Grey orbs that no one else possessed. The ones that captivated her,
belonged to the person she despised more than anything. The person that
made her skin crawl at each glance or even simple thought of him.
Draco Malfoy.
Hermione Granger sat in class, staring absently at the blonde Slytherin as he stirred the potion with care. She noticed the way his hair fell into his eyes as he concentrated on making the potion perfect. How his pale skin glowed in the little light the dungeon had. He wasn't like any other boy she knew. Not only outside, but in.
"Ms. Granger," Snape said sternly as he stood in front of her.
Hermione shook the thoughts about Draco out of her mind and let out a meep as she realized that her potion had turned into an awful shade of purple, when it was supposed to be green.
"Ten points from Gryffindor. I advise you start paying more attention in class, seeing that exams aren't far away."
Hermione bit her lip in fury as Professor Snape walked back to his desk.
He was right though. Hermione had been losing her focus in the past few weeks. It was her 7th and final year at Hogwarts, when she should've been working hard, but instead she was distracted...
Looking around the classroom, she noticed everyone else's cauldrons. She was the only one that had actually screwed up. Not something the old Hermione Granger would've done. She would've easily passed with flying colors, but she couldn't seem to get her mind focused.
She only wished Harry and Ron were with her at that moment, but It was advanced potions, and they had decided that they weren't going to spend unnecessary time being there.
As Hermione tried desperately to fix her potion, Draco noticed her sudden frantic state, and dropped the mandrake roots. It wasn't everyday Draco Malfoy, spokesman for purebloods; hater of all mudbloods, dropped his things and wondered what was wrong with the honorary mudblood of all Hogwarts; but he wanted to torment her. He wanted to make her beg for his help. Twisted one he was.
He coolly headed over to her, his robes billowing behind him. Just like a snake, he kept his eyes fixated on her, watching her every move; waiting to strike if necessary.
"Has the head girl finally found herself in a fraught?" Draco asked with a smirk, as he leaned his elbows down on the table.
Hermione's head darted up as he addressed her. A natural sneer made its way onto her lips as she stared at the boy who had graced her with his presence.
"Well?" He asked again.
Ignoring his antics, Hermione stirred the potion three times counter- clockwise, and with her free hand, wiped beads of sweat off of her forehead.
"Granger, I asked you a question," Draco stated firmly.
Finally Hermione made eyecontact with the monster and cocked an eyebrow.
"Don't you have to be shagging one of your sluts, Malfoy? I'm trying to work. Go bother someone else," Hermione spat.
Draco's lip curled into that infamous sneer and he made his way around to stand beside her. Moving strands of hair out of her eyes, he moved close so that no one could hear the words between the two.
"If I were you, Granger, I'd watch what you say to me. I'm sure you haven't forgotten who my father is. Or what I'm capable of."
Hermione went frigid at his statement, and stopped moving all together. Draco noticed the effect he had, and couldn't help as his smirk grew. He ran his hands down her arms and sighed.
Not wanting to take anymore, Hermione jerked away from him and headed to the other side of the table. She made sure not to take a look at him, but instead finished up her potion until it was perfect.
Draco stood there in anger. After a few moments had passed, he went to his table and packed up his things. Making sure to put some of the potion in a tube, he set it on Professor Snapes desk, and left without a word.
Professor Snape gaped as the blonde stormed out of the room. But Draco being who he was, he didn't say a word, but instead went back to his desk and continued marking papers.
When class was finally let out, Hermione put a tube of her own potion on Snapes desk.
As she left the classroom a sigh of relief left her lips. Classes were done for the day, and she was planning to spend her evening at the pitch watching Harry and Ron practice with the Quidditch team. She knew that would cheer her up after the Malfoy incident.
Hermione hadn't even made it past the 6th floor, when he heard a cold voice from behind her.
"I don't like to be fucked with Granger. After seven long years, you should know that," He said.
She didn't bother to turn, or even stop, but continued down the corridor. His footsteps were getting louder and louder as he attempted to catch up with her.
"Stop, Granger!" He demanded.
But it wasn't till she reached the final staircase, almost home free, that he grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him. They were so close that she could feel his chest heaving in and out at his every breath.
Hermione stared up at the dragon, as his fingernails dug into her arms. The years had changed Draco since his first year. In his first year Hermione remembered how he was lanky, not too tall, and sort of weasel-faced. Now in his seventh year he was toned from all the years of Quidditch. He had become taller than most boys in school, an impressive 6'3. And his face had chiseled into a strong, bold, and captivating one. Girls would give up their most desired possessions, even themselves to be with him. To touch him.
