Bittersweet
Chapter One Agony
The feeling of depression and relaxation sunk into the warm July sky as Hermione Granger readied her body for another year of school; a year that would determine her state of mind and future. She packed her bags, collected her books, and homework. She tried not to think of the year ahead, she hardly thought more about her future than anything, and the absolute idea of it coming was a pain more than she could infiltrate. She was a girl gone woman; her mind set had changed over the summer as the image she had grown into. She was no longer the raggedy haired girl from previous years; she had become a quite beautiful young woman, whether anyone would notice this change of appearance was a different story.
She gathered her belongings and strode down into her mother's kitchen, which she enjoyed immensely. It was a comforting muggle kitchen, with an island that sat in the middle of the room; this room also included cabinets, chairs, a sink, muggle stoves, and cooking supplies. The atmosphere was pleasant and gave off a relaxing vibe. Hermione's mother was a rather short skinny woman that had an enjoyable face. Her mother was a quiet woman that cooked and sewed, and was open to the fact of her daughter being a witch. The reaction did not go unnoticed those many years ago when she had received "her" letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her mother had not been relieved or worried about what her daughter was to become, but loved her daughter and supported her through her decision to go.
Hermione smiled as her mother gave her some tea, as the two of them sat down for a spit of breakfast, before heading off to Platform nine and three quarters for the last time. Hermione was now a seventh year, and would graduate this year, and whatever profession she did end up choosing that would determine her direction of an institution of higher learning or the work force.
After their bellies were filled, Hermione and her mother did the dishes (the muggle way) and set off towards the station. Her father would not see her off though. Every time Hermione left for school each year, she would get a small jolt of sadness in the pit of her stomach. Her father did not agree with where she went to school or what she was. He was disgusted with witchcraft and would refuse to support her in her decisions. This hurt Hermione deeply, but her father was a man of great beliefs. Hermione glanced her eyes at his work room, she could see a light coming from it, and knew he was in there, and also knew she would not see or hear from him for another year. She sighed and steeped out onto her porch following her mother.
~~
Platform nine and three quarters was just as busy as it was every other year; bundles of parents and well wishers letting off their children. While cages and trunks gathered around the students that were leaving their families. Hermione gave her mother one last big hug and kiss on the cheek before making her way onto the Hogwarts Express. She knew that Ron and Harry would hopefully be waiting for her on the train this year, which wasn't usual. Due to her trips over the summer, she had stayed at home the whole vacation and had not seen or been to Ron's. She suspected that they had done the same old things though. Harry probably was sent to Ron's during the middle of vacation, while Ron spent helping his twin brothers Fred and George with their joke shop.
Since the twins had graduated from Hogwarts, they went into the business of selling. The Twins' ambition to be the number one Joke seller had increased and so had their businesses. From what Hermione could tell, it was a well lucrative foundation, and if they kept up on their bills and payments, they would get far. But, Hermione knew how well the Twins could stray and worried about their financial capabilities. She figured that soon or later they would need to get a financial adviser.
Hermione sighed and made her first step, a step she would not be able to relive. She had made it, her seventh and final year to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. From the days of her being a know-it-all book worm, to a woman of great ambitions and a future of capabilities. She smiled for the first time, wondering what this year had in store for her.
The first cart she stepped into was just as busy as she had expected. Hopeful students talking anxiously with their friends, whether they were new acquaintances or not, Hermione couldn't tell. That ride from Platform nine and three quarters had always been an anxiously awaited one; friends making re-acquaintances, stories of the summer holidays, and what and where they had gone. It was always a very garrulous ride back to Hogwarts. It even astonished Hermione how young the younger crowd of witches and wizards looked each year. She never thought herself to be that small when she was their age. This brought another smile to her face. She walked further.
Hermione passed a couple of carts, the first years, sniggered when they saw her walking past them, other age's gawked and watched her. She always got stares from the younger crowd, and wasn't upset about this. Most of the students who knew Harry, Ron or her, had known what they had accomplished the year before. Harry, Ron and herself had, had another meeting with Voldemort, which didn't go unnoticed. Unfortunately though, he had escaped with hardly a bruise. The actual image of the blatant face of him still brought a frightening thought. Hermione knew he would be back though, while others thought (the magical community) he would now be gone forever. Hermione was very optimistic about this however.
She smiled back to the new students, and continued her search for her friends. When she had almost given up hope, she heard the familiar laughs of Ron and Harry. She stepped closer to the curtain and withdrew it. Harry was sitting opposite of Ron, laughing.
