Heaven

Chapter 1~

*Toot, Toot* I heard the Hogwarts Express honk as I sat next to my two best friends, Harry 'The Boy Who Lived' Potter and Ron 'The Boy Who Lived's Sidekick' Weasley. As for me. I'm just Hermione 'Know it All' Granger.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Potty, Weasel, and a very sexy- MUDBLOOD?!" he yelled. I tried to figure out who this gorgeous blond haired, piercing silver-blue eyed, boy, with a body of a god was. And then it clicked. only a pureblooded slytherin, like Draco Malfoy would call me a Mud blood for the past six years. "MALFOY!?" I yelled "What did you call 'Mione, ferret boy!? SEXY!?" Ron suddenly interrupted my thought. *POW* Harry had punched Malfoy square in the jaw. Then Malfoy threw a punch at Harry's now and it started to bleed in seconds. No sooner had Ron joined, they were pulled apart by myself and out fellow classmates. "20 points from Gryffindor, and 20 points from Slytherin" I yelled. I had this privilege for I had been made Head Girl. Who was Head Boy? I would soon find out, for the train slowed to a stop.

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I couldn't believe that the Golden Trio even had the nerve to confront me like that. Granger. She had changed, her long, now smooth and silky, chocolate brown hair, her nice rounded breast, her beautifully shaped, tan legs, and her eyes the color of honey that I could easily get lost in forever. Wait, what was I thinking? She's a mud blood! What a waste of a perfectly nice piece of ass, I would get her into bed any day if she was anything but a muggle born witch. Maybe I'll have a little fun with her. She was Head Girl, eh? Little did she know she was in for a big surprise. I had been chosen for Head Boy. They had their own dorms. Granger will be screaming my name in no time.

As I entered the elaborately decorated Great Hall I ignored the nervous First Years, I can't imagine being that small and stupid. I must admit I have grown a lot since last year. Father put me to work, more like torture, but it made me stronger. It was the one and only thing that I would thank my father for- my tolerance for physical pain. Other than that my father was a fucking bastard and I could careless if he would rot in hell, he deserves every kind of pain imaginable, physical, he had no emotions. no one would be able to torture his soul, for he didn't have one. From an early age I was taught only one emotion, it was hate, I learned just one other. the exact opposite, love, but not from my cold hearted father, I received unconditional love from my beautiful mother, Narcissa. She would be the only women I would ever show any of my emotion to. She was the only person that knew my love and she will be forever. No one else will know of my love. no one.

"Drakie!" a horrible screech interrupted my thoughts, the only most annoying, pug faced, Pansy Parkinson. Otherwise known as ParkinSLUT. She was a true slut, all of Fifth and Sixth year she would come knocking on my door looking for a good fuck. Of course I only gave it to her once, only special girls get to experience my expertise in bed. She was NOT special. She made her way onto my lap and grinded against my dick, of course this had no effect on me, for she was nothing but trash. "Get the fuck off of me!" I pushed her off my lap. "Draco Malfoy, Slytherin, Head Boy!" Dumbledore called out. I stood up while all of the Slytherin house went on cheering, and many girls I couldn't help noticing gave me dreamy looks. I glanced at Granger, the look on her face of horror was priceless. I gave her a smirk and a wink. This was going to be the best year. You're mine now, Hermione Granger.

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Malfoy?! How could that brainless git be Head Boy? Oh god, did he just wink? He looks so. cute like that. what?! No! eww, not Malfoy. puh- lease! "Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy, I will show you up to your room now if both of you will please follow me," It was Professor McGonagall. What a year this was going to be.