Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter and all that stuff, but I don't.
I'm just a poor kid looking for a summer job, wishing I were J.K. Rowling.
As the fist came down across my cheek, I actually smiled. I would have felt bad if the stupid bitch hadn't got one hit in while I kicked her ass. A backhand, a kick, a block, an upper cut, and she was out. I could barely hear the crowd cheering behind me as the adrenaline filled blood pumped its way through my body. Fighting was like a dance, and I moved to a tribal beat that seemed to flow through my veins. If fighting was a dance, I was an artist among artists. I could move with the grace of a ballerina, but with the strength of a lioness. I know I might sound cocky, but when you're told how amazing you are at something, you start to believe it; Especially if along with that belief is an undefeated street record.
Making my way through the people, I finally got to Jay and collected my money. $300 dollars and my reign as the only unbeaten street queen continued. Walking over to my Lancer, I suddenly remember that tomorrow is September first. I start school again tomorrow, but nothing will be the same this year. Everything is the same but me, Merlin help them if anyone decides to get in my way.
The party at my, Jade, and Torrance's house that night was a good time. Marco beat the shit out of Kyle for hitting on his girlfriend. She's a slut anyway, but it was fun to watch all the same. After a couple beers, and enough shots that would make a grown man pass out, I decided to dance for a while. I wanted to feel something, but not someone. I scared off any guy that tried to join me with a single glare. As another song came on, strong and confident hands placed their hands firmly on my hips. I turned around to tell the guy to fuck off, but I immediately bit my tongue. Draco Malfoy was here, at a muggle house party. As my eyes met his, I knew he didn't recognize me. Hell, I wouldn't recognize me either if I were going by what I looked like at the end of 6th year. My black hair fell down to my waist in layers upon layers of waves. Ice blue eyes showed themselves under my long dark eyelashes and the slope of my nose led to my cherry colored lips. With a wife-beater stating that "I Can Make You Cry" barely covering my pierced navel and old leather pants made to fit my ass, I knew I looked hot. This boy made me feel like dirt for years, it was time for some retribution.
"What's your name?" He asks me, his voice attempting his arousal. Too bad I can feel his pressing into me through my leather pants.
"Salene. I've never seen you here before, who are you?" Merlin's beard, this is going to be fun.
"Drake, now shut up and dance." Normally I would have knocked a guy out for talking to me like that, but this was going to be way too much fun to ruin with a simple black eye.
"I'm gonna make this simple for you. Follow me, and don't talk if you wanna get lucky." As I walked into the back room, I could feel him following me. I talked with Travis and made a quick deal. Slipping my hand between the waist band of his pants, I pulled him up the stairs and into a spare bedroom. I muttered a quick contraceptive and STD protection charm, before I locked the door and turned around to face him. I knew doing magic outside of Hogwarts was illegal, but they never said you couldn't do it wandless.
"I am going to make you scream..." That is what I whisper in his ear as I jump up, and quickly wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel him grinding right under my ass as I sucked his bottom lip between mine and lightly nibbled on it. Hopping down, I didn't waste anytime removing his shirt. With chiseled arms, pectorals, and abs; I knew I was not going to regret fucking his brains out.
I made a quick move to throw his shirt across the room, and stole a glance at his left arm. No dark mark, damn. I was so hoping that he would have to go to the Death Eaters meeting, knowing that he had been had. I moaned at the thought of how his face would contort when he discovered the truth, he was being had, by Hermione Granger. I tore off my shirt with out any thought to the fact that I had no bra on. Slowly sliding the leather over my hips, I could hear his breathe catch in his throat.
"Strip, and lay down on the bed." I command, I thought he said something; but it was drowned out by the music downstairs.
I could smell the brewing of sex, like a fine potion with all the right ingredients. 'Drake' may think it was pure lust, but it was more. As I climbed on top of him tonight, I remember every single time he called me a mudblood. As I leaned over to kiss him while my hand positioned him where I wanted him, I remember every single tear this piece of scum made me cry. And as I slammed myself down upon him, I vowed that this was justice; justice for every woman that this man had ever used, and left to feel like trash in the morning. I road him until he couldn't move, but I kept on going. Lust, anger, rage, and anticipation fueled me and finally, I released myself from the cage this man built around me. Gathering my things, I glanced back at him lying on the bed with a look of complete satisfaction on his face.