She smiled when they finally noticed her.
She quietly sat her bag down next to Ron and took a seat. Harry smiled at her, while Ron gaped at her. She gave them both a look of a pleasurable acquaintance as she sat down. Ron was still looking at her with utter shock though, Harry was also, but not as of a lost for words.
"Would you stop that Ron, you look like you were trampled by the Whomping Willow," she laughed while he adjusted his appearance.
"Hermione....you look like..." Ron stuttered.
"Yes, a girl, we've gone over this time and time again Weasley, now would you shut your mouth before a bird flies through it." Hermione scoffed trying to erase the look he was giving from her memory.
Ron shut his mouth and ignored Hermione, while looking back at Harry who was now eating one of his chocolate frogs that he had bought off the trolley.
Throughout the ride to Hogwarts, Hermione, Ron and Harry talked about their Voldemort free vacation and how it went. Ron had been in Diagon Alley, just as Hermione had thought, helping his brothers with their shop, while Harry had another hellish summer with the Dursley's.
Hermione knew that each summer at the Dursley's was getting better though, and Hermione was glad because of it. She hated how unnerving Harry was, after coming back from there. But, since their fifth year, his aunt and uncle had not had been that hard, but if asked how Harry thought about the vacation. Hermione's opinion of it being "not hard" would have been an understatement.
When dark appeared on the August sky, Hermione knew they had arrived. The ride there had been short and sweet and the three of them where actually surprised to not have a run in with the hated slytherin boy; Draco Malfoy. Hermione thought he had grown out of his old ways, but Ron thought otherwise.
"I'm not going to put up with him this year," she heard him say on the ride up to the castle that night.
"You need to be careful Ron; you don't want to get yourself into trouble this year. It's our final year; it won't look good in your file, if you beat up Malfoy." Hermione warned.
She didn't mean to be nit picky, but she didn't want him to get suspended just when they were on the border line of graduation. Ron however, dismissed her warning with a wave of his hand.
"I don't care; he's not going to mess with me this year." This comment apparently had ended the conversation.
When they reached the Great Hall, it was just as luminous as it had been all those years before. Hermione smiled, this was the last time she would be at a welcoming feast, and the site was heart warming.
That was until she saw him, he was sitting at the slytherin table looking smug as ever, and from what Hermione could tell, he had grown a couple feet over the summer. His chest obviously was more developed and Hermione tried not to look, but for a split second, the boy had somehow seemed handsome. This second was very short-lived, because Hermione turned her head back to her table, forgetting instantly about the thought.
The Feast was prolonged more that night as the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore emitted from the crowds and giving his regimented speech to the on lookers of students and staff. Draco Malfoy always enjoyed the welcoming feasts, but always thought the overbearing Dumbledore took too much time in his speech making. When dinner was served Draco gave a relieved sigh, and filled his plate with chicken, dumplings and the works.
Just as usual it was a glorious feast, with treacle tarts and delicious pumpkin juice. The slytherin table was just as chatty as it had been every year, including the new eager faces of new years. While, the new students had expectations of what Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry actually was, Draco had his own set of expectations.
Draco was now in his seventh and final year at Hogwarts School and was feeling the pressure of becoming what his mother and father's expectation of him was. Actually achieving what they wanted from him was a different story though. Draco had become rather distant from his father over the past year and was becoming rather elusive with the family of Malfoy's. His father's ambition was unbearable and the priorities Lucius had over him were ruining his life. Draco tried not to overcome the urge to yell out and scream. But, being back at school was helping him ignore his father's request of him, as he finished his last and final year.
Draco finished his dinner, and was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of the Gryffindor table across the way. Harry was eating callously while Ron talked to his neighbor, who Draco could see was Hermione Granger, and was looking rather different this year. She was no longer the raggedy haired know-it-all from previous years. She actually looked rather good. From Weasley's attitude towards her, he knew that the boy had obviously noted this change in appearance as well. Draco watched as Hermione slowly ate her meal, obviously bored from the talk. This amused Draco, and figured this certainly would be an interesting year. Never had he thought possible, that he would be attracted to the mudblood, Hermione Granger.
