that thought out of her head and tried to think of other options. Suddenly she heard a crash and a shout from Draco's room.

She raced out of her room to his, the door was ajar. She peeked into his room. He was standing there with his shirt off and his hair sticking out everywhere. She noticed there was glass shattered on the floor and he was breathing heavily. She stepped into the room.

"Erm...are you ok?" Hermione asked carefully. He turned around to face her, his eyes furious and a growl escaped his lips.

"Just fuck off, will you?" He shouted. "Pansy was right about you, you're a weak little nosy mudblood, too nosy for your own good."

Hermione bit her lip to stop herself from crying, but she couldn't stop the hurt showing on her face. She noticed a flash of something in his eyes but it was gone in an instant.

"Ugh, just get out," he said and closed the door in her face.

Hermione ran to her room and let the tears pour down her cheeks. She cried and called Malfoy every name under the sun but none of it made her feel any better. It was only as she was drifting into a dreamless sleep that she realised she had forgotten to have dinner.

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