Previously on MD:

"You, my little mudblood are going to be my girlfriend."

Chapter One: Punishing You

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"In your fucking dreams, wait no, not even in them."

"Careful, someone might hear you. Wouldn't want perfect Head Girl to be getting caught up in the Slytherin dormitories late at night, and only in her night clothes." Who would want to see her is beyond me, but that's just me.

"Now, I'm sure you wondering why I want you to be my girlfriend."

"That's the understatement of the year." She mumbled under her breath.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"That's what I thought mudblood."

"You get distracted easily."

"What?"

"You were about to tell me why you want me to be your girlfriend."

"Oh right, if you hadn't changed the sub-"

"Your doing it again."

"Shut up mudblood."

"As you were saying?"

"Err… right. For some reason my mother planned this stupid meeting with a bunch of people and apparently I need a muggle date."

"I'm a witch, not a muggle. And what is the big bad pureblooded death eater doing that he needs a muggle date. Hmm?"

"It's to prove I'm not a bad person to the ministry."

"But I'm not a muggle." Still on that are we…

"You're a mudblood, which makes it better."

"How so?"

"Well you're part of the Golden Trio, Harry Potter's little friend. My arch nemesis. Making you more valuable to me than any old muggle."

"Malfoy, I think you have honestly lost it. Completely and totally gone insane. Why the hell would I want to go with you of all people? The one person who has tortured me throughout the last six years. "

She's got me. I have no good reasons well, good reasons for her at least. To any other sane person they would be a great thing indeed.

The hottest Malfoy in Azkaban (who would want to see my hott ass writhing away to look disgusting because of the dementors who would be sucking out all my good memories… leaving me with the bad memories of my father taking candy away from me and loosing to Potter in quidditch.)

1. No one would be left with the guts to torture Granger.

2. House unity could finally happen… I shudder to even think of a future Slytherin conversing with a Gryffindor.

3. The Dream Team would take over the school. This would make even the founding four turn in their graves.

4. Those alone should be enough reason for anybody.

"You would want to go with me because…" What kind of dirt do I have on her? Nothing, think Draco think! -Thinks deeply- I've got it! "I know where you hide your diary and whose name you moan in your sleep. If you are actually sleeping. I happen to think that-"

"No!"

"No?"

"No, you have no idea where I hide my diary and I don't moan anyone's name… when… I don't moan anyone's name!" She said with a slight blush crawling up in her cheeks.

"You know that, and I know that, but nobody else does."

"I don't care Malfoy! I'm not going to do it."

"I told you not to call me by my surname! I let you get away with it the last time because you were ranting. But this time, I'm going to have to do something."

I ought to think before I say those things, I've got no idea what to do to her as a punishment! I could punish her sexually, but that would mean dirtying myself with her mudblood self. Ahh… well, I've got soap, and I'm a wizard, I know of cleaning spells.

"Scurgify" I muttered while pointing my wand at her neck.

"Mal- what are you doing?"

I leaned into her pressing my body near hers and whispered into her ear making her breath hitch.

"Punishing you…"

"What do you plan on… doing…?"

"A few things." I said quite seductively trying not to sound grossed out..

"They better not be against the rules," She bite her lip nervously, I'm amazed she doesn't have a permanent mark… maybe she knows a good and simple healing charm… I ought to ask sometime it would come in handy when I'm tired and accidentally stab myself in the eye attempting to run my fingers through my hair. It wouldn't happen if Potter would just back down on his quidditch team so I could on mine to-

"Or the law." She just had to go and disrupt my thoughtful ranting!

"Why? What would you do if it was mudblood?"

"I… Would…" I moved my lips away from her ear so I could do what I planned on doing.

"Go on mudblood, I'm curious as to what you would do."

"I would…" I had started my punishment. My teeth were currently embedded into Granger's neck, placing a nice mark. Or so I thought.

"Do you have a thought problem? You can't seem to finish that sentence… you would… what?" I had to momentarily stop my torture to taunt her, after all it's me. When has Draco Malfoy ever given up a chance to taunt The-Boy-Who-Lives-To-Mock-Me's little mudblood girlfriend.

"No!" She stammered, I had to stop making the mark on her neck to smirk, but only for a second.

"I would… I would tell Harry and Ron!" She choked out. It was completely redundant though. I've just finished the mark on her neck. Quite a beauty if you ask me. Large, purple, ugly, and best of all… noticeable.

"All done my little mudblood. You aren't going to be calling me by my name anymore are you?"

She just shook her head. I couldn't believe it. The Gryffindor Lioness now looks small and feeble. Someone should have done this long ago.

"Why do you keep calling me your little mudblood? I'm not yours, nor will I ever be." Oh and there goes the feebleness that I was so enjoying.

"Because mudblood. You are going to be mine whether you like it or not."

"Do you think that just because you've placed this hideous mark on me, planning to blackmail, and humiliate me, I'm going to help you?"

I thought about this a moment and replied:

"What do you think… my little mudblood?"