"Don't look so smug, I've had better. Get your shit together and be gone by sunrise." With those final words 'Salene' closed the door on 'Drake,' but for Hermione and Draco, the door to a whole new world was opening.
Walking through to Platform 9 and ¾, I could feel the eyes on me. Did these people not have anything better to look at? Giving all of them the finger, I turned to look for Harry and Ron. Spotting the sea of red heads, and a messy black one near by, I ran to them as fast as my legs could carry me. Not even waiting for them to acknowledge me, I through myself into their arms.
"Oh my god, I missed guys so much. Good Merlin Harry, you must have grown another foot! Oh, Ron I love your hair short like that. Is that a tattoo on your arm? Never would have thought you had the balls to get one." My mouth was talking faster than my mind could keep up with, but I finally realized just exactly how they were looking at me.
"Hi, who the hell are you?" Finally my eyes focus on the young woman in front of me.
"Ginny? Are you fucking stoned? It's me......Mione. Really, woman, get your eyes checked." I could see the look of recognition come across their faces like a storm coming in to shore.
"MIONE?!?!?!" All at once they shouted in disbelief. I knew they would probably not expect the change, but to shout so that all of Platform 9 and ¾ could hear them was a bit much.
"Fucking hell, did you people not learn to use quiet voices in pre- school? Yes, it's me. Hermione Salene Granger, born on April 13, 1989 daughter of two completely asinine muggles. Is that enough proof or do I need to give you my fingerprints?" I looked down and studied my boots while they actually contemplated taking my fingerprints. I might have over done it just a little bit. My acid washed jeans were covering my leather stiletto boots, but the toes of them still stuck out. A black belt covered in studs ran around my hips and my midriff was completely open for the world to see. This wasn't too bad, but I think the shirt stating "I Bite Hot Guys For Fun" was what did it in the end.
"What were your OWL scores?" Asked Ron. About time one of them said something, I was beginning to wonder if it was possible to sleep standing up.
"O's in everything Ron. Now what else would you like me to tell you? That Harry is the boy who lived? No, too simple. That Ginny was possessed by Voldemort and taken to the Chamber of Secrets during our second year? No, too gossipy. I guess I will just have to settle for the fact that the summer before fourth year I walked in on you jacking off to Sizzling Witches?" At this point Harry was rolling on the floor laughing, Ginny was looking between Ron and I with her mouth open wide, and Ron looked like he was going to hit me.
"I would be careful if I were you Mr. Potter and Ms. Weasley. Now I think I need to convince each of my friends that I am who I say I am. Why Ginny, is the how wide your mouth was opening when you were sucking off Seamus? No wonder he came so hard, and I was so proud of you when you told me you swallowed like a pro. Don't think you're scotch free Harry, let's not forget the time you asked me how to eat a girl out, because you were having trouble getting Cho off." By this time all three of them were red faced and glaring. I think I even saw a little steam rise off the top of Ginny's head. As soon as the smirk settled on my face, it was wiped off as I saw the youngest Weasley move to punch me. Grabbing her fist before she made contact, I used her momentum to quickly turn her around and restrain her hands while I tightly held her back to my chest.
"Do not take another swing at me Gin, or I swear on the stars I was blessed by that I will not hold myself back again. Take a deep breathe and realize that I said humiliating things about everyone. Would it make you feel better if I confessed something as well?"
"It had better be good bitch, or I swear I will shave your head in your sleep." Said Ginny through gritted teeth. Ron and Harry just nodded there heads in agreement while they carefully watched to make sure I didn't tighten my hold on Ginny's throat too much.
"In fifth year I hit on Sirius, but he turned me down because he said I was too young. Later that same night I snuck into his room and sucked him off while he was sleeping." I wasn't ashamed, mostly because what I didn't tell them was that even though he was dreaming, he ended up moaning my name throughout it all.
For about five minutes or so all three of them stared at me like the Triumvirate of Gryffindor, debating through telepathy as to whether or not they would accept my plea for forgiveness. I looked at them as though I truly felt bad for what I had said, but that was just a mask. To be honest, I'm glad it was out in the open. This was our 7th year, and there was no doubt that the final battle was going to be waged before we graduated. Secrets between allies would only lead to our downfall, and that would not happen while I was alive. Besides, if you're going to do something, don't have any shame or regrets about it. I could make a list of everything and everyone I've ever done printed on the front page of The Daily Prophet, and I would smile at the shocked looks everyone would give me.
