Not my characters but my plot. Attempting to revive this story by revising the earlier chapters in hopes of inspiration striking!

Setting: Seventh year, both Hermione and Draco are heads.

WOMANIZER

I'm Draco Malfoy. I wear the word "womanizer" proudly on my belt buckle (I would not actually try to put that on my belt buckle, because I think "cocky" works just fine), but I must confess I have one weakness. My Achilles heel is when a woman is about to take a bath. Nothing is sexier than the image of a strategically placed towel covering the most intimate parts of a woman's body. Bare shoulders seduce the mind, while toned calves lead the eye to delicate ankles (oh man do I love ankles). Just thinking about the slim wrists of the legs leads me to half a dozen scenarios, some of them not even sexual, at first. It is the combination between the lack of modesty and pure sensual desire of a woman's skin that makes me so hard that I cannot see straight, which is so wrong. I should not love anything about a woman other than her naked and panting.

The problem that I have is that this is the one fantasy that I have never been able to replicate. I usually leave before they have a chance to even wake up, let alone bathe. That was until I started sharing a suite with Granger. I know it is sick and perverted but I've always secretly wanted to put her in her place, to be above her. When I was twelve the context of wanting to be above her was in a figurative sense, being better at school, lineage, and in magical abilities was enough to stroke my ego. I wanted her to wallow in the dirt that I let her inhabit. Now, I just want to be above her in every sense of the phrase, I wanted her to stroke my ego rather than by my own hand. This time I'll pound her into a mattress rather than dirt, even though I don't mind getting down and dirty. Just ask Lavender about that one time in the Forbidden Forest.

Where was I? Oh yeah Granger. The damn witch also prances around the common room in that blasted towel, of course you do have to cross the common room in order to reach the bathroom, but that is beside the point. I do not need to see that much of her filthy, muggle-loving, creamy, delectable skin. I am so confused, I don't know whether to gouge my eyes out or indulge myself with her taintedly luxurious skin.

I just have no clue why she taunts me with her body, did she not hear about my reputation? Does she not fantasize about me? All I know is that I cannot hold the position of WOMANIZER if the one woman I want will not have me. I will have her you see, we will bathe, fuck, and I will dump her, probably in that order. It is awful getting dumped when you still have their scent and cum all over you, when you thought that this moment meant forever? Yeah I would not know either.

Just another round in tag, shag, and drag. That phrase always pops into my head, although I really have no idea what it means. I think the tag is like marking her as yours, the shag is obviously to sex her up, and a drag is what you need when you leave her cold in the sheets. Either way I will have Granger's ankles wrapped around my waist (I know weird I have a fascination with ankles, but what can you expect from a womanizer besides great sex?) and my name written forever upon her lips. As she screams my name in ecstasy, what she will really be screaming is my title as a womanizer. May the games begin!

Please review, I want to know what you think. I started this story a while ago and it always mirrored the way I saw the world. This is just a small precursor, as Draco's inner monologue reveals itself to the audience. May you all enjoy as I attempt to reconstruct this story. Reviews also keep an author happy and writing!