Except Hermione. She loathed him.
Not daring to say a word, she didn't protest as he led her up the steps, and around the corner. She had no idea where he was taking her, but the seventh floor was Gryffindor territory, so one of her friends was bound to pass them at some point.
Draco pushed her up against a wall, and prevented her from escaping as he placed his arms on either side of her frame.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione finally got out.
He smirked and simply pushed his body against hers, feeling each delicate curve.
"You know."
Hermione raised cocked an eyebrow in confusion and shook her head.
"No. I don't know."
Draco slid one of his legs in-between her thighs and watched as Hermione's expression turned from confused to flustered.
"What I wanted that night. When I accidently stumbled into your room. Remember? After the party? Or were you too wasted to remember," Draco said as if this was something he did everyday.
A small noise made its way out of her throat as she stared at him with disbelief. He knew. He knew her deepest, darkest secret. Hermione shook her head violently and bit her lip to keep from crying.
"Malfoy, please, you can't tell anyone about that. It would ruin everything," she pleaded.
"Exactly. Imagine the look on poor Ginny's face when she finds out her best friend slept with her boyfriend. Oh and Ron! Imagine what'll the bloat will say when he finds out his two best friends betrayed him. It'll be a sight to see."
A horrified expression made its way onto her face as she remembered the night he was talking about. It hadn't exactly been all her fault... but there could've been prevention.
"So you do remember?" Draco asked with a grin.
"I'll do anything." Hermione said absently.
That seemed to be the answer Draco had been searching for. He grabbed her arm and led her through the corridors. Hermione looked around frantically, and took in a deep breath. She knew she had gotten herself in deep, but how deep she was still wondering about. Draco was capable of more than what any other average seventeen year old was.
Before she knew it, they were standing in front of a portrait of a tiny girl in a white dress. Hermione started in awe of the picture. The girl had a resemblance to her in some ways, but the picture itself was beautiful. Blinking, she heard Draco mutter the password (incontaminatus), and held in her breath as she was led into a dark room.
The bedroom of a dragon.
"Why are we here?" She muttered, but didn't expect an answer.
"To discuss our relationship," Draco stated as he slumped down casually in a leather arm chair.
"Our relationship?! Malfoy, you're out of your mind," Hermione yelled.
The dragon watched her in amusement as he ran his fingers along the chair.
"You did say anything."
That seemed to shut her up. Draco smirked at winning the battle, and ushered her to take a seat across from him.
Hermione sat down on the other armchair, and fiddled nervously with her skirt. So many twisted things were running through her mind. Draco was capable of so many things, and she only hoped he would be the least disgusting possibility.
"I was thinking, well, an act," He started, "You could pass off as my adoring girlfriend to the whole school, to my parents, to your parents. Even have the responsibilities of a girlfriend."
Hermione stared wide-eyed at his proposal. Draco simply ignored it and continued on.
"The second though that you tell anyone about it being an act, I swear your dirty little secret will be told to the entire school, causing the official breakup of the 'golden trio'."
It took her awhile to answer. She couldn't necessarily refuse, but she was dreading when she actually said she agreed. Draco watched her and smirked. Having Hermione Granger tend to his every beck and call was going to be the highlight of all his years at Hogwarts. She was so high-strung, so full of herself, now she had no other choice but to confide in him.
Draco stood up from his chair and headed over to her. He picked her up and lifted her chin up to look at him.
"Agreed?"
Hermione nodded.
At that very moment, her world changed. Draco had her wrapped around his finger, and was going to milk the situation for all it was worth.
Being the twisted fuck that he was, Draco caught her off guard and glued his lips to hers. The kiss wasn't gentle, but bruising and hurtful. He held her arms tightly to keep her from squirming out of his grip. Hermione tried biting his lip, but that only seemed to add to his desires. Finally after a few moments, he pulled away, and wiped a bit of blood of the side of his mouth.
"Fiesty one you are, Granger."
She didn't say a word, instead looked to the floor.
"I want you to eat dinner with me tonight at the Slytherin table. It'll be like a... coming out thing. You and I. Draco and Hermione," Draco had a wicked grin upon his face as he looked toward her, "Has a nice ring to it. Well, I'm done with you for now. Go get cleaned up."
Hermione didn't need telling twice. She grabbed her bag, and darted out of his room as fast as she could. The emotions she felt couldn't be explained in words. She was angry, empty, and sorry. She couldn't get Ron and Harry off her mind. She was protecting them, but at the sametime hurting them from being with Draco.
