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Note: In this story Draco will NEVER be Good and Hermione will NEVER be evil x
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"Hermione where the bloody hell have you been?" yelled a red haired beanpole of a boy
"Prefect duties Ronald?" the brunette stated with a probing eyebrow "And where were you? You're a prefect too know!"
"Well I finish my duties nice and early because I'm just so brilliant" said Ron grinning ear-to-ear creating Hermione to snigger in amusement.
They were standing at the Hogwarts entrance continuing to get soaking wet, the heavens above were now ink black that made the castle even more impressive and imposing than it originally was.
"Come on I suppose we should get in for the sorting and most importantly the feast because I'm bloody starving!" Ron exclaimed
"You're always bloody starving," mocked Hermione while placing a drying spell on them both.
Ron clasped a protective arm round her slender waist and ushered towards the castle.
DRACO POV
Draco Malfoy twisted around enviously within his seat when he observed Ronald Weasley with his arms round Hermione Granger 'Ah the weasel and the mudblood what a lovely sight, just in time to put me off my food filthy little mudblood that she is! Who does she think she is? Does she believe that she owns the grounds of this miserable school? What makes her parade around these walls as if she was some righteous God?'
The young man was seething silently whilst brutally stabbing his food with a dulled dinner knife, he continued to eye the witch whom had grown into a fine-looking women, Hermione Granger was certainly not the mousy, buck-toothed little mouthpiece that he remembered 6 years ago, her russet hair was naturally full and curly, her auburn eyes sparkled when she was content or amused. His opponent discreetly entranced Draco however he would rather die than admitting it to himself; he caught himself perusing the Griffindor table repeatedly throughout the sorting ceremony attempting to rid his mind of prohibited feelings by looking towards the Death-eater initiation where he would finally receive the dark mark.
Since the age of five, the blonde Slytherin wanted to follow in his fathers foot steps and fulfil his destiny of being Lord and Heir to the Malfoy fortune, Draco's desire to wreck havoc upon anything that purebloods rejected was extremely famous. He would dream often of his favourite paradise, i.e. himself saturated with ultimate power, the blood of the enemy soaked and defeated after tediously so long.
Draco's world was bitter and sadistic after so many beatings and extensive hours of torture creating him to show similar behaviour towards his school peers namely muggles borns that is to say inflicting pain upon Hermione Granger whom at this precise moment was sitting pleasingly on Ron's lap giggling noisily.
Draco sneered malevolently "Granger!" he hissed rudely
Hermione swivelled round so that she could face her foe "What?" her dark eyes boring into Malfoy glittering precariously.
"Could you do us all a favour and stop dick teasing the weasel? I mean we don't want to be sickened by our food further with THAT and of course you, you FILTHY LITTLE MUDBLOOD!"
Instantaneously Ron leapt out of his seat causing Hermione to stumble ineptly onto the stilted flooring, he clenched his fists towards the foul and boorish Slytherin
"Take – that –back" said Ron in a staccato form, his pale face was now scarlet with rage.
Malfoy folded his arms smugly "And are you exactly going to do Weasley? Hex me with your crap second hand wand?" A few Slytherin members laughed tauntingly whilst Malfoy proceeded jeering "Or better yet tell you're dumpy pig mother on me?"
"Petrificus Totalus!" came a matter of fact voice, instantly wrapping Malfoy into a body bind.
Hermione swiftly dusted her robes and sat herself upon the struggling boy; she pointed the tip of her wand very closely in order that it was digging into Malfoy's pale skin.
"Now Malfoy" commenced Hermione in a very strained and official manner, "Both you and myself are prefects, we have duties we must attain to Hogwarts. Whatever differences we have must be partaken outside of this school! Do you hear me? Answer me!" she shouted instinctively poking her wand further into his chin, making Draco nod feverishly.
"So I suggest you wash your dirty mouth you miserable little rodent and apologise to Ronald Weasley, otherwise I'll obliterate a very important part of your anatomy" purposefully lowering her wand to his crotch area.
Draco's steely turquoise eyes widened in fear and cowardly shook his head once more.
Hermione removed the binding spell and prodded Malfoy with her wand "Go on then Malfoy" she spat "Otherwise I might accidentally on purpose turn into a nice furry, white ferret as everyone knows you enjoyed the experience in 5th year. Remember?"
HERMIONE POV
Hermione smiled wickedly for she had no respect for the over inflated and snobbish arsed idiot that Malfoy had shown himself to be over the past six years; yet she couldn't help paying attention to his actions. She observed how handsome he had become nevertheless there was something chilling and unsettling about his features, barely a few hours ago his frosty, turquoise eyes leered her form upon bearing no warmth or comfort, the way he smiled was spiteful and twisted. Hermione scolded herself at her forbidden feelings as well as the fact that she actually considered Malfoy attractive. He was her enemy they loathed each other furthermore both renowned the truth that either side would be dead and beaten in matter of a few measly years; it was either Voldemort or The Order.
For the time being she shrugged off her morbid, gloomy judgement and sighed happily at having her own dormitory for the first time ever in six years. Hermione had embraced her duties as a prefect gracefully and now she was reaping the rewards. Her chambers were plush and romantic; the entire space was tinted in cherry she felt as though the room was blossoming in front of her very eyes.
Hermione contently bounced on her stately sized bed, grasping the nearest pillow and breathing in greedily its fruity aroma,
'mmm' Hermione sighed feeling completely unperturbed and at home in her surroundings, she looked at her watch and suddenly realised that she was five minutes late for her prefects duties.
"Oh shit!" she screeched loudly, her voice echoing around the chamber as she gathered her cloak exited through the portrait opening.
At night the hall passageways were serene and hushed, the portraits was snoozing inaudibly that was the way Hermione preferred them, as she always thought that they were rather loud and overbearing when they were up and awake.
"Lumos" she whispered softly.
The young girl smiled in the dim light, she felt somewhat satisfied walking alone in the twilight hours of night, as there was nothing to upset or complicate her.
Suddenly a hand grabbed her form and pressed her against his, the other hand rapidly muffled her protests and whimpered.
Hermione attempted to free her captor yet his firm grip was too strong for her, a piercing voice husked ruthlessly into her ear
"Very amusing stunt you pulled today Mudblood"
Hermione was somewhat relieved she recognised that voice as there was only one that addressed as her as the mudblood.
"Malfoy" she said rolling her eyes "I should of known it was you, all the method in which to frighten me and you have chosen the cowardly one, let me see you – now!" she ordered imperiously
"Still brave aren't we Granger even when Pothead and the weasel aren't around" he growled and pulled her further into him
"Fuck you Malfoy! I haven't got time for games let me go!"
"What happens if I don't want to?"
"Then I'll make you! Besides would it not damage your reputation if it were known that your aristocratic hand were groping over a dirty common mudblood?" winced Hermione under the struggle of his strength.
"Now now Granger you shouldn't be talking like that about yourself" his breath was cool and his mouth precariously caressing her ear lobe "One more thing fuck the school I can grope anything at anytime I want"
Draco slackened his tight grip and let go of Hermione, he gazed at the russet beauty lingering over her form. His eyes narrowed and spoke clearly "This isn't over Granger you're going to die if you don't pull your act together"
"Fuck off Malfoy" Hermione responded coolly "And if you ever touch me again I'll
promise that you'll die before myself" her final words chilled her heart creating her to storm off away from Malfoy and to the sanctity of her chambers.
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