Chapter 7: T-shirts and 5-inch heels

A/N: I don't own any of the characters or the settings. The plot is mine however! D

Hermione stared at the picture of her parents. It was the only picture of them taken with a magical camera, and unsuspecting to the camera capturing their movements, Mrs Granger alternated between smiling and flattening down her hair while Mr. Granger spent most of the shot looking at their surroundings.

"'moine! We've gotta go! Finish that last cigarette!" Ginny yelled at her from the door.

Hermione wiped away a stray tear and pressed a kiss to the pictures, tucking it safely into her trunk to take to Hogwards. Picking up the Camel she was smoking earlier from the ashtray, she took two deep drags and ground it out. Spraying herself with Lacost's Think Pink perfume to cover up the smell, Hermione threw the bottle into her trunk and closed the trunk. Dragging it to the door, she left the hotel room they had spent the last weeks of summer in and locked the door shut behind her.


Draco kissed his mother on the cheeks. She didn't appear to notice, as to Draco's growing guilt and exasperation, she had become increasingly detached following Lucious's death. All he ever did was beat her, what the hell is she missing?

He closed his trunk and dragged it towards the door, refusing a nearby house elf's nervous offer to help. Fixing the elf with a blank stare to stop it's babbling, Draco looked back at his mother one more time. On a whim, he grabbed the bottle of Fire Whisky he had left in the hall earlier and took a long swallow before stepping out and into the waiting charmed car.


Rather than driving Hermione's car to the Kings Cross station, the girls took a cab to avoid the problem of parking. The jaguar was parked safely in the much-expanded Burrow.

Both of them had dressed carefully for the occasion. Although they would have to change on the train, what they wear when they get on would provide others with their first impression of them that year. Hermione had kept the appointment of Head Girl in her mind and toned down her outrageous clothes of the summer. She wore dark Seven jeans with white high-healed sandals, classic form-fitting white t-shirt, and an khaki blazer from FCUK, with her badge pinned to her lapel. She kept her hair loose in curls and wore a long strand of wooden beads. Her cheekbones were emphasized by careful blush to show off her china-doll colouring. Ginny on the other hand, saw this as the one last time to dress as wild as she wanted, although Hermione did manage to tone her down a bit. With her long bright red hair curled and wearing as much black eyeliner as she could without looking like a panda and grey smoky eye shadow emphasizing her eyes, she looked much like the femme-fatal of old Hollywood. Ginny's outfit consisted of a black wife-beater (with her rose coloured ruffles on her bra peaking out), a short-sleeve crochet sweater and a Dolce short-enough-to-be-a-belt jean skirt. Mismatched wooden bangles and a shiny silver belt accessorized her outfit, completed by furry brown 5-ince sandals. The whole outfit had the effect of making her vivid green eyes pop out and making her legs look like they went on forever.

Ron had a fit when he saw her.

"Ginny for Goodness sake, do you have to dress like that? You're lucky mom sent George and Fred to see us off or she would've sent you a howler everyday for the whole year! Do you have to show so much skin? Jeez nobody really wants to see that! You're going to give me nightmares! " Ron was turning redder with each word.

Fred started laughing and said, "Oh Gin, all grown up now aren't we? You could've at least charmed your outfit into a sack so we wouldn't have to see that!"

George was focusing more on Hermione and blew her a fake kiss, making her roll her eyes and laugh before lightly slapping him. Rubbing his face exaggeratedly, he said to Ron,

"We won't have to worry about Gin's safety as long as Hermione's around. Merely blowing a kiss could get you a slap. Anyone who tries to touch either one of them would probably get castrated."

Fred snickered, "Unless it was Harry touching Gin."

Harry turned red amazingly fast at being caught staring at Ginny's legs. Coughing slightly and tugging on his blue dress shirt to cover his embarrassment, he suggested,

"We should get on the train shouldn't we?"

Laughing and teasing, the group made its way to the train and boarded. Once on, the four friends took time to wave to George and Fred before looking up old friends and in Hermione's case, making her way to the Heads compartment to give out instructions.


Draco unscrewed the cap and took a swig of the Jack Daniels inside. For the first time in his life, he was all alone in a compartment on the Hogwards express. Blaise had already embarked on his mission to seduce all of the willing females in the school. Pansy on the other hand, was safe with her friends, catching up on the events of the summer and making fun of those who threaten them.

Taking another swallow, Draco closed his eyes and forced his mind to blank. A few minutes of quiet later, Draco heard the compartment door slide open. He opened his eyes and saw…


"What the hell are you doing here? Are you lost? This train takes students to a boarding school, and unless you're new, I doubt you're on the right …" Hermione's semi-polite voice trailed off when she noticed the Head Boy badge pinned onto the boy's black sweater. Realization slammed into her.

