Hello there, as of late my stories have started being viewed rather negatiely, therefore I have decided to try a mew approach to my writing. This is still a Dramione fic true but I am trying desperately to improe my writing, Chapters will be added as quickly as possible and all reviews will be taken into considdeeration before I finalise any more chapters, so have fun reading and give me an honest R+R!
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The first match o the year; Slytherin vs Gryfindor. He sat amount his firebolt, surveying the pitch from above. A sea of green,silver,red and gold. Nothing was on his mind except capturing the snitch, beating Gryfindor- beating potty and the weasel. Draco Malfoy had been waiting for this day all year. The day Slytherin beat those measly pussycats and the day he squashed potters reputation as 'king of the Quiditch pitch' for good.
Thats when the horns blew, and the crowds were screaming and then within five minuets Potter had caught the snitch.
To cut it short Draco Malfoy was livid. Today was supposed to be his day. He landed his broom and stormed off the pitch. In the changing room his friends tried to console him, but it was no use. He silently dressed and marched to the great hall. Whilst on the way he cast death glares in the direction of any student that dared look in his direction.
Unfortunately before he reached the great hall He was pulled into a dark deserted corridor.
He was about to attack when..
"Drakeypoo how was the match"
This made him even more angry, not only the fact that his moronic girlfriend had dared ask about the match, but the fact that she had clearly not bothered to turn up and watch.
"Have you not already fucking herd?"
"Oh was it bad news Drakey?" Pansy pouted"im sure i can find away to fix that sadness " and with that she launched herself upon him.
Before her lips could reach his, he shoved her, hard. Harder than he'd expected too. She fell back and quickly tried to come at him again.
Did the girl not get the message? He didn't want her desperate lips - or body - anywhere near him.
"FUCK OFF PANSY" he roared as he shoved her away again. He walked off, his badmood deepening after the encounter with his decidedly now ex girlfriend.
He entered the great hall to see the whole of Gryfindor cheering and celebrating. Which made his mood worse.
By this point he was literally seething hatred. He decided to retire to the one quiet place he could think of, the one place where no one would be at this time, the library.
The walk to the library itself had calmed Draco down by a considerable amount. So he decide he would take a seat at the table within the library closet toward the back. That way nobody would pass him or speak to him until he'd calmed down.
Just as he turned the last corner who should he see? Granger.
'Filthy little mudblood' he thought to himself, trust her to be the only Gryfindor not celebrating, the only Gryfidor invading his space.
"You're in my seat mudblood" he sneered, insulting the muggle-borns always brought a slight happiness to him.
"i was un-aware seats within the library were reserved" she replied barely looking up from her book
"if you ask me, they shouldn't let filth like you within this place, never mind into my seat" she snapped her book shut and looked up.
"Well i didn't ask for your opinion!" she blurted as she scrambled out of her chair and stormed out of the library.
He watched her walk away as he smirked. Teasing the mudbloods always cheered him up, especially when said mudblood was Hermione Granger. Lately it seemed all of the other muggle-borns had lost their...oomph, they just put their head down and shied away from his insults. Granger was the only one he could rely on to get a good reaction out of anymore.
As the minuets ticked by Draco began to feel more and more calm, something about being around knowledge made him feel relaxed, and what better place to find knowledge than a library?
"bloody hell Harry, I still cant believe it"
"Well I can, and its about time, these last six years of watching you flirt has been painfully dragging"
"well if you knew she liked me why didn't you give me hint!"
it was obvious! Thats why!"
Draco sighed, just when he thought he'd escaped the golden threesome, two of them were back. He was about to go round the corner when he heard
"well me and Hermione have been together for 3 months now, do you think its time?"
At this, he couldn't control himself, a shriek of laughter echoed through the library as Potter and Weasel shot round his corner.
"asking your virginal friend for sex advice? I never knew you were THAT pathetic weasel" he snorted as he finished his sentence, Ron began to go red, whether this was with anger or embarrassment he was unsure.
"keep your nose out Malfoy" replied Harry, clearly straining himself to keep calm.
"and i know Granger is a dirty little mudblood, but even she could do better than you weasel" with a final snort he walked put of the library, he could only imagine how red the weasel ha turned now - most definitely with anger this time. .
Potions class brought the perfect opportunity to tease Granger again, by no fault of his own they had been assigned a project to work on together. They had both immediately complained about the arrangement, but neither had wanted detention so acceptance was the only option. She sat at his desk with him, despair written on her face as she stared over toward Harry and Ron who were giving her sympathetic looks from the front of the class room.