She finally let herself cry when she reached her room.
The mess she had gotten herself was beyond repair.
Draco Malfoy.
Hermione Granger sat in class, staring absently at the blonde Slytherin as he stirred the potion with care. She noticed the way his hair fell into his eyes as he concentrated on making the potion perfect. How his pale skin glowed in the little light the dungeon had. He wasn't like any other boy she knew. Not only outside, but in.
"Ms. Granger," Snape said sternly as he stood in front of her.
Hermione shook the thoughts about Draco out of her mind and let out a meep as she realized that her potion had turned into an awful shade of purple, when it was supposed to be green.
"Ten points from Gryffindor. I advise you start paying more attention in class, seeing that exams aren't far away."
Hermione bit her lip in fury as Professor Snape walked back to his desk.
He was right though. Hermione had been losing her focus in the past few weeks. It was her 7th and final year at Hogwarts, when she should've been working hard, but instead she was distracted...
Looking around the classroom, she noticed everyone else's cauldrons. She was the only one that had actually screwed up. Not something the old Hermione Granger would've done. She would've easily passed with flying colors, but she couldn't seem to get her mind focused.
She only wished Harry and Ron were with her at that moment, but It was advanced potions, and they had decided that they weren't going to spend unnecessary time being there.
As Hermione tried desperately to fix her potion, Draco noticed her sudden frantic state, and dropped the mandrake roots. It wasn't everyday Draco Malfoy, spokesman for purebloods; hater of all mudbloods, dropped his things and wondered what was wrong with the honorary mudblood of all Hogwarts; but he wanted to torment her. He wanted to make her beg for his help. Twisted one he was.
He coolly headed over to her, his robes billowing behind him. Just like a snake, he kept his eyes fixated on her, watching her every move; waiting to strike if necessary.
"Has the head girl finally found herself in a fraught?" Draco asked with a smirk, as he leaned his elbows down on the table.
Hermione's head darted up as he addressed her. A natural sneer made its way onto her lips as she stared at the boy who had graced her with his presence.
"Well?" He asked again.
Ignoring his antics, Hermione stirred the potion three times counter- clockwise, and with her free hand, wiped beads of sweat off of her forehead.
"Granger, I asked you a question," Draco stated firmly.
Finally Hermione made eyecontact with the monster and cocked an eyebrow.
"Don't you have to be shagging one of your sluts, Malfoy? I'm trying to work. Go bother someone else," Hermione spat.
Draco's lip curled into that infamous sneer and he made his way around to stand beside her. Moving strands of hair out of her eyes, he moved close so that no one could hear the words between the two.
"If I were you, Granger, I'd watch what you say to me. I'm sure you haven't forgotten who my father is. Or what I'm capable of."
Hermione went frigid at his statement, and stopped moving all together. Draco noticed the effect he had, and couldn't help as his smirk grew. He ran his hands down her arms and sighed.
Not wanting to take anymore, Hermione jerked away from him and headed to the other side of the table. She made sure not to take a look at him, but instead finished up her potion until it was perfect.
Draco stood there in anger. After a few moments had passed, he went to his table and packed up his things. Making sure to put some of the potion in a tube, he set it on Professor Snapes desk, and left without a word.
Professor Snape gaped as the blonde stormed out of the room. But Draco being who he was, he didn't say a word, but instead went back to his desk and continued marking papers.
When class was finally let out, Hermione put a tube of her own potion on Snapes desk.
As she left the classroom a sigh of relief left her lips. Classes were done for the day, and she was planning to spend her evening at the pitch watching Harry and Ron practice with the Quidditch team. She knew that would cheer her up after the Malfoy incident.
Hermione hadn't even made it past the 6th floor, when he heard a cold voice from behind her.
"I don't like to be fucked with Granger. After seven long years, you should know that," He said.
She didn't bother to turn, or even stop, but continued down the corridor. His footsteps were getting louder and louder as he attempted to catch up with her.
"Stop, Granger!" He demanded.
But it wasn't till she reached the final staircase, almost home free, that he grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him. They were so close that she could feel his chest heaving in and out at his every breath.
Hermione stared up at the dragon, as his fingernails dug into her arms. The years had changed Draco since his first year. In his first year Hermione remembered how he was lanky, not too tall, and sort of weasel-faced. Now in his seventh year he was toned from all the years of Quidditch. He had become taller than most boys in school, an impressive 6'3. And his face had chiseled into a strong, bold, and captivating one. Girls would give up their most desired possessions, even themselves to be with him. To touch him.
Except Hermione. She loathed him.
