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This story is dedicated to everyone who hates Draco/Hermione stories. I am right there with you. That kind of relationship could never, ever happen. And if it did, there'd only be one way to fix the whole problem. And that's what this story is about.

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He sat in his chair, watching a black haired girl sleep. She was like an angel, curled up just slightly, her ebony hair falling over her bare breasts in a way that would make any man gawk. Her skin was a rich tan, the kind only obtainable after sunbathing for a few boring hours. Yet none of her skin was burned. The blankets were pulled across bottom part of her body just slightly. She seemed to have been sleeping half on top of someone at one point. One look at her would draw any man into that bed. But he didn't care.

None of this mattered. None of this was real.

Slowly, he stood up. He violently pulled the blanket off the girl. The cold air hit her like a ton of bricks. She was upright, sitting, brown eyes staring at him in shock. Her hair was tussled, falling partly over her face. One hand brushed her hair out of her face. But he showed no sympathy in his cold gray eyes. Fingers curled around her black strands of hair; she was nervous and she showed it well.

"Well what are you sitting there for? Get out."

The girl obviously didn't know what to say. Stuttering words of total disbelief poured from her mouth, but soon she was standing, gathering her clothes. As she started to dress herself, he walked towards her, pushing her out the door before she could fully cover herself.

"I said out!"

The poor girl was left naked on the staircase that led downward to an unfamiliar common room. He couldn't have cared less than he did.

He pulled on his favorite black robe. Running one hand through his blonde-blonde hair, he slowly pulled the covers up and about his bed. Had it all been worth it? The trouble he had gone through to get her into his room? He sat down in his favorite green armchair and pondered about the night's events.

There had been note passing a few days prior. He had written the majority of them, she had only passed one or two back. Then he requested her to visit him by a certain gnarled tree next to the Forbidden Forest. She had consented. He had whispered words to her that she giggled at. Things like 'the moonlight does not do your beauty justice." And "I can offer you things that you couldn't have otherwise." But it wasn't just his words that lured her into his snare. He had pretended that the act he puts on in public is just an act. He was sensitive and caring and honest. Now she knew. Now she knew she couldn't trust anyone that said things like that. And yet, she hadn't been the first one he'd taught such a lesson. After all, he was Draco Malfoy.

He dressed slowly, not caring about breakfast. When he did reach the bottom of the stairs, he was clapped on the back by a 1st year he didn't know. Someone who obviously didn't know him either.

"Saw that mudblood prude this morning! Boy, she had it coming!"

Draco turned, staring the first year in the eye, "What did you call that girl?"

"A…a mudblood prude." The first year looked ready to drop dead. How quickly demeanors changed when pushed against a wall.

"Is that true? Is she a mudblood?"

The first year took a deep breath and nodded once.

In total frustration, Draco left the common room. The first year was left standing to gape at the secret entrance.

Draco swept down to the Ravenclaw table to find the girl eating alone. He leaned in very close. She didn't bother to look up at first. But it was very hard to concentrate on porridge, so she ended up looking into his cold eyes.

His voice was a low growl, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Confusion marked her face, "Tell you what?"

"That you're a filthy mudblood!"

The girl dared not hit him, but she raised her hand as if she would. Draco stood up straight, glaring down at the girl.

He hissed, "15 points from Ravenclaw for attempting to assault a prefect."

And with that he turned away and stalked to the Slytherin table. He always had the last word.

At the Gryffindor table, Harry, Ron and Hermione stared in disbelief. Had they just seen what they thought they saw?

Hermione leaned in close, "I think he threatened her."

Ron shook his head, "I think he was just angry and took it out on her."

"But…she's muggle-born." Harry said.

"Exactly. Other than muggles, poor people, and you, Harry, who else does Draco hate?"

As usual, Hermione had the answer, "His father."

Harry and Ron both turned to look at Hermione. They didn't say a word. The look of obvious confusion had set in on their faces.

Hermione blushed, "In the bathroom…Blaise and Pansy…girls do gossip you know."

Ron leaned in a little more, "So tell us Hermione. What do the girls say about Harry? Do they call him dashing?"

Harry turned a little red, but Hermione was kind enough to make up several things about him, "Oh, they say he's the hottest boy in school. Any one of them would gladly snog him. But you Ron, your red hair and freckles don't cut it for anyone. Not even Millicent fancies you and that's saying something."

Ron gave Hermione a shove, "Well I know what you tell them!" He raised his voice a little, "I just know Ron's the most perfect guy out there! And I'm never wrong!"

Hermione shoved back, "Oh shut up!"

Harry laughed watching his two best friends flirt in the only way they knew how: by arguing.

Draco watched them in utter disgust. How could they be so happy when he was so angry? He wanted the whole world to know just how he felt. Crabbe and Goyle sat so close to him they were nearly smothering him. Draco punched them both in the arms.

"Give me some air you overgrown asses!"

"Gee, Draco," Crabbe said. "What happened to that pretty girl you were slipping notes to?"

Draco crossed his arms and scowled at his porridge. It had no face to scowl back with.

"Turns out she's a dirty little mudblood. Don't ever mention her again."

Blaise Zabini slipped over next to Draco, sliding her arms around his shoulders.

"So my precious Draco has dropped his standards to lowly mudbloods." She cooed into his ear.

Draco pushed her away. His gray eyes narrowed.

"Shut up ya little bitch. You're just jealous that I'm actually getting any at all."

Blaise straightened up a little, taking her arms from around him.

"Just because you haven't been giving it to me doesn't mean I haven't gotten any. There's a Gryffindor I've spent a few nights with."

"Liar. You've never seen the Gryffindor common room."

Blaise stood up and patted Draco gently on the head, "Oh Draco. So young, so naïve. What would your father say?"

She turned and walked back to a group of her friends at the far end of the Slytherin table. Draco couldn't bring himself to watch as she walked away.

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End.

I don't plan on carrying this on for very long. At most 10 chapters I think. It's a little side project of mine. The updates will be just as fast as my other story (two days in between updates at most) unless I can't finish it before vacation is over. Then its really going to be on the backburner.