By:
DarkQueenBulmaChapter One
**Hermiones POV**
I never knew that your life could change so quickly. I never knew there were things out there more important than grades or listening and following rules. I really never understood what friendship, compassion,love was until my seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I became a totally different person that year. I don't know if it was the reality that I was leaving Hogwarts and I wanted to make it the best year yet, or the fact that I found what I had been missing. Either way, this is my story. It was the year that changed my life forever.
I raced to get my things ready. I should have been packed by now but I put it off till the last minute to go to a party the night before. My friends didn't want me to go back to Hogwarts, but it was my home. I'd of never consider not going back. My eyes were drooping, as I was still tired from the only two hours of sleep I have gotten. I threw my stuff into my trunk (though miraculously still neat) and dashed to my vanity for some last minute make-up.
I had changed a lot from last year. My hair wasn't so frizzy thanks to the 'Slick n Sleek Potion' I bought in Diagon Alley while getting my schoolbooks this year. I looked into the mirror now truly observing my overall change in looks. My hair wasn't the same chocolate brown. It was paper straight (though not thin) and it was now black with think burgundy highlights (an off-color of purple). It suited me well. My wardrobe had also changed a lot since last year. I no longer sported the schoolgirl uniform out of school, and on weekends. I was now equipped with a lot of black clothing. A truly gothique look, that I had to say, also suited me quite well. The only downfall to my new look was that if someone were to look at me in the wizarding world, they would automatically assume I was a Slytherin. Though, the thought of being in the once thought-to-be evil house (by me) used to be quite grotesque, it was now not so bad but I wouldn't go as far as to say I'd prefer to be in that house. No, all I was saying was that it didn't seem so bad now that I was in my last year of school.
'I wonder what Harry and Ron will think of my new change' I thought darkly, 'No doubt Harry will think I'm trying to be something I'm not.'
Ever since fourth year when I had dressed up for the Yule Ball, Harry and Ron had laughed at my change. They had said that I was being ridiculous and that I was just too smart to be like all the other girls. What they meant was, that I was to remain brainy and ugly so that I wasn't distracted from giving them the answers on their homework questions.
I sighed deeply. I had made a pact with myself as soon as summer let out that I wasn't going to be swayed by them any longer. I wanted to be normal for once. I wanted to let them know that I was also a girl and I could also be pretty. They'd soon see.
I bounded up to them in my leather skirt, thigh high boots, and black Slayer shirt. As soon as I approached them I flung myself into both of their arms once giving them hugs. My appearance sure had changed but I was the same Hermione both, Harry and Ron had remembered from their six other years at Hogwarts.
As soon as I had joined their group we hustled over to Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Fred, and George. We each gave their hugs and goodbyes to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and started to board the train. Fred and George motioned for me to come over to where they were standing apart from the others.
I was curious to know what these two pranksters wanted with me, to say the least.
"Seeing as to how this is your last year at Hogwarts," began Fred.
"And we wouldn't want you to miss out on all the fun," beamed George.
"We wanted you to have this Hermione," They chimed together.
"You've always been the one to get the butt end of all the fun so we thought you deserved this more then Harry or Ron," Fred told her quietly so that no one else heard, "It's a map of Hogwarts that has the secret rooms on it, not just the secret passageways out of the castle."
I smiled happily at both of them and hugged them each tightly. This was deffinately going to be the best year of my life, and maybe if I was lucky, a boy might take an interest in me.
"You don't know how much this means to me guys. This is exactly what I need this year," I told them, extatic with the gift.
"We thought you might," George said with a wink and then before my eyes, they both dissapparated with a small pop.
I smiled to myself wickedly. I wasn't going to tell Harry or Ron about this map. No, this was for me, and only me.
The whistles started blowing for all the kids to get on the train. I ran over and hopped on with the help of Harry and Ron who grabbed each my trunk and I. We all set off to find an empty compartment and soon enough we came to one, conveniently at the end of the train. I vaguely wondered where Ginny was as we shoved our trunks, a little messily into the compartments and plopped down for a hopefully uneventful journey back to Hogwarts. Ah, it felt good to be going back. I had missed that place all summer. Parties, drugs, and guys were fun, but nothing compared to Hogwarts. Up until my fourth year, I had worshipped Harry and Ron, and done everything with them, but I became more independent as the years went by, and I was deffinately going to be more so this year. I still loved them and all, but they were guys, and my best friends. I needed some female friends, and some guys that, well, you know.