"Granger? Shit this is holy fucking unbelievable. Why the fucking Merlin do you look like that?" Draco was mad. He had slept with her! I mean, I was shit drunk, but I can still recognize the people I sleep with. He breathed in. Besides, no one else smells like that, all cigarettes and baby lotion. His hand twitched slightly at the memory of their night together. Not that he could remember much, but he knew it was good.

Hermione glared at him. Unfucking believable. Out of all the bloody guys in the world, I had to go and sleep with him? And what the hell is wrong with him? The son of a bitch, how did he get Head Boy? Did he know it was her while they fucked like bunnies?

"Aren't you going to call me a mudblood? Or are you remembering that I was on top for most of the time?" Not that she remember if she was on top or not, but she was banking on the fact that he probably won't remember either. Deciding to goad him, Hermione smirked one of his trademark smirks at him.

Bitch had the nerve to smirk at me? Who the hell does she think she is? Channelling his old self, Draco said,

"I didn't know they still allowed filth like you on the train." Sneering, he added while inwardly wincing, " gosh I need to get myself tested for all kinds of disease now. Who knows what you might've picked up from those infamous three-sums with Potty and Weasely. Would you mind terribly if I asked you to write down all those positively blue collar diseases for me?"

Lifting a perfectly arched eyebrow, Hermione leaned on the wall of the compartment while fuming inwardly. "Draco honey, you were the one in a muggle club. Rubbing against muggles… how do you live with yourself everyday? I would've killed myself by now. You still should you know, I heard that was the only way to purify one's body."

At the mention of rubbing and body, blood started rushing to Draco's dick as his body remembered the skin-to-skin rubbing they had engaged in. Trying to stop it from rising, Draco dealt the lowest blow he knew in hopes she might go away.

"Sweetheart, I wouldn't want those angles at the gate to mistaken me for a muggle with your disgusting scent still clinging on to me, something no amount of scrubbing would rid. Then I might get thrown to filthy muggle hell and have to listen to your absolutely disgraceful parents talk about drilling teeth for eternity."

Hermione lost her composer at his mentioning of her parents. That insolent piece of scum. Striding over to where he sat, she pulled him up and threw him against the wall before slapping his perfect face. Grabbing onto his silky hair, she yelled,

"Don't you ever dare talk about my parents again. You aren't worthy enough to mention them you hear? Don't you ever…" she was thrown off to see a look of genuine sorrow flash in his eyes. Snapping back however, she rattled him against the wall again.

Hands enclosed around her wrist and pulled them away. Well, that didn't work, she's not gone yet. Throwing her off him, he bit off another snide remark.

"Mudblood stop TOUCHING me! What on earth is wrong with you."

"UGHHHHH!" She was startled to find herself slightly aroused. Did he put a spell on me? That would explain a lot. I couldn't possible find this shit face attractive!

Running towards him, she slapped him as hard as she could. To her infuriation, he didn't seem to feel it. She raised her arm for another go.

He caught her arm easily. Twisting it till he had her turned around, he pressed her up against the wall.

She struggled against him, and finally did her tried and true trick of stepping on him with her heels.

"Ow.. fucking bitch!"

"Don't touch me either."

They stood face to face, both breathing hard. In an instant, they were in each others arms and kissing like they were still fighting.

He nibbled on her lips to get her mouth to open. Sliding his tongue in, their tongues duelled for dominance, with him winning a losing fight. Tearing at each other's clothes, Hermione started moaning when the button on his pants got stuck. Her tugging became more instant as she felt his member rise at her moan.

Without knowing it, she had lost her bra to him for the second time. One of his hands reached for her breast and started to roughly knead it. His other hand reached in his back pocket for his want as and he broke the kiss to murmur a silencing spell and locked the door. Grabbing at his hair, she brought his lips down to hers again, ruthlessly kissing and pressing into him. Unbuttoning his stuck pants himself, Draco pulled away from her and bit down at her nipple, causing her to gasp. Franctically pulling down his silk black boxers, Hermione raked her nails over his spine, causing him to grab her ass and pull her to him.

He finally got her underwear down, and she was in nothing but her heels. He was totally naked, and with a bite on her other nipple, he pushed his hardened member into her smoothly without any warning.

She screamed and bit on his lip, drawing blood. Her nails dug into his back as he pulled her ass apart and into him, dipping a finger to touch that place between her vagina and anus, causing her to buckle and fall over the edge. He followed right after with the clenching of her vaginal walls.

Hermione leaned to the wall that was suddenly behind her and they both crashed to the floor, their mind blissfully blank for that minute.


A.N: aite guys.. thanks so much for the reviews.. and as promised, this was the sexually charged fight as promised… I hope it was good enough… I downloaded the scene in Mr. And Mrs. Smith where they rip each other apart to draw inspiration.. and effectively bringing some weird virus to my computer. Lucky me though.. it is still visible… but knock on wood.

So… let me know if you guys like it kay? I'm off to work on another chapter.. the next one will probably be the last one for a while.. till march perhaps?… that'll be the next time I have some time on my hands.

Much love