"Break me, Shake me" Chapter two; R rating; Read and review
A/N: Another chapter. Not sure where this one is leading. . . Trying to get ideas from random ideas and stuff. Plus I have to finish my other fic "A thousand words", also. ; But that should be complete sometime soon. Thanks for reviewing me.. very apperciated. ;D Oh and by the way, Some R rated crap might be in this chapter? ::Shrug:: We'll see what happens.
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It was the first few weeks into the school year. The head boy and girl had been assigned a project to do together for Potions class. Neither one of them seemed happy about the idea. "We'll meet in the library after dinner. Go straight to the library, Malfoy. I'll be waiting." She said to the blonde boy and packed her things getting ready to leave - but before she could step out of the door he grabbed her arm making her drop her bag and books. His glare made her freeze. "And what makes you think you can order me around, Mudblood? I don't take those kinda of commands from someone like you. . " he said, his lips turned down into a sneer. "I don't think, Malfoy. I know. And you will be at the library damnit, or I'll just say you never helped out and did your share when you were supposed to." An innocent smile crossed her face as she jerked her arm back from his graps and grabbed her things walking out the door. "Damn you, Granger. ." he mumbled and followed her to his next class.
"Where is he. . ? I told him to meet me here. . " she mumbled to herself and sat down on in a chiar, opening up a book she had just finished picking out. A figure stood infront of her then. "Talking to yourself again, Mud- blood? Not suprising." His voice sent a chill down her back. "No, Malfoy. Just waiting for your lazy ass to show up so we can get started and hurry this up as fast we can, alright?" strands of brown fell over her eyes, in which she blew them away. "So. . . you like doing things fast, Granger?" Another smirk appeared on his face. "Ugh! You disgust me, you really do." The girl complained and shut her book in his face. "That's not suprising either. God knows you sit around here and do nothing but read. Why don't you get out and enjoy life for once?" he asked, looking her over proping himself on the desk with his elbows. "You mean going and screwing everything that has two legs, Draco? From what I hear, that's exactly what you do." She sat back in the chair crossing her arms over her chest glaring at him. "And maybe I can show you my magic, sometime." A chuckle escaped his lips. She shut her eyes trying to block out that image. "Can you please get on with this assignment so I can go get some sleep??" Hermione asked again. He shruged and sat down beside her. "So what do we do first, Mudblood?"
How she hated being called that. . . If he said that one more time to her . .
"You listening? Granger?" he shook her making her snap back to reality. "What?!" she replied. "I asked if you were listening, but obviously not since you can't even answer a simple question like that - I knew it. I'm so going to top you this year. Then you won't be Ms. Perfect anymore, will you?" another smirk in her direction. How she could could just slap him for saying shit like that. . . "We'll see who tops who this year, Malfoy." A calm reply to him. "Now, if you don't mind, since we're not getting anywhere just sitting her and doing nothing except fighting an making perverted remarks, I'm going back to my room to do my part of this project. I'll be trusting you do the same, alright? Alright." Hermione said to him without an answer from him. Grabbing her things again she left the library leaving a dumbfounded Draco staring after her.
It had been an hour since Hermione left the library and she honestly had no idea where her 'partner' was at the moment. Not at the library still. Why would he be? He coulden't bear to be there except to look for books for a "quick way to finish up something" as he simply put it - and to tourment her. Who could forget that part? A faint noise of russiling papers was heard outside her door. Carefully getting up from her bed, Hermione opened the door to find Draco sitting on the couch, leaning over to write something from a book on the table. "Having fun?" she asked. He looked up to her. At first he diden't say anything, just stared at her. Then he got up and walked over to her peeking inside her room. "I see you've almost got your part of the project done, then?" Funny, she coulden't find a trace of anger or sarcasim in his voice. It was like he was trying to carry on an actual conversation with her. Nodding a bit, she stared up at him. After a few moments of this, Draco noticed this and pushed her over to the couch making her sit down. "What was that for?" she asked. "I need.." his voice stopped. He coulden't do it. "You need..? What? Help?" The girl asked arching a brow in his direction. Sighing a bit he nodded. He never in his wildest dreams thought he would be asking a Mudblood for help/ "And what exactly do you need help on?" another question he diden't he could answer. Instead of telling her, he showed her - by pointing to something in the book then to the parchment. After a few minutes of Hermione scribbiling something on the parchment, she looked up to him. "This is how its done." She replied, getting up and standing infront of him. Not once in the past few weeks had Hermione noticed how taller he had gotten. And of course he outweighted her, so pinning her down woulden't be a problem. "Uh. . Excuse me. .?" the girl asked and ran back into her room slamming the door - letting him stare after her once more.
She would be a good lay. . .No, Draco. Damn you. Shes a Mudblood. You're her enemy. And vice versa. You're not supposed to be thinking about her like that. I'm sure she doesn't think of you that way. Lord knows Granger only thinks of her work, Potty and the Weasel. . But. .
An idea came to mind. An evil grin crossed her face as he thought it out. If he coulden't beat her in her work and studying, there was other ways he could win. . Messing with her head, for a start. A small chuckle escaped his lips and he sat down and put all the project papers away. By the end of the night he coulden't wait for morning.
Oh yes, he would get her. At any costs, he would get her. Humilate her and take the gold for the year (In his terms; Acing the O.W.L.s and getting a higher grade then Hermione, and maybe seducing her a bit.)
Draco Malfoy would leave Hermione Granger in the dust . . He would finally be better then her. And he knew it.
