Author's Note:
I want to clarify a few things before I continue with the story (I should've done this in the first chapter but I forgot. Sorry!). The sixth book never happened - Malfoy hasn't become a Death Eater, Dumbledore didn't die, and the Death Eaters never got in the castle. The story also isn't compliant with the seventh book, obviously. I'm sorry if the plot is a bit jumbled right now, I'm just writing out ideas as I get them so some subplots might be tweaked but the main idea that's in the story summary is the same, just very general so I might adjust it.
Also, I changed the amount of time Malfoy had to seduce Hermione from two weeks to the end of the school year. It just didn't seem reasonable :P and since I'm thinking about developing this into a novella or novel, he's gonna need more time!
Thanks for all the favorite story/story alert/review emails I got :) Keep them coming!
"Missed me, Granger?"
Hermione whipped around to see Malfoy smirking at her, lying on her bed half naked. She screamed and fell backwards, watching with wide eyes as Draco suddenly transformed into a giant snake, slithering out of the covers and making its way to her. Its forked tongue slithered out, licking her toe, making her shriek and crawl out the door, bringing herself to her feet. As she ran to the portrait hole, she saw another Malfoy snogging a girl against the wall, and as she turned her head on her way out she caught a brief glimpse of the girl, who was moaning with pleasure.
She gasped, stopping in her tracks. It was her. Hermione watched the scene from a week ago unfold before her eyes, not noticing the snake crawl up her side and wrap itself around her shoulders. She felt a sharp pang as it bit down on her neck, and as her eyes fluttered shut the other Malfoy looked up, a silver glint in his eyes.
Hermione shot out of bed, breathing heavily and covered in sweat.
"Shit!" she shouted, throwing aside the covers and leaping out of bed. She was burning, and she stripped off her clothes rapidly as she made her way to the bathroom. Wrenching open the door to the shower, she flung herself inside, ready to cool down her burning body.
She realized something was wrong when she felt hot water hitting her feet.
"Morning, Granger."
Hermione froze. Please, no, she mentally prayed, even though she knew the only plausible person the voice could be attached to was a certain blonde haired Slytherin.
She turned around slowly, cheeks reddening. "Good morning, Malfoy." she said conversationally. He was smirking at her yet again. She allowed herself two seconds to admire his godly body, water falling off his shoulders like a waterfall, before snapping up to meet his gaze.
"Any reason why you've decided to join me for a shower?" he asked, chuckling. "Actually, I'd rather just know why you're drenched in sweat. Did you have a dream about me?" he winked suggestively.
"A nightmare, actually," Hermione grumbled, her hands folding across her chest in a vain attempt to hide her exposed body.
"Relax, Granger," Malfoy rolled his eyes. "It's not anything I haven't seen before."
Hermione blushed, but wrapped her arms more tightly around herself.
Draco watched her, bemused. "So are you going to just going to stand there and watch me or actually do something?"
She didn't budge, but proceeded to glare at him furiously.
"Fine," he shrugged. "I guess I just have to do it for you." Hermione's eyes widened in surprise as he squirted shampoo into his palm, rubbing his hands together before reaching up and carefully lathering her head. She felt soapy suds drip down her back as he slowly massaged the liquid into her scalp. The action felt so intimate to her, and she watched him as he focused on her hair, a slight smile on his lips.
Hermione later convinced herself that she slipped on the wet tile, but in reality she had flung herself at Draco and smashed her lips onto his, causing him to stagger backwards and hit the shower door. In one loud crash, the door snapped at the hinge and they both fell onto the floor, Hermione sprawled on top of Draco.
She scrambled to her feet, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself. Malfoy did the same, but much slower, rubbing his head with a pained expression on his face.
"Bloody hell," he complained. "What was that for?"
"I slipped," Hermione said defensively.
"Your lips slipped and fell onto my mouth?" he asked, smirking.
She chose to ignore him and turned instead to the broken shower door, grabbing her wand from next to the sink.
"Reparo." The door flew up and reattached itself to the wall.
"Thanks," Draco said, stepping in and closing the door after him. He threw his towel over the door and turned the faucet on.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked curiously. "We have class in 10 minutes!"
"Well, I wasn't able to finish showering because some deranged woman broke my shower door." He stated matter of factly through the glass.
"But you're going to be late!"
"Oh, no," Draco said sarcastically.
Hermione huffed in response and stalked out of the bathroom, grabbing her things and racing out the door. She arrived at Potions, panting, just as Snape was waving the door closed with his wand.
"Nice of you to join us, Miss Granger," he sneered. "However, lateness is not tolerated in my class. 10 points from Gryffindor."
"But I-"
"Sit."
Hermione made to go sit at her usual seat next to Harry and Ron, but Snape stopped her.
"Actually, I'd like you to sit here today, next to Mr. Zabini. His usual partner is… absent." Snape smirked.
Hermione fumed silently at the unfairness at it all as she sulked in her new seat.
"Granger," Blaise nodded in acknowledgement at her.
Hermione, who had never even gotten a glance in her direction before, looked at him in surprise.
"Blaise," she stated.
"Today you will be brewing Babbling Beverages. Ingredients can be found in the storage room. You will be testing your potions, so do not do things carelessly, Mr. Weasley." All eyes turned to Ron, who had fallen asleep and was drooling into his cauldron.
"Begin."
Hermione shot up and raced to the cabinet, gathering all the proper ingredients before heading back to her table, her arms full. She grabbed her silver knife and began chopping up the lacewing flies.
Blaise was leaning back in his chair, his hands behind his head.
"You could help," Hermione said irritably.
He shrugged. "You seem to be doing all right without me."
She shot him a look. "Put these in and then stir ten times counterclockwise." She shoved the chopped flies at him and returned to cutting and slicing.
By the end, their potion was complete. With begrudging assistance from Blaise, they had been one of the first to finish. Hermione peered into the bubbling cauldron, studying the liquid carefully.
"Oh no!" she cried. "The book says by the end the potion should be a light periwinkle, but ours is more lavender!"
Blaise scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Who cares? It's better than Finch-Fletchley's puce green over there," he nodded in the direction of a foul, sulfuric smell, emanating from Justin's table.
"Well, alright," Hermione said worriedly. "Alright, now we have to taste it…" she quickly produced two glasses and handed one to Blaise. She scooped the liquid into her cup and downed it quickly.
Hermione knew at once something went wrong. All the moisture evaporated from her throat, making her feel as though it were made of sandpaper. Blaise watched her with widened eyes as she gulped, trying to wet her mouth. She grabbed a flask that was sitting at Blaise's desk.
"That's not-" Blaise began, watching her drain the flask of its entire contents. "Water," he finished.
Hermione coughed and spluttered as her throat and mouth returned to their normal state. "What did you do?" she managed to choke out.
"I did everything you told me!" he argued.
She felt her sight start to go fuzzy. "What was in that drink?" she slurred.
"Firewhiskey." Hermione's head jolted up with a start. "What! I told you not to drink it. Stupid Mudblood," he muttered.
The class finally ended, and Hermione shot him a loathing glare before gathering her things and rushing out the door, her head pounding.
