AN: So I am continuing the story. All I can say is that if there is ppl out
there like me who like Draco smut, there will be plenty of it soon.
The New Girl.
Chapter Two.
Malfoy didn't talk to Max again for a couple of days. But it came apparent that most of the Gryffindors disliked Malfoy deeply.
"He called you a what?" Ron roared when Max talked the others at Breakfast the next morning.
"Settle down Ron. Max, don't let Malfoy call you that it's a terrible name," Hermione buttering toast for all of them.
"I don't even know what it means," Max said sighing.
"Mudblood, is a really nasty thing to call someone who's not pure blood, born into a muggle family," Ron said clenching his fists and staring daggers at Malfoy across the hall.
"Oh," was all Max said.
"Don't worry Max, don't be frightened of him. He's just a big bully waiting for his nose to be punched in," Harry said looking up as the flutter of wings meant the morning post.
Max wondered why Malfoy always chose to pick on her. But her mind left the matter when McGonagall handed out time tables for the first term.
Three days later Max hurried out of Professor Flitwick's classroom with the other seventh years. It was lunch time and Max's mind was working over time. She decided to go for a walk outside as the sun had come out and her mind wasn't ready for food. She put her books back in her dorm and headed outside into the fresh air. The Hogwarts grounds were lush and green from the rain and the air was filled with freshness. She wandered along the castle walls thinking. But her peace of mind was disturbed when that cold voice took the air.
"I thought I told you not to go wandering around Mudblood,"
Max whirled around and looked at Malfoy trying her best not to be frightened.
"Don't call me Mudblood Malfoy," Max said quietly.
"What was that Mudblood?" Malfoy taunted.
"Leave me alone, didn't anyone ever tell you that pure bloods are real pricks?" Max didn't know where her voice was coming from but she didn't have long to think about because Malfoy had lunged at her. He grabbed her by her forearms and pinned her against the castle wall. Max yelped in pain as her back came in contact with the stone wall.
"A little Mudblood like you doesn't talk to me like that," Malfoy hissed inches away from her face.
Max was too busy feeling the pain through her body to care at the time. Malfoy's grip tightened around her arms.
"Are you going to be a good little Mudblood and apologize?" Malfoy hissed into Max's ear.
Her breathing became heavy at the sensation of Malfoy's body closing in on her own. He could see the affect he was having on her and smirked broadly.
"You like this don't you?" he whispered.
Max shook her head jerking. Malfoy knew she was lying.
"You're lying your little Mudblood ass off," his hot breathe made Max tremble all over.
His eyes looked her over again before he did something Max was NOT expecting.
He moved his face closer to hers and pressed his lips roughly against hers. Max only struggled at first before she felt herself melting into Malfoy's strong grip. His lips bruised hers before he broke away. Max's breathing was ragged and her chest heaved. Malfoy smirked again whispered into her ear,
"You are a dirty little Mudblood,"
Max shivered all over as Malfoy let her go. Her arms hurt like hell but she wasn't forgetting the feel of Malfoy's lips on hers. She had no idea why he had kissed her nor did she know why she enjoyed it. Her heart was still racing as Malfoy headed back into the castle. In her mind she was playing back the incredible feeling of Malfoy being so rough with her and then kissing her. She could barely hear the end of lunch bell ring through the Hogwarts grounds but hurried up to her next class.
~*~*~*~
Harry, Ron and Hermione had asked where she had been during lunch she could blush and say she went for a walk. For the rest of the day her mind stayed on Malfoy. Why, if he hated Mudbloods so much, did he kiss me today? This though just kept flying through her head but she couldn't get an answer down.
The following Saturday was the first Quidditch game of the year. Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw. The match promised to be exciting as Ravenclaw had three new Chasers and were determined to beat Slytherin. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Max made their way out to the stadium with the other Gryffindors talking happily about Quidditch.
"It's a pity Malfoy's Seeker though, he completes the Slytherin team as pure bloody idiots," Ron was saying as they trudged along the grounds of Hogwarts. "Malfoy's seeker?" Max exclaimed stopping her tracks.
