Title: Anger Management

Author: S.L. Pagniello

Chapter: 1

Ship: Dr/ Hr

Rating: R

Synopsis: He hates her, everything about her. Her hair, her eyes, her fucking muggle clothes! Now, during their 7th year at Hogwarts, he must not only deal with her but also learn to live with her. However, that may take the destruction of everything in his room... (HBP totally blows this into AU, but oh well!)

Draco Malfoy sat in class, the end of his quill idly tickling his bottom lip. McGonagall was speaking, but he'd tuned her out at least thirty minutes ago. Instead, his attention was caught by something, or rather, someone else. She'd been driving him mad as of late. It was their 7th year, and he had gained Head Boy status... something he had been pining over for the past six years. Granted, he hadn't been obvious in his pursuit, it wasn't Malfoy style. When he had received notice of his new status he had played it cool, as if there had been no one else that could have possibly been chosen, when truly he had nearly shaken himself to death upon receiving the owl.

So now, he watched her. He watched her through narrowed, stormy gray blue eyes, narrowed and angry. This morning she'd woken up in her own head girl bedroom, come out into their shared common room and dared throw him out! He was still smoldering. The bushy haired brunette with all of her books, quills and parchments strewn throughout the common room, the tables getting dust on them from old books. Every time he walked in there he sneezed, and had to pat himself free of the offending particles.

Beside him Pansy touched his leg. It was meant to bring him back to attention- people were noticing his heated glaring at the brunette across the room. Everyone except her of course. Draco felt like ripping out every strand of his platinum blonde locks just at the stress he was having to deal with, with her being his dorm mate.

"Draco?" Pansy whispered now, leaning in close so McGonagall wouldn't take notice. Draco hadn't even heard her. He was to busy with his own musings. Stupid Mudblood. Her fucking books. Her fucking parchments. Those fucking pajamas she wore every night, and that fucking stuffed animal she kept with her! It all drove him mad, all of it. Her, especially her. He just couldn't come to terms with it! What was he going to do with her!

"Draco!" Pansy hissed a bit more urgently. This jostled him from his angry petitions. He glanced at the black haired Slytherin beside him. She gave him a sour look, obviously unamused that he was staring hard at the Mudblood.

"Pay attention, don't let some little twitty drive your grades into the ground!" She said, careful to keep her voice low but menacing. Draco rolled his eyes. Pansy could care less about his grades that was for damn sure. She was just voicing her jealousy in a reasonable fashion.
"Whatever." He breathed, his voice sultry without meaning to be. Pansy didn't seem pleased with his answer, and with a little huff turned to look back towards McGonagall. So, Draco turned his attentions back to the Mudblood. Granger.

She had tried to make peace the first night they shared their dorm space. He hadn't wanted to make peace; he was just fine hating her, thanks. He hated everything about her, actually. He sat there, in the middle of McGonagall's class, staring at Hermione Granger with a look of such hatred that it could probably make fresh flowers wilt, trying to decide what he was going to about this problem. This Mudblood. This girl.

Class ended without a hitch. McGonagall had ended up attempting to make him do something, to which he fumbled somewhat, but eventually made flawless with his charm. The professor had noticed something was up, but neglected to pin it on him. Draco Malfoy had enough to deal with as of current.

Draco was striding towards the dorm he shared with her. He had reprimanded three first years and two third years on his way there, his anger flowing forth like a bubbling current. He had been like this since the start of term, and there was no sign of letting up.

His life had been less than stellar the past few years. His father had served time in Azkaban before finally divulging certain information about Lord Voldemort. Draco himself had served as a duel agent, something he was still reeling about. He had almost become a Death Eater, he had almost given his life and his soul to that foul... entity.

Draco stopped at the door to the adjoined Head Common Room. Their Head boy and girl bedrooms branched off from the common room, meaning you had to enter through there in order to reach either room. Draco stood, hand on the door as if waiting for something. Idly he wondered if Granger was behind these doors. Maybe wearing one of those muggle outfits he'd so resigned to hating. He frowned, and after a few more lingering seconds at the door, turned the knob and pushed it open.

A rush of sweet smelling air hit him. Incense was one of his favorite scents, actually and he was surprised that it was wafting from the common room. He slid in quietly, shutting the door behind his tall frame.

Granger sat curled up in front of the empty fireplace. It wasn't cool enough to have even a small fire going, lest you burn up. He glowered at her back, and slid towards his room. The girl ignored him, as she was prone to do. Anything to keep from confrontation.

Once in his room, Draco threw his books to the floor with a horrible sound. He ripped his robes off, tossing them as well. He stomped to his vanity, slamming his hands onto it and looked at himself in the mirror. Peering back was a young man of 17, pale blonde hair wisping to his chin, and currently somewhat messy. His normally cloudy blue eyes were darkened over with gray anger.

He stared into his reflection, trying to forget everything. Trying to forget about his father, about Voldemort, about Potter and Weasly, and especially about that Granger bitch! God, why was it his life? Hadn't he repented enough? He'd been used as a rag doll by both the ministry and Voldemort for almost two years. He touched his chest softly, not able to feel the scars embedded into his flesh but knowing they were there. He scowled. Never would he receive the kind of praise Potter and his friends did. No. No, Draco Malfoy wouldn't be remembered as the hero, fucking Potter would. Of course he would, he was the Boy that Lived, wasn't he?