As the fist came down across my cheek, I actually smiled. I would have felt bad if the stupid bitch hadn't got one hit in while I kicked her ass. A backhand, a kick, a block, an upper cut, and she was out. I could barely hear the crowd cheering behind me as the adrenaline filled blood pumped its way through my body. Fighting was like a dance, and I moved to a tribal beat that seemed to flow through my veins. If fighting was a dance, I was an artist among artists. I could move with the grace of a ballerina, but with the strength of a lioness. I know I might sound cocky, but when you're told how amazing you are at something, you start to believe it; Especially if along with that belief is an undefeated street record.
Making my way through the people, I finally got to Jay and collected my money. $300 dollars and my reign as the only unbeaten street queen continued. Walking over to my Lancer, I suddenly remember that tomorrow is September first. I start school again tomorrow, but nothing will be the same this year. Everything is the same but me, Merlin help them if anyone decides to get in my way.
The party at my, Jade, and Torrance's house that night was a good time. Marco beat the shit out of Kyle for hitting on his girlfriend. She's a slut anyway, but it was fun to watch all the same. After a couple beers, and enough shots that would make a grown man pass out, I decided to dance for a while. I wanted to feel something, but not someone. I scared off any guy that tried to join me with a single glare. As another song came on, strong and confident hands placed their hands firmly on my hips. I turned around to tell the guy to fuck off, but I immediately bit my tongue. Draco Malfoy was here, at a muggle house party. As my eyes met his, I knew he didn't recognize me. Hell, I wouldn't recognize me either if I were going by what I looked like at the end of 6th year. My black hair fell down to my waist in layers upon layers of waves. Ice blue eyes showed themselves under my long dark eyelashes and the slope of my nose led to my cherry colored lips. With a wife-beater stating that "I Can Make You Cry" barely covering my pierced navel and old leather pants made to fit my ass, I knew I looked hot. This boy made me feel like dirt for years, it was time for some retribution.
"What's your name?" He asks me, his voice attempting his arousal. Too bad I can feel his pressing into me through my leather pants.
"Salene. I've never seen you here before, who are you?" Merlin's beard, this is going to be fun.
"Drake, now shut up and dance." Normally I would have knocked a guy out for talking to me like that, but this was going to be way too much fun to ruin with a simple black eye.
"I'm gonna make this simple for you. Follow me, and don't talk if you wanna get lucky." As I walked into the back room, I could feel him following me. I talked with Travis and made a quick deal. Slipping my hand between the waist band of his pants, I pulled him up the stairs and into a spare bedroom. I muttered a quick contraceptive and STD protection charm, before I locked the door and turned around to face him. I knew doing magic outside of Hogwarts was illegal, but they never said you couldn't do it wandless.
"I am going to make you scream..." That is what I whisper in his ear as I jump up, and quickly wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel him grinding right under my ass as I sucked his bottom lip between mine and lightly nibbled on it. Hopping down, I didn't waste anytime removing his shirt. With chiseled arms, pectorals, and abs; I knew I was not going to regret fucking his brains out.
I made a quick move to throw his shirt across the room, and stole a glance at his left arm. No dark mark, damn. I was so hoping that he would have to go to the Death Eaters meeting, knowing that he had been had. I moaned at the thought of how his face would contort when he discovered the truth, he was being had, by Hermione Granger. I tore off my shirt with out any thought to the fact that I had no bra on. Slowly sliding the leather over my hips, I could hear his breathe catch in his throat.
"Strip, and lay down on the bed." I command, I thought he said something; but it was drowned out by the music downstairs.
I could smell the brewing of sex, like a fine potion with all the right ingredients. 'Drake' may think it was pure lust, but it was more. As I climbed on top of him tonight, I remember every single time he called me a mudblood. As I leaned over to kiss him while my hand positioned him where I wanted him, I remember every single tear this piece of scum made me cry. And as I slammed myself down upon him, I vowed that this was justice; justice for every woman that this man had ever used, and left to feel like trash in the morning. I road him until he couldn't move, but I kept on going. Lust, anger, rage, and anticipation fueled me and finally, I released myself from the cage this man built around me. Gathering my things, I glanced back at him lying on the bed with a look of complete satisfaction on his face.
