Okay! So this is my first fanfiction! Please be kind! I've also posted it on the harrypotterfanfiction as well! Anyways please read, enjoy and review!

Chapter 1:

Malfoy looked over at the Gryffindor table in disgust, his upper lip curled into an all-too familiar sneer. Merlin…he hated that sickly trio, the snivelling blood traitor with his weedy gangly body, the know-it-all Mudblood and well...Potter enough said.

They were now in their 7th and final year after the death of the Dark Lord. His father had been condemned to Azkaban with many of the other Death Eaters leaving him and his mother to pick up the pieces of his fathers beliefs. However Malfoy felt he could only be so grateful that the "Golden Trio" had essentially saved him after all the years of hatred on both sides it not just dissipate overnight. They had saved him from condemning himself to the life of a Death Eater, just to please his father, a man he feared more than the Dark Lord himself.

Unfortunately however his gratitude lasted only for about a minute right up until the moment he saw the look on Potter's stupid face and decided that they weren't going to become friends anytime soon. He watched the sappy display of giggles and smiles until he could bear it no longer and stood up to show them exactly why Draco Malfoy was feared. His peers at the table watched him in a mixture of awe and fear as he rose from the table and strode arrogantly over to their table although it ticked him off when he saw Blaise Zabini sporting a rather annoying grin on his face as he laughed and shook his head at his friend. After everything that had happened Zabini still remained his friend and he appreciated it more than ever when he saw Goyle without his constant companion.

Once he reached the table he noticed that they all had their backs turned away from him as if they were deliberately ignoring him or even just hadn't noticed him, either way it royally pissed him off.
"Potter" he growled in the most contemptible voice he could muster. "Could you please shut that air hole that is sat in the middle of your over-grown head? I can't enjoy my food properly with this disgusting display". Smirking at Harry's obvious dislike of him, he hardened his steely glare to make sure that Potter knew the feeling was completely mutual.

"Piss off Malfoy..."Ron tried to interject but Draco stopped him dead in his tracks
"Quiet you ugly ginger peasant or I'll will make you" he promised, pronouncing every syllable clearly. Ron continued to glare at him but Draco noted to his satisfaction that Weasley had indeed shut his overly large mouth and what's more he noticed, a huge smirk now formed on his face, that in his weedy over-grown neck there had been a ever so slight gulp and that behind his bright blue glare there was a twinge of fear, Gryffindor courage his arse…

However there was one well-spoken voice that interrupted, who was clearly not frightened, causing Malfoy to recall, with some recoil, the hideous scene where the person belonging to that voice had nearly broke his perfect nose.
"What do you want Draco? Other than to wind us up and generally spoil everyone's mood?" she glared up, seeing Malfoy catch a lick of colour to his pale cheeks, who clearly was displeased to hear someone of her status use his first name. A faint but audible 'oooooooooh' came from the Gryffindor table with a few giggles and snickers which quickly ended as Malfoy stared murderously down the table.
"Silence you filthy Mudblood" he hissed trying, with some desperation, to get some of the reaction he'd seen in Weasley from her but there was none, instead she replied back

"Draco, I'm sorry to disappoint you but I'm afraid we're not third years anymore and that insult won't really work now, especially since Voldemort is dead" she said pointedly smiling at the way Malfoy visibly flinched at the mention of his former master's name.

"If you really have this much free time why don't you spend it kicking some puppies or sucking face with dear old Pansy over there?"
He shuddered at the repulsive images that coursed through his mind which were even worse than Voldemort. He looked over to cast his eyes on Pansy Parkinson, mouth hanging open, eyes glazed over in his direction and practically drooling, trying to undress him with her eyes. He wrenched his eyes from the sight that made you wish you would go blind then have to look at it any longer and turned back to Granger.

"First off all I'd rather suck face with Weasley over here than…than…that" he snarled, smirking at the way Weasley gagged at the images that were now in his head.
"Just because you have been hailed as heroes of the wizarding world do you expect me to just bend down kiss your stinking Muggleborn feet? Are you trying to piss me off, Granger?"

Hermione returned his smirk with a devilish one of her own and spoke.
"Trust me Malfoy I couldn't bear the thought of a Pureblood such as you having to degrade himself to kiss my 'stinking Muggle-born feet' but now that you mention it, I thought I WAS pissing you off, I'll have to try harder next time" she said turning her grin onto full beam.

"Just you wait Granger; you'll see what happens when I'm really angry" he snarled.
"You turn green and burst out of your robes because I'msure Pansy would love to see that?" she chuckled, earning stifled laughter and cackles from the Gryffindor's. Malfoy was impressed although he hated to admit by her newfound confidence but he was going to make her regret making a fool out of him.

"Malfoy if you dare try to do anything to her I swear I'll…" growled Harry.
But Malfoy spat back almost immediately "What? What is the 'Chosen One' going to do? If you think I'm afraid of you then you really know nothing about me".
He then put his face close towards Hermione's hair, it had a sweet smell of vanilla, no doubt some Muggle concoction, he thought disgusted, it infected his nostrils

"...I'll be seeing you Granger" he growled and then he stood up with a cocky smirk planted on his face and strode off down the Hall, to begin plotting Hermione Grainger's descent into utter misery. He was going to make her beg for forgiveness if it was the last thing he did…

"God I hate him... you'd think he'd be a little bit more grateful" Harry hissed, shaking his head in disgust..."Are you alright Hermione?" He asked his emerald eyes narrowed in concern. Hermione smiled at her best friend
"I'll be fine, I doubt Malfoy will really try anything" she said though she was unsure who she was comforting. The heat of his breath was still warm on her neck …God she wanted to go wash herself right now...what was Draco going to do?