"Yeah, don't worry, he looks like a complete fool on a broomstick though," Ron said assuring her making his fellow Gryffindors laugh.
Max nodded but deep in her mind she didn't think Malfoy on a broomstick would look bad at all. Max stood on the edge with the others in the mad rush of Gryffindors to get a good seat in the stands. Max was feeling a little lighter hearted as she listened to everyone chat noisily. They were standing on a wooden platform. Where Max was standing was on the very edge. She was about to step onto the stairs to the Gryffindor stands when she felt a sharp tug on her robes and fell backwards off the edge to the platform below. She was then pushed against the wall roughly and pinned down by her arms again.
"Why do you keep doing that?" Max asked seeing her attacker.
Malfoy grinned slyly; he was wearing his green Quidditch robes, "You know you love it,"
He needn't say more. He played his magic again and moved closer.
"A dirty little Mudblood like you loves it," with that he kissed her roughly.
This time Max didn't struggle. He broke the kiss and let his wet lips slide down her neck. Max gasped for air still tremendously confused by all of this.
"Why are you doing this?" She managed to croak as Malfoy slipped his tongue further down her neck.
He traced his tongue back up her neck and breathed into her gasping mouth, "Because, I saw the way you looked at me on the train, you are a little dirty Mudblood; I absolutely love that about you. Completely and utterly dirty," he said that last word in such a whisper Max felt her knees go weak. Her heart was pounding like mad and all she wanted at that moment was..
A horn sounded through the grounds and Malfoy's eyes flickered for a moment but his attention went straight back to Max.
"I can make you do anything I want. At a mere sensual touch I could make you wet your pants," he let his hand fall to the front of her robes.
Max lost her voice completely.
Malfoy smirked and finally let her go. He pulled himself back up onto the first platform and disappeared, his green robes creating a blur in her eyes. She was completely smittens. The only thoughts about Malfoy for her now were ones made of pure lust.
AN: Another chapter down. Thins are starting to get raunchy and Max knows it. Damit Malfoy is so do damn sexy! *drool*
The New Girl.
Chapter Two.
Malfoy didn't talk to Max again for a couple of days. But it came apparent that most of the Gryffindors disliked Malfoy deeply.
"He called you a what?" Ron roared when Max talked the others at Breakfast the next morning.
"Settle down Ron. Max, don't let Malfoy call you that it's a terrible name," Hermione buttering toast for all of them.
"I don't even know what it means," Max said sighing.
"Mudblood, is a really nasty thing to call someone who's not pure blood, born into a muggle family," Ron said clenching his fists and staring daggers at Malfoy across the hall.
"Oh," was all Max said.
"Don't worry Max, don't be frightened of him. He's just a big bully waiting for his nose to be punched in," Harry said looking up as the flutter of wings meant the morning post.
Max wondered why Malfoy always chose to pick on her. But her mind left the matter when McGonagall handed out time tables for the first term.
Three days later Max hurried out of Professor Flitwick's classroom with the other seventh years. It was lunch time and Max's mind was working over time. She decided to go for a walk outside as the sun had come out and her mind wasn't ready for food. She put her books back in her dorm and headed outside into the fresh air. The Hogwarts grounds were lush and green from the rain and the air was filled with freshness. She wandered along the castle walls thinking. But her peace of mind was disturbed when that cold voice took the air.
"I thought I told you not to go wandering around Mudblood,"
Max whirled around and looked at Malfoy trying her best not to be frightened.
"Don't call me Mudblood Malfoy," Max said quietly.
"What was that Mudblood?" Malfoy taunted.
"Leave me alone, didn't anyone ever tell you that pure bloods are real pricks?" Max didn't know where her voice was coming from but she didn't have long to think about because Malfoy had lunged at her. He grabbed her by her forearms and pinned her against the castle wall. Max yelped in pain as her back came in contact with the stone wall.
"A little Mudblood like you doesn't talk to me like that," Malfoy hissed inches away from her face.
