Disclaimer: No, I don't own it. But I'd like to own Draco Malfoy for about a week. Great work J. K. Rowling! This is one of my absolute favorite book series.
Hermione decided to move into the dorm with Draco the next week. She thought it would do him good to dangle for a while. It was great to be back in school and able to freely do magic. Her summer had been a blast but not using her wand was like not breathing at times. She had just woken up in a private room in Gryffindor tower. She stretched languidly and eased out of bed. She yawned a bit before heading to the bathroom. She sighed as she walked in. it was pretty small. Just a shower, sink, and toilet. Of course in shades of white, red and gold. It was still early but she didn't want to run at all behind schedule. The hot water felt really good after a long rest. She stayed in, just enjoying the water when she realized that she'd already bathed. Soon she stepped out and wrapped a fluffy towel about her body. Running her tongue over her teeth she set about the task of cleaning them. she knew that despite what became of her life, she'd always take great care of her teeth. Her parents had seen to that. she pulled her hair into a high ponytail and slapped on a light coat of lip gloss. After padding around her room in bare feet for a minute she went to the closet and took out a pair of jeans and a tank top. Throwing them on she opened her window for a bit of air and to test the weather. Though it was June it was still late spring. And they'd been having strange weather all week. Heat one day and frost the next. She leaned out and jerked back inside with a gasp. She thrust her hand against her pounding heart in an attempt to calm it.
"Oh, you asshole!" she blurted.
"You're very cute in the morning," came the chortling reply.
Draco was suspended by his broom just outside her dorm window, watching her carefully.
"Why are you here?" she demanded somewhat rudely.
"Just to see you. Admit it, you're glad to see me," he smiled.
"Not particularly."
"Look. Were you serious or just playing the other day?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" she replied evenly.
"When you said that you were interested in me. were you serious?"
"Well, Draco. You are handsome, intelligent, wealthy, powerful…"
"Is that a yes?"
"No. you're also rude, stubborn, egotistical, prejudiced against everything I stand for, mean-spirited, you think with your prick- the list goes on like that, you know?" she said sharply.
"Looks like I've got a lot of really bad traits, huh?"
"Looks like you really do."
"But I still want a chance with you. What can I do to prove that I'm sincere about this? Hermione, look last year I finally gave you some of the respect that before I wasn't willing to accept that you deserved. I saw you through different eyes. And then you show up looking like-like… the way you do now and pretty much turn my brain to jell-o just by smiling when I'm in the room. you knew that I was going to approach you. Who in their right mind wouldn't?" he asked imploringly.
Hermione smiled at him for a moment before walking over to the window. Her soft laughter caught his attention quickly.
"Draco, Draco, Draco… you tried to seduce me, it didn't work. You tried flattery, it didn't work. But with the act that you're pulling now, I don't know whether to believe you or give you an award for the role you're playing."
"I'm telling you the truth, rea—"
"Save it! Now let's get one thing perfectly clear. I'm no longer the naïve, innocent girl that I was. Don't get your knickers twisted, I'm still a virgin. But I know a lot more about the games we play than I used to, more than most actually. You want me Draco? Fine. If you convince me to let you in and share any part of myself with you. If you can get me to sleep with you, fine. If not within three months, then you can just go find another bed warmer. And to make this interesting, I'll come after you as well. to win this bet, I have to sleep with you on your merit and effort. If I can successfully seduce you, you lose. Understand?" she asked.
"Definitely."
"Good. Now get the heck out!" she yelled as she slammed the window into his nose.
"Shit!" he groaned as the window made contact.
Hermione couldn't help but smile as he fell back, nearly missing his broom. He'd have a little reminder of her views all day long.
"This may be a bit more difficult than I first thought…" Draco muttered to himself.
As he drifted to the ground he was suddenly aware of another presence watching him.
"So that's your game, is it?" came a deep sultry voice.
