Chapter 2: The First Night
The next day was the day to board the Hogwarts express. Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Ginny all walked along the train station to platform 9 ¾. They said good-bye to Mrs. Weasley and crossed to the platform. They quickly boarded the Hogwarts expressed and found an empty compartment to sit in so they could discuss this morning's paper in private.
While the reason remains unknown, the ministry of magic has realized the number of known and questioned death eaters gathering in the London area. Coincidence…or maybe this suspicious gathering is due to a secret meeting to discuss the future rise of their lord, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Perhaps….
"Do you think that they really are planning a meeting? Do you think he will come back, could he come back?" Harry nervously asked. But their discussion was quickly interrupted once again by Draco Malfoy.
"Hey Mudblood, McGonagall wants you to come to the prefect meeting in the teachers cart." He spit out staring at Hermione.
Once again her heart started to race at his stare, he cheeks flushed, and she couldn't speak, but soon Ron spoke for her.
"Don't you call her that you ass hole!" Ron began.
"Don't worry about it Ron, I'm coming" Hermione answered once she was able to speak.
She followed him to the teachers cart, her eyes occasionally glancing down to his firm ass. Why am I doing this to myself? He will never care about me the way I want him to. She thought to herself. They quickly arrived at the teacher's cart. There was only two seats left for them and they were directly across from each other. She sat down daintily and tried her best to pay attention.
"I want you to try your best to make life as easy as possible for the first years. It's bad enough these newspaper writers are scaring everyone with those deatheater stories, so just try to keep them happy." Professor McGonagall announced to the prefects and heads.
But whenever she looked at Professor McGonagall, she felt eyes driving into her. She'd look across and Malfoy was staring at her with his deep, icy blue eyes. When he realized she noticed his stares, he simply looked her in the eyes and slowly turned away. What was that about? She thought to herself. Why would he stare at me like that? But she then realized the meeting was over because they had arrived at Hogwarts, her second home.
They entered the great hall for the feast. Hermione sat with her beloved friends and tried so hard to pay attention to the sorting, but her mind would not stop racing. She kept thinking, why was he staring at me? Does he hate me so much he can't stand the idea that he had to sit in the same room with me and that stare was pure hatred?
"Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy, if you will follow me I will lead you to your dorms."
They followed Professor McGonagall in complete silence. All you could hear was the clicks of McGonagall's shoes and the beating of Hermione's heart. Being so close to him was almost too much to bear, which will make sharing a dorm quite complicated. They soon came across a portrait of none other than headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.
"Your password is power"
As the three walked in, Hermione gasped at the magnificent room. The ceilings were at least 50 feet high with two arched staircases leading to each of their rooms. The walls mimicked the color of the early sunset, a light reddish pink with a golden hue. The colors danced across the walls due to the flickering fire blazing in the antique looking fireplace. The beautiful, burgundy carpet had a Persian rug draped across the middle of the floor adding a touch of elegance to the room. In the middle of the room stood two tall, comfortable looking chairs and black, leather sofa separated by a mahogany coffee table.
"I'll leave you two to tend to your business." McGonagall told the two before exiting through the portrait hole.
Suddenly, Hermione felt those beautiful eyes staring daggers into her once again. She turned to Malfoy and just as she suspected, he was coolly staring at her.
"Look, things have to change between us," she said in a voice not her own, "if we have to share dorms we need to get along. We need to just grow up, quit calling each other childish names like Mudblood or ferret, and try to be friends."
"I'm gonna go to the balcony to have a cigarette," he told her completely ignoring the short speech she just gave. As she watched him go to the balcony and decided a nice hot shower would calm her down.
When she entered the bathroom, it was just as amazing as the common room. It was the size of her living room back home. The walls were a clean, creamy white and mirror like white tiles on the floor. The tub was the size of a family size hot tub. All the faucets in the bathroom were solid gold and polished to a beautiful shine.
She just stripped off her clothes, opened the shower door and turned on the water to boiling hot. Just as she was about to walk in, she heard to door open. She turned to see Malfoy with an amazed, but embarrassed look on his face. "Sorry," he told her before he took one last glance and walked away.
She stood there in complete shock. He saw me naked, he saw me naked continually ran through her mind. First she felt more than a bit embarrassed, followed by blazing anger. She threw on her bathrobe and ran out there to scream at him. She found him sitting in one of the black chairs obviously thinking about the image he just saw.
"Get up you perverted piece of shit," she spit at him. "How dare you walk in on me while I'm like that," she said moments before she slapped him across the face. Suddenly she was being slammed into the wall. Her wrist tightly gripped by his strong hands and face inches from her own.
"What are you doing? Let me go," she begged.
"What's the matter Granger, do I make you nervous?" He said inches away from her face.
Then he threw he on the couch. She instinctually backed away, but it wasn't enough to escape his grasp. He pounced on her and held her wrists so tightly she could feel the bruises form. "Am I scaring you Granger?" He asked staring into her deep honey eyes. As he inched slowly to her face, his grip loosened but she was still pinned by his body weight. His hand moved down to her right knee and she flinched at his actions. His lips moved closer and closer until it brushed against her own, making her quiver in lust. Feeling her shivers, he smile, not smirked but smiled. "Do you like that, Granger?" he whispered in her ear before nibbling on her earlobe. She became engrossed in the smell of his cologne and touch of his skin. A moan slowly escaped her mouth, answering his previous question. His hand then moved from her knee up to her inner thigh, opening the robe she was naked under. His hand slowly massaged the silky skin as it inched its was up. He then moved his lips to the sensitive skin on her neck. "Do you still want me to stop?" She lustfully shook her head and he moved in for a deep, passionate kiss. His hands where forceful and rough; but his lips and tongue where firm but gentle. There tongues moved together as if they were one as his hand moved further up her thigh revealing skin she had never shown anyone before. His free arm went around her waist and pulled her impossibly close to his own body while his fingers slowly slid into her. With that an obvious moan escaped through her mouth and into his own. His fingers massaged her and she began to boil with ecstasy. She was seconds away from reaching her peak when he suddenly pulled out of her and climbed off.
He stood over her as she lied there with her robe almost completely opened. His breath still heavy, he came down to her face and whispered, "Don't fuck with me Granger. I will do what I please, go where I please and fuck who I please. Don't ever try to tell me otherwise again." And with that he left into his room.