Forbidden Fruit
Libbeh, a self-proclaimed D/H shipper specialist
Plot: Lust. Lies. Sex. Hate. Anger. Oh the joys of being a horny teenager.
Chapter Nine: Sound and Fury
Disclaimer: I claim no rights to Harry Potter & company. J. K. Rowling & etc. own the rights to Harry Potter & company.

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The moment those horrible words slipped out of his proud mouth, Draco Malfoy immediately regretted it. 'Fuck,' he mentally cursed himself as he stop and stared at Hermione, who struggled to push him off of her. Words would not come quick in his aid and for the first time in his luxuriant life, Draco Malfoy was left speechless and not to mention, naked with the girl that had outdone him in every possible subject, other than Potions, for the past seven years. Even then he knew Hermione was brilliant in Potions, but the resentment Professor Snape had towards the Gryffindor House was the only thing that had marred her perfection in academics.

Hermione was simply furious at herself for letting her guards slip to the malignant bastard that had almost seduced her into doing the unthinkable. Emotions flooded her confused state of mind. It distraught her deeply that she was laying naked on the floor with the spiteful enemy she had hated since the day she laid eyes on his flaxen hair and mysterious grayish blue eyes on the Hogwarts Express. She could not even begin to fathom what would have happened between her and Draco if he had not said that malicious and wicked word. She shuddered at the thought if they had actually had sex. The thought itself made her feel filthy and used.

'Mudblood. I am nothing but a mudblood to this arrogant and revolting son of a bitch. How could I have let myself be tainted by his sinful touch? God, I am so stupid to even think for a second to hurt Harry and Ron by trusting this vile asshole,' she fumed within.

"Granger," the fair-haired boy spoke first, breaking her reverie.

She spitefully glared at him, nostrils flaring, fists shaking, and quietly spoke in a venomous tone, "Not a word, Malfoy. Not a single fucking word will come out of that – that fucking manipulative mouth of yours. Now get off of me, asshole!"

She pushed the stunned Draco off of her lithe body and hurriedly grabbed the scattered articles of clothing that had been carelessly tossed about in the room a few moments earlier by Draco. She stormed off into her room and slammed the door with all her might, leaving only the awkward silence and loneliness engulf Draco as he sat on the carpet, brooding deep in his thoughts.

'Damn it. What the hell is wrong with me? I fucked up the only chance of trust I had with her. Not only did I lose her trust by letting the Malfoy pride get the best of me, I ruined the only chance to have her in my possession by hurting her with that damned childish taunt,' he repined as he slowly got up, gather all his assets and walked dejectedly towards his room. He turned around once more once he got to the door of his room and stared at Hermione's door. He knew that she was sobbing and he began to ache over the melancholy he had placed upon her. He yearned to hold her in his arms, to caress her exquisite body with his own hands, letting her know what he had secretly and painfully hidden all these years. He had finally realized it was inevitable to suppress it any longer. Suppressing it would only make the current matters more intense, if not, worse. He sighed and ran his hand through his soft, blonde hair. The obsession he had all these years with Hermione Granger was finally taking its toll. It started off as a hateful obsession, her always outshining him in the various subjects they had together, him retaliating by taunting her only flaw, in his eyes, the fact that she was a muggle born witch, a mudblood as his pureblood heritage had superciliously taught him over the years. Some how, over the years, the great hatred he felt towards slowly grew to resentment, slowly trickling down into what he had been struggling to deal with for the past few months. The lusting after Hermione Granger had begun. At the rate he was going, it wouldn't be a surprise to anyone to realize that he was beginning to love her. All hell was about to break loose and neither Draco Malfoy nor Hermione Granger had a clue what the Fates had in store for them.

''Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that I should love a loathed enemy.''