For the most part it was uneventful, but no Hogwarts trip was the same with Malfoy ruining it by showing his slimy face in our compartment. Ferret boy walked in with his usual smirk in place, but lacking cronies. I wondered where they were. Probably terrorizing some of the other Gryffindors. Thought they could get a whole bunch at a time.
"Potter, Weasel, Mudblood" He said with a nod toward each of us. I just ignored him. He wasn't even worth looking up from my book for, so I didn't. I didn't look up to see how much he had changed, just like me.
I continued to keep the book I was reading covering my face, and the blanket around my body. It was always so damned cold on that train. However, Ron and Harry's attention snapped towards Malfoy almost before he walked into the compartment. They had a sixth sense for it.
"What do you want, Malfoy," Harry said evenly, monotone. Good job at making yourself look stupid, Harry, I sarcasticly applauded him silently. They both could be real idiots sometimes.
"Just to say hi to the lower-class people of Hogwarts," He replied with a sneer, "I see you're still hanging out with mudbloods and Weasels, Potter."
Hm. He's not much better, picking fights with people who can't even intelligently fight back. I sighed inwardly at that thought. As much as it pained me, I had to admit, Malfoys intelligence far outreached Harry and Rons.
I didn't even look up or give any acknowledgement that I had heard him, but just continued to keep my face hidden behind my book.
Ron growled deeply and stood up, "I think you should leave. No one wants you here."
Another point to the dream team. I rolled my eyes beneath my book.
I wondered if they would ever gain any common sense, or wit. I doubted it. I was in the middle of thinking of a way to get rid of Malfoy before the brutes resorted to physical violence, or worse, magical violence, when my book was snatched from my face.
I blinked slowly, still staring at the place my book had been then slowly looked toward Malfoy with my deep eye lined eyes. I stared directly in his eyes and said "My book" very coldly. My book then flew back into my hands and I redirected my attention back to my book without a further glance at Malfoy. Ha! point to Hermione, oh yeah!
"The mudblood is scared to look at me, I see" he said to no one in particular.
I again ignored this comment, which Harry and Ron thought was pretty funny. They snickered with their hands over their faces. Dorks.
Malfoy paid them no attention. His attention was directed right at where my face should be showing, but wasn't due to the overly large book in front of my face.
He stared only a few moments then hurriedly left the compartment. I laid down my book as soon as he left.
"I wonder where his cronies were," I pondered out loud. I was still confused on that one. Should of asked him myself.
"Yeah," Ron said, "It's not like he could take us by himself, isn't that right Harry?"
"Yeah! There's no way he'd actually be able to take ONE of us on, let alone three," Harry boasted proudly.
Gods, being their best friend was frightening at times. I worry I'll end up as brainless as them.
I was ignoring them further as they went into a discussion on what curses and hexes they would use on Malfoy if he came back. I was thinking deeply to herself.
'Malfoys changed somehow,' I had thought secretly, 'He feels like he's empty. There's nothing there.'
It was so strange. When I'm around people, I feel emotion. I'm a strange empathic. I've never told anyone that before, though, it's just kind of always there. I know when people are angry, or upset, and I've even felt some weird emotions before, but I've never felt nothing. I mean, no one can be emotionless, right?
I mentally shrugged and joined Harry and Ron's conversation about quidditch for once. It wasn't amusing.
Soon the train came to a halt and it was time to start yet another year at Hogwarts. Hopefully for me, it would be the best year ever. I had a good feeling.
I got separated from Ron and Harry as they got off the train. I looked around the station for them but couldn't find them. I didn't worry about it too much though. I'd see them at the feast. The carriages were starting to take off so I just decided to catch up with them in the great hall.
I hopped into what seemed to be an empty carriage just as it took off, but it wasn't empty at all. Oh how I wish it had been.
"Granger," came a drawling voice, "Nice of you to join me."
The devil in the flesh. I rolled my eyes and pulled out a small book the size of my hand and began to read from midway into the book.
"Don't start that again," he said grumpily.
"Hmph" was my only reply.
We rode the rest of the way in silence, thank the gods, and when we got out of the carriage, Malfoy offered his hand to me to help me down. Oh yeah, like I'd fall for that one.
I glared at him and stepped down all by myself, leaving him there with his arm extended. Another point for, Hermione.
