God, I'm evil. And I like that. Here Hermione is, helpless, and me, PRETENDING to know her secret. This is fun.
Yeah, I know, she's a mudblood, a filthy mugle born, but a pretty good looking one.
Some years ago I wouldn't look at her this way, but people change, and she's living proof of that.
So yeah, I noticed her changes. Her face changer, it's thiner, and her skin smoother. Her hair lighter and longer, and her breasts grew a lot. They're perfect, just like the rest of her body.
So why not take avantage of that?
''Wha-what do you want?'' She gasped. I run my fingers through her hair and get closer to her ears, whispering: ''I'm not done yet. That's not all I know.''
She's not moving, and I like that. Maybe she's afraid, maybe she's enjoying it. I'm guessing it's the first option.
''I also know what you feel...about him...and I'm SURE he doesn't think of you the same way. I hope you're sure of that to, you wouldn't want to embarass yourself.''
She's staring at me. I almost feel pity. No, I don't, hahaha. Everybody knows Ron loves her, but hey, since when am I cupid?
''What do you want?!'' She suddenly shouts, and a tear falls from he deep brown eyes. She's still not moving, and I'm enjoying every minute of it by caressing her face with my fingers.
''You.'' I answer, and she closes her eyes.
''I-I don't know what you mean.'' I know she knows.
''Yes you do.'' I run my hand down her arm.
''That's not going to happen.'' She answers quickly, opening her eyes.
''Fine, then Ron needs to know your secret.'' I get up, knowing she'll stop me.
''No, wait!'' She says, and I turn to her smiling.
''There must be something else...'' She added.
''Well, there isn't. Meet me here tonight, 12 pm. If you don't show up, you know what will happen.'' I start to walk away.
''Malfoy!'' She screams.
''Call me Draco.'' I wink at her and leave.
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I hate to wait. Hate it. It's still 11:45. But I know she didn't talk to Ron, I saw him all night walking around with Harry and Ginny, or whatever that brat's called.
I know she's avoiding him, and I'm glad she is.
Ok, here she comes. A little early, not that I mind. At all. She looks the same, she didn't change. I don't really care, she won't be wearing any clothes in a few minutes.
''You're early.'' I state, smiling.
''I'm leaving in a second.'' She answers.
''I think we'll take longer than that.''
''We're not doing anything Malfoy.''
''Then I'm going to have to tell Ron about your little secrets.''
''You won't have to. I will, tomorrow, when I first see him.''
Ok, she can't do this to me now. She can't tell me, she just...can't.
''That just doesn't work for me Hermione.'' I get closer to her, pushing her body against the wall.
''Ma-Malfoy, let me go! I don't care about what you want!''
She's weak, and I like that. I start to run my hand down her waist.
''I told you to call me Draco.'' I smile, and she's terrified. I like that too.
Yeah, I know, she's a mudblood, a filthy mugle born, but a pretty good looking one.
Some years ago I wouldn't look at her this way, but people change, and she's living proof of that.
So yeah, I noticed her changes. Her face changer, it's thiner, and her skin smoother. Her hair lighter and longer, and her breasts grew a lot. They're perfect, just like the rest of her body.
So why not take avantage of that?
''Wha-what do you want?'' She gasped. I run my fingers through her hair and get closer to her ears, whispering: ''I'm not done yet. That's not all I know.''
She's not moving, and I like that. Maybe she's afraid, maybe she's enjoying it. I'm guessing it's the first option.
''I also know what you feel...about him...and I'm SURE he doesn't think of you the same way. I hope you're sure of that to, you wouldn't want to embarass yourself.''
She's staring at me. I almost feel pity. No, I don't, hahaha. Everybody knows Ron loves her, but hey, since when am I cupid?
''What do you want?!'' She suddenly shouts, and a tear falls from he deep brown eyes. She's still not moving, and I'm enjoying every minute of it by caressing her face with my fingers.
''You.'' I answer, and she closes her eyes.
''I-I don't know what you mean.'' I know she knows.
''Yes you do.'' I run my hand down her arm.
''That's not going to happen.'' She answers quickly, opening her eyes.
''Fine, then Ron needs to know your secret.'' I get up, knowing she'll stop me.
''No, wait!'' She says, and I turn to her smiling.
''There must be something else...'' She added.
''Well, there isn't. Meet me here tonight, 12 pm. If you don't show up, you know what will happen.'' I start to walk away.
''Malfoy!'' She screams.
''Call me Draco.'' I wink at her and leave.
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I hate to wait. Hate it. It's still 11:45. But I know she didn't talk to Ron, I saw him all night walking around with Harry and Ginny, or whatever that brat's called.
I know she's avoiding him, and I'm glad she is.
Ok, here she comes. A little early, not that I mind. At all. She looks the same, she didn't change. I don't really care, she won't be wearing any clothes in a few minutes.
''You're early.'' I state, smiling.
''I'm leaving in a second.'' She answers.
''I think we'll take longer than that.''
''We're not doing anything Malfoy.''
''Then I'm going to have to tell Ron about your little secrets.''
''You won't have to. I will, tomorrow, when I first see him.''
Ok, she can't do this to me now. She can't tell me, she just...can't.
''That just doesn't work for me Hermione.'' I get closer to her, pushing her body against the wall.
''Ma-Malfoy, let me go! I don't care about what you want!''
She's weak, and I like that. I start to run my hand down her waist.
''I told you to call me Draco.'' I smile, and she's terrified. I like that too.