"would you please stop staring at your horrifically haired boyfriend Granger, its making me feel sick."
Immediately she blushed.
"How do you know about that!" She squeaked ,trying to hide her face in the potions book.
"well when weaselbeat asks potter extremely loudly for sexual advice in the middle of the library, it was hard for me not to hear" a smirk played on Draco's lips.
"he WHAT?" She exclaimed, aiming daggers at Ron's back.
"Oh I'm sure loosing your virginity to weasel will be more than a dear diary moment Granger"
"although it is none of your business i would like to inform you i will most definitely NOT be loosing my virginity to Ronald."
"poor Weasley, he's got all his hopes up, an you're going to just let him down like that? Typical mudblood"
"it should interest you to know that it is none of your business Malfoy. Now leave me alone"
Disappointed at her reaction he sank back into his seat. Maybe he'd broken the last high spirited mudblood in the school. They worked the rest of the lesson in silence, until the bell finally rang and she scuttled off to her pathetic friends.
"Mr Malfoy could you please stay seated"
Although Snape was Malfoys favourite teacher, he couldn't help but sigh anxiously.
"It seems you are falling behind Mr Malfoy"
"That is impossible professor" he snorted.
Snap arched his brow as he looked down his nose toward the boy. "I may cater to your needs due to my alliance with your family, however when you begin fall behind, I cannot keep you top of the class without arrousing suspicion; therefore you will complete a one thousand word essay on wolfsbane and its uses."
Malfoy raised an eyebrow as if challenging the professor. "Other wise, you will be doing it in a weeks long detention, do I make myself clear Mr Malfoy?"
Malfoy nodded sullenly and stalked out of the classroom, Snape was supposed to be his aly, he couldn't understand why he had decided to act like a real professor now.
Annoyed, he walked through the dungeons and came to the entrance to the Slytherin common room. "Unicorn blood" he muttered as the portrait swung open and he stepped inside. Once inside the common room he flung himself down onto one of the black leather sofas and let out a sigh. He hated the thought of wasting his valuable time writing a ridiculous essay, but he hated more the thought of falling even further behind within the lesson, oh the embarrassment. A Slytherin, failing potions, whist a mudblood passed with flying colours, or whatever mudbloods passed with.
At that a smirk crept across his face as an idea formed in his mind. Yes it was risky, but if he could get the little bitch to agree then he would have no problems, but how could he get her to agree?.
The next morning he awoke early, dressed and began the ascent to the fourth floor. The mudbloods house occupied the seventh floor, but venturing that far into her territory was too risky. So he waited on the fourth floor in the shadows, hoping she'd pass by alone.
Surely enough, as though Merlin has granted his wish, at five minuets past eight she came scuttling down the hall her nose buried in a book. He quickly put one arm round her shoulders and one hand over her mouth and dragged her through the nearest door.
He pressed her against the wall and looked into her eyes. "I am going to release you in a moment, and when I remove my hand from your mouth, if you try to scream or run, I will crucio you"
He looked at her waiting for her to give him a hint she understood but when she did not give off any hint, he snarled "understand Granger?" To this she nodded and he removed his hands from her.
He wasn't sure at what point it happened but he suddenly became aware of his erection. Slightly embarrassed as he was sure she could feel it pressing into her leg, he lowered his voice "I have a proposition for you"
She arched her brow and snorted.
"Those disgusting noises do nothing for you Granger, you're already a mudblood, at least try and act like lady"
She snorted again and to his dismay her arrogance seemed to make his erection more intense. He awkwardly coughed before continuing, "I have some how managed to fall behind in potions class, so professor Snape has saddled me with a 1000 word essay on wolfsbane and its uses, I want you to do my essay for me"
She gave a disbelieving snort "and why for the love of merlin would I do that?"
"Because if you don't ill tell everyone how you all but raped me inside a broom closet."
She laughed "thats not even true, and no one would believe it!"
With that he slammed into her their lips meeting. She tried to push him off, but he held her pinned against the wall, violating her mouth with his tongue. She had no choice but to kiss him back. When he finally pulled away from her, he wiped his mouth and smirked.
"Your a bastard." She all but growled as he threw a roll of parchment at her.
"I know, oh and ill expect that essay in two days, meet me here and DONT be late" with one last smirk he slinked out of the closet, leaving a disgruntled Hermione in the darkness,