Hermione and Draco rode up to Hogwarts at about nine that morning. Draco slid off the large horse landing on the ground easily.
Hermione was preparing to jump down when she felt Draco tap her ankle. She looked down and saw that he had his hand out to help her. She took it, and he put it on his shoulder, grabbed her waist and she easily slid down, landing gracefully with his help.
'Thank you.' She said quietly.
Draco just nodded.
'What are we going to do about the horse?' Hermione asked.
'I'm sure he knows his way back.' Draco muttered.
'It's not a dog. I don't think he does.'
'Would you like to keep him then?' Draco asked sarcastically.
'No.'
'Well then we are just going to have to relay on the chance that he may know his way back won't we?' Draco asked mockingly.
Hermione narrowed her eyes and walked towards the castle. Draco rolled his eyes, slapped the horse in the direction of Hogsmeade, and then made his way up to Hermione.
He was about to speak, but she beat him to the punch.
'Malfoy...nothing happened in the Three Broomsticks.' She said abruptly.
'What?'
'Between us. Nothing happened. It was a mistake, we both know it. It was out of loneliness, anxiousness and the pure fact that it was much too hot in the room.'
Draco was silent for a bit. He began to think about how nice she felt against him, but he quickly snapped out of it not wanting to look love-struck.
'I agree. I don't want to remember kissing a filthy little mudblood. You stay away from
me.'
He didn't mean to sound harsh, but her relentless incriminations about their hot night made him upset. He enjoyed it, he had hoped she did too.
'I still hate you and I know you despise me, so we'll go on acting like nothing
happened.' Hermione snapped.
'Fine. I couldn't ask for anything more, except maybe you always being the hell out of my sight. One of these says your disgusting self is going to contaminate my eyesight and cause me to go blind. Or maybe my ears will go and I'll become deaf from your sickening voice.' Draco was going to stop but her words of forgetting their night angered him so much...so he continued with the insults. 'I wish I could burn that memory of the furnace room from my mind forever, it haunts my thoughts, and its perversity will forever be engraved. I pray to gods that no one will ever find out. My reputation would be destroyed...could you imagine? Me, a Malfoy, being in the presence of a filthy little mudblood the things people would say. I don't think I'd be able to live with myself. I will chastise myself until I die for touching your foul matter.'
Hermione stopped walking. She couldn't believe what he had just said. He'd never been that cruel. Her eyes filled with tears, but she held crying back. She was not going to let him see her cry over his words.
He turned to look at her. Inside he knew he should apologize but his ego and arrogant attitude got in the way. He turned up his nose and kept walking.
-
After Draco was out of Hermione's sight he ran the rest of the way to Hogwarts. He was cruel at times, he admitted it and was proud sometimes, but he was not proud of what he had just done. After spending time with Hermione at The Three Broomsticks, he realized she wasn't just a mudblood. He enjoyed his time with her, especially the snogging. He loved it because she had never allowed anyone but him to do that to her. He thought she felt the same. It tore him up when she said that nothing happened. He knew that they wouldn't snog again, but he wanted it to be a happy, random memory. Hermione wouldn't allow him of this luxury though. It infuriated him hearing her say that it was a mistake and she hated him. She said she knew he hated her, he didn't though. Not anymore. He didn't love her or like her, he didn't know what it was, but he knew he didn't hate her.
'What is going on?' he asked himself.
He didn't know what to think. He was cruel, evil to her.
'No one deserves to be insulted like that...except for Voldemort...or his father perhaps...and Potter and Weasel...but not Hermione.' He thought.
Draco stepped inside the school. No one was around and he was thankful. He crept down the dungeons to the wall and let himself into their common room.
He knew off all his outside clothes, and left them on the floor. He didn't care. He hated himself right now.
He angrily stormed into his room and fell onto his bed. He laid still and thought about that furnace room night...which supposedly haunted his mind.
He remembered her soft lips, her tight ass in his hands, her firm breasts, her long silky hair, her legs wrapped around him, her arms draped over him and he remembered that she liked it...and so did he.
-
Hermione slowly walked up to the castle. He had called her a list of names. He said everything about her was filth. He wanted nothing to do with her or the memories of her.
'How could he say that? After what happened?' She asked herself.
Then she remembered how, that night, she said to him that she enjoyed it, but wanted to stop. He respected that and even handed her her clothes. He stopped when she said to. He wanted to go on but he stopped. He trusted her to escape and come back for him. Malfoy trusted her. She then thought back to what happened at the furnace room. Him gently holding her, kissing her, getting more rough at the perfect time. He was perfect that night. She told him it was a mistake. She didn't really want it to be a mistake. She wanted to remember it, hold on to it. He was her first snog. She's kissed before...but not like that. Draco did something to her...for her that no one else has ever done. Then she denied all that and told him not to think about it or ever bring it up.
