Warning: 18+ audiences only please, mature content in later chapters.
Also, these characters do not belong to me, but to J.K. Rowling!
Malfoy and I had planned to meet at midnight in the dungeons just outside the Slytherin common room. I got there five till, always liking to be a bit early. For the next twenty minutes, I waited in a nearby crevice, hoping to stay unnoticed, though I became very irritated during this time. "What the hell could be keeping Malfoy?!," I thought, as I quickly ran through different scenarios, though none of them seemed plausible for his absence.
I was just about to leave when I saw Blaise Zabini step out from the wall that separated the dark corridor from the silver lamp lit room. I knew him to be Malfoy's closest friend, knew that he told him almost everything. Did he know of our meeting? Was he here on Malfoy's behalf to postpone our meeting?
Gaining his attention with a quiet call of "Zabini," I stepped out of my hiding place. His look of surprise at my being there answered one of my unspoken questions. Before he could I say a word, I continued with a query of my own. "Is Malfoy in there?," gesturing with my eyes and a slight tilt of my head towards the common rooms he had just exited.
"Uh, no. He left a while ago."
I closed my eyes and sighed. Did he forget our plans? Did he reconsider? Was this some kind of sick joke to him?! My thoughts had turned cross; after all, I was always quick to anger and I had actually been looking forward to our tryst.
Not because I had any romantic interest in him, but because I no longer wanted Ron to be my first. Ron, who I had been in love with since the end of our first year at Hogwarts. Ron, who I had been dropping hints to in our fourth year for the Yule Ball. Ron, who broke my heart the second I saw him snogging Lavender Brown in our sixth year. I thought that after we won the battle against Voldemort, Ron and I would finally be together. And after dating all summer, Harry, Ron, and I returned to Hogwarts to repeat our seventh year along with rest of our classmates. We had not even had been back to Hogwarts for a month when I caught Ron and Lavender going at in the Gryffindor common room; turns out it had been going on since the first week of classes. Why did I ever believe the two of us would live happily ever after? Why did I ever believe in such a fairytale? And to top it all off, Ron said it was all my fault! That because I never wanted to do anything more than hold hands and snog, that he needed to get his jollies from someone else.
That happened last weekend. Heart broken and completely humiliated, my mind raced with revenge. I wanted Ron to know how it felt to be betrayed by someone you loved, so I came up with the perfect plan - Sex with Draco Malfoy. Not only was he considered the Sex God of Hogwarts, but he was also Ron's arch enemy. What better way to get back at Ron than giving my virginity to the man he hates the most. So after Potions on Monday, I propositioned Malfoy with my idea. I was surprised that he so readily agreed, until he explained that he could not wait to rub it in Ron's face afterwards.
We met later that day to discuss when would be the best time for us to engage in such activities and where. It was decided that we would meet again Friday at midnight outside the Slytherin common rooms, then proceed to one of the empty classrooms that was frequented by students late at night. After all, the whole point was to get caught so that Ron would find out about it. And the plan might have worked, if Draco Malfoy had bothered to show up!
Trying to reign in my frustration, I opened my eyes once more and saw the confused yet impatient look on Zabini's face. "Do you know where he went?" I could hear the slight angry inflection in my voice, but hoped Zabini would not question it.
"Maybe. What's it to you, Granger?"
"Not that it is hardly your business, but Malfoy and I had a perfect matter to discuss." I hated lying, especially when the reason behind it was insignificant, but if Malfoy did not tell him of our plan, then there was no way I was going to him of it now.
Zabini stared at me for what felt like hours before sighing. "He's at the library."
"Thank you. Have a good evening," I said, turning on my heel and heading in the direction of the library. Did he know that what I said was untrue? I should have known not to lie to a Slytherin. Regardless, I now knew Draco Malfoy's location.
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