A/N: Another chapter. Not sure where this one is leading. . . Trying to get ideas from random ideas and stuff. Plus I have to finish my other fic "A thousand words", also. ; But that should be complete sometime soon. Thanks for reviewing me.. very apperciated. ;D Oh and by the way, Some R rated crap might be in this chapter? ::Shrug:: We'll see what happens.
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It was the first few weeks into the school year. The head boy and girl had been assigned a project to do together for Potions class. Neither one of them seemed happy about the idea. "We'll meet in the library after dinner. Go straight to the library, Malfoy. I'll be waiting." She said to the blonde boy and packed her things getting ready to leave - but before she could step out of the door he grabbed her arm making her drop her bag and books. His glare made her freeze. "And what makes you think you can order me around, Mudblood? I don't take those kinda of commands from someone like you. . " he said, his lips turned down into a sneer. "I don't think, Malfoy. I know. And you will be at the library damnit, or I'll just say you never helped out and did your share when you were supposed to." An innocent smile crossed her face as she jerked her arm back from his graps and grabbed her things walking out the door. "Damn you, Granger. ." he mumbled and followed her to his next class.
"Where is he. . ? I told him to meet me here. . " she mumbled to herself and sat down on in a chiar, opening up a book she had just finished picking out. A figure stood infront of her then. "Talking to yourself again, Mud- blood? Not suprising." His voice sent a chill down her back. "No, Malfoy. Just waiting for your lazy ass to show up so we can get started and hurry this up as fast we can, alright?" strands of brown fell over her eyes, in which she blew them away. "So. . . you like doing things fast, Granger?" Another smirk appeared on his face. "Ugh! You disgust me, you really do." The girl complained and shut her book in his face. "That's not suprising either. God knows you sit around here and do nothing but read. Why don't you get out and enjoy life for once?" he asked, looking her over proping himself on the desk with his elbows. "You mean going and screwing everything that has two legs, Draco? From what I hear, that's exactly what you do." She sat back in the chair crossing her arms over her chest glaring at him. "And maybe I can show you my magic, sometime." A chuckle escaped his lips. She shut her eyes trying to block out that image. "Can you please get on with this assignment so I can go get some sleep??" Hermione asked again. He shruged and sat down beside her. "So what do we do first, Mudblood?"
How she hated being called that. . . If he said that one more time to her . .
"You listening? Granger?" he shook her making her snap back to reality. "What?!" she replied. "I asked if you were listening, but obviously not since you can't even answer a simple question like that - I knew it. I'm so going to top you this year. Then you won't be Ms. Perfect anymore, will you?" another smirk in her direction. How she could could just slap him for saying shit like that. . . "We'll see who tops who this year, Malfoy." A calm reply to him. "Now, if you don't mind, since we're not getting anywhere just sitting her and doing nothing except fighting an making perverted remarks, I'm going back to my room to do my part of this project. I'll be trusting you do the same, alright? Alright." Hermione said to him without an answer from him. Grabbing her things again she left the library leaving a dumbfounded Draco staring after her.
It had been an hour since Hermione left the library and she honestly had no idea where her 'partner' was at the moment. Not at the library still. Why would he be? He coulden't bear to be there except to look for books for a "quick way to finish up something" as he simply put it - and to tourment her. Who could forget that part? A faint noise of russiling papers was heard outside her door. Carefully getting up from her bed, Hermione opened the door to find Draco sitting on the couch, leaning over to write something from a book on the table. "Having fun?" she asked. He looked up to her. At first he diden't say anything, just stared at her. Then he got up and walked over to her peeking inside her room. "I see you've almost got your part of the project done, then?" Funny, she coulden't find a trace of anger or sarcasim in his voice. It was like he was trying to carry on an actual conversation with her. Nodding a bit, she stared up at him. After a few moments of this, Draco noticed this and pushed her over to the couch making her sit down. "What was that for?" she asked. "I need.." his voice stopped. He coulden't do it. "You need..? What? Help?" The girl asked arching a brow in his direction. Sighing a bit he nodded. He never in his wildest dreams thought he would be asking a Mudblood for help/ "And what exactly do you need help on?" another question he diden't he could answer. Instead of telling her, he showed her - by pointing to something in the book then to the parchment. After a few minutes of Hermione scribbiling something on the parchment, she looked up to him. "This is how its done." She replied, getting up and standing infront of him. Not once in the past few weeks had Hermione noticed how taller he had gotten. And of course he outweighted her, so pinning her down woulden't be a problem. "Uh. . Excuse me. .?" the girl asked and ran back into her room slamming the door - letting him stare after her once more.
She would be a good lay. . .No, Draco. Damn you. Shes a Mudblood. You're her enemy. And vice versa. You're not supposed to be thinking about her like that. I'm sure she doesn't think of you that way. Lord knows Granger only thinks of her work, Potty and the Weasel. . But. .
An idea came to mind. An evil grin crossed her face as he thought it out. If he coulden't beat her in her work and studying, there was other ways he could win. . Messing with her head, for a start. A small chuckle escaped his lips and he sat down and put all the project papers away. By the end of the night he coulden't wait for morning.
Oh yes, he would get her. At any costs, he would get her. Humilate her and take the gold for the year (In his terms; Acing the O.W.L.s and getting a higher grade then Hermione, and maybe seducing her a bit.)
Draco Malfoy would leave Hermione Granger in the dust . . He would finally be better then her. And he knew it.