R is for Raunchy
D/Hr
Summary: As Hermione doesn't recieve the honor of becoming the next Head Girl, she decides to rebel, and becomes a bit...saucy.
Chapter One
Hermione sat on her bed, still awestruck. She had not made Head Girl. How can this be happening?
"I don't believe this. I know I am the smartest girl in the school, and I know Dumbledore likes me. Maybe he forgot the letter." She muttered to herself, pacing her room. She vaguely remembered Crookshanks yelping as her foot trod on his tail. "Sorry, Crookshanks, I didn't mean it."
"Mione, darling, come on. You'll miss the train!" a voice called, drifting up the stairs, mixing well with the smell of sausage.
"Oh, what?" she said, glancing at her watch. "Oh, my God, I'm running fifteen minutes late!" As Hermione walked down to the car with her mum, she thought of years gone by. The good times, and all the bad ones, too, Harry, Ron and her had shared came flooding back in a powerful wave. One time in particular stood out, Malfoy, squeaking as Professor Imposter Moody transfigured him into the amazing bouncing ferret.
She nearly cried when she realized this was the last trip to King's Cross, the last trip to Hogwarts. After this year, she would probably never see the old castle that had grown on her again. She would never again walk its halls or wrestle with Peeves. "I'm going to make this year worthwhile. No holds barred. No more Granger the bookworm. Look out Hogwarts, because here I come!" she smiled with self- conviction.
"Mother, five more minutes." Draco grunted into his mattress, pillow over his head to drown out any visible light.
"Do you want to miss the train, then?" She coyly smiled as she tore the silver sheets from his grasp, leaving him feeling cold and violated.
"MOTHER!" He cried, embarrassed. Understandable enough, considering he was only in his silky green boxers.
"Oh Draco, I've seen much more." Narcissa rolled her eyes. "I raised you, surprising as it is. When you were young you loved running around naked." She finished with a smirk, similar to Draco's trademarked one. His cheeks became Gryffindor-red as she continued.
"Enough already. I know we love having our," he vehemently spat out the next word out, "father, gone now but really, Mother. Let's control ourselves."
As he went to put on clothes he looked back at her, smiling, making his bed. She's been so happy ever since Lucius had been given the Dementor's Kiss. He gave a short chuckle, it sounded so morbid, but since his final Kiss, a darkness that had loomed over their household had finally been lifted.
"Well," he sighed with an air of longing, "another year and, unfortunately, I didn't make Head Boy. Oh well, it doesn't matter; now I don't have to room with Granger." He breathed a sigh of relief, but his conscience was nagging at him, whispering, 'You know you don't hate her. Your father did. You don't..." and it vanished. He knew the voice was right, but he could never want to room with her, not after the way he's treated her."Whoa, my God! Hermione, you look hot!" Ron said gracefully through a mouthful of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans while he gave her a look of gratitude.
"He's right, you know. You've changed." Ginny stated mid-hug, flipping her strawberry hair over her shoulder. Harry just sat on the blue- tartan seat, wide-eyed and speechless. Much to his delight, and surprise, Hermione lowered herself onto his lap and embraced him, smiling at her boldness. She remained seated, growing rather comfortable, and said "Hello" to the rest of her friends. She smiled dangerously at Ron and Ginny as Harry showed a look of fright that was visibly clear to Hermione.
"See you later, Harry." Hermione winked saucily as she turned around, getting up and leaving to find Hannah Abbot. Of course, she couldn't leave without a sashay out the door, leaving the rest of the cabin in shock.
"What was that? Harry, mate, are you not telling us something? Did you two...er...hook up over the summer, or something?" Ron looked pale and quite queasy.
"I don't know. Honestly, Ron! Is she coming on to me, or something? Should I follow her? She does look hot, you got to admit. That skirt really shows off her legs, and if that top was any lower..." Harry shuddered with anticipation as he voiced his thoughts.
"I'd go for it, mate." Ron said dully, looking crestfallen.
"I don't know. Where did she go?" Harry asked, contemplating whether or not he should go find her.
Ginny began to giggle. She managed to breathe, "She...went to...find...Hannah..." before lapsing into a fresh round of giggles.
Ron and Harry both glared at Ginny as she continued to giggle, doubling over. "Come off it, boys. You were hilarious! Harry...the look on your face was priceless!" she shrieked as the cart witch tapped on their door.
"Treats, anyone?"
Harry was kind enough to buy everyone, even a hiccupping Ginny, something. As they devoured their delicious meal, they talked about their summer and how great it felt to be coming back to Hogwarts."That was fun!" Hermione giggled, clutching her side. "I wish I could've seen his face. I think my plan to shock them is working perfectly."
"Miss Granger!" Hermione straightened and turned as she heard the sharp voice of Professor McGonagall. "Come with me. Here, just into the compartment."
"Professor McGonagall, why are you..." Hermione's voice trailed off as she saw none other than Mr. Bouncing Ferret lounging just inside the door.
"Have a seat and I shall be back with the others shortly." McGonagall nodded to Hermione.
"You can sit here Hermione," Draco drawled seductively, using his poison honeyed voice, patting his thighs temptingly.
"In your dreams, Ferret-Boy." She spat, glaring into his ice cold eyes.
"My, my, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." He tutted ruefully, "But I see you did have ample time to get ready. You look...okay. For a Mudblood." He added hastily, realizing his mistake. He quickly recovered and resumed his previous activity as he shifted over to her side and put his hand on her thigh.
"Malfoy, if you do not move that hand I will be forced to sever it from your body. And I will make sure it hurts as much as possible." Hermione managed to force through her gritted teeth as she stared into Draco's entrancing eyes. 'You know,' she thought. 'They really do look like an ocean...wait. What the hell am I saying?!'
"Sorry, just trying to be friendly." He muttered, obviously taken by surprise. All girls he tried this on let him fuck them senseless, no matter what they said. Why was he stopping with Herm...Granger?
"Well, thank you, Draco," Hermione said, startled by his abrupt change in plans. "But I don't think I'm quite ready, my stomach anyway, to have you touching me. However, I can tell you've changed drastically, too, and I hope we can be nicer to each other this year." Hermione said haughtily as she looked him up and down.
'He really does look pretty damn hot.' A little voice inside her said. 'His arms would be so comfy, and those beautiful eyes, not to mention his tousled platinum blonde hair. Oh, my God. There I go again! What am I saying?! This is Malfoy. Not Harry. Not Ron. Get a grip, Hermione!' she scolded herself internally.
He stared at her like she was from a different planet. "What? You want a picture? It'll last a lot longer." She snapped, not liking the effect he was having on her.
"You called me Draco," he said, a hint of astonishment in his voice. Maybe this wasn't going to be a horrible, horrible year after all.
"Yeah, I told you I hoped we could be a bit nicer to one another now, and I figure being on a first name basis is a good place to start." She smiled genuinely as she bit her bottom lip and became immersed in pushing back her cuticles.
"Yeah, that's sounds good...Hermione." He said as he smirked out the window and thought about what fun this year was going to be.
She loved the way her name sounded as it left his lips. Almost as if an angel had said her name. She felt her heart jump and shivers down her back, all the way to her fingers.
'This is so weird,' she thought. 'I'm actually enjoying Malf...Draco's company and he's sending chills down my back, to boot!'
As soon as this thought left her brain, McGonagall marched through the door with a very terrified Hannah Abbot and a very perplexed Padma Patil close behind.
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