Draco almost flinched. Oh, that voice. That voice was made for sex. For screaming out his name over and over. For deep rasping cries late at night. A natural sound not un-akin to the baying of wolves. Haunting, strange, and eerily beautiful. He turned and smiled to his visitor. Millicent Bullstrode had grown well. she had started out with the promise of one day morphing into a man, but she had become an Amazon. She was a good five inches taller than him and very built. An intimidating size and build. Her breasts were easily the absolute largest that he'd ever seen; her waist was thick yet trim for her figure; long powerful legs and arms made her seem almost graceful. But it was her face that riveted attention. She had her mother's long, dark and shaggy hair, but her father's sharp features. She looked like a wolf. Right down to the eyes. The very same slit pupils her grandfather had. The man had been a great scientist as far as wizards go in such fields. He had found a way to undergo the animagus transformation without actually being one. Unfortunately to do so he grafted the wolf he kept as a pet permanently to his human essence. Making himself part man and part beast. This completely altered all of his genetics. And it did so to such an extent that the effects were hereditary now. All of his descendants would carry the mark of his research. To put it plainly, the girl was part werewolf. But still she was beautiful. Achingly so. She was just so damn huge that Draco never wanted to tangle with her without his wand. Besides, he heard that she could be perfectly brutal in bed.
"What ever do you mean, Millicent?" he asked as he turned to her.
Her eyes bore holes in his head as she glared at him. It was no secret that she felt Pansy was her best friend. Though it was by Pansy that Draco came by the information about Millicent's family. She was a borderline werewolf. She shouldn't have been here. She should have been cast out just like that Lupin bastard. But she was a Slytherin and she was loyal to their ways, so it seemed. He thought secretly that she was harboring a little thing for Gryffindor's lately. After all none but the largest and bravest and horniest of Slytherins would touch her. Gryffindor's, it appeared, liked dangerous trials.
"I mean you're games with Pansy. Are you just fooling around with her? What are you doing following Granger?" she demanded.
"Well, I think that you know. It's going to be sex. Pure and simple. I believe that I can do that if I wish."
"What about Pansy?"
"What about her? She can do what ever she wants. I'm certainly not keeping her on any sort of leash."
She leaned in over him, doing her best to intimidate.
"Pansy has plans to become the next Lady Malfoy."
"'Lady Malfoy'?" he asked.
"Yes. Your wife! She intends to be your wife. You cannot go off having whatever trysts you will like that's okay!"
"Like what I'll have with Hermione, it was just sex. Pansy should be somewhere shagging Blaise right now. I could care less."
"But, you two-"
"Had sex. What are you jealous? Want to give me a try, too?" he asked.
She acted offended and turned away from him to hide her discomfort. A wolf, but a shy one. Draco smiled.
"You don't have to be shy," he whispered as he leaned into her.
"What are you doing, Draco?" she asked.
"You know, lying down, height doesn't matter."
"Malfoy, you are a jackass."
"One that you want to shag you senseless?"
"You're done with Pansy?" she asked quietly.
"Then I'll tell her," she said walking off.
"You look like you've seen a ghost, love," a young man asked the distraught looking girl.
"I feel like everything is changing. And I don't know if that's good or bad."
"Millicent. If something's bothering you, you can just tell me. We shouldn't keep secrets. I want to know when you're upset. Maybe I can help."
"You're so different from the last few years. Before, you never even looked at me."
"Well before, you put me down every chance you got. I'm glad that I don't hold grudges."
"Me too. And I'm sorry for that. I had no right to tease you like that. No one did."
"How much longer do you want to keep what we have secret? I can't wait to let everyone know that you're with me."
"You've never turned your back on me, you know? Not even when you found out my secret."
"It was mysterious. I found that to be incredibly sexy. That and the way you look in your muggle fashions," he said as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Millicent giggled loudly. She really hadn't expected the clothes to be so comfortable or to look so nice on her. Her robes were fine, but with her build made her look larger and more cumbersome than she really was. And really, they just made her already bad situation, even worse.
"Where did you get the idea that you wanted to see me dressed as a muggle?" she asked.
"Hermione Granger. She hardly ever wears robes when she doesn't have to anymore. And some of her clothes would look great on you. at least I think so."
"Granger. Didn't you ask her to the Yule Ball?"
