Chapter 1: Draco
Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Sex God and all-around Bad ass, has a problem. Although he has stunningly good looks, great hair, and a body only idiots wouldn't want to own, nothing can be his remedy. Draco Malfoy needed to fill the void of his desire and lust, even though she was dirty. She was brighter than all the rest of the 'Golden Trio' (the name nobody could place calling them) and had sexy wild beauty unhindered by trivial teenage girl problems.
He wouldn't dare tell anybody of this… passion. Since he was pending initiation of forever becoming a Death Eater, his sweet secret could turn sour for both of them; he would be chastised and she would be tortured. His sweet, buck-toothed angel would never see his smirk ever again.
It was their seventh year at Hogwarts. He was Head Boy while she became Head Girl. Of course, she didn't know this yet. His father had connections even while in Azkaban and forcefully brought forth this information from another school Governor. What Draco didn't know was that there would be a few new classes added to the curriculum: Dance, Parenting, Marriage, and then a few lessons of 'Muggle Interactions' would be studied abroad. The war had brought a Marriage Law that stated for Pure-Blooded Wizards and Witches to wed the Half-/Mixed-/Muggle-Bloods, causing Hogwarts to be extra prepared with the Marriage and Parenting Classes. This Law was also unknown by the students.
As the girls fawned over him, Draco became immune and cold. Who were they to fall in lust with him? He was Draco fucking Malfoy, rich boy extraordinaire. What he really wanted was someone exactly like Hermione. It was only lucky for him that his best friend, Blaise, dared him to entrap the mudblood and force her to fall in love with him. Not only that, but Voldemort also didn't seem to know of the Marriage Law and gave him the specific task of wooing the 'Gryffindor Princess'. To make his job even easier, the girl had cornered him a week after School began to suggest they start a 'purely physical' relationship, no strings attached whatsoever. Could life get any better?