'He was cruel though.' She thought. 'He was hurtful and cruel...I hate Malfoy.'
She was so angry. He was cruel and mean for seven years, then one night...one night he was perfect...and now...he was back to his old hateful self.
She promised herself she was not going to cry over Draco Malfoy. She had to get her mind off of him.
She walked into Hogwarts quietly, and unnoticeably walked to their common room.
Before stepping in she took a deep breath...prepared to see Malfoy. She opened the door and walked in...nothing that appeared to be Draco except for his clothing laying on the floor, dripping wet and cold.
She kicked it against the wall and ran to her room slamming the door.
-
Hermione's loud entrance threw off his sensual thoughts of her. He was interrupted back into reality. Hatred. Hatred for each other.
Draco decided he needed to get his mind off of Hermione.
'I will fuck Granger out of my mind.' He told himself.
He got up and stormed out of his room. He then loudly walked through the commons room and out of their head student room. He strolled angrily to the Slytherin common room.
He walked into an empty room.
'Shit.' He muttered.
He then remembered it was Saturday...no one was going to be up at ten. Lazy students.
He wanted to see if there were any willing females awake...but there were none. Pansy Parkinson's face then ran through his mind. He cringed but then relaxed. He knew she'd wake up for him anytime. He didn't care right now, he'd fuck Moaning Myrtle if he had to, as long it got Granger off of his mind.
He stormed into the girl's rooms...he was Draco Malfoy...of course he had the password.
He went to Pansy's room and unlocked the door with a spell then waltzed in.
He walked to Pansy's bedside.
'Pansy.'
'Pansy.'
'Pansy!' He cried.
Pansy stirred in her bed, her pale non-made up face looking at him.
'Drakie!' She cried, 'What are you doing in here?'
She grabbed her wand and muttered a spell to her face and instantly it looked somewhat pretty.
Draco rolled his eyes at this quick action.
'Come to my room now. I need you.' He commanded.
She nodded and followed him like a loyal dog. Which is what she was...a bitch.
Draco and Pansy walked quickly to his room, Pansy was eagerly on his tail.
They walked into his room, and like it was an old habit, Pansy took off her clothes and tossed them aside. Draco did the same.
Pansy crawled into his bed, he followed lying on top of her. He inserted himself with no foreplay. He and Pansy fucked like they had done it a million times. It was like a familiar routine. Pansy moaned, faking it, Draco was obviously not trying.
He then began to think of Hermione. He thrusted faster into Pansy.
She was crying in pain, but Draco didn't seem to hear her.
He was pushing faster and harder into her. Hermione's face ran through his mind. He wanted to force Hermione out of his mind. He forced her away through Pansy. He then started to hear pleas. He looked down and saw Pansy crying.
'Draco...Draco your hurting me.' She whimpered.
He realized he was using all his might, all the strength In him to push into her. He was being rough...too rough.
He stopped thrusting.
'Sorry.' He muttered. He pulled out of her quickly.
She was bleeding.
He looked down at the blood.
She crawled away from him, like a hurt child.
'Draco...are you okay?' She asked.
His face softened, realizing he had hurt her.
'No. I'm not. I'm sorry for hurting you. Please leave me alone.'
Tears fell from Pansy's cheeks. She nodded and slid off of bed.
'Your bed...it's...bloody...'
Draco looked down. There was some, but not a lot.
'You are bloody. Go take care of yourself. Don't worry about my bed.' He said.
She nodded sadly.
'Are you going to be okay?' She asked.
'I don't know. Just go, Pansy. You can't help.'
She through on her clothes and left.
Draco ripped off his bed sheets and threw them onto the floor. He then sat on the bed, hating himself.
He didn't understand why this whole ordeal with Hermione was so disrupting to him. He didn't know why he cared. He hated Hermione with passion. Or so he did two days ago.
He was determined he still did.
'I hate her. I despise her. I loathe her.'
He had fun with her. That was it. He snogged her. Shit, he's snogged, shagged, did anything imaginable to tons of girls. Why should one mudblood matter so much to him?
'She doesn't matter. She was one girl. One bitch.'
Yes. That was all she was. He told himself.
'No.' He decided. 'She's not. She's different. She has self-control. She has passion. She has love. She is a truly good person, she's everything I'm not.'
He hated admitting it, but she was a good person.
'I am cruel. I am hateful.' He shook his head. 'I was trained to be.'
He was raised to hate people like Hermione Granger. He thought he couldn't change fate.
It was his destiny to hate Hermione...wasn't it?
A/N: Okayyy that sucked. In my opinion as the author of this story, that was definitely not one of my better chapters. Too much angst...right? I want to make Draco feel bad...but I can't have him lose character! Ahh what do I do? I'll think of something. Well, at least he realized that by fucking other girls he won't forget about Hermione. How will Hermione forget about Draco you ask? You'll just have to wait and see...
Review Please! –Dracosgirl2515