By the time the feast had started, Harry and Ron had reappeared and they were sitting at their usual seats at the Gryffindor table eating everything they could reach. I joined them at the table but instead of eating, I opted to read a book, which wasn't a big surprise to anyone at the table so they didn't even bother looking at the book name. It was called "Dark Magick: Experts Guide. Truth be told, I had formed a bit of an eating disorder over the summer (and a love for dark magick, but we'll get to that later in the story). I rarely ate anything, and if I did, I purged it. It wasn't something I was proud of but it kept me perfect.
"As you all know," Dumbledore started, "This is the second Triwizard Tournament here at Hogwarts in fifty years. You must put your names in by the Halloween feast. Only those in the sixth and seventh year may put their names in, and must be at least sixteen. We'll discuss it more in depth when the time comes, now off to bed, all of you! Prefects lead the first years to your dormitories. Head boy and girl, please meet me in the first floor corridor in ten minutes."
I got up from the table and headed towards the door where everyone was shuffling out heading for their dorms. I'd probably enter. I doubt I'd get it though. More than likely, Harry would get it again.
"You're head girl, 'Mione?" Ron said though not very shocked.
"Of course," Harry said.
They both shrugged as I headed to the first floor corridor.
'What did he mean by "Of course" ', I thought to myself, though, I already knew. I mean, I wasn't conceided, but I was the smartest person in all of the school.
By the time I got to the first floor, everyone had already moved on to bed. The corridor was empty except for me. It was kind of spooky there, I mean, the candles were all lit casting flickering shadows. I liked it. I wondered vaguely where Dumbledore and head boy was.
'Wonder who the head boy is this year.'
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs I had just occupied. Dumbledore came into view, then none other than Draco Malfoy. I groaned inwardly. No way can I share a fucking common room with him. Just my luck. The term hasn't even begun and already my year is ruined.
"Are you alright, Ms. Granger," Dumbledore asked kindly.
"Yes, Professor," I said syrupy sweet.
"Alright then, if you will follow me, I will show you to your new common room," He said brightly. Damn that man.
"We're getting our own common rooms?" Draco asked monotone.
"Yes, well, the both of you will be sharing one," he replied while starting off down the hall. Uh huh, this'll be great. He'll be dead by morning.
My eyes flashed coldly at Malfoy who in return sneered at me. Sexy. Wait, what? Yeah, exactly, what the hell was I thinking? I looked straight ahead and didn't bother looking at him again. He wasn't worth getting angry over, or turned on. I shivered, this wasn't good at all.
I had, had some problems over the summer with anger management. My parents had gone as far as to seek 'professional help' for me. Bullshit if you ask me. I had beaten the living daylights out of a girl a couple years older then me. It, of course, wasn't my fault though. I would never just attack someone for no reason. I mean, unless they were Malfoy. I grinned inwardly. Anyways, the girl was a catholic priests daughter, so no one believed I had been attacked first. How sterotypical. I was quite strong for a girl, and spent a lot of time doing underground fighting. They had rings all around my town. People would come and bet on the fighters and cheer them on to win. At first, people ridiculed me for entering, but soon shut their mouths about it. I was good, and no one could rebut that. Soon I had acquired a nice 'bad' reputation.
Dumbledore stopped in the middle of a corridor with one single suit of armor gracing the walls.
Dumbledore stood in front of the suit of armor and said, "Let me in". My one eyebrow quirked up slightly. What a password. It came to life and walked out of the way revealing a hole in the wall. It looked as if someone had just taken a huge hammer and busted a hole in the wall. Could be possible, you never know with Hogwarts. That's what I loved about it. At home, everythings so predictable. Both my parents are dentists for crying out loud, but here, I never know what's going to happen. It's a great feeling.
"This is where I leave you two. Enjoy yourselves," Professor Dumbledore told us and then he was off humming a muggle opera tune to himself. Oh, I'll enjoy myself. Enjoy beating the shit out of Malfoy as soon as he says one wry word to me.
I cut right in front of him as he was in the midst of climbing through the hole. He glared at me back and I knew it. It brought a small smirk to my face. I found the door to my dorm and walked in without one word to Draco Malfoy.
My room was...gorgeous. It was done completely in a black/gray/pearl pink combination. The walls were black and they were trimmed with pearl pink. The doors to the bathroom, closet, and the room itself were all gray, as was the ceiling.