~~
When the feast was over, and people were ordered back to the common rooms, Hermione slowly stepped herself out of the Gryffindor table, collecting herself. As she slowly trotted out of the Great Hall, she caught another glimpse of Draco Malfoy, who was now glaring at her with such malice, that it gave Hermione quite a shock. She tried to ignore his glares, as she walked on, but those burning beady eyes stayed transfixed on her, like a gun on cattle. She quickly took her eyes away and focused the back of the person in front of her. She knew that if she would to look back at him, that it would end in a big horrible mistake, and she didn't want to give him the benefit of the doubt that he would win, whatever mind game he was trying to play with her.
Hermione grasped the side of Ron's arm and clinged to it tightly, concentrating on him, instead of Malfoy. Ron was suddenly taken aback by this change of pace, and seemed to lean into her arm holding. The feeling was comforting and felt normal. Hermione smiled up at Ron and walked the rest of the way up to the fat lady, trying to put the images of Draco Malfoy's glares out of her mind.
She could hang onto him all she wanted to.
Draco thought to himself, he knew what would become of her in the end. Her movements were intoxicating to him now, and he knew he would have Hermione Granger. The way she was looking at him, a scared tempting expression, he liked it. She was already starting to play into the game of his, but he would wait. She would be his.yes, but not now. Time surely would tell. He needed to let her know where she stood, and how he would succumb her.
Draco had grown into a man that every girl had wanted, every Slytherin girl at least. He had enjoyed his time with them, and loved making them squirm under his hot throbbing member. He would take and then discard them. Draco wasn't the type of guy who enjoyed having the same girl around every night, being clingy to him. The idea disgusted him. He had never had a girlfriend, and never planned on it. Most girls knew this about him and whenever he wanted a good f*ck, he would call on them. He didn't like to brag, but he was a good romp in the sack when it came to pleasing himself. He didn't care for any of the bitches around him, all he wanted was to please himself and then go to sleep, and if they didn't like it then.bye bye birdie. He didn't have time to waste, but then there were other girls. Girls that he knew he would have to work for..girls who weren't as easy to persuade to jump into his bed. Girls like Hermione Granger. Yes, he hated the bitch, and yes she was a mudblood.but then, that's what a paper sack was for right? The image made Draco laugh as he strolled down to the Slytherin common room.
~~
Since Hermione Granger was in fact Head Girl of Hogwarts she didn't need to usher the new years to their desired Gryffindor Common room. After leaving the Great Hall, she turned to Harry and Ron and plainly told them that she would meet them up in the common room later, to discuss the new rules to the Gryffindor's. Since her first year at Hogwarts she had prided herself at achieving the ultimate goal, becoming the top student of her class. Which, in final she had achieved. She was looking forward to the new year of new challenges and goals. But, unfortunately to her new attitude of higher learning, she was now taking Advance Potions with Professor Snape, which wasn't on her "things I wanna do before I die" list. She loved the art of potion making, but detested the idea of the lurking professor as her teacher in the class. She knew that not all things came easy and the intense training he would be doing, would do her some good.
His teachings would instruct her to do better than she could achieve, and she knew that he would be the superior person to teach her those things. She tried to not concentrate on classes. This however, would be the last night she could ever just "rest". Once classes started there would be no word "fun" in Hermione's vocabulary. Only the words "study" and "sleep". Hermione said her adieu's and headed up towards her dormitory.
Being Head Girl, she had her own room all to herself, which she was looking forward to. Definitely a drastic change from being stuck in the common room, while other Gryffindor's blew up stink bombs near the fireplace, and while hers truly tried to study. The image brought her headaches. Hermione was a woman, who prided herself on a good night of studying, and when you mixed a good Gryffindor with studying.things got blown up.
From what Hermione's Hogwarts letter had told her, her room was to be on the fourth floor near the Fat Lady, but in its own invisible corridor. Jumping over the tricky step that Neville always tripped on, Hermione reached the fourth corridor. She was just about to step up onto the platform when she heard a familiar drawling voice from behind her. Draco Malfoy was just two steps behind her, looking smug as ever. She ignored his condescending words and stepped onto the platform. He however followed her.
"I see, you still have the same bitchy mudblooded attitude as you always have Granger," she heard him yell out after her.
She violently turned around and placed her eyes on him. "And I see that you are as ever still the annoying ferret as you always have been Malfoy," she said in just as a condescending way as his words had hit her.
"Oh.Granger you hurt me deeply," he said sarcastically, while grabbing his chest where his heart would be.
"You are despicable," she called out before walking off to her dormitory, still keeping her pace low. Of all people, she didn't want him to know where her room was hidden.
