JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS

CHAPTER ONE

BY Angel

I looked at her, she had grown to be such a beautiful women, I mean utterly beautiful.  I could hardly believe it.  How dare she!  How dare that damned mudblood be so beautiful!  Beautiful enough to be mine, to be in my possession, but no, she's—she's……damn her!  She should be mine!  Mudblood or not!  But instead, she's with that damned Durmstrang seeker!  Victor Krum!  That big ogre, he can't treat her the way I could.  Ever since fourth year and the Yule Ball.  

          *Hmph* I smirk slightly, remembering.

          That's when I first noticed her true beauty.  She had being radiated it.  Her hair wasn't the frizzy bird's nest that it always is, instead it was pulled into an elegant bun; she was the definition of beauty herself.  I was speechless, it was her who should have been on my arm, not Pansy. 

          Pansy……the wench, couldn't she tell that I utterly loathed her?  Hated her complete existence?  Apparently I didn't make that fact clear enough.  Oh sure, I tolerated her for awhile, I could stand to be in her presence and not want to gag, but after fourth year, she didn't go away.  As if she was trying to annoy me as much as she did.  Trying to ensure her place as my - - I feel myself get suddenly sick - - my wife.  Like I'd ever that happen.  It'd be a very cold day in hell before I marry that conniving little slim.

          Any way, back on to a more pleasing topic.  Hermione.  Now that I think about it, it's really a rather lovely name.  Beautiful and elegant like her.  And that hulky seeker can't even pronounce it right.  For the past three years he's called her nothing, but "Herm-o-ninny" and she's put up with it!  How could that beautiful creature possibly be subdued to that – that idiot?!?  His brains and wits are like a single grain of sand in a desert compared to hers.  She's the only one in the ENTIRE population of Hogwarts that can possibly match, if not beat, my wits. 

          I hate him, I hate Krum!  What could she possibly see in him?  That's been puzzling me since fourth year's Yule Ball…you know, we've had one every year now, in memory of Cedric.  There's no Tri-wizard Tournament, but there is the ball.  Dumbledore apparently wants to make sure we don't loose contact with our neighboring schools, make sure we…Oh I don't know…mold, gel, become friends, whatever you wanna call it.

          Either way, every year Granger goes with Krum!  And every time she becomes more beautiful, I'm not too sure how that's possible.  But, also, every time, Krum's gotten worse.  I see the way he treats her, I'm more observant then people think, but how can I not notice her when I can't look away?

          It makes me mad…to see her with him and to have him treat her so badly.  Each year he visits, he gets rougher with her.  He only comes to try to bed with her…no that's not a good way to phrase it…it's more like to fuck her endlessly.  To use her and throw her out when he's done.  But every time he tries to get her to go off to some secluded area, she blows him off, tells him no, sometimes puts up a bit of an argument, but still he complies.  But it's been getting harder for her, harder to push him off, he's getting reluctant and restless, soon he won't take "no" for an answer.

          My ultimate fear is that he'll….he'll steal…rob her of her beautiful innocence.  I hear myself growl….if that bastard, if that damned bastard touches my Hermione…I'll kill- -

          Wait…whoa…slow down a second and back track…what did I just say?  MY Hermione?  Don't I wish.  How I'd love that, to hold her delicate frame in my arms, feel her breath on my face, my neck, to touch her soft skin, to see her completely revealed to me, to take her…willingly.  Not by force, by….I cringe….by rape.

          I'd never do that, even in my first few years here at Hogwarts, when I hated Potter, Weasley, and Granger…or at least when I thought I hated them.

          I've changed, a lot actually, and I'm not really sure how.  What happened?  I'm, once again, not too sure about that one.  One morning I just woke up, took a look in the mirror, and didn't like what I saw.

          I saw my father.

          I hate my father.

          And I wasn't the only one.

          Luscious Malfoy.  While Hermione was the definition of beauty; my father, I spat his name out like acid, was the definition of a bastard, evil, slim, and any other word that fits into that category.

          He married my pure, sweet, innocent mother, Narcissa, as a trophy wife and then destroyed her.  Beat her and raped her repeatively until there was nothing left but a lifeless body.  Dead, yet still alive; a hallow shell.  And that bastard knew it.  And he was proud of it.  Proud of his vicious handy work. 

          I loved my mother, she was a beautiful women.  She may be my mother, but she is beautiful, beyond comparison.  People say that I get my pale skin from her.  I always liked that feature in her.  Not many women could look beautiful with such pale skin. 

          Mother did.

          She looked as if she had been bathed in the moonlight for hours.  No wonder father chose her, she was radiating.

          But I've gotten completely off topic.  Hermione and the danger I feel she's in.  Maybe I'm just over reacting, maybe I'm just jealous, but I like to follow my hunches, they're usually right.

          We were in class, Potions, and that meant Snape.  I used to like him, the first three years, afterwards, he began to wear on me.  He got annoying and now it bothered me that he gave Hermione such a hard time.  I suppose that would be because I look at her differently now.

          God, I wanted her, and I wanted her now, but I sighed.  She'd never be mine, at least not while that lunk-headed Krum was around.