My bed was completely black except for the two pink pillows. I was gushing with emotion. Myr trunk had been brought up to her so I threw it open and got out some clothes and my CD player. I threw off the clothes I was wearing and put my headphones on. I was quite fond of the muggle music called metal. I stalked around my room a bit in the nude. Felt good. Finally, I grabbed a towel and pajamas and headed for the bathroom.
I threw open the door while making sure I had my toothbrush and closed the door behind me. I laid my stuff on the bathroom counter and looked up. Malfoy was standing there with nothing but a towel wrapped dangerously low around his hips. His hair was combed back and I realized now, he had slight blue streaks in his pale white hair. Water droplets were dripping out of his hair and rolling temptingly down his well-defined chest and stomach. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, I screamed in my head. I'm seeing Malfoy partly naked and I like it. Holy shit, this is not good. Wait, I'M naked. Hmph, well, I need a shower, and it looks as if he's done.
I made no move to scream or look away. I just stood there as naked as the day I was born and clearly said, "Get out, I need a shower". Most girls would have squealed and ran out, but I wasn't afraid or ashamed of my body. He could look and enjoy all he wanted, knowing he could never touch it. Heh. That's right buddy, never! How wrong, I was.
He smirked at me and pulled his eyes from my head to my toes very slowly taking in my whole form. What scrutiny, I didn't expect this. He trailed them back up to my face.
"Don't ever try something like that again. I'm not to be intimidated, now get out before I hex you so bad you won't be able to play quidditch for a month," I had told him so stonily, I was sure I felt a cold breeze come through the steamy bathroom.
He grabbed both my arms and lifted them above my head causing my chest to heave up further than it already was. I again made no change in facial features but just stared at him coldly. It was my way. Gods, he still felt empty, what is this? I have to know. It feels so wonderful.
"Put me down Malfoy or you will regret it," I told him. What I really wanted at that moment was for him to throw me against the wall and ravage my fucking brains out. I couldn't give in to THAT temptation. Sex with the enemy wasn't a good thing, I think.
"I very well doubt that Granger, but since you seem to be so comfortable in this attire, why don't you join me in my room. I can put you to use," he said with a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. Well, damn, I didn't see that coming. Man, oh man, oh man, oh man, I WANTED HIM BAD, but I held firm and didn't grab that perfectly shaped, tight ass of his and...that thought shouldn't be finished.
Again, nothing. Not even a blush. Man, this was getting tough, I was sure the lust was going to show in my eyes, face, and...other places, but it didn't. Damn, I'm good.
He just let me go and stared at me for a minute. What was he doing now?
"What's in the CD player?" He asked casually, as if this was just small talk between friends.
My expression finally changed into a 'What-the-fuck'. It wasn't exactly nice, but it was a change. I mean, where the hell did that come from?
"Could you leave now," I said frowning coldly, "I need a shower."
Gods, I need to get rid of him before I do something I'll regret.
He frowned at me but turned to leave all the same. Thank the gods, I had muttered.
"Watch yourself mudblood, I'm not to be reckoned with," he told me opening the door to the bathroom from the door leading to his room. Psh, and I'm the tooth fairy. He may think he's tough, but I can guarantee, I'm much tougher.
"Neither am I, Ferret," I threw out at him coolly.
He shut the door. I laughed quietly.
I rolled my eyes and got into the shower. This was going to be the longest year of my life, I had thought.
I woke up late for my classes the next day. I had been up all night thinking about stuff I shouldn't have. Mainly, brutally raping my neighbor. I didn't have time for breakfast so I just hurriedly got dressed and grabbed my books.
"Where are you going," came a voice behind me, just as I was climbing out of the hole to go to my first class. Shouldn't he be gone to class by now?
I sighed in exasperation and turned to him giving him the same cold glare that I had used thus far. I think it worked quite nicely.
"I'm going to class, you moronic fool," I said calmly. Was he skipping, or what? Oh, we could skip together, in my room, under the...DOH. I slapped myself mentally. What is going on here.
"Classes don't start til tomorrow, Granger", he told me just as calmly. Damn, he's good.
"You lie?" I questioned.
"Whatever you say, Granger," he replied back before slumping back on the couch he was sitting on and put his headphones back on. He's listening to muggle music? That's interesting.
I believed him but, only because he was still in his pajamas and he wasn't going to classes. Besides, he hates me, why would he keep me with him any longer than I had to be.
