Damn girl!
Summary: There is a new girl at Hogwarts, she's Slytherin, she's beautiful, and she's bad! What else do you expect Draco to do? He can whip away the drool, but its just gunna come back. But what happens when bad becomes pure evil?
Rated: NC-17, for obvious reasons, which you'll see later, duh!
Relationships: HG/HP, DM/OC and much more, if possible that is.
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Chapter One:
Can she blame me? I mean look at lose legs, that body, damn, so why is Hermione so mad? We're just frends, and she's dating Potter, so why is she so mad?
Slap! Ouch, that one really hurt.
I snapped my face back to face Hermione and her, now, balled fists.
"Granger, what the hell?"
"Draco Malfoy, you're a pig," Hermione said 'very' loudly. The occupants of our potions class turned to look in our direction.
Snape, at the front of the room, barked for silence. In a more deadly tone he said to Hermione and I, "If you both will carry on your love affair after my class, please do so."
"Sorry, Professor," Hermione said, a very bright shade of pink.
Snape continued to talk to the girl at the front of the class. She was supposed to be a transfer from Durmstrang. She hadn't been introduced yet, but hopefully Snape would shut the fuck up and get on with it.
Moments later Snape turned to face the still quiet class. "Quiet," He said threateningly, although it was un necessary, the class was so quiet you could have heard the world turn. "Class, this is Christina Aveira, she's been placed in Slytherin, I want you al to make her feel welcome."
Christina slowly filed her nails.
"Potter!" Snape commanded. Potter sighed and requested what Snape would like. "Miss Aveira will now be your potions partner, please don't be yourself and drag her grade down."
Potter glared at Snape. "Yes Professor," He said, his voice not giving away his look.
Christina walked over and took a seat next to Potter, as Snape had instructed her. I caught Potter's eye, he smiled smugly and turned talk to Christina.
I stuck my middle finger up at his back and turned to Hermione. Her mouth was wide open, i followed her gaze, which lead me right back to Potter. Potter and Christina were actually flirting.
How is this possible? Who flirts with Potter? And what kind of girl who is that fine flirts with Potter?
My attention went back to Hermione. I watched as her fingers went white on the back of her chair as she glared daggers at Christina. 'That bitch,' Hermione mouthed.
I watched as she slowly reached to her desk, there lay her wand.
"No!" I said quickly, grabbing Hermione's hand by the wrist, but before she snatched up the wand.
"Draco, let me go," She whispered in a deadly tone.
"Hermione, don't."
She began to snatch wih her other hand. I took that one and held it in my hand. Hermione snapped her eyes closed tightly.
"Draco?" Hermione opened her eyes gently, she did not look angry anymore, but I had seen this look before.
"Hermione, snap out of it," I said, slapping her lightly on the cheek. I hadn't noticed that I had let her hand go. She quickly snatched her wand, pointed it at Christina about to yell a curse.
"No!" I shouted, jumping onto Hermione, knocking us both to the floor.
"Draco!" Hermione yelled from underneath me. "Get off me."
I shook my head, looking into her deep brown eyes. "I won't let you, just relax."
"Granger and Malfoy, detention tomorrow night, get out of my class."
I got up quickly, pulling Hermione to her feet, making sure I had a firm grip on her hands. I had to practically pull her out of the classroom.
I sat her on the ground and went back for our book bags. On returning I found her staring blankly at her own hands. I helped her to her feet again and walked her up to the Entrance Hall.
"Hermione you're Head Girl, you can't go doing this when you get jealous," I was saying, but Hermione wasn't listening, she just continued to stare at her hands.
"Draco, I..." She began.
"I know, you snapped. I think Pomfrey can give you some more pills," I said soflty, taking her hand in mine and leading her up towards the hospital wing.
Hermione and I have always had a strange friendship. When she and I had been appointed Head Boy and Girl, we had made a truce; She and I would work together fairly, but we didn't have to like each other's friends.
It worked well until about a month after semester began there was an accident in Potions. A potion exploded and could have injured, or even killed, Hermione, if I hadn't pushed her out of the way.
Of course I had been knocked out for a week in the Hospital wing, but from then on Hermione and I were almost like close friends.
Strange, how an accident could bring two people closer. The strangest thing was when Hermione kissed me when I woke up. Like not a sister kiss, a kiss kiss.
I had forgotten that kiss until we re-entered the Hospital wing and I saw two Ravenclaws in the wing. One was lying in the bed and the other was sitting in a chair talking to the other.
