I HATE him, I hate him, I hate him! Hermione thought as she strode down the halls at such a fast pace it could almost be mistaken as jogging. He thinks he's above everyone else just because he's rich and a pureblood, like years of inbreeding is something to be proud of she thought bitterly.
She headed to her favorite place in the castle, her sanctuary, the place she felt she could unwind after a long and tiring day, the library. She had been having a pretty good day until the last class of the day, potions. Which the Griffindors unfortunately shared with the Slytherins. She had been walking past Malfoy to get some herbs from the storage cupboard when Malfoy tripped her up spilling his potion all over her, which had badly burned her skin and even after a trip to the infirmary still resulted in her arm red and itching like mad. She remembered how as she had laid on the ground of the classroom with the potion burning her arm trying not to cry, because even though she considered herself a pretty resilient person, laying on the dirty, cold potions room floor with your skirt up exposing your underwear while the class snickers and points at you and Snape does nothing but glare and say "5 points from Griffindor for disrupting the lesson" is enough to humiliate anybody. At that point she had grabbed onto the nearest thing to try to hoist herself up, the nearest thing just so happened to be Malfoy's hand. He had looked at her like she was a leper who had just spat on him and cried "don't touch me mudblood, now I have to wash my hands again." At this point the ever vigilant Snape had conveniently gone deaf. It was enough to result in her being in quite a bad mood and needing to go to her happy place. She went to her favorite corner of the library, the one with the window seat overlooking the lake and put her book bag down. Letting out a sigh of relief, finally a place I can relax she thought , far away from pointy faced prats. As she went over to pick up her favorite book "Hogwarts a history" which never failed to calm her down, it was suddenly knocked out of her hand. Looking up she saw the last face on earth she felt like seeing at that particular moment, Draco Malfoy.
"No wonder you always walk around like you have a stick up your ass, you spend so much time in the library you probably never get laid. Not that anyone would want to touch a filthy mud blood like you anyway." He said his face scrunched up like he had just smelt something unpleasant. "Shut up you inbred idiot , at least I don't have some sort of disease like you probably do from sleeping with half the witches in Britain, who only want you because of your name by the way." At this Malfoy shoved her onto the ground and spat at her "stay down there, it's were you belong." He then stalked out of the library making sure to tread all over her book in the process. At this she finally started crying, letting loose the torrent of anger and frustration that had been building up inside of her all day. She didn't understand why he treated her like this, he largely ignored the other muggleborns , but with her he treated her like she was the worst kind of disease and simply being in her general vicinity could contaminate him. She was so sick of it, she felt like all the years of going to school together had left her gradually stretched a little thinner bit by bit until finally she had reached her limit and snapped. She truly detested him and everything he stood for, but a small part of her, a part she had tried to pretend didn't exist couldn't help but notice how attractive he had become, as he had aged his extremely pointy face had lost most of it's jutting edges leaving behind a chiseled jawline, silvery white blonde hair that looked silky to the touch, not that she had ever had the chance to test out that theory, and cool penetrating blue eyes. He truly looked like one of the angels the masters of old had painted, more like fallen angel she thought to herself wryly, he might have the face of an angel but he definitely has the heart of a demon.
Now Hermione had always considered herself a good person, she helped tutor first years, she was championing the rights of house elves and she was a brave Gryffindor. But what most people didn't know was just how much of a Slytherin streak she secretly had. She had done things such as keeping Rita Skeeter trapped in a jar as a bug and leading Dolores Umbridge into the woods knowing full well that rape was the eventual outcome for her from the centaurs. She had a mean streak people often overlooked. She tried to be a good person, but everyone has their limits and Draco Malfoy had just reached hers. She started thinking of ways to get back at Malfoy when she noticed Cormac Mclaggen approaching her, ever since they had that disastrous date to Slughorn's party he had been attempting to get a second date out of her. She thought a plan beginning to take shape, maybe I can finally get Malfoy out of my system once and for all. "Hey Granger, studying hard as usual? You know what they say all work and no play" he said smiling a sleazy smile. She walked a bit closer to him and started trailing her fingers up his chest, his eyes widened in surprise. Usually this was the point were he got shutdown. "You know you have a point, maybe I do need to have some fun." She said suggestively. "Well then why don't we go to Hogsmeade together tomorrow." Cormac said confidently. "Why wait for tomorrow, meet me tonight in the old classroom on the third floor." Hermione said continuing to trail her fingers up his chest. "Sure thing babe" he said with a wink. "one thing though, you see I have this fantasy" Hermione said pretending to be shy and looking down to the floor. "Oh, what exactly do you fantasize about? Maybe I can make it a reality for you," he said whispering seductively in her ear. Hermione was having an angel and a demon on the shoulder scenario, wondering if she should really give in to this secret desire. In the end the demon won as the looked up at him and said "well you see, I was wondering if you would be willing to take some polyjuice to look like someone else." Cormac looked stunned, she couldn't blame him. What she was asking was not just against school rules but illegal, so for it to be suggested by the Gryffindor golden girl was quite a shock. "Why I never knew you had this side of you, I guess it's true what they say about the studious librarian types" he said snickering. Hermione punched him on the arm "then again maybe I should reconsider." Hermione started walking away "No, I'll be good" he said smirking , so who exactly will I be pretending to be?" At this Hermione truly did look down bashfully, "Umm Draco Malfoy." He looked stunned for the second time that day, "well you really are full of surprises aren't you, ok I'll see you tonight." He leant forward pressing his lips against hers quickly.
