A/N: Well, I only got one review for this story so far, but every review counts for something, so yes. Here is the second chapter. Hope you enjoy it. And one more thing, this chapter is dedicated to my long time friend Bethany Macrowski, who passed away on Thursday 7/20/06 at 11:00 P.M from cancer. She died at home surrounded by family. My prayers lie with her, her family and her six-year-old daughter Adrianna.
Because It Was Our Secret
Draco's POV:
Ah yes. There's one thing I love most about being who I am. Can you guess it? Alright… Then I'll tell you. If there's one thing I would have to choose, it's all of the pretty women I can pick from. There are women to my left and women to my right, and they're all throwing themselves at me. When I first realized I was well…attractive, it was my third year. I'd grown into my frame a bit; my blonde locks growing wild and untamed… Ha! Yeah right! I was as well kept as ever, even though every once and a while my hair would be a little…rebellious, and poke me in the eye. But other than that, we didn't have any other disagreements.
So, I was climbing off of Pansy. I wiped my forehead on her shirt and stood up, fixing my trousers. Pulling them back up, and securing them… Now don't get me wrong. Pansy's not all that great but she's available. Ah yes, available to fulfill my every need. For about an hour, and then I'm ready to go again. I walked out of our deserted compartment, only to find that mudblood Granger staring listlessly out the window. I remembered earlier on in the day, when she'd bumped into me. She hadn't even looked insulted by me speaking to her… She'd seemed pretty… Well…neutral. She didn't even seem to mind that I was beating up on her sissy boyfriend.
"Well, well," I remarked loudly. "Did you like what you heard?"
Of course she immediately denied that she'd heard anything. But the fact is, I know how to make women scream. I know what they like, and I know what they can't live without. And each of those things ends in the word: me. I wasn't always this cocky, mind you. Like I said earlier, it happened in my third year.
Flashback:
I got off of the train, and straightened my robes. The crisp air brushed lightly over my skin and I put on my signature smirk. Girls either loved it, or they hated it. But most of them loved it…I guess. There was a lot of chatter around me and some of the females were getting close enough for me to hear bits of their conversations.
"Is that Malfoy?" a Gryffindor asked. She turned out to be Parvati Patil.
"Yes," I'd snapped. "What business is that of yours?"
"Well," Parvati said with one of those girlish giggles, which during that time in my life made me want to gag. "You've grown!"
"Really?" I asked, realizing I was at least a foot taller than she. But Indian girls have never been my type.
"Yes," Lavender piped in. I turned away rolling my eyes.
"Alrighty then…" I murmured, feeling my face flush.
But after that, it was like my eyes were opened to a whole new world…of girls. And it was at that point in time that I realized I liked them. And of course somewhere, my father, if he knew this new revelation, was probably thanking Merlin with all of his heart. He thought I was gay.
End.
"You certainly are full of yourself aren't you Ferret?" Hermione had yelled over her shoulder. I glared at the back of her curly mane.
"At least I have a reason to be full of myself," I murmured. "Whereas you, my little no it all, only have your brain power."
So, Granger and I had a rather enjoyable little scuffle in train corridor and went our separate ways. But for some reason after that, I couldn't get her off of my mind. At all…what so ever. It was like a picture of Granger had been zapped into my brain by little green aliens, and set right in front of my eyes like a burning Death Eater flag.
"Damn you mudblood," I grumbled to myself as I set off down the hall. It was then that somebody reached out from another empty compartment and yanked my tie, pulling me into darkness. I was ready to fight my way out, using my fists and sharp perfect teeth, but I didn't have to. It was only Pansy.
"What the devil has gotten into you?" I bellowed.
"What was that?" she asked, one thin dark eyebrow raised. Her blue eyes were livid and icy as I stared down at her.
"We just went through our routine insults Pansy. It's required," I said as though this were obvious.
"Oh really Draco? Because it almost seemed as if you were enjoying your "routine insults," she snapped, making little quotation signs with her fingers. They looked like wiggling rabbit ears to me.
"Why do you care what I do?" I murmured.
"Because Draco," she growled in my ear, making the hair stand up on my neck, and not in a good way, may I add. "You're mine," she hissed. "Not anyone else's. Mine."
"I hardly think you're the judge of that," I began, but her small hand darted below my waist and grabbed a hold of my crotch. Once she'd latched on she squeezed as hard as her little fingers could muster, and I let out a short squeak of pain. Yes, a squeak.
"Do we have an understanding?" she whispered into my neck. I shook my head stubbornly, feeling her hot breath create moisture on my skin. If it was even possible, her fingers grew tighter. I held my breath, and closed my eyes, trying my hardest to compose myself. I let my breath out and looked down at her coolly, even though I was dying.
"Well then Pansy," I said in a calm collected voice. I hoped that I wasn't red in the face, or else this would have no effect at all. "You might as well just rip it off, because no girl is going to tell me what I can and can't do," I whispered venomously.
She looked a bit unnerved, which put my evil smirk back in its place.
Draco: 1 Pansy: 0I reached down quickly and grabbed her wrist firmly. She immediately let go of my poor manhood. I named him Mr. Sunshine by the way… And after a moment of an unblinking staring contest, she stormed out of our darkened compartment, straightening her robes. I sighed and shook my head. This was going to be an extremely long year. Especially now that Pansy had gotten it in her head that she "owned" me.