Before stalking off however, she turned around and said to the Slytherin boy, "what are you doing up here Malfoy, shouldn't you be in the dungeon with all the other rodents?" Hermione chose her words wisely. She didn't want the dick running after and grabbing her. She knew that he probably worked for Voldemort, and having the Dark Lord after her this early in the school year certainly wouldn't be a wise decision on her part. Pissing off the masters Death Eaters? No.that idea definitely wasn't a good one.
"It is none of your business where I go Granger." He said yelling at the mudblood. His despise for the girl was starting to come off. He hated the bitch, the way she walked, talked.and how she wore that damn shirt. Why hadn't he noticed before how sexy she wore white buttoned up colored shirts before? Her breasts where nearly breaking free of the binds. He couldn't pay attention to those tiny plastic binds that was holding her feminine in place though. His reaction to her would make her notice and that's not what he wanted. He gave her one last good drawl and with a wink, he descended down the stairs, leaving Hermione alone in the lonely corridor.
~~
Draco left her alone for now, but as soon as things winded down he would show her how things worked with Malfoy's. When a Malfoy wanted something.he got it. Her attitude and movements towards him was intoxicating. The way her bitchy mind acted towards him riled him up to the point of sexual tension. He wanted her, there was no doubt about that. He wanted to throw her onto some floor and ravish her right then and there. But, unlike good things, they would have to wait. It was true she was a mudblood, but his dick had a mind of his own.
He had seen her leave abruptly from the Great Hall after dinner, and felt compelled to follow her. If it wasn't for damn Pansy he would had caught up with her sooner, but the damn wench wanted some of his two finger disco action and wouldn't let him escape. It was true that when in the mood, Draco was all to keen in feeling up Parkinson, but lately his mind was on more important things. Muggles he couldn't have. This idea spiced up a new feeling in Draco, that he never thought he would encounter. What was it about her that riled him up so badly? He had never felt this way about her before. The idea sure was a possibility and it would happen, just getting to that point was going to be a challenge. He still hated the bitch.yes, but seeing just how smart she could be in the sexual arts was intriguing to him to say the least.
Amusing himself, he reached his invisible corridor that lead to his own special dormitory. Being Head of House this year was definitely going to have its perks.
Chapter One Agony
The feeling of depression and relaxation sunk into the warm July sky as Hermione Granger readied her body for another year of school; a year that would determine her state of mind and future. She packed her bags, collected her books, and homework. She tried not to think of the year ahead, she hardly thought more about her future than anything, and the absolute idea of it coming was a pain more than she could infiltrate. She was a girl gone woman; her mind set had changed over the summer as the image she had grown into. She was no longer the raggedy haired girl from previous years; she had become a quite beautiful young woman, whether anyone would notice this change of appearance was a different story.
She gathered her belongings and strode down into her mother's kitchen, which she enjoyed immensely. It was a comforting muggle kitchen, with an island that sat in the middle of the room; this room also included cabinets, chairs, a sink, muggle stoves, and cooking supplies. The atmosphere was pleasant and gave off a relaxing vibe. Hermione's mother was a rather short skinny woman that had an enjoyable face. Her mother was a quiet woman that cooked and sewed, and was open to the fact of her daughter being a witch. The reaction did not go unnoticed those many years ago when she had received "her" letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her mother had not been relieved or worried about what her daughter was to become, but loved her daughter and supported her through her decision to go.
Hermione smiled as her mother gave her some tea, as the two of them sat down for a spit of breakfast, before heading off to Platform nine and three quarters for the last time. Hermione was now a seventh year, and would graduate this year, and whatever profession she did end up choosing that would determine her direction of an institution of higher learning or the work force.
After their bellies were filled, Hermione and her mother did the dishes (the muggle way) and set off towards the station. Her father would not see her off though. Every time Hermione left for school each year, she would get a small jolt of sadness in the pit of her stomach. Her father did not agree with where she went to school or what she was. He was disgusted with witchcraft and would refuse to support her in her decisions. This hurt Hermione deeply, but her father was a man of great beliefs. Hermione glanced her eyes at his work room, she could see a light coming from it, and knew he was in there, and also knew she would not see or hear from him for another year. She sighed and steeped out onto her porch following her mother.