Later that day Hermione made her way to their meeting place, she had given him the polyjuice potion at dinner after discretely using her wand to pull out a bit of Malfoy's hair from across the room, she had asked Cormac to treat her like Malfoy really would, as embarrassed as she felt asking, it was part of her dirty little fantasy, maybe she was a secret masochist,he seemed eager enough to go along with it, though she had a feeling he would go along with any plan of hers that resulted in him getting laid, no matter how illegal or morally wrong. She made her way to their meeting point feeling nervous and excited. What she was doing was wrong she knew, but he deserves it she thinks, it's not like he would ever let me touch him otherwise, not that I would ever make a move he would just laugh in my face then announce to the school how I was in love with him she thought. I can't even stand him. But then I suppose sex isn't always about liking someone, it can be about power, lust, control. Once I do this I'll get it out of my system and nobody will be any the wiser she thought darkly. Also it will give me the satisfaction of knowing Malfoy would have a heart attack if he ever knew I had dared touch him. As she was deep in her thoughts she wasn't watching were she was going and didn't even notice she was at her destination until she bumped into someone, a very blonde very unhappy someone. "Would you watch were your going mudblood, how many times will I have to wash my hands today." She looked up at him thinking how much he actually seemed in character, she started walking into the classroom then turned around and said "well, are you just going to stand there or what?" he looked at her surprised but followed her in, before he had a chance to say anything else she had pushed him into the wall and started kissing him. He seemed to hesitate at first but soon started kissing back hungrily. She pushed him onto the chair and straddled him. "I've been wanting this for a long time Malfoy, now why don't you show me what a mudblood like me is good for, put me in my place."
She didn't even know why she was saying these things, they had just come out of her almost without her consent, she started grinding down onto him, pulling her fingers through his hair which was actually just as silky as she had always imagined it to be. She felt him harden beneath her. He suddenly seemed to come alive and stood up supporting her weight, he walked her over to the teachers desk and slammed her down on it, his roughness only increasing her desire. He kissed her passionately like a man who had been dying of thirst and she was the chilled, fresh water he had been desperately craving. He tore open her blouse and cupped her breast kissing and nipping at her nipples through the thin material of her bra. She felt goosebumps ignite everywhere he touched, she had had other sexual partners but it had never felt like this before, she had never felt this alive. Suddenly he reached underneath her school skirt and ripped off her panties roughly, then next thing she knew he was inside of her and setting a fast pace after giving her a moment to adjust to his generous size. As he thrust in and out of her she started begging for him to go harder and faster. "You like it rough do you mudblood , he whispered kissing a trail down her neck. Fine I'll give it to you." With that he increases his pace leaving her moaning until she came harder then ever before "Draco" falling from her lips in a sigh. She had never called him that before, "Hermione" he said in the most tender voice she had ever heard from him as he after a few more thrusts found his own release. As they lay in the aftermath feeling utterly boneless and relaxed he pulled on his clothes and looked at her "if you tell anyone this happened you'll regret it." With that he gave her one more indescribable look and left. As she finished getting dressed she thought it was strange how in character he stayed up until the very end, just then Cormac came through the door with a stressed look on his face "I'm so sorry I'm late I broke the bottle of poly juice you gave me."