A/N - This story is already going to be rated R for obvious reasons. It's a
DM/HG fic. Here it goes.
Chapter 1
Hermione Granger lay on her bed in her under wear and a pink tank top. It had to be one of the hottest days of summer. The sun was out; there wasn't a rain cloud in sight. Every fan in that damned house must've been on. Every window, also.
Hermione sighed, thinking of going back to Hogwarts. Books, Harry, Ron, Quidditch, professors, everything would be there again. So would Draco Malfoy. Hermione's heart raced when she thought of that wretched boy. But at the same time, she was longing to see his face.
"The time will come, Hermione. Ooooh yeah, it'll come." Hermione said to herself, as she looked from the ceiling to the window. An owl had arrived.
~Hogwarts, 8:17~
Hermione whipped her hair from one side to another, staring at her new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He was a very tall man, brownish- blondish hair, blue eyes, muscular, well built. And his name was Professor Andrew Rouillard. Every 6th year girl must've have wanted him in their dorms that night. Even Hermione, who was still a virgin.
Draco Malfoy walked into the room as usual with his nasty look on his face. Pansy followed him like the dog she was. They sat down in the very back, then started making out. They looked wasted.
Professor Andrew cleared his throat loud enough for the two to hear him. "I have made a seating process for all of you. Each morning you will have to come in and sit down at your assigned seats." Hermione raised her eyebrows. Ron tapped her shoulder.
"What the hell is he planning to do with us this year? Make us all shit heads. He definitely looks its." Hermione looked at him, but then caught the eyes of Malfoy. She lowered them to see Pansy rubbing his leg with her foot.
"Shit." Hermione whispered.
"What?" Ron asked.
"Parkinson and Malfoy are in this class together. Usually Parkinson and him aren't together in the first class." Hermione lied. She actually would have much rather been Parkinson.
"I thought you would have been used to them being together by now? They always do that kinda crap." Ron said.
"What kind of crap?" Harry butted in.
"Nothing." Hermione quickly said.
"Tell me, please." Harry begged.
"No. Now shut up."
"Yes. Tell me."
"No, Goddamn it!" Hermione yelled furiously, standing up in front up the whole room. Everybody looked at her as her cheeks started to get red. Shit, Hermione thought.
"Who are you?" Professor Rouillard asked.
Hermione rolled her eyes before answering. "Hermione Granger. I'm sorry, professor. I didn't mean to disrupt the class."
"Right, now to seating." He looked at the chalk board behind him, and then clapped his hands like it was one of those weird lights. A drawing of the class seats were on the board.
"Potter, front and center." Rouillard pointed to the seat in front of him. Harry rolled his eyes and moved. Hermione stared hopelessly at everyone as they moved around the class to their new seats. Finally, Rouillard came to her.
"And Granger. Let's see," he looked all over the board. He didn't see her name though. Hermione looked around the room. There were 3 spots left, one by Parvati, one by Pansy and one by Malfoy. Rouillard thought for a little bit, and then came to his conclusion.
"Next to Malfoy." Hermione's jaw dropped. Even thought she had been waiting to see him over the summer, she was NOT going to sit by him. "Come on, hurry up. I have things to teach you guys."
"No! There is no way I am going to sit by Malfoy!"
"I have to put other people in your seat, Granger. If you don't move next to your class mate, it's a weeks worth of detention for you." Hermione was just about to explode. She stood up, with her cheeks puffed. She walked down to the back row of tables and then stopped. She sat down next to Malfoy and huffed.
"Now the mudblood and I can have sex in all the classes." Malfoy whispered into her ear. Hermione narrowed her eyes.
"Shut the fuck up, Malfoy." His lips brushed across her ear.
"Do you think I could finger you? I mean like right now." He already had his hand sliding up her shirt. She smacked it away.
"Go fuck off, Malfoy."
"What, you want me to fuck you? Sorry, I'm kinda wasted. Me and the other Slytherins made a bonfire in the woods last night."
~Lunch, 12:20~
"What was Malfoy whispering in your ear today, 'Mione." Harry asked.
"Some stupid shit. Don't ask about it." Hermione quickly gobbled down her lunch. She couldn't stand talking to the boys about Quidditch anymore. She hated the sport.
Hermione got up, grabbed her stuff and left for the library. She was so typical.
"Hey, Granger!" a voice called. She turned around to see the young Draco Malfoy running up to her. "What the hell is your problem?" he hissed, pinning her up against the wall.
"What the fuck are you talking about, Malfoy! I didn't do anything!"
"You're spreading rumors that I fingered you!"
"No I'm not, I haven't even told Harry or Ron! And you almost did too." Hermione said with a little snicker at the end.
"What are you laughing about?"
"Nothing, just imagining what Parkinson's face when she found out." He made a cruel looking grin.
"Pansy won't find out though. What Pansy doesn't know, won't hurt her." He pressed his body up against hers.
"Wanna make something of it, Malfoy?" Hermione said with seduction in her eyes.
He looked mystified at first, but then answered. "Sure, Granger." He quickly went to her lips, sliding his tongue across her lips, forcing them open. His tongue explored every little bit of her mouth, making it hard for her to breathe. She finally coughed. He pulled away with a finale of biting her lip.
"Wow, Granger. You've got some skills. I bet Potter's a pretty bad kisser though."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you snog Potter every night." Hermione clenched her teeth. "I bet I make him look like shit." Hermione was about to lose it with him. "I bet you only kiss Potter, Weasley and Longbottom." Hermione raised her knee at an accelerated speed. Malfoy backed away, covering his sensitive spot, with a messed face.