"When we were enemies and I saw you as one of the evil Slytherin girls out to make my life hell, yes. Let's not dwell on the past. It has no purpose, but to upset us."
"You're right. But she is pretty…"
"Of course she is. Look, I admired Hermione. In fact I still do. But she's not for me. I wouldn't know how to keep her happy. She's too busy and her life is just far too involved. She is pretty. But you're pretty too. In fact you are the most perfect and beautiful to me."
She leaned in close to him and kissed his cheek. He caught her chin and tilted her lips to his.
"Neville, you really have changed."
"I assure you, that's a good thing," he said gently before he kissed her again.
"Wow, Mill. You are really slumming. Didn't that mudblood-loving idiot used to grovel at our feet and beg us not to hurt him?" came a high piercing voice.
Neville and Millicent groaned and didn't look up to see the owner of that voice. Daisy, Pansy's younger sister. She was only a year under them, but she didn't act like it. Since her big sister was on the arm of Draco Malfoy, she thought she could have the run of the place at times. Millicent smiled. Now that Draco is looking for a little Gryffindor action, she was soon to get a wake up call.
"Go away, Daisy," she hissed.
"Just wait until I tell Pansy!" the girl chuckled threateningly.
Neville gripped his wand tightly, fully ready to hex the group of girls that threatened his Millicent. He looked at her questioningly. Millicent looked right into his eyes, took a deep steadying breath and turned back to the girls.
"Go right on ahead."
Everyone including Neville gasped. She sighed. She knew that this had been hard on Neville. Ever since that evening in the astronomy tower, when she'd been crying and he'd tried to comfort her, things had been different. He was uncharacteristically suave and tender with her. He'd hugged her tightly and told her that she was beautiful. That first tentative kiss had been a little less than perfect, but they had only grown better over time. Since then, he'd wanted to scream it from the mountain tops that she had chosen him. But she'd been afraid of how their houses would begin to treat them. the Gryffindors may have been forgiving, maybe even supportive of Neville; but she knew that the Slytherins would turn on her like, she smiled ironically, a pack of wolves. Neville had been patient long enough. If he was brave enough to care for her, then she could be brave enough to care for him just as openly as he wanted to do with her.
"Huh?" Daisy asked.
"Are you certain that you're ready?" Neville asked now fully ignoring the girls.
"Yes. I love you, Neville. And I won't hide that fact. Of course if you're not comfortable--"
"No! I'm comfortable, I'm comfortable!" he yelled jumping up.
She smiled and wrapped her arms about his neck. Neville just sat there holding her for a minute before he remembered the others.
"Don't you little gossips have a world to inform. Slytherin, Gryffindor, together. Big love fest between the houses. Go do what you do so well!" he laughed as he waved them off.
Chapter five! Betcha just didn't even see that coming, did ya? Well, neither did I! Stuff just happens when you're trying to update. I hope you guys don't mind the twist. I just thought that someone else should be included in all of this. There may be more. Also, in my first thought to get Millicent Bullstrode in this fic, she was with Ron. But as I reread my work, I already threw someone in for Ron to keep his attention off of Hermione. I read the books and I see the movies, and I realize that Ron and Hermione have a definite spark. That may be a clue to how the series will turn out, I don't know. But, I'm not too big on the whole Hermione and Ron thing. Really I like what I'm writing, Hermione and Draco. With that much hate, their has to be something, right? Their personalities are just perfect for each other. Ron is so indecisive and such an extremist. I think that he'd drive Hermione's analytical mind absolutely berserk! Now Draco is a true prat, but he's very intelligent and cunning. He's got this sneaky, malicious way about him that is a real contrast with Hermione, who has the potential to be the same way. Only Hermione chooses to be good and Draco chooses to be bad due to habit and the way that he was raised. I really believe that if Draco just had some initiative to behave himself, he would. My equation: Draco(man) Hermione(initiative) = Draco/Hermione(incredible hope for a great future or the end of life as we know it). Seeing as this is my equation, it's a coin toss and anybody's guess. Well, goodbye for now! Hope you likey! Write and tell me.