"Don't look so smug, I've had better. Get your shit together and be gone by sunrise." With those final words 'Salene' closed the door on 'Drake,' but for Hermione and Draco, the door to a whole new world was opening.
Walking through to Platform 9 and ¾, I could feel the eyes on me. Did these people not have anything better to look at? Giving all of them the finger, I turned to look for Harry and Ron. Spotting the sea of red heads, and a messy black one near by, I ran to them as fast as my legs could carry me. Not even waiting for them to acknowledge me, I through myself into their arms.
"Oh my god, I missed guys so much. Good Merlin Harry, you must have grown another foot! Oh, Ron I love your hair short like that. Is that a tattoo on your arm? Never would have thought you had the balls to get one." My mouth was talking faster than my mind could keep up with, but I finally realized just exactly how they were looking at me.
"Hi, who the hell are you?" Finally my eyes focus on the young woman in front of me.
"Ginny? Are you fucking stoned? It's me......Mione. Really, woman, get your eyes checked." I could see the look of recognition come across their faces like a storm coming in to shore.
"MIONE?!?!?!" All at once they shouted in disbelief. I knew they would probably not expect the change, but to shout so that all of Platform 9 and ¾ could hear them was a bit much.
"Fucking hell, did you people not learn to use quiet voices in pre- school? Yes, it's me. Hermione Salene Granger, born on April 13, 1989 daughter of two completely asinine muggles. Is that enough proof or do I need to give you my fingerprints?" I looked down and studied my boots while they actually contemplated taking my fingerprints. I might have over done it just a little bit. My acid washed jeans were covering my leather stiletto boots, but the toes of them still stuck out. A black belt covered in studs ran around my hips and my midriff was completely open for the world to see. This wasn't too bad, but I think the shirt stating "I Bite Hot Guys For Fun" was what did it in the end.
"What were your OWL scores?" Asked Ron. About time one of them said something, I was beginning to wonder if it was possible to sleep standing up.
"O's in everything Ron. Now what else would you like me to tell you? That Harry is the boy who lived? No, too simple. That Ginny was possessed by Voldemort and taken to the Chamber of Secrets during our second year? No, too gossipy. I guess I will just have to settle for the fact that the summer before fourth year I walked in on you jacking off to Sizzling Witches?" At this point Harry was rolling on the floor laughing, Ginny was looking between Ron and I with her mouth open wide, and Ron looked like he was going to hit me.
"I would be careful if I were you Mr. Potter and Ms. Weasley. Now I think I need to convince each of my friends that I am who I say I am. Why Ginny, is the how wide your mouth was opening when you were sucking off Seamus? No wonder he came so hard, and I was so proud of you when you told me you swallowed like a pro. Don't think you're scotch free Harry, let's not forget the time you asked me how to eat a girl out, because you were having trouble getting Cho off." By this time all three of them were red faced and glaring. I think I even saw a little steam rise off the top of Ginny's head. As soon as the smirk settled on my face, it was wiped off as I saw the youngest Weasley move to punch me. Grabbing her fist before she made contact, I used her momentum to quickly turn her around and restrain her hands while I tightly held her back to my chest.
"Do not take another swing at me Gin, or I swear on the stars I was blessed by that I will not hold myself back again. Take a deep breathe and realize that I said humiliating things about everyone. Would it make you feel better if I confessed something as well?"
"It had better be good bitch, or I swear I will shave your head in your sleep." Said Ginny through gritted teeth. Ron and Harry just nodded there heads in agreement while they carefully watched to make sure I didn't tighten my hold on Ginny's throat too much.
"In fifth year I hit on Sirius, but he turned me down because he said I was too young. Later that same night I snuck into his room and sucked him off while he was sleeping." I wasn't ashamed, mostly because what I didn't tell them was that even though he was dreaming, he ended up moaning my name throughout it all.
For about five minutes or so all three of them stared at me like the Triumvirate of Gryffindor, debating through telepathy as to whether or not they would accept my plea for forgiveness. I looked at them as though I truly felt bad for what I had said, but that was just a mask. To be honest, I'm glad it was out in the open. This was our 7th year, and there was no doubt that the final battle was going to be waged before we graduated. Secrets between allies would only lead to our downfall, and that would not happen while I was alive. Besides, if you're going to do something, don't have any shame or regrets about it. I could make a list of everything and everyone I've ever done printed on the front page of The Daily Prophet, and I would smile at the shocked looks everyone would give me.