My heart skipped a beat and risked a quick glance at Hermione. She was staring at the ground muttering something to herself.
I gave her hand a comforting squeeze, luckily she didn't look up and see the worried look I couldn't wipe from my face.
Madam Pomfrey rushed out of her office, knowing exactly what had happened with just one glance at Hermione.
"Oh no, no again," She muttered quietly so only I could hear and rushed to her private cupboard, unlocked it with three taps of her wand and yanked the doors open.
She carefully reached up and grasped the bottle she desired then quickly closed and locked the cupboard.
She came over to Hermione and I. "You guys know the drill," She said, handing me the pills.
"Thank you," I said, not feeling myself, as my mind were other places.
The bell had rung from lunch. Hermione suddenly snapped back. "Harry? Ron?" She looked up at me. "Draco?"
"It's ok, let's go to lunch," I said.
"Where are we?" She asked, looking around more.
"We're outside the infirmary," I replied, steering her towards a set of stairs.
"Infirmary?" She asked. "What happened to Potions?" She took one look at my face. "Oh no, not again."
I nodded as we entered the Great Hall.
Weasley came running over.
"Hermione, are you ok?" He asked, glaring at me. "Let go of her Malfoy."
I quickly dropped Hermione's hand. Leaning closer to her I whispered. "Take your pills, don't let anyone see. Remember only to pills."
Hermione nodded, taking the bottle from my hand without Weasley noticing. Weasley led her away with a last death glare at me.
Slowly I walked back to Slytherin table, took a seat, my eyes never leaving Hermione.
"Hey Draco, do you like my hair up like this, or down like this?" came the try-hard "seductive" voice of Pansy Parkinson.
I glanced at her. "Whatever, Pansy."
"Draco have you met Christina?" Pansy asked.
My eyes travelled to the girl sitting next to Pansy, it was Christina Aveira.
"Hey there, Malfoy," Christina said, her voice was spell-binding.
Draco goggled, "Hey."
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Ok that's about it, thankies for reading, please review, but only if you wanna. Flames are totally welcome, I know it kind of sucked, but ya, whatever, lol.
Anyway,
Love Thai xox.
Summary: There is a new girl at Hogwarts, she's Slytherin, she's beautiful, and she's bad! What else do you expect Draco to do? He can whip away the drool, but its just gunna come back. But what happens when bad becomes pure evil?
Rated: NC-17, for obvious reasons, which you'll see later, duh!
Relationships: HG/HP, DM/OC and much more, if possible that is.
---
Chapter One:
Can she blame me? I mean look at lose legs, that body, damn, so why is Hermione so mad? We're just frends, and she's dating Potter, so why is she so mad?
Slap! Ouch, that one really hurt.
I snapped my face back to face Hermione and her, now, balled fists.
"Granger, what the hell?"
"Draco Malfoy, you're a pig," Hermione said 'very' loudly. The occupants of our potions class turned to look in our direction.
Snape, at the front of the room, barked for silence. In a more deadly tone he said to Hermione and I, "If you both will carry on your love affair after my class, please do so."
"Sorry, Professor," Hermione said, a very bright shade of pink.
Snape continued to talk to the girl at the front of the class. She was supposed to be a transfer from Durmstrang. She hadn't been introduced yet, but hopefully Snape would shut the fuck up and get on with it.
Moments later Snape turned to face the still quiet class. "Quiet," He said threateningly, although it was un necessary, the class was so quiet you could have heard the world turn. "Class, this is Christina Aveira, she's been placed in Slytherin, I want you al to make her feel welcome."
Christina slowly filed her nails.
"Potter!" Snape commanded. Potter sighed and requested what Snape would like. "Miss Aveira will now be your potions partner, please don't be yourself and drag her grade down."
Potter glared at Snape. "Yes Professor," He said, his voice not giving away his look.
Christina walked over and took a seat next to Potter, as Snape had instructed her. I caught Potter's eye, he smiled smugly and turned talk to Christina.
I stuck my middle finger up at his back and turned to Hermione. Her mouth was wide open, i followed her gaze, which lead me right back to Potter. Potter and Christina were actually flirting.
How is this possible? Who flirts with Potter? And what kind of girl who is that fine flirts with Potter?
My attention went back to Hermione. I watched as her fingers went white on the back of her chair as she glared daggers at Christina. 'That bitch,' Hermione mouthed.