          I sigh again, only this time louder and more annoyed then before.  Crabbe and Goyle look at me oddly, silently questioning.  Pansy bats her eyes affectionately at me.  I give them a cold and deadly glare.  They swiftly look away out of surprise and fear.

          Snape glances at me, curiously, but then notices the expression on my face.  Then for some reason he grinned and chuckled to himself, then went back to correcting his papers.  Good, I didn't need to deal with that needle-nosed prick.

          That's when I noticed it, Hermione was looking at me, surprised and probably annoyed that I had interrupted class.  I don't think she's realized the changes that I've been through.  I wish she did, than she'd leave Krum and be mine.

          She and I locked eyes.  Her deep brown eyes staring back into my icy blue eyes.  Then, for some reason still unknown I give her a sweet, warm smile.  Her eyes widen and a small blush colors her cheeks.  I chuckle lightly.  She notices, then glares at me.

          Oh well, that didn't surprise me too much.  She probably still disliked me.  I knew why.  I was an asshole to her for four years, I treated her and her friends terribly.  Called her a mudblood.  I sneer, but that's what she is!  God damn it!  She's a muggle, not even a half-blood! 

And I wanted her.  And I was used to getting what I wanted.  I was losing control of myself.  I had to have her!

          I pause…what am I saying?  Once again, sounding like my father.  But still, I was used to getting whatever I desired.  And how I desired her.  To have to be mine and no one else's, by choice and not by force. 

But Krum, that bastard!  He was planning on raping her, and it was going to be soon, I knew that, the fourth annual Yule Ball was going to be soon.  A few weeks I believe.  Didn't matter, Durmstrang and that other school, what was there name…?  Oh yeah, Beauxbatons, with that Veela, Fleur…I remember her…she's has a thing for Potter I hear, ever since he saved her little sister.

          But Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were coming next week, which must mean that the Yule Ball is soon!

          "Alright class…" Snape said, interrupting my thoughts.  "I've been told to announce the coming of the Yule Ball, it will be in two weeks, as for your assignment…" his voice trailed, I was no longer listening.

          I looked at Hermione, her expression was hard to read, but it was one of discontentment.

          Class ended shortly after that.  I walked out trying to catch up with Potter, Weasley, and Hermione, not to talk with them, but to listen in on what was being said.

          I didn't bother to wait for Crabbe, Goyle, or Pansy.

          "Herm…what's bothering you?  You went as white as Malfoy at the mention of the Yule Ball…" Weasley asked, looking at her with concern.

          She did a light smiled, "Oh, it's nothing, I just don't know if I'm gonna go that's all…" she replied, her voice betraying her expression.

          "'Mione, I know you're lying…what's wrong?  You always liked going to the Yule Ball last year…is Victor not coming this year?" Potter asked.  The idiot.  I could tell what was wrong.

          Hermione shook her head hastily, "No he's coming, I just don't know if I really feel like it…" her voice trailed.

          "Well does it have something to do with Krum?" Weasley asked.  I could tell that he didn't like mentioning his name any more, ever since he and Hermione went together in fourth year.  He still liked her, too bad for him I suppose.

          Hermione cringed, "No, really guys I'm fine, I'm just……oh I don't know…tired I suppose…"

          I snorted, tired, yeah right!  She didn't even want to confide her feelings to her two best friends.

          Unfortunately I snorted too loudly, the heard me and turned.

          "What do you want Malfoy?" Weasley spat out.   

          I didn't look at him, rather at Hermione who was looking straight back at me.

          "Well?  Come on, out with it?  What do you want!?" Weasley said again.

          Potter glared at me, I smirked, "What's wrong Potter?  Angry with me?  What have I done?"

          "Just answer the question," Hermione demanded.  "What do you want?"

          I shouldn't have said what I did, but I was getting tired of waiting, "You."

          Her mouth opened in surprise.

          Potter and Weasley took protective steps in front of her.  Like they could stop me from getting what I wanted.

          We were in the main hall, probably not the best place to start a fight, but what the hell?  I didn't really care any more.  A few of the passing students glanced our way, but didn't stop, nothing had really happened, yet.

          "What was that!?" Potter demanded.

          "I want her," I repeated calmly.

          "What do you mean?" Weasley asked, just as steamed as the other.

          "Are you always this stupid or is today just a special occasion?  Let me say it again.  I.  Want.  Her."

          That's when they decided it would be a good time to launch themselves at me, both Weasley and Potter throwing useless punches left and right.  I didn't fight back.

          "Stop!" Hermione said, pulling them off of me.

          "Why!?" Weasley demanded.

          Hermione shot him a look, "Ron, he's not fighting back, you'll just get into trouble, leave him!"

          Potter and the weasel exchanged looks, then nodded, "Alright, let's go 'Mione," said Potter.

          "No," she stated simply.  "I want to talk to Malfoy, you two leave…"

          I wasn't the only one who looked confused, both Golden Boy and Weasley had their jaws dropped.

          But before they could say anything, Hermione shot them such a deadly glare, I didn't think even my father was capable of.

          The two swallowed hard and then left.

          So now it was just me and her.

          Alone.