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Here's my first Dramione fanfiction.

Rated M, for languages and future lemons. (You have been warned)

Characters belongs to J.K Rowling

My grammar and vocabulary might be pretty bad, but at least I'm trying. I'm here to express my imagination and improve my writing skills ;)

I hope you enjoy reading.

Chapter 1

Draco Malfoy

Once upon a time, there was this arrogant bastard of Slytherin, from Hogwarts named Draco Malfoy. People from Gryffindor called him 'ferret', due to once he was transformed into one by Hermione Granger, the 'oh so smart filthy mudblood of Gryffindor from Hogwarts.

Draco Malfoy hated Hermione Granger.

This Draco-fucking-Malfoy is known to be the worst and also the best of all Slytherins. Playing pranks on every house students, was all he do. Went out with some chicks, slept with them and dumped them the other day, and leave them drowned in tears. However, those chicks are mostly chicks from the Slytherin's house. He admitted he did hang out with some from Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and not Gryffindor. The best excuse for not touching Gryffindor chicks was, 'Harry Potter', along with his gang members 'Hermione Granger' and 'Ron Weasley'. They are filthy, they really are, and there's no way that Draco Malfoy would get himself to sleep with one of the Gryffindors.

Proudly he assumed, well he was, a quite good looking blonde boy himself, and not to mention 'very wealthy'. He scored second or third in almost his entire subject, if it wasn't for that good for nothing Gryffindor princess, Hermione Granger, he would have score the first. She was always the 'first'.

How he hated her, the way she raised up her hands for every questions the teacher asked, acting like she's a smartest of all, which she is. Score perfect in every class and lessons, and homework done in time with perfect answers. For Merlin's sake, what kind of brain she had in that muggle thick skull.

Whenever he saw her passing him, he would tease her to cry, with all his almighty insults coming out from his filthy little mouth. Oh-how he despised her so much and he knew vice versa. He had to admit he found her quite, actually err,, 'p-p-pre-pre-pretty', the first time he saw her. But he convinced himself, that there was no way and no how in hell; that he was or would be attracted to her. Not now, not ever! He would rather bury his head under the ground then finding himself attracted to a chick from the enemy side, especially when she's a 'mudblood'.

Sometimes, he could feel his fireplace of jealousy burned up, by the infamous Potty and Weasel. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, those two total douchebag friends of Hermione Granger, cozying around Granger, following her to wherever she was going to and vice versa. What in the name of Lord is so good about those two? Draco Malfoy, the prince of all Slytherins, is so much better than those two idiots and what and why on earth was he getting all jello about!

Well, everyday and everything was perfect, until, Yule ball. The day he would stuck his head in the ground had finally came. Not admitting himself, he was restless for days, ever since the ball. Draco Malfoy had been a psycho stranger for the past three days.

Draco Malfoy, lying on his king sized bed, looking up on his room ceiling. It was 2 am in the morning and he couldn't get himself to sleep. What worst, this had been going on for three days, ever since the Yule ball, when and where he encountered the angelic looking mudblood and her date, the gorilla Krum.

What is wrong with me? ,he thought to himself, over and over again.

The image of Hermione Granger kept popping inside his head, and he hated himself for that. She had been haunting his mind for three bloody restless days. What worst, he would find himself getting lost in his mind, staring at her, in the great hall, in the classroom, in the library, in the hallway, well, actually, everywhere in school, for the past three days.

This morning, while he was on his way to the history class, he, Crabbe and Goyle decided to pass the school yard for shortcut. There he saw Granger sitting under the tree, reading.

His heart skipped a beat as he saw her. He slowed down his walking pace, until he finally stopped, as he examined her angelic looking face, his mind was drifting away. Not long, until loud laughter was heard. Looking annoyed, he turned his head to Crabbe and Goyle, who laughed like they had never laughed before, and he wasn't sure what they were laughing about, until he felt something sticky and muddy under one of his expensive leather shoe. He looked down and there then he realized he had stepped on some bloody droppings.

This flashback sure infuriates him, because, that was the most embarrassing thing, that had ever happen to him.

He remembered how she looked three days ago, in the event.

He was about to insult her that night, after the professor calling out Granger name and Krum's. He stopped and stunned, as she and the gorilla walked in.

She looked awfully beautiful and all dolled up in that purple dress and a pair of matching heels on her. The way her brown curly hair was beautifully decorated, made her score a hundred. He had never thought a mudblood would look so unbearably gorgeous and stunning and how gracefully she danced on the dance floor. Her laughter was suddenly a melody in his ears and her smile gave him the sensation of flopping butterflies in his stomach. Worst of all her sexiness really turned him on. Draco Malfoy was floating in the air by the moment. How he wished to touch her right there and then.

His head doth swoon to left and right, and he couldn't leave her eyes off of her. He couldn't help but to just stand by the side of the dance floor getting boiled in hot heat by Viktor Krum. Both, anger and bliss had consumed him that very moment. He even forgot about Pansy, who was supposed to be his date that night, and oh how pissed she was.

A part of him wanted to snatch her away from that git, Krum. A part of him telling himself, he was being stupid and need to wake up right that moment. He just couldn't make up a decision. He knew it would be way too embarrassing, if he walked on to Krum and snatch that filthy little 'angelic looking' mudblood away from him. Besides, he would get pound on the face, either by Krum or Granger, or probably both. He couldn't risk himself into ending up like that.

He couldn't even stop himself from gawking at her. His eyes just wouldn't listen to him and his heart was beating in faster and slower pace at the same time. What a fool he really was.

He hasn't been insulting her and hasn't even talked as much as he always did. He couldn't even concentrate in doing anything, all he did was dreaming away about Granger.

Oh, how embarrassed he had been for the past three days. Some teachers caught him for not concentrating in class and got detention after school for three days in a row. He knew well, Crabbe and Goyle will ask him about the whole day dreaming thing, sooner or later. He just knew this is going to be a fiesta if they found out who he was dreaming about and then he would be as good as dead meat.

"Fuck this Insomnia." He grunted under his breath as he placed his face on the pillow next to the one he lay on.

Dark circles under his eyes, clearing showed how restless he had been. How pathetic of Draco Malfoy, for being in such a pathetic state of life, when especially it was all because of Hermione Granger, that filthy mudblood from Gryffindor, one of his greatest enemy.

There he was revolted to the fact that he had fallen for Granger. Revolted by the way she gave him this effect of jealousy, whenever some prick would try and talk to her, especiallythat jealousy towards Potter and Weasley.

Why from all people, Hermione Granger?

Is this the end of Draco Malfoy the almighty Slytherin?

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