Authors Note: Looking back on this story it had some good things about it, it's been five years though since i had written anything for it so I decided to go through do some changes and some editing. Not really sure if this is a story I'll keep up with the more I write it the less I seem to like it, but who knows, maybe I'll find my passion for it again.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters.
CHAPTER ONE
Wh-what?" Hermione stuttered, staring at him.
"I said we are over Hermione, you should have known this was going to happen, expecially when Pansy caught us. I have a reputation to uphold, what would the school, the magical world think if they find out Draco Malfoy is fucking a mudblood?" Draco asked keeping his voice calm and cold and his features indifferent. "Is that all I was to you Draco? Just a fuck?" she askeed her voice fillen with pain, her eyes pleading with him to say no, to tell her he really cared for her.
"Of course that's all it was Granger, a good shag, a warm place to stick my dick, getthat through your thick skull," he lied through his teeth. He liked her, hell he'd even go so far as to say he cared for her. Not enough though, not enough to ruin his oh so shiny reputation.
"Fuck you Malfoy," she spat.
"You already have sweet cheeks," he sneered back, leering down at her with that stupid smirk on his perfect face.
With nothing left he say he turned, surrounded by billowing robes. He left her there, alone and in the cold out by the lake, with absolutely no one. She shrunk down against the tree she had been leaning against. Pulling her knees to her chest, her head sank into her lap and she started to sob. She had loved that great prat. And he had left her, because of his "reputation" she thought bitterly to herself.
Hermione looked around after what had seemed like hours of crying, she realized how late it really must be. The moon was high in the pitch black sky glowing down on the dark grounds. She shakily got to her feet and began her short walk back to the castle to get to her Head Girls Dorm.
She held her head high as she walked into the common room, trying to ignore the stabbing pain she felt in her chest. It felt as if her entire being was getting ripped apart. That's when she heard it. Moaning. Female moaning. Coming for the Head Boys room, Dracos room. He had a girl in there with him. Bloody git!
Storming up to her room Hermione slammed her door shut so hard she swears that walls shook. Hermione stood in front of her mirror gazing at herself. He was going to realize what he had given up, even if she had to make him. He'd regret the day he ever laid eyes, or anything else, on Hermione Jane Granger.
Charming a pair of scissors to cut her hair while she went about the rest of her activites. She got her outfit for tomorrow together, choosing a black pencil skirt that went to just above the knee and hugged all her curves in all the right places she moved on to choosing a shirt. She decided on a white scoop neck sweater that also hugged her body, showing off quite a bit of cleavage and her generous breasts. To finish her look she chose a black womans tuxedo vest and black stiletto heels that had a ribbon strap that criss-crossed its way from her ankle to her mid-calf.
Looking in the mirror Hermione was very pleased with the way she looked. She thought she looked quite sexy, in a conservative hot librarian kind of way. She wasn't quite prepared to show off everything she had to offer yet. Her new haircut was beautiful, her wild mane that had been down to her butt was now a beautiful mess of defined curls down do her midback, her bangs fell straight and swooped to the right side covering part of her eye.
Smiling to herself Hermione slipped out of her clothes and into her night dress. Crawling into bed stupid smile still on her face she thought to herself. "I'm going to make Draco Malfoy jealous, and it's gunna be fun." She fell asleep that night with a smile on her face.