~~
Platform nine and three quarters was just as busy as it was every other year; bundles of parents and well wishers letting off their children. While cages and trunks gathered around the students that were leaving their families. Hermione gave her mother one last big hug and kiss on the cheek before making her way onto the Hogwarts Express. She knew that Ron and Harry would hopefully be waiting for her on the train this year, which wasn't usual. Due to her trips over the summer, she had stayed at home the whole vacation and had not seen or been to Ron's. She suspected that they had done the same old things though. Harry probably was sent to Ron's during the middle of vacation, while Ron spent helping his twin brothers Fred and George with their joke shop.
Since the twins had graduated from Hogwarts, they went into the business of selling. The Twins' ambition to be the number one Joke seller had increased and so had their businesses. From what Hermione could tell, it was a well lucrative foundation, and if they kept up on their bills and payments, they would get far. But, Hermione knew how well the Twins could stray and worried about their financial capabilities. She figured that soon or later they would need to get a financial adviser.
Hermione sighed and made her first step, a step she would not be able to relive. She had made it, her seventh and final year to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. From the days of her being a know-it-all book worm, to a woman of great ambitions and a future of capabilities. She smiled for the first time, wondering what this year had in store for her.
The first cart she stepped into was just as busy as she had expected. Hopeful students talking anxiously with their friends, whether they were new acquaintances or not, Hermione couldn't tell. That ride from Platform nine and three quarters had always been an anxiously awaited one; friends making re-acquaintances, stories of the summer holidays, and what and where they had gone. It was always a very garrulous ride back to Hogwarts. It even astonished Hermione how young the younger crowd of witches and wizards looked each year. She never thought herself to be that small when she was their age. This brought another smile to her face. She walked further.
Hermione passed a couple of carts, the first years, sniggered when they saw her walking past them, other age's gawked and watched her. She always got stares from the younger crowd, and wasn't upset about this. Most of the students who knew Harry, Ron or her, had known what they had accomplished the year before. Harry, Ron and herself had, had another meeting with Voldemort, which didn't go unnoticed. Unfortunately though, he had escaped with hardly a bruise. The actual image of the blatant face of him still brought a frightening thought. Hermione knew he would be back though, while others thought (the magical community) he would now be gone forever. Hermione was very optimistic about this however.
She smiled back to the new students, and continued her search for her friends. When she had almost given up hope, she heard the familiar laughs of Ron and Harry. She stepped closer to the curtain and withdrew it. Harry was sitting opposite of Ron, laughing.
She smiled when they finally noticed her.
She quietly sat her bag down next to Ron and took a seat. Harry smiled at her, while Ron gaped at her. She gave them both a look of a pleasurable acquaintance as she sat down. Ron was still looking at her with utter shock though, Harry was also, but not as of a lost for words.
"Would you stop that Ron, you look like you were trampled by the Whomping Willow," she laughed while he adjusted his appearance.
"Hermione....you look like..." Ron stuttered.
"Yes, a girl, we've gone over this time and time again Weasley, now would you shut your mouth before a bird flies through it." Hermione scoffed trying to erase the look he was giving from her memory.
Ron shut his mouth and ignored Hermione, while looking back at Harry who was now eating one of his chocolate frogs that he had bought off the trolley.
Throughout the ride to Hogwarts, Hermione, Ron and Harry talked about their Voldemort free vacation and how it went. Ron had been in Diagon Alley, just as Hermione had thought, helping his brothers with their shop, while Harry had another hellish summer with the Dursley's.
Hermione knew that each summer at the Dursley's was getting better though, and Hermione was glad because of it. She hated how unnerving Harry was, after coming back from there. But, since their fifth year, his aunt and uncle had not had been that hard, but if asked how Harry thought about the vacation. Hermione's opinion of it being "not hard" would have been an understatement.
When dark appeared on the August sky, Hermione knew they had arrived. The ride there had been short and sweet and the three of them where actually surprised to not have a run in with the hated slytherin boy; Draco Malfoy. Hermione thought he had grown out of his old ways, but Ron thought otherwise.
"I'm not going to put up with him this year," she heard him say on the ride up to the castle that night.
"You need to be careful Ron; you don't want to get yourself into trouble this year. It's our final year; it won't look good in your file, if you beat up Malfoy." Hermione warned.
She didn't mean to be nit picky, but she didn't want him to get suspended just when they were on the border line of graduation. Ron however, dismissed her warning with a wave of his hand.
"I don't care; he's not going to mess with me this year." This comment apparently had ended the conversation.
When they reached the Great Hall, it was just as luminous as it had been all those years before. Hermione smiled, this was the last time she would be at a welcoming feast, and the site was heart warming.
