Chapter One
He knew it was wrong, he knew he should stop, but he couldn't. He was so damn obsessed with her. He loved her, so did he hurt her like this? He wished he could just turn back time, and take back what he did, and maybe he would have a chance at a real relationship with her, but who was he kidding? He was Pureblood, and she was dirt. Why was is that she was the one to capture his supposed black heart? Why did he ruin their relationship think this? As he thought of that night he thought of many times, a sick feeling settled in his stomach while he reminisced.
Draco Malfoy was sitting in the Great Hall eating his breakfast, and looking off into the distance, obviously thinking. There was a sudden noise from the entrance, and as he looked over, he saw Hermione Granger in the arms of her boyfriend Ron Weasley. He was tickling her, and she was laughing, explaining the noise. As the laughing continued, Draco Malfoy couldn't help but keep looking at her.
He noticed now, that her clothes have started to reveal more skin, probably to entice the Weasel, and once noticing that, he couldn't help but stare at her newly found body. Without even noticing, he had been staring at her until finally, she left the Great hall for her first class. As he turned away from the Mudblood, he noticed Pansy Parkinson staring at him across the table. "What were you looking at for so long?" she inquired. "I don't need to explain myself to you Parkinson! Don't you dare speak to me like that again!" he screamed at her. She quickly got up from the table, with a shocked look on her face.
He didn't know why he was so defensive towards her, but something told him that he wouldn't want his fellow Slytherins to know he was staring at Granger, no matter how sexy she was now, she was still beneath himself. That night, in his four poster bed, he found himself thinking about her halo of hair, or her golden brown eyes. Wait, since when did he know the colour of her eyes? Since when did he think of her hair as a halo instead of the rats nest it looked like. He suddenly realized what was happening to him, he was falling for the Mudblood. She was smart, almost as smart as him, and she was defiantly beautiful, but who was he kidding, nothing could ever happen between them, she was filth. But still, he couldn't stop thinking of the possibilities of her and him together in his bed.
The next day in the Great Hall while he was eating his Lunch, and absentmindedly staring as Granger again. He knew it wasn't good to feed his fantasies, but he couldn't help himself. As he was watching, Ron Weasley put his arm around her shoulder, and suddenly, he got an overwhelming urge to chop off that very hand. He was surprised at the way his thoughts had turned. He got up, and bolted out of the Great Hall. He ran to him common room and bolted to his bed were he lay down and tried to clear all the fantasies from him mind. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remove his thoughts for long.
This behaviour continued for two more weeks, and everyday, he left the Great Hall with the same thoughts he tried to desperately to rid himself of. He tried everything to cure himself, including sleeping with many Slytherin girls, but nothing couldn't rid or dilute what he felt every time he saw her. He spent countless hours in the shadows watching her from a distance, trying to work up the courage to talk to her, to tell her how he felt, but every time, he shot down the idea with the fact that he was superior to her. There must be something he could do. He couldn't stop this overwhelming lust he felt for her. No matter how many girls he laid, no matter now many times he insulted her, to her face, and in his mind, he couldn't stop the path his thoughts would eventually take.
Finally, Draco saw only one path he could take to cease his urges. Everyday at midnight, Granger comes from the library and walks down a secluded hallway to the Gryffindor tower. There he would be waiting, when everyone was asleep. That night, he was waiting in the hallway, 5 minutes before midnight, right in the middle of the hallway were she couldn't duck around him. About 5 minutes later, Hermione walked down the hallway, and stared blankly at Draco. "What are you doing here Malfoy?" Draco tried to think of what to say next, and finally settled with ."I need to tell you something" "Well, you can tell me later, I'm tired, and I want to go to bed" Hermione said as she turned to walk away. She couldn't walk away from him! Not Now! "NO! Don't go, you can't go!" Hermione turned around, "Well, I think you'll find that I can go, and I will, Goodnight Malfoy".
Draco was so angry, that he grabbed her roughly by the shoulder, and pulled her back. Hermione had a confused look on her face that quickly turned to anger. She started to wiggle away. After a few minutes, she tired herself out.
"What in God's name do you think your doing? Let me go!"
She tried once again to wiggle free, but Draco was to strong. He knew he shouldn't, by the look on her face as it turned anger to terror, which left Draco with only one option. He roughly kissed her on the mouth, throwing his arms around her shoulder so she couldn't get away. She was shoving him, but she could never break free. The kiss lasted a while, and when they broke apart Hermione's face was horrified.
"Bloody hell, what in Merlin's name was that?", but at the moment Draco couldn't stop himself because of the raging hormones pounding inside of him from the kiss.
He threw her against the wall, hitting her head as she fell onto the floor, unconscious. He took this opportunity to case a silencing charm on her, and to put traps at each end of the hall to make sure no one came down this way. He stopped to think of what he was doing, then quickly tied her up. As Hermione came around, her face filled with new terror as she noticed she was bound.
"Granger, I think I've fallen for you, and since there's no chance of a relationship, I guess this is the only way, I'm sorry for this"
Draco advanced on her, and as Hermione tried to scream, no sound escaped.
"No one can hear you scream Mudblood, I have you all to myself"
Draco said as he lowered himself onto her. Hermione's nails scratched Draco's back, leaving jagged cuts, but he didn't notice, because his fantasies were finally being fulfilled. Her face was full of agony, trying so desperately to escape. This was better than Draco could ever imagine, her body was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
An hour later, Draco was putting back on his robes, watching Hermione cry soundlessly. "Wasn't that enjoyable? Was it your first, or did the Weasel get to you first?"
Hermione nodded. "You know, if you tell anyone about this Granger, I will hurt you beyond what I did to you today" Draco said as he removed the silencing charm. Now he could hear her crying. "Why would you do that to me? No one ever has, you are disgusting!" She said as she lunged at him. Draco quickly shot a spell at her, sending her into the wall. "Don't try anything" Draco said, as he swept down the hall leaving her broken body lying in the middle of the hall.