I watched as she slowly reached to her desk, there lay her wand.
"No!" I said quickly, grabbing Hermione's hand by the wrist, but before she snatched up the wand.
"Draco, let me go," She whispered in a deadly tone.
"Hermione, don't."
She began to snatch wih her other hand. I took that one and held it in my hand. Hermione snapped her eyes closed tightly.
"Draco?" Hermione opened her eyes gently, she did not look angry anymore, but I had seen this look before.
"Hermione, snap out of it," I said, slapping her lightly on the cheek. I hadn't noticed that I had let her hand go. She quickly snatched her wand, pointed it at Christina about to yell a curse.
"No!" I shouted, jumping onto Hermione, knocking us both to the floor.
"Draco!" Hermione yelled from underneath me. "Get off me."
I shook my head, looking into her deep brown eyes. "I won't let you, just relax."
"Granger and Malfoy, detention tomorrow night, get out of my class."
I got up quickly, pulling Hermione to her feet, making sure I had a firm grip on her hands. I had to practically pull her out of the classroom.
I sat her on the ground and went back for our book bags. On returning I found her staring blankly at her own hands. I helped her to her feet again and walked her up to the Entrance Hall.
"Hermione you're Head Girl, you can't go doing this when you get jealous," I was saying, but Hermione wasn't listening, she just continued to stare at her hands.
"Draco, I..." She began.
"I know, you snapped. I think Pomfrey can give you some more pills," I said soflty, taking her hand in mine and leading her up towards the hospital wing.
Hermione and I have always had a strange friendship. When she and I had been appointed Head Boy and Girl, we had made a truce; She and I would work together fairly, but we didn't have to like each other's friends.
It worked well until about a month after semester began there was an accident in Potions. A potion exploded and could have injured, or even killed, Hermione, if I hadn't pushed her out of the way.
Of course I had been knocked out for a week in the Hospital wing, but from then on Hermione and I were almost like close friends.
Strange, how an accident could bring two people closer. The strangest thing was when Hermione kissed me when I woke up. Like not a sister kiss, a kiss kiss.
I had forgotten that kiss until we re-entered the Hospital wing and I saw two Ravenclaws in the wing. One was lying in the bed and the other was sitting in a chair talking to the other.
My heart skipped a beat and risked a quick glance at Hermione. She was staring at the ground muttering something to herself.
I gave her hand a comforting squeeze, luckily she didn't look up and see the worried look I couldn't wipe from my face.
Madam Pomfrey rushed out of her office, knowing exactly what had happened with just one glance at Hermione.
"Oh no, no again," She muttered quietly so only I could hear and rushed to her private cupboard, unlocked it with three taps of her wand and yanked the doors open.
She carefully reached up and grasped the bottle she desired then quickly closed and locked the cupboard.
She came over to Hermione and I. "You guys know the drill," She said, handing me the pills.
"Thank you," I said, not feeling myself, as my mind were other places.
The bell had rung from lunch. Hermione suddenly snapped back. "Harry? Ron?" She looked up at me. "Draco?"
"It's ok, let's go to lunch," I said.
"Where are we?" She asked, looking around more.
"We're outside the infirmary," I replied, steering her towards a set of stairs.
"Infirmary?" She asked. "What happened to Potions?" She took one look at my face. "Oh no, not again."
I nodded as we entered the Great Hall.
Weasley came running over.
"Hermione, are you ok?" He asked, glaring at me. "Let go of her Malfoy."
I quickly dropped Hermione's hand. Leaning closer to her I whispered. "Take your pills, don't let anyone see. Remember only to pills."
Hermione nodded, taking the bottle from my hand without Weasley noticing. Weasley led her away with a last death glare at me.
Slowly I walked back to Slytherin table, took a seat, my eyes never leaving Hermione.
"Hey Draco, do you like my hair up like this, or down like this?" came the try-hard "seductive" voice of Pansy Parkinson.
I glanced at her. "Whatever, Pansy."
"Draco have you met Christina?" Pansy asked.
My eyes travelled to the girl sitting next to Pansy, it was Christina Aveira.
"Hey there, Malfoy," Christina said, her voice was spell-binding.
Draco goggled, "Hey."
****
Ok that's about it, thankies for reading, please review, but only if you wanna. Flames are totally welcome, I know it kind of sucked, but ya, whatever, lol.
Anyway,
Love Thai xox.