Chapter one

Hermione/Draco

R rating

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story (as much as I wish I did)

I've known of him for a while now, since first year he's always been my enemy.

Snide remarks in the corridors, evil looks throughout classes. But there's always been this sort of coolness that I've admired about him.

No matter what, he always looks cool, even if he just fell down 7 flights of stairs, he'd stand up brush himself off and keep walking, like nothing had happened, like no one could crack his mask.

In first year, I didn't think much of this crush; I mean I was 12, that is normal, right?

My best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley absolutely hated him, right from the moment they had met him in first year. Nothing has changed. And this was quite amusing to see that I would pretend to hate him in front of my friends and secretly be in love with him. It gave me some character, added a bit of mystery to my life.

2nd year and third year passed and not much had changed. At least 200 rumors had been spread about Draco and a lot of girls shagging in different nooks at school. No broom cupboard, empty classroom or toilet cubicle was sacred.

The first time I had heard one of these rumours was on the 3rd floor bathroom wall. "Draco loves Lavender"

How could she?

I was outraged and went bright red; of course no one was there to see me. No one could hear those tears I cried the whole night.

But that wasn't all. Within the next week I was flooded with many more rumors of that sort. Turns out there were many of them, I just hadn't seen them, or heard tell of them. And Draco was creating more.

He was hardly ever at the breakfast table, he's always 30 minutes late for lunch and you'd be lucky if he'd turn up for dinner.

From the Gryffindor table, you can hear the Slytherin girls talking about him. Finding out whose missing from the table, whose shag with him was the best and who would have the next shag seemed to be ALL they ever talked about.

I couldn't help but feel jealous. I started thinking maybe if I had been in Slytherin, Draco wouldn't be so promiscuous, and instead we'd have a solid relationship. It was wrong of me to think I could change someone.

So third year was like a breeze. More like a hurricane, stressed bout exams and teenage angst, there was hardly anytime for me to follow him around. So I sort of gave up on that crush, I knew I could never have him. I knew it.

Until this one day in forth year. I don't know why but I was late to dinner and I was in the entrance hall late after dinner, it must've been closer to midnight than I had thought. When who should walk in but boy prince himself.

He looked happy, not the sort of happy I've ever seen anyone look whilst roaming around alone at midnight.

And he saw me too; I tried to blend in with the background as I thought about the old days. The feelings swelled back inside me and I felt like I was 12 again. All of a sudden I felt this sudden need to pounce on him and push him against a wall and kiss him.

So I did.

He was shocked, I'll never know why. Maybe because I kissed him so well, maybe coz he didn't expect that kind of rough behavior from me.

But what I do know is; there was no struggle from him.

I felt the urge over take me as he led me down to the dungeons and into a private dorm. Well I guess it was his now…

A huge double bed came before my eyes before I was thrown down on it. He lay on top of me and kissed me so passionately, it made me cry.

That night he declared his eternal love for me and no, we didn't go further than kissing. It was enough to have him there, to hold my hand, and my whole life too.

The next day was strange. I got up and left him sleeping to go to breakfast. Ron, of course was wondering where I had been. Stuff him, the library I remember saying.

And that night, I was 'accidentally' late to dinner and 'accidentally' stayed out in the entrance hall waiting for him. I was naïve to think the toy boy could spare a few hours to spend with me whilst I hold is hand. Stupid, naive and right on top of it.

"Ok, so he's not coming," I said to myself as my watch ticked on to one o clock. Step by step I walked away from that magical spot that will stay in my heart forever. When I heard another footstep, I thought I was imagining things. When I felt a hand squeeze my bottom, I thought it was my robes getting caught. But when he kissed me right there on the steps, I knew my dream had come true. In a daze again and I felt my heart beat 20 times faster. I just knew that tonight was going to be special.

He led me by the hand back down to his dorm and onto the bed again but this time he was more dominating. I liked this.

He was on top of me roughly kissing me, which drove me wild. His hands led themselves all over my body and I knew I would give it up to him right there and then.

He undid all the necessary buttons and zips until it was just the two of us, under a warm blanket.

He held me tight up to his chest and I breathed in his deep, manly smell mixed with sweat. I loved every minute of it.

He continued with the kissing and I felt all tired. This was love.

Then I felt him inside me and pleasure took over emotions. He told me he loved me.

'I love you' echoed through my head as we moved as one.

I screamed as pain and pleasure intertwined and bought me speeding towards the first sweet orgasm of my virgin body. Again and again we made sweet passionate love. We were both so sweaty that at one point, we had to get on top of the blanket, which bought a more intense orgasm.

We fucked at least 20 times that morning.

When I got up I was refreshed with an energy I had never felt before.

He told me that he loved me again and again. He loved me… He actually loved me! Me! I couldn't believe it!

The same thing followed every night for the next two weeks. This was normal for a girl of my age. Wasn't it?