AN: Hey guys! This is my first fanfic, so its naturally my first dramione story. Let me know what you think about this first chapter, and we'll see where it goes from there!
Hermione froze in terror at the prospect of Draco being Head Boy. "There's no way in hell, Malfoy!" Her number one tormentor was already her intellectual equal- her only intellectual equal, except for perhaps Snape- and, though she had pushed the thought out of her mind, a sexy bastard. But she would have separate dormitories as Head Girl, and she had to share a common room with that sexy bastard, and she had to put up with getting glares from his eyes- those beautiful, stormy gray, perfect-
Hermione cover up her face and screamed as loud as she could. Draco merely gave her his signature smirk before responding. "Granger, did you really think they wouldn't pick me? I mean, I'm smart, responsible-"
"Wasn't too responsible being on the wrong side of the war, Malfoy" The girl responded. He continued, acting like he hadn't heard her.
"-and I'm the only guy that can make all of the girls at that pig pen of a school girls melt just by smirking- well, their knickers get a good soaking, too, but that's besides the point." Draco finished satisfied that he had covered everything.
Hermione couldn't take it. " You don't have that effect on everyone, Malfoy," She retorted as they went to their common room. His eyebrow went into a high arch, his smirk becoming a playful grin. His eyes were mischievous, and Hermione had to use all her willpower to look away.
Draco's hand grabbed hers. She tried to yank it away, but her a a firm grip on it. "Don't you dare, you Ferret!" Hermione yelped, trying to shove him away. Her heart was beating faster and faster with each passing moment. She refused to look at him.
"Now,now, Granger. If I don't affect you, then this won't be a problem, will it?" Draco took his other hand and forced her to look at him. She didn't dare open her eyes or part her lips in any way. She was trying so hard to be a good little girl, but he was making near impossible for her to behave! Draco thought she was afraid. "What's the matter, Granger? Scared?"
Her voice quivered as she forced a quick response, his hang still holding her head up by her chin. "No! I just don't want to kiss a-" She was cut off by a pressure against her lips, a light one at that. Draco was snogging her!
"Shut-up, Granger." He growled, kissing her even deeper. She struggled and struggled against him, but finally, when his tongue entered her mouth, she gave in, and started to kiss back. Before long, her back was against a wall as his hands began to explore her body. She was wearing a short, sexy dress (Head Boy and Head Girl wore whatever they felt like wearing) so it wasn't long until his hands were rubbing her inner thighs tenderly, the two still passionately snogging, their tongues dancing rhythmically back and forth in their mouths. This is wrong, this is Malfoy, I shouldn't be doing this! Hermione frantically thought just before one of Draco's hands slid into her Knickers, massaging her crotch with two fingers. At that moment, she didn't care anymore. After a few minutes, she had lost all self control. She reached don, trying to undo Draco's pants, at which point her stopped everything and backed away, cleaning off his hand with his mouth. Then, hearing Hermione's whimpers and shuddering breath, he put on his smirk again. Picking up his books from where he left them, he walked towards the stairs leading to his room. Right before he walked up, he turned around to wink at Hermione.
"Hey, Granger? I told you I could make any girl melt, as well as make the girl soak her knickers. You're welcome." Leaving the breathless girl against the wall, he walked up to his room, very happy with himself for getting Granger so well. Still' he felt a twang of guilt for doing that to her against her will. But she enjoyed it, and she got proven wrong. That's all you needed, right? The little devil on his shoulder cackled gleefully,. And still, Draco couldn't help but wonder what he sparked tonight.
Hermione laid there by the wall, slowly falling for the ferret. She hated it, she hated him! Yet there she was, her lips bruised and her wrist red where he had held it, beginning to like the boy she had been at war with since she was eleven.
This was a new year at Hogwarts. This is where things change. This, she thought, might just be the start of something more.
