He had been staring at her ever since she came to Hogwarts. Only that he wanted her, with her thick golden brown hair, those deep chocolate eyes she was very desirable. His eyes flickered up and down her body, yet it was not curvaceous but it wasn't flat, just enough for him to grab. A flash of red caught his eye. That bastard. He wanted to kill that Weasley, damn him for taking what's rightfully his.
"Ron!" Hermione chirped as she wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him pecks on his cheek. Ron grew and became a tall gangly character, not much muscle on him except the muscles that make him move. Draco stared at him with revulsion at the tip of his tongue. Growling, he whipped his body around and stormed to the prefect's room. He slammed the door, causing the room to shudder in fear of his wrath. The room's décor appealed to him, covered in black and green. The carpet was a deep forest green with an oval black rug right by the bed; it was a four-post bed with four overstuffed black pillows with the whole ensemble of black covers. He threw off his cape onto his overly black bed and staggered to the bathroom.
The bathroom was huge, with mirrors hanging practically everywhere letting Draco see himself at fifty different angles. Draco didn't want all the damned mirrors but unfortunately they came with the room. Snarling, Draco looked at himself in the mirror, glaring at his reflection, with it giving the same attitude back. His white blonde hair slicked back in its usual hairstyle, his stormy gray eyes peering back at him filled with hate and lust. Typical evil villain, he smiled grimly at himself and smashed the mirror, shattering his reflection into a hundred pieces. His fist covered in blood and shards of glass made him laugh. A laugh filled with pure malevolence that would cause ripples up and down your spine. Draco looked down into the sink staring at hundreds of Dracos staring back up at him; he loved the feeling of being in control and dominating all things. Poor bastards… Draco pulled a towel from towel rack and pressed it against his hand. He didn't even flinch from the pain of the shards still imbedded in his skin, that just pissed him off knowing he's going to spend time pulling remains of the glass out. No magic, no medical kit, just old fashion simple thing of pulling them out to feel the pain.
Hermione tossed her auburn hair over her shoulder and continued to read. Ron grunted and rolled his emerald eyes, walking over to Hermione giving her a big hug from behind.
"EEEK!!" Hermione jumped, turning around to a beet-red Ron. He sustained his laughter until her eyebrows narrowed, teeth clenched and cheeks burned to a crimson hue. Ron lashed back as he laughed loudly, she just looked to darn cute! Hermione tackled Ron to the ground, making him wheeze for air, one for guffawing, two for having the air knocked out of him. Hermione screamed and shouted curses at him for interrupting her reading, right when the monster was going to eat the campers. Nice horror novel but she lost her place. Of all things Ron did that. After Hermione tried beating him to a bloody pulp, she stopped to take a breather.
"Roooooon!" She pouted, eyebrows slightly narrowed, lower lip over her upper lip and her arms folded across her chest. Ron smiled, sitting up to give her a kiss. She gladly kissed him back and stood up with an arm extended. Ron grasped it and pulled himself up. Hermione sat down and began to hunt for her spot as Harry strolled in.
"Hey Ron, hey Hermione." He said dryly. Ron glanced at him.
"Is something wrong Harry?" Ron looked around. They were in the library, sitting on the comfiest chairs in there. Hermione found her page and snuggled up with Ron, as he put an arm around her, Harry sighed.
"Well Cho suddenly dumped me today…" Harry put his cheek in his palm, doodling with his finger on the table, then wrote "Cho" in cursive. "What did I do wrong? Did I annoy her? Did I hurt her? I wish she would of told me." Harry just rested his head on the table, breathing unevenly.
"Well, what did she say?" Hermione peered over her book and stared at the saddened Harry Potter.
"She said she needed time to think and we need to separate for a while." Harry muttered. Hermione looked at Harry with deep sympathy. But she understood why Cho needed her space. Cho felt her heart was already to someone, Cedric. And when he died, some said they heard Cho's heart break. She thought she couldn't love anyone else. Hermione didn't tell Harry, she felt it wasn't the time nor place to say it, considering a lot of people were in the library at the moment.
*~Later~*
Hermione was still in the library long after Ron and Harry left. The library was quiet, just the way she liked it. Suddenly she heard a door slam. Hermione looked up to see Draco towering over her. Draco was very well built and very tall, he stared at Hermione.
"Why hello, Granger." Draco smiled. A sickly sweet smiled that is. Hermione muttered a small 'hi' and began to pack up her books into her brown knapsack as Draco looked at her. As she finished packing up her stuff, Draco grabbed her harshly.
"Draco! What the he-" Hermione was silenced with a kiss. A hard, rough kiss, he grabbed her wrists and squeezed them tightly. Hermione whimpered as he crushed her wrists, while the other hand cupped her cheek and dug his nails into her flesh. Small tears began to form in her eyes as she felt tremendous pain on her cheekbone. Draco pulled away from the searing kiss and licked the small amount of blood that started to flow. He purred as Hermione struggled to get away from him. Draco growled and pushed her against the table.
"Mine." He scowled at her. He began to search for her wand, so she couldn't use it against him, which wouldn't be to good for him obviously. Hermione had mixed feelings of being scared and being pissed off. When Draco found the wand she struck him in the groin making him whimper and roll over in pain. Hermione snatched her wand out of his hands and took off with her knapsack and out of the library.
Hermione finally reached the Gryffindor commons room. She panted heavily, Hermione never ran so far and so fast in her life! And she doesn't plan on doing it again anytime soon either. Hermione walked up to the dorm room and lied on the bed.
"That was weird…" She mumbled under her breath. "I wonder if I should of reconsidered the prefect position…" Hermione was offered the prefect position but she turned it down for the sake of too much responsibility for one person, since she did hang out with Harry and Ron, the schools biggest…not necessarily "trouble makers" but rule benders. Slowly the room began to darken as a sheet of blackness covered her eyes, letting her fly into a world of unrealism and fiction.
Draco was in his bed, placing ice over his genitals. 'Damn bitch.' He thought to himself. He licked his lips, he'll get her, he'll have her, and she'll be his and only his. Did he love her? Hell no. He lusted for her. He wants her evil or he just plain wants her. Which ever it is, he'll take her.
Hey y'all! This is my first Harry Potter fic! Hope y'all like is so far :-/ This story will NOT have a sweet loving "I love all furry animals" Draco. Draco is his evil badass self, maybe even a lil eviler… review pwease ^.^ Ja Ne!
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