okay havent a clue where this story is going draco/hermione possibly draco/harry its a result of incredible boredom in revision sessions where the teachers expect us to sit in silence for 1 1/2 hours and dactually revise so i did this instead...
Well here goes my first fanfic..please be nice...
Hermione sat down with a thud onto the massive four-poster bed, her white wedding dress pouffed out like a meringue around her, ripped in places. She noticed the large ornate mirror in front of her and sighed; she looked a state her mascara was smudged by the tears and, her beautifully done hair was ruined and hung limply round her shoulders yet somehow it still looked frizzy.
This was meant to be the best day of her life she thought. She was being married to the one she loved, and she foolishly thought nothing could happen, that it would be picture perfect, like in all the films. Stupid stupid her – she knew she should of listened to Dumbledore's advice but she was just so intent on having the perfect white wedding. All of the members of the Order of the Phoenix gathered in one place, peacefully expecting no trouble. Halfway through Hermione's wedding vows to the love of her life, Ronald Weasley, 30 or so Deatheaters had apparated, surrounding the wedding party. A battle ensued and suddenly Hermione's life was falling apart in front of her eyes. Unaware and unprepared, the wizarding members of the congregation had to fight for their lives whilst the muggles panicked creating chaos. Hermione watched too many people die because of her stupidity and selfishness-it was all her fault. Admittedly the order put up a pretty good fight considering the their situation, but it didn't save Ron or Kingsley Shacklebolt or the many muggles. As Hermione fought back to back with her fiancée and watched him fall, she heard a familiar voice sound in her ear. A Deatheater grabbed her and she was apparated away into this beautifully decorated prison.
She sat on the bed sobbing uncontrollably as the memories of the battle flashed in front of her eyes over and over again. She didn't hear the soft click of the door, as a tall suavely dressed Draco Malfoy stepped into the room. "Calm down, mudblood" Hermione's head shot up and she gasped. "Malfoy" she said through shuddered repressed sobs, "Come to gloat?" she gathered all that was left of her shredded dignity as she sat up to face her old school enemy. He hadn't changed much he was taller and his platinum blonde hair was now shoulder length and hung loosely, his beautiful ice blue eyes were more piercing than ever, he was wearing a tight fitting black t-shirt which revealed his toned muscles and fashioned black trousers. In short he was gorgeous.
Barely a year before, Hermione had finished her NEWTS and left school, blissfully happy with Ron, hoping she would never have to face the Slytherin sex god and face his taunts again. Of course she was constantly worried what with the Horcruxes to be found but she was ignorant, ignorant of the hurt and the pain Voldermort and his Deatheaters could cause.
"I d..don't know w..what you're doing her, b…but leave me alone," she said defensively, then fresh tears came to her eyes "…please," she finished feebly. "Not quite so tough without Potty and the Weasel, are we?" Malfoy sneered. At the very mention of her fiancées-no, ex-fiancées name' she sobbed. Malfoy stood there not quite knowing what to do. He had never become emotionally attached to a girl, so the concept of comforting a hysterical one was quite new to him. He had had plenty of, well, 'fuckbuddies' would be the accurate term, he just didn't see the need to get so emotionally involved.
"STOP STARING AT ME!" Hermione yelled, and Draco was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts. "Well," said Draco, regaining his Malfoy-esque posture once again, "My Mother sent me up to check you hadn't committed suicide or anything…"
"Oh really" Hermione cut him short " Just..just leave me alone you… SLYTHERIN WHORE"
"How dare you fucking mudblood filth insult me in my house" Draco said icily.
"Now, Now Draco play nicely" came a sneering voice by the door. Draco whipped round as Lucius Malfoy stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. "And as for you muggle filth," he spat, "as long as you are under this roof you won't speak unless spoken to, and if I hear you exercising your temper again your punishment will be severe." As he said this he whacked Hermione in the stomach with his stick causing her to yelp with pain. "And trust me;" he said stonily, "It will be worse than that".
With a sneer, he turned on his heel, leaving a cowering Hermione and a very smug Draco in his wake.
"Listen," Draco said "you are here as, well, a house elf basically," but he smirked, "you are also here for my pleasure," he said, as he softly stroked her cheekbone. Hermione shuddered as Draco's hand touched her flesh, but she didn't react the throbbing pain in her stomach was too intense, and she doubled up and wretched all over Draco's shoes.