That was until she saw him, he was sitting at the slytherin table looking smug as ever, and from what Hermione could tell, he had grown a couple feet over the summer. His chest obviously was more developed and Hermione tried not to look, but for a split second, the boy had somehow seemed handsome. This second was very short-lived, because Hermione turned her head back to her table, forgetting instantly about the thought.
The Feast was prolonged more that night as the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore emitted from the crowds and giving his regimented speech to the on lookers of students and staff. Draco Malfoy always enjoyed the welcoming feasts, but always thought the overbearing Dumbledore took too much time in his speech making. When dinner was served Draco gave a relieved sigh, and filled his plate with chicken, dumplings and the works.
Just as usual it was a glorious feast, with treacle tarts and delicious pumpkin juice. The slytherin table was just as chatty as it had been every year, including the new eager faces of new years. While, the new students had expectations of what Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry actually was, Draco had his own set of expectations.
Draco was now in his seventh and final year at Hogwarts School and was feeling the pressure of becoming what his mother and father's expectation of him was. Actually achieving what they wanted from him was a different story though. Draco had become rather distant from his father over the past year and was becoming rather elusive with the family of Malfoy's. His father's ambition was unbearable and the priorities Lucius had over him were ruining his life. Draco tried not to overcome the urge to yell out and scream. But, being back at school was helping him ignore his father's request of him, as he finished his last and final year.
Draco finished his dinner, and was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of the Gryffindor table across the way. Harry was eating callously while Ron talked to his neighbor, who Draco could see was Hermione Granger, and was looking rather different this year. She was no longer the raggedy haired know-it-all from previous years. She actually looked rather good. From Weasley's attitude towards her, he knew that the boy had obviously noted this change in appearance as well. Draco watched as Hermione slowly ate her meal, obviously bored from the talk. This amused Draco, and figured this certainly would be an interesting year. Never had he thought possible, that he would be attracted to the mudblood, Hermione Granger.
~~
When the feast was over, and people were ordered back to the common rooms, Hermione slowly stepped herself out of the Gryffindor table, collecting herself. As she slowly trotted out of the Great Hall, she caught another glimpse of Draco Malfoy, who was now glaring at her with such malice, that it gave Hermione quite a shock. She tried to ignore his glares, as she walked on, but those burning beady eyes stayed transfixed on her, like a gun on cattle. She quickly took her eyes away and focused the back of the person in front of her. She knew that if she would to look back at him, that it would end in a big horrible mistake, and she didn't want to give him the benefit of the doubt that he would win, whatever mind game he was trying to play with her.
Hermione grasped the side of Ron's arm and clinged to it tightly, concentrating on him, instead of Malfoy. Ron was suddenly taken aback by this change of pace, and seemed to lean into her arm holding. The feeling was comforting and felt normal. Hermione smiled up at Ron and walked the rest of the way up to the fat lady, trying to put the images of Draco Malfoy's glares out of her mind.
She could hang onto him all she wanted to.
Draco thought to himself, he knew what would become of her in the end. Her movements were intoxicating to him now, and he knew he would have Hermione Granger. The way she was looking at him, a scared tempting expression, he liked it. She was already starting to play into the game of his, but he would wait. She would be his.yes, but not now. Time surely would tell. He needed to let her know where she stood, and how he would succumb her.
Draco had grown into a man that every girl had wanted, every Slytherin girl at least. He had enjoyed his time with them, and loved making them squirm under his hot throbbing member. He would take and then discard them. Draco wasn't the type of guy who enjoyed having the same girl around every night, being clingy to him. The idea disgusted him. He had never had a girlfriend, and never planned on it. Most girls knew this about him and whenever he wanted a good f*ck, he would call on them. He didn't like to brag, but he was a good romp in the sack when it came to pleasing himself. He didn't care for any of the bitches around him, all he wanted was to please himself and then go to sleep, and if they didn't like it then.bye bye birdie. He didn't have time to waste, but then there were other girls. Girls that he knew he would have to work for..girls who weren't as easy to persuade to jump into his bed. Girls like Hermione Granger. Yes, he hated the bitch, and yes she was a mudblood.but then, that's what a paper sack was for right? The image made Draco laugh as he strolled down to the Slytherin common room.