Not daring to say a word, she didn't protest as he led her up the steps, and around the corner. She had no idea where he was taking her, but the seventh floor was Gryffindor territory, so one of her friends was bound to pass them at some point.
Draco pushed her up against a wall, and prevented her from escaping as he placed his arms on either side of her frame.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione finally got out.
He smirked and simply pushed his body against hers, feeling each delicate curve.
"You know."
Hermione raised cocked an eyebrow in confusion and shook her head.
"No. I don't know."
Draco slid one of his legs in-between her thighs and watched as Hermione's expression turned from confused to flustered.
"What I wanted that night. When I accidently stumbled into your room. Remember? After the party? Or were you too wasted to remember," Draco said as if this was something he did everyday.
A small noise made its way out of her throat as she stared at him with disbelief. He knew. He knew her deepest, darkest secret. Hermione shook her head violently and bit her lip to keep from crying.
"Malfoy, please, you can't tell anyone about that. It would ruin everything," she pleaded.
"Exactly. Imagine the look on poor Ginny's face when she finds out her best friend slept with her boyfriend. Oh and Ron! Imagine what'll the bloat will say when he finds out his two best friends betrayed him. It'll be a sight to see."
A horrified expression made its way onto her face as she remembered the night he was talking about. It hadn't exactly been all her fault... but there could've been prevention.
"So you do remember?" Draco asked with a grin.
"I'll do anything." Hermione said absently.
That seemed to be the answer Draco had been searching for. He grabbed her arm and led her through the corridors. Hermione looked around frantically, and took in a deep breath. She knew she had gotten herself in deep, but how deep she was still wondering about. Draco was capable of more than what any other average seventeen year old was.
Before she knew it, they were standing in front of a portrait of a tiny girl in a white dress. Hermione started in awe of the picture. The girl had a resemblance to her in some ways, but the picture itself was beautiful. Blinking, she heard Draco mutter the password (incontaminatus), and held in her breath as she was led into a dark room.
The bedroom of a dragon.
"Why are we here?" She muttered, but didn't expect an answer.
"To discuss our relationship," Draco stated as he slumped down casually in a leather arm chair.
"Our relationship?! Malfoy, you're out of your mind," Hermione yelled.
The dragon watched her in amusement as he ran his fingers along the chair.
"You did say anything."
That seemed to shut her up. Draco smirked at winning the battle, and ushered her to take a seat across from him.
Hermione sat down on the other armchair, and fiddled nervously with her skirt. So many twisted things were running through her mind. Draco was capable of so many things, and she only hoped he would be the least disgusting possibility.
"I was thinking, well, an act," He started, "You could pass off as my adoring girlfriend to the whole school, to my parents, to your parents. Even have the responsibilities of a girlfriend."
Hermione stared wide-eyed at his proposal. Draco simply ignored it and continued on.
"The second though that you tell anyone about it being an act, I swear your dirty little secret will be told to the entire school, causing the official breakup of the 'golden trio'."
It took her awhile to answer. She couldn't necessarily refuse, but she was dreading when she actually said she agreed. Draco watched her and smirked. Having Hermione Granger tend to his every beck and call was going to be the highlight of all his years at Hogwarts. She was so high-strung, so full of herself, now she had no other choice but to confide in him.
Draco stood up from his chair and headed over to her. He picked her up and lifted her chin up to look at him.
"Agreed?"
Hermione nodded.
At that very moment, her world changed. Draco had her wrapped around his finger, and was going to milk the situation for all it was worth.
Being the twisted fuck that he was, Draco caught her off guard and glued his lips to hers. The kiss wasn't gentle, but bruising and hurtful. He held her arms tightly to keep her from squirming out of his grip. Hermione tried biting his lip, but that only seemed to add to his desires. Finally after a few moments, he pulled away, and wiped a bit of blood of the side of his mouth.
"Fiesty one you are, Granger."
She didn't say a word, instead looked to the floor.
"I want you to eat dinner with me tonight at the Slytherin table. It'll be like a... coming out thing. You and I. Draco and Hermione," Draco had a wicked grin upon his face as he looked toward her, "Has a nice ring to it. Well, I'm done with you for now. Go get cleaned up."
Hermione didn't need telling twice. She grabbed her bag, and darted out of his room as fast as she could. The emotions she felt couldn't be explained in words. She was angry, empty, and sorry. She couldn't get Ron and Harry off her mind. She was protecting them, but at the sametime hurting them from being with Draco.
She finally let herself cry when she reached her room.
The mess she had gotten herself was beyond repair.