"Shit, Granger, you have hard knee-caps."
Chapter 1
Hermione Granger lay on her bed in her under wear and a pink tank top. It had to be one of the hottest days of summer. The sun was out; there wasn't a rain cloud in sight. Every fan in that damned house must've been on. Every window, also.
Hermione sighed, thinking of going back to Hogwarts. Books, Harry, Ron, Quidditch, professors, everything would be there again. So would Draco Malfoy. Hermione's heart raced when she thought of that wretched boy. But at the same time, she was longing to see his face.
"The time will come, Hermione. Ooooh yeah, it'll come." Hermione said to herself, as she looked from the ceiling to the window. An owl had arrived.
~Hogwarts, 8:17~
Hermione whipped her hair from one side to another, staring at her new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He was a very tall man, brownish- blondish hair, blue eyes, muscular, well built. And his name was Professor Andrew Rouillard. Every 6th year girl must've have wanted him in their dorms that night. Even Hermione, who was still a virgin.
Draco Malfoy walked into the room as usual with his nasty look on his face. Pansy followed him like the dog she was. They sat down in the very back, then started making out. They looked wasted.
Professor Andrew cleared his throat loud enough for the two to hear him. "I have made a seating process for all of you. Each morning you will have to come in and sit down at your assigned seats." Hermione raised her eyebrows. Ron tapped her shoulder.
"What the hell is he planning to do with us this year? Make us all shit heads. He definitely looks its." Hermione looked at him, but then caught the eyes of Malfoy. She lowered them to see Pansy rubbing his leg with her foot.
"Shit." Hermione whispered.
"What?" Ron asked.
"Parkinson and Malfoy are in this class together. Usually Parkinson and him aren't together in the first class." Hermione lied. She actually would have much rather been Parkinson.
"I thought you would have been used to them being together by now? They always do that kinda crap." Ron said.
"What kind of crap?" Harry butted in.
"Nothing." Hermione quickly said.
"Tell me, please." Harry begged.
"No. Now shut up."
"Yes. Tell me."
"No, Goddamn it!" Hermione yelled furiously, standing up in front up the whole room. Everybody looked at her as her cheeks started to get red. Shit, Hermione thought.
"Who are you?" Professor Rouillard asked.
Hermione rolled her eyes before answering. "Hermione Granger. I'm sorry, professor. I didn't mean to disrupt the class."
"Right, now to seating." He looked at the chalk board behind him, and then clapped his hands like it was one of those weird lights. A drawing of the class seats were on the board.
"Potter, front and center." Rouillard pointed to the seat in front of him. Harry rolled his eyes and moved. Hermione stared hopelessly at everyone as they moved around the class to their new seats. Finally, Rouillard came to her.
"And Granger. Let's see," he looked all over the board. He didn't see her name though. Hermione looked around the room. There were 3 spots left, one by Parvati, one by Pansy and one by Malfoy. Rouillard thought for a little bit, and then came to his conclusion.
"Next to Malfoy." Hermione's jaw dropped. Even thought she had been waiting to see him over the summer, she was NOT going to sit by him. "Come on, hurry up. I have things to teach you guys."
"No! There is no way I am going to sit by Malfoy!"
"I have to put other people in your seat, Granger. If you don't move next to your class mate, it's a weeks worth of detention for you." Hermione was just about to explode. She stood up, with her cheeks puffed. She walked down to the back row of tables and then stopped. She sat down next to Malfoy and huffed.
"Now the mudblood and I can have sex in all the classes." Malfoy whispered into her ear. Hermione narrowed her eyes.
"Shut the fuck up, Malfoy." His lips brushed across her ear.
"Do you think I could finger you? I mean like right now." He already had his hand sliding up her shirt. She smacked it away.
"Go fuck off, Malfoy."
"What, you want me to fuck you? Sorry, I'm kinda wasted. Me and the other Slytherins made a bonfire in the woods last night."
~Lunch, 12:20~
"What was Malfoy whispering in your ear today, 'Mione." Harry asked.
"Some stupid shit. Don't ask about it." Hermione quickly gobbled down her lunch. She couldn't stand talking to the boys about Quidditch anymore. She hated the sport.
Hermione got up, grabbed her stuff and left for the library. She was so typical.
"Hey, Granger!" a voice called. She turned around to see the young Draco Malfoy running up to her. "What the hell is your problem?" he hissed, pinning her up against the wall.
"What the fuck are you talking about, Malfoy! I didn't do anything!"
"You're spreading rumors that I fingered you!"
"No I'm not, I haven't even told Harry or Ron! And you almost did too." Hermione said with a little snicker at the end.
"What are you laughing about?"
"Nothing, just imagining what Parkinson's face when she found out." He made a cruel looking grin.
"Pansy won't find out though. What Pansy doesn't know, won't hurt her." He pressed his body up against hers.
"Wanna make something of it, Malfoy?" Hermione said with seduction in her eyes.
He looked mystified at first, but then answered. "Sure, Granger." He quickly went to her lips, sliding his tongue across her lips, forcing them open. His tongue explored every little bit of her mouth, making it hard for her to breathe. She finally coughed. He pulled away with a finale of biting her lip.
"Wow, Granger. You've got some skills. I bet Potter's a pretty bad kisser though."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you snog Potter every night." Hermione clenched her teeth. "I bet I make him look like shit." Hermione was about to lose it with him. "I bet you only kiss Potter, Weasley and Longbottom." Hermione raised her knee at an accelerated speed. Malfoy backed away, covering his sensitive spot, with a messed face.
"Shit, Granger, you have hard knee-caps."