~~
Since Hermione Granger was in fact Head Girl of Hogwarts she didn't need to usher the new years to their desired Gryffindor Common room. After leaving the Great Hall, she turned to Harry and Ron and plainly told them that she would meet them up in the common room later, to discuss the new rules to the Gryffindor's. Since her first year at Hogwarts she had prided herself at achieving the ultimate goal, becoming the top student of her class. Which, in final she had achieved. She was looking forward to the new year of new challenges and goals. But, unfortunately to her new attitude of higher learning, she was now taking Advance Potions with Professor Snape, which wasn't on her "things I wanna do before I die" list. She loved the art of potion making, but detested the idea of the lurking professor as her teacher in the class. She knew that not all things came easy and the intense training he would be doing, would do her some good.
His teachings would instruct her to do better than she could achieve, and she knew that he would be the superior person to teach her those things. She tried to not concentrate on classes. This however, would be the last night she could ever just "rest". Once classes started there would be no word "fun" in Hermione's vocabulary. Only the words "study" and "sleep". Hermione said her adieu's and headed up towards her dormitory.
Being Head Girl, she had her own room all to herself, which she was looking forward to. Definitely a drastic change from being stuck in the common room, while other Gryffindor's blew up stink bombs near the fireplace, and while hers truly tried to study. The image brought her headaches. Hermione was a woman, who prided herself on a good night of studying, and when you mixed a good Gryffindor with studying.things got blown up.
From what Hermione's Hogwarts letter had told her, her room was to be on the fourth floor near the Fat Lady, but in its own invisible corridor. Jumping over the tricky step that Neville always tripped on, Hermione reached the fourth corridor. She was just about to step up onto the platform when she heard a familiar drawling voice from behind her. Draco Malfoy was just two steps behind her, looking smug as ever. She ignored his condescending words and stepped onto the platform. He however followed her.
"I see, you still have the same bitchy mudblooded attitude as you always have Granger," she heard him yell out after her.
She violently turned around and placed her eyes on him. "And I see that you are as ever still the annoying ferret as you always have been Malfoy," she said in just as a condescending way as his words had hit her.
"Oh.Granger you hurt me deeply," he said sarcastically, while grabbing his chest where his heart would be.
"You are despicable," she called out before walking off to her dormitory, still keeping her pace low. Of all people, she didn't want him to know where her room was hidden.
Before stalking off however, she turned around and said to the Slytherin boy, "what are you doing up here Malfoy, shouldn't you be in the dungeon with all the other rodents?" Hermione chose her words wisely. She didn't want the dick running after and grabbing her. She knew that he probably worked for Voldemort, and having the Dark Lord after her this early in the school year certainly wouldn't be a wise decision on her part. Pissing off the masters Death Eaters? No.that idea definitely wasn't a good one.
"It is none of your business where I go Granger." He said yelling at the mudblood. His despise for the girl was starting to come off. He hated the bitch, the way she walked, talked.and how she wore that damn shirt. Why hadn't he noticed before how sexy she wore white buttoned up colored shirts before? Her breasts where nearly breaking free of the binds. He couldn't pay attention to those tiny plastic binds that was holding her feminine in place though. His reaction to her would make her notice and that's not what he wanted. He gave her one last good drawl and with a wink, he descended down the stairs, leaving Hermione alone in the lonely corridor.
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Draco left her alone for now, but as soon as things winded down he would show her how things worked with Malfoy's. When a Malfoy wanted something.he got it. Her attitude and movements towards him was intoxicating. The way her bitchy mind acted towards him riled him up to the point of sexual tension. He wanted her, there was no doubt about that. He wanted to throw her onto some floor and ravish her right then and there. But, unlike good things, they would have to wait. It was true she was a mudblood, but his dick had a mind of his own.
He had seen her leave abruptly from the Great Hall after dinner, and felt compelled to follow her. If it wasn't for damn Pansy he would had caught up with her sooner, but the damn wench wanted some of his two finger disco action and wouldn't let him escape. It was true that when in the mood, Draco was all to keen in feeling up Parkinson, but lately his mind was on more important things. Muggles he couldn't have. This idea spiced up a new feeling in Draco, that he never thought he would encounter. What was it about her that riled him up so badly? He had never felt this way about her before. The idea sure was a possibility and it would happen, just getting to that point was going to be a challenge. He still hated the bitch.yes, but seeing just how smart she could be in the sexual arts was intriguing to him to say the least.
Amusing himself, he reached his invisible corridor that lead to his own special dormitory. Being Head of House this year was definitely going to have its perks.