A/N okay, so if you're reading this, then thanks! :) um this is my first ever fic, and I really hope you enjoy :)I apologise in advance for any errors :\ I'm new to this, so reviews would be nice, but no flames :)
Chapter One
"What the FUCKING HELL do you think you're doing?" Hermione Granger screamed at the pale ass pounding into what seemed to be a life-size barbie with bleached hair. The pale ass yelped and turned around. Jason, her now ex boyfriend was staring back with terrified eyes. Hair flaring out behind her, Hermione was taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. She didn't want to do something she'd regret, like exposing muggles to magic. Well she did want to, but she knew she couldn't, so she did the only thing she could think to do, she punched him square in the face, satisfied to hear the crunch of his nose under her fist. Steadying herself, she gripped her wand with one hand, and stuck the other one out, pointing towards the door."Get out of my house!" She hissed, glaring at the two of them. They bolted out of there, running as fast as they could whilst putting clothes on, they were out just in time, before Hermione could lose her cool. Screaming in anger, she sagged down onto the couch, a tear escaping to glide down her cheek. What just happened finally hit her, she sank onto the floor, sobs overtaking her as her body shook. She had loved him! Staying in this position for what felt like hours, she finally rose from the floor, still unable to get the image of her boyfriend fucking another person in their bed. The bed she'd only just vacated an hour before. It was times like these she wished she'd not moved out of her parents house, after one too many fights. She loved her parents, she truly did, but they never understood, magic eventually drove them apart.
Walking up the stairs determinedly, she vanished the bed from their, no her, room, replacing it with a large majestic four poster bed, and magically expanded the wardrobe. I'll show everyone, I wont be the wallflower bookworm anymore, Hermione thought angrily, I'm gonna be an all new Hermione. Getting out of her gym gear, and having a quick shower, she dressed in a low cut purple band tank, short shorts and boots, grabbed her purse and slammed the door as she left. First stop, Hairdressers. Biting into her savings account, she went to the most well known hairdressers in London, and they immediately went to work on her mop. While her hair was no longer a bushy mess, she hadn't been taking care of it and her long waist length chocolate curls were tangled and lack-luster. Deciding not to cut it shorter, the hairdresser, Carl, instead layered and styled the witches hair until the waist length curls streamed down her back, shiny once more. Placing a kiss on both Carl's cheeks, she thanked him over and over again and left with a bounce in her step. She then stopped in at a lingerie store, first she felt a bit awkward, but this was the new Hermione, and she was sexy and ready to go! Hermione was making over her entire self and her entire wardrobe. She chose over fifty different bras, thongs, corsets, garters and chemises, in a rainbow of different colours. Hermione went from store to store, purchasing clothes and shoes, anything and everything, having to send things home every hour to have space to carry more stuff! Returning home and literally having to wade through bags and boxes, she set to work putting everything away.
Once finished, she realised that it was past dinner time, and decided she may as well try out the new Hermione Granger by going out to a bar for dinner and drinks. After having a second shower that day, she styled her hair, rubbed herself down in delicious smelling cream, and put on a matching purple thong and bra set. Staring at herself in the mirror, she smiled. She knew she looked good. Long brown curls fell past creamy unblemished skin, large brown eyes framed by luscious lashes, a small button nose, full naturally swollen red lips, a slim neck, nice large-but-not-too-large breasts, flat stomach and long slim legs. Overtop of her underwear, Hermione threw on a sequined black tunic dress, paired with thigh high stockings, and spiked black heeled ankleboots. Sitting down at her vanity, she began to apply her make-up, magicking it to stay in place. Giving herself a once over in the mirror, she grabbed a clutch, putting her wand and money inside, and stepped out through her front door, hailing a cab. Though she was excited, Hermione was also quite a bit nervous, she'd never really been one to go to town, and definitely not by herself in muggle London. She's gone out with Harry and Ron a couple of times, if that, to Diagon Ally, but this was different. She was all new Hermione Granger, new and improved, and ready to knock your socks off. Her new motto was to be 'Fuck it', she would be doing whatever the fuck she wanted from now on, nobody was going to stop her. As the cab pulled over, she calmed the butterflies in her stomach, stepped out onto the pavement and walked off into the night, towards the bright lights of the nearest bar/club. Feeling like there was quite a few people looking at her, she sat at the bar and smiled, ordering a tequila sunrise, and relishing the feeling of the alcohol burning down her throat.
The slim witch was slowly gathering quite the crowd of attractive young men around her, as the almost fought to buy her drinks. Giggling from the effect of the alcohol, she thought of an idea, which seemed brilliant at the time - Body shots! The cute bartender immediately agreed, and with a sweeping motion, swept any glasses down the bar more, room for Hermione to lie down on top of. The alcohol in her system had long since gotten rid of any fears the old Hermione would've had, pulling herself, with the help of a cute guy who seemed familiar, up to lie down. Placing a shotglass of tequila in her cleavege, a white-blonde head licked her throat, sprinkled salt on it, and lifted his head to place a lime wedge in her mouth. As he did this, Hermione's breath caught in her throat as she saw him up close. Draco Malfoy. Draco bloody Malfoy was flirting with her, and about to take a shot off her. He obviously didn't notice her, which was easy because she wasn't the bushy-haired know-it-all goody Gryffindor anymore, Hermione decided this was just another chance to try out her new motto and thought, Fuck it!
Before she knew it, Draco had licked the salt seductively off her neck, tipped the shot back, and grabbed the lime out of her teeth, brushing his lips ever so lightly against hers. It literally sent tingles through her body. With that, she knew she wanted more, grabbing him round the neck, she pulled him back down to her and whispered in his ear, "you're coming home with me tonight," and pressed her lips to his, feeling the tingles all the way through her body, a warmth pooling in her core, a need for more. Their lips smashing together, she nibbled his bottom lip, seeking entrance, and he complied, opening his mouth and thrusting his tongue to fight with hers. Picking her up off the bar, without removing his mouth from hers, he carried her to a corner booth. Both not caring that they'd just vacated a very public area, stuck to each other at the mouth, he sat and she immediately straddled him, feeling his erection straining against his pants, seeking her warmth. His hands travelled up her dress, caressing her curves, kneading her breasts, playing with her nipples until they strained against her dress material. She began grinding on him, needing to be filled up, Jason could never really satisfy her, and he certainly never kissed her like this. Jason. Shit. What was she doing? She sobered up immediately. Abruptly pulling herself away, she straightened her clothes and sprinted from the bar as fast as she could before anybody could see her crying. Apparating home, she collapsed again, the same spot as the morning, sobbing into her hands. What am I doing? she thought, her heart beating rapidly. "Fuck you Jason!" she screamed, curling into a ball. "Fuck you!"