This story will have sex, bondage and non-con if any of that bothers you, please leave the story now.
Chapter one: Unwanted Thoughts
Hermione walked down the long corridor to the Heads' common room, the heels of her Mary-Janes clicked on the marble floor, as she once again huffed and hoisted her heavy bag onto her shoulder. She was tired, and desperately wanted to seek the soft fluffiness of her bed. "United," she said to the painting as she came up to it. It swung open revealing the common room she shared with the head boy. She sighed heavily, as she had spotted the head boy draped across one of the couches. Pansy, his 'Monday' girl, was clinging to his arm so tightly, it was as if she thought he was going to turn into a slimy snake-which he was-and slither away from her at any moment. "Malfoy, don't you ever read the rules? It says in article fifteen paragraph four, that we are not supposed to have any sort of…" she looked at Pansy and turned her nose up at her, "smelly lovers around in the common room when the other head isn't present."
"Jeez, Mudblood, no wonder you are so uptight. With all that memorizing of books that you do, you never have time to get laid," said Draco, smirking at her.
Hermione's cheeks turned red as she blushed at the comment. "A-at least I am not sleeping with someone who smells like a wet dog and looks like one too."
Pansy glared at her. "I'll have you know Mudblood; this perfume is very expensive, almost four-hundred gallons. Something your dirt poor muggle parents could never afford!" the pug-nosed girl snapped.
Hermione held her head high, "I will have you know, my family owns a very successful business and are very well off in the terms of money."
Draco scoffed, "They are still dirt poor compared to the Malfoys; we are the richest wizarding family in the world."
"You're so full of yourself Malfoy; or did you forget that big scary daddy Lucius is in Azkaban and mommy dearest abandoned you at first chance for her new plaything. It must be lonely being in that manor all by yourself, with your inheritance slowly slipping away through your fingers."
Pansy stood, wand pointing at Hermione, "How dare you insult my Drakie Poo!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Like I really care. What are you going to do Parkinson, hex me with beauty spells? I think you already have done enough damage on yourself. I personally would go lighter on the makeup, it makes you look..." she paused to think of a word, "Whorish." She then walked past the couple and went up the stairs to her room, where she said her password and entered the room.
She sighed as she took of her heavy robes and plopped down on her bed. She crawled up her bed and threw her head into her pillows and just as she was about to drift off and dream of her long past lover there was a loud knock at her door. "Mudblood, get your fat arse out here!" yelled Draco, still pounding on her door.
She groaned loudly and covered her head with a pillow trying to block his annoying yelling out, but it was no use. Finally, she huffed and pulled the pillow off her head. "Go away! I am trying to sleep Malfoy!"
"Mudblood!" He yelled loud enough she was sure the whole castle could hear him. Why was he so angry? What had gotten his knickers in such a twist? Getting up she stomped over to her door and swung it open, "What!" She snapped, while glaring at him.
He glared back, his eye filled with hatred. "Don't you ever insult me like that in front of any of my friends again, or I will—"
"Or you will what Malfoy? Kill me? I would like to see you get away with it." She gasped, as Malfoy painfully grabbed her shoulders and pushed her into her room and over to her bed. Once she was at the edge, he pushed her into it, making her fall on the bed; before she could sit up, he leaned over her.
Gently he ran his thumb over her soft full lips—she stared at him in surprise and terror—before pushing his manicured fingernail into her cheek, making her wince in pain and glare at him. He then put his head near her ear; he breathed softly, his hot breath moving across her skin making her shiver unconsciously. A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes before he whispered, "I'll do worse than kill you Mudblood, I'll break you." He then moved away from her, turned, and walked out her door.
Hermione shivered as she felt her body heat up in unconscious anticipation. She shook her head banishing the thoughts that had entered her mind away. She then grabbed her wand and closed her door warding it. Rolling over, she screamed into her pillow. Merlin's underwear! She was not going to get sleep now, not with the dirty unwanted thoughts of Draco Malfoy running through her head at a mile a minute.