I didn't have anything to do for that day. I had thought about going to see Ron and Harry but I knew they wouldn't be there, but out on the quidditch field. Besides, I had enough of them the day before on the train. It'd be another couple of days before I needed my Harry and Ron fix, or maybe never.
'Guess I'll train,' I had thought to myself. It's what I always did when I was bored.
There was plenty of empty space in the common room so I headed off to my room to get my stuff. I changed into a black spandex suit for easy mobility and grabbed my wand. The back of my head was aching, and I had vaguely wondered why before I got to the common room. Once there I raised my wand and said "Horcata punching bag", and then threw the wand aside. A large, black punching bag appeared suspended in mid-air. I proceeded to attack it with a series of punches and spin kicks. That was how I stayed in shape, baby, and boy did it feel good to burn. Every move I made brought a new burning sensation to my limbs. It was the best feeling in the world. Better than sex, even, but how would I have known that? My breasts were heaving slightly, for I was out of breath, yet I continued on, feeling the resistance of my body. It sure didn't like this. I moved catlike. The body suit left nothing to the imagination. I was built, that was for sure. My body having every right curve a woman could have, at least, that's what I had been told.
I was about to punch the bag once more, when he grabbed my arm. I had no idea what he was doing but he wasn't going to do it. I flipped around and punched him in the face. His cheeck imediately swelled up. His eyes flashed and he grabbed both my arms and pushed me. I would have fell on my ass, but I grabbed his forearms with my hands and pulled him down with me. Malfoy fell right on top of me but instead of staying in that position, I flipped us over once, and we were left with Malfoy on his back, me straddling him, pinning his arms above his head. Oh yeah, I liked this position.
"What was that you were doing, Malfoy," I spat venomously.
"Me, you cold hearted bitch. I was just going to ask you where you learned those moves," he responded none too happy. Once again, and I'm the tooth fairy. I didn't trust this kid, but that always made for better love. Man, I really was a wild one.
He was getting angrier by the moment, I could tell, and then, he decided to take control of matters. He pushed up hard and we flipped once more. We were now in the opposite position. Malfoy straddling me with me arms pinned above her head. This position was good too.
Our bodies were pressed so closely together, I could feel him against me. Shit, I wanted him. I don't think he noticed the sexual tension he was creating for me, and I was still just feeling emptiness from him.
"Get off me, Draco, or you will regret every moment you defy me," I said into his face using his first name casually, to make sure he knew I wasn't afraid of him. I had to get out of this position without making it look like I was running, because if I didn't, I was bound to rip his clothes off.
"I'm sure, Granger, and I'm your fairy godmother," he said sarcasticaly, making fun of her words. Oh, he's good, but not good enough.
"We all have our fantasies," I said throwing the joke back at him. Ha!
Only his right cheek flushed pink, for his left one was already red from where I had punched him. How cute.
"He blushes," I continued, "Maybe he is human."
"If I'm blushing, it's only because I'm ashamed that I'm touching a mudblood like you," he said to me harshly. Oh, that's the end, fuck it. I was going to murder him with my bare hands! Screw fucking magic. I pulled my arm free and clocked him right in the nose.
The thing he did next suprised the hell out of me. I knew he was evil but I had no idea that he was so dishonorable. I loved it, but I wouldn't tell him that. He slapped me across the face. Hard enough to leave a bruise. Oh, then it was on. I was ready to punch him again but he stopped my hand and pinned me to the ground, straddling my waist, yet again.
"Granger," he said a bit huskily though I had no idea why at the time. "If we're to stay in this living arrangement, we're going to have to get a few things straight."
Oh jesus. Was he giving my an ultimatum? Like he could ever frighten me. Nothing frightened me. . .except myself. It was true. I was totally terrified of myself and for good reasons too, but that's later in my story.
"One, don't ever hit me. It's not a smart thing to do, Ju Ju Fruit, and I know you're a smart girl, and two, stay in your room if you're going to do this. . .I don't feel like getting punched in the face everytime you do it."
With that he got off me leaving me lying there on the floor watching him walk back to his room. What a sexy ass. I slapped myself. . .literally. 'I'm such a moron' I had thought. I had no idea how right I was. For ever getting involved with Draco Malfoy. He ruined my life forever, but at the time, I didn't know that, nor would I know that for months to come.