I entered our compartment a little while later, holding a small bottle of apple juice in my pale fingers. I sat next to a fifth year girl named Carla Gibbons and put my arm around her. She had long, wavy brown hair. Not at all like Granger's but smoother. Her skin was pale, and her lips were a soft peachy tinge, that just made you want to stare at them all day. That is, if you couldn't snog the living Christ out of them. Pansy tensed up visibly across from me and I grinned challengingly at her. No girl, and I repeat, no girl at all is going to tell me what to do.
But my concentration was broken when I hear a lot of commotion in the hall. I stood and glanced out of the compartment door window, to find Hermione Granger storming out, holding an empty Pumpkin Juice container.
"No Ronald!" she screamed. "It's not alright! How can saying something like that ever be alright?"
"Like what?" I whispered to myself. Yes, I was being nosy. But I have to say, it is in my nature. Little did I know, I was about to be dragged in to this whole bloody spat.
"Look, I didn't mean anything by it Hermione. I just thought you'd been gone to the lavatory for a long time. Honestly, since when does it take anyone twenty minutes to pee?" he bellowed in his defense.
I pressed my nose against the glass, with my smirk in its rightful place. Until I realized they were coming my way, so I sat back down.
"Fine Ronald," she screeched. "If you don't believe me, ask him for yourself!" And with that she stopped right outside my compartment door and wrenched it open. She stood there glaring around at my company and me, her chest heaving heavily.
"What?" Weasel-B snapped.
"That's right," Hermione hissed, her face tinged with frustration. At this, several doors to compartments had been opened to see what all this could be about. And I was slightly uncomfortable where I was seated. I felt as though I were on exhibit at a zoo. Usually I wouldn't mind this sort of attention, but when women get that scornful look in their eyes, I don't want anything to do with it. Seeing as, even if it's not directed straight at me, there's still I chance I could get publicly humiliated. Especially when it includes a female Gryffindor. "Go on, ask him. Or should I?"
"Ask me what?" I demanded angrily. They had disturbed the peace damn it!
"Was I with you fifteen minutes ago Malfoy?" she surged furiously. I heard Pansy snicker from somewhere across from me. Once again I was given ammo to burn her with. To burn both girls with actually.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I said urgently, staring Hermione down in her deep brown eyes.
"What?" she asked slightly confused. "I'm trying to prove a point to my idiot boyfriend, that nothing's going on between us…" Hermione trailed off looking at me pointedly.
"Right. As if he doesn't already know," I snapped. "I can't believe you Hermione, are you that obvious?"
"What? Hermione? Since when does he call you that?" Weasley screamed. Hermione stared at me dumbfounded.
"What the hell are you doing, Malfoy?" she demanded quietly. I gave her the look that only a pureblooded wizard such as myself, and a mudblood could share.
"Malfoy?" I asked, with a wounded look gracing my features. "Come on Hermione. We've been caught. Why hide it now?"
I was loving this. I had several people fuming. Pansy looked as though she were going to explode, her face blotchy and red, Granger just stared at me, with her mouth gaping open and closed like a gold fish out of water, and Ronald was turning redder than I'd ever seen him before. I feared for the little Weasel's life, actually.
"I can't believe you!" Hermione said advancing on me slightly. "You sneaky, little, fowl, loathsome creature," she spat. "How could you… How could I? I would never touch you!"
Ah yes! And it's I, Draco Malfoy against the entire world!
"Oh yeah?" I asked, pretending to get angry myself. I stood up towering over her, staring deep into her eyes intently, as if I were actually feeling something for her at this moment. I then grabbed her swiftly by the shoulders and pulled her small frame into me, lifting her slightly off of her feet, bringing her full lips to mine. I then kissed her passionately, chancing a glance at the compartment door to find Ron standing there shocked. I then broke away dramatically, and set her back down upon her feet. "Do you remember now?" I asked her.
She touched her lips for a long moment, staring blankly at my chest as though she was suffering some severe head trauma. She then turned and bolted out of the compartment, with her hand still clamped over her mouth. At this, Weasley pulled his wand out of his robes and pointed it at my chest.
"I should kill you for that," he whispered.
"Ron!" Harry called from somewhere down the corridor. "Come on! Forget Malfoy! We have to catch up to Hermione!"
"Oh, where has she gone?" I asked, my eyebrows raised. With one last look of scorn directed at me, Saint Weakling hurried away.
After they were well out of earshot, assuming Miss Granger had run into the second train car, my mates and I burst out laughing, and high-fiving left and right.
"That was some rubbish!" Blaise cackled. "But it was quite a show. I'll give you that, Malfoy, you crazy git!"
I beamed at my audience who was smiling at me appreciative. Even Pansy surprisingly, although I know that kiss pissed her off. Why couldn't I ever kiss her like that? Well, it was because she slobbered all over my chin with simple pecks.
"Now," I began. "Who has some mouth wash for me?"
At this a new wave of laughter burst out in our compartment. This had been the most eventful train ride in the history of Hogwarts, in my opinion.
A/N: Hmmm. Not many reviews at all. Thank you Queen of the Scoubies though. For taking the time to read all of my work…Well almost all of it!