Max was too busy feeling the pain through her body to care at the time. Malfoy's grip tightened around her arms.
"Are you going to be a good little Mudblood and apologize?" Malfoy hissed into Max's ear.
Her breathing became heavy at the sensation of Malfoy's body closing in on her own. He could see the affect he was having on her and smirked broadly.
"You like this don't you?" he whispered.
Max shook her head jerking. Malfoy knew she was lying.
"You're lying your little Mudblood ass off," his hot breathe made Max tremble all over.
His eyes looked her over again before he did something Max was NOT expecting.
He moved his face closer to hers and pressed his lips roughly against hers. Max only struggled at first before she felt herself melting into Malfoy's strong grip. His lips bruised hers before he broke away. Max's breathing was ragged and her chest heaved. Malfoy smirked again whispered into her ear,
"You are a dirty little Mudblood,"
Max shivered all over as Malfoy let her go. Her arms hurt like hell but she wasn't forgetting the feel of Malfoy's lips on hers. She had no idea why he had kissed her nor did she know why she enjoyed it. Her heart was still racing as Malfoy headed back into the castle. In her mind she was playing back the incredible feeling of Malfoy being so rough with her and then kissing her. She could barely hear the end of lunch bell ring through the Hogwarts grounds but hurried up to her next class.
~*~*~*~
Harry, Ron and Hermione had asked where she had been during lunch she could blush and say she went for a walk. For the rest of the day her mind stayed on Malfoy. Why, if he hated Mudbloods so much, did he kiss me today? This though just kept flying through her head but she couldn't get an answer down.
The following Saturday was the first Quidditch game of the year. Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw. The match promised to be exciting as Ravenclaw had three new Chasers and were determined to beat Slytherin. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Max made their way out to the stadium with the other Gryffindors talking happily about Quidditch.
"It's a pity Malfoy's Seeker though, he completes the Slytherin team as pure bloody idiots," Ron was saying as they trudged along the grounds of Hogwarts. "Malfoy's seeker?" Max exclaimed stopping her tracks.
"Yeah, don't worry, he looks like a complete fool on a broomstick though," Ron said assuring her making his fellow Gryffindors laugh.
Max nodded but deep in her mind she didn't think Malfoy on a broomstick would look bad at all. Max stood on the edge with the others in the mad rush of Gryffindors to get a good seat in the stands. Max was feeling a little lighter hearted as she listened to everyone chat noisily. They were standing on a wooden platform. Where Max was standing was on the very edge. She was about to step onto the stairs to the Gryffindor stands when she felt a sharp tug on her robes and fell backwards off the edge to the platform below. She was then pushed against the wall roughly and pinned down by her arms again.
"Why do you keep doing that?" Max asked seeing her attacker.
Malfoy grinned slyly; he was wearing his green Quidditch robes, "You know you love it,"
He needn't say more. He played his magic again and moved closer.
"A dirty little Mudblood like you loves it," with that he kissed her roughly.
This time Max didn't struggle. He broke the kiss and let his wet lips slide down her neck. Max gasped for air still tremendously confused by all of this.
"Why are you doing this?" She managed to croak as Malfoy slipped his tongue further down her neck.
He traced his tongue back up her neck and breathed into her gasping mouth, "Because, I saw the way you looked at me on the train, you are a little dirty Mudblood; I absolutely love that about you. Completely and utterly dirty," he said that last word in such a whisper Max felt her knees go weak. Her heart was pounding like mad and all she wanted at that moment was..
A horn sounded through the grounds and Malfoy's eyes flickered for a moment but his attention went straight back to Max.
"I can make you do anything I want. At a mere sensual touch I could make you wet your pants," he let his hand fall to the front of her robes.
Max lost her voice completely.
Malfoy smirked and finally let her go. He pulled himself back up onto the first platform and disappeared, his green robes creating a blur in her eyes. She was completely smittens. The only thoughts about Malfoy for her now were ones made of pure lust.
AN: Another chapter down. Thins are starting to get raunchy and Max knows it. Damit Malfoy is so do damn sexy! *drool*