Draco slammed his fist into his mirror, shattering it. The sound was loud against the silence of the room. Draco drew his hand back to watch the blood drip onto his dark wood dresser. He'd hardly felt the pain. Compared to what he had been put through, a few measly cuts were nothing. Absolutely nothing. Potter had slain Voldemort, but the dark wizard had already been weakened. Draco himself had almost been killed weakening him for that pathetic Potter to take all the credit.

He clenched his bloodied fist, causing it to bleed a bit more. He set his hand calmly back down onto the dress, careful of the glass shards. He looked again, now to his distorted face in the mirror. He frowned into his shattered image and fought the urge to slam his fist into the already broken mirror.

"Malfoy?" A tentive voice rang through his closed door. He turned to look at the barrier between his room and the common room, narrowing his eyes. He knew who it was of course. The one who brought his memories to the surface. The Boy Wonder's side kick. The know-it-all Gryffindor.

"What?" He hissed, not bothering to move. Why should he? It's not like he was going to invite her into his room.

"I..." She'd paused, probably to think of a way to phrase he next sentence. "I heard something shatter." Her voice was muffled coming through the closed door, but Draco thought he heard a hint of worry. He almost laughed, however concealed it to just a sarcastic smirk. Granger, worried? About him? The only things she worried about were grades, sharp quills, blank parchments and the two boys to whom she devoted her pathetic little life.

"My mirror shattered." He answered her. Why lie? She would just pry harder into it anyway. He heard her utter something that sounded like a spell… and seconds later his suspicions were confirmed.

The bushy brown haired Hermione Granger now stood in his open doorway, wand in hand. He spun to look at her, his hair obstructing his view for a fraction of a second.
"Get out of my room!" he roared, pointing his bloodied hand towards her. Granger jumped at his voice, looking frightened for only a moment before regaining herself.

"Don't you tell me what to do Malfoy! I just wanted to know why your mirror shattered! It could have been a jinx or a hex!" She said heatedly, pointing a finger back at him. She then seemed to notice the blood dripping from his outstretched hand. She stopped, her own pointed arm dropping slightly.

"You broke your mirror, didn't you?" She asked, her arm at her side now. She seemed to be analyzing him. A thousand emotions past her eyes in a single instant, and Draco didn't like any of them.

"So what? Get the fuck out of my room, Granger!" Draco absently pulled his bloodied hand behind him so she couldn't inspect his wounds from afar.

"Why would you do that?" She seemed to be ignoring his demands, something that he wasn't pleased with. In fact, in angered him. It angered him that this Mudblood had the nerve to stand there and even speak to him, much less argue with him.

Draco moved quickly, so quickly in fact that by the time Hermione had raised her wand he had already smacked it from her hand. He crowded her into the doorframe, looming over her with his slightly larger frame. His eyes were wild, anger apparent.

"I hate having to fucking repeat myself!" He hissed, bringing his face down level with hers, his bloodied hand now resting right above her head, trapping her in the spot.

Hermione looked up at him defiantly, however her eyes held the fear she wasn't about to voice. Draco stared in her eyes, soaking in her fright. He gave her a trademark sneer, then forcefully grabbed her by the chin- something she hadn't expected. She knew he could be frightening, intimidating... but he'd never once touched her. The only time she'd ever touched him was when she had slapped him back in third year.

"Listen Granger," He hissed, bringing her face close to his. He pressed his cheek hard against hers, whispering, or rather hissing, into her ear. "I don't care what you do, so don't care about what I do." He took an idle note of her skin, soft against his own and getting warmer. Her face was getting flushed as she tried to pull away without words. However with his free hand he now held her in place. He moved to look at her, pressing his forehead against hers in a lovers pose. However, his eyes shone with anything but romance.

"If I want to shatter my mirror, it's my business. If I want to tear every painting off of the walls of my bedroom and shred them, it's my business." He smirked; amused at the look she was giving him. He knew she was silently cursing herself for her momentary lapse in judgment. "Don't ever come into my room again, Mudblood." He spat then, abruptly pulling away and yanking her away from him. She was caught off balance, and tripped onto the floor. She turned to glare at him from the heap she was now it.

"God damn you Draco Malfoy!"

"And God damn you to, you foul little wench!"

With that, Draco slammed his door shut, and picked up the nearest object to him- a glass lamp, and shattered it against the farthest wall. He panted, his chest heaving.

"Muddy, foul, dirty bitch." He seethed to no one, his voice to low to be heard by her should she have her ear pressed to his door. However, he turned to his closed door then, and screamed at it.

"I fucking hate you!"

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A/N: Well, there it is. The first chapter. I thought it was all right, considering I just opened up my WordPad and began typing! I'm really still not quite sure where I am going with this... but I have a few ideas now that I've actually started writing. Puffs up with pride it feels good to get something down and out, even if it isn't 100. I don't see this being to long- perhaps 5 chapters at the very lengthiest. But, I have a problem ending things, so you never know. I'm just glad I started, it was my biggest obstacle! If anyone had any suggestions on plot, questions, or comments... tell me :D They are always appreciated!

Update: wow, spell checked this finally. :D Thank you all for being so kind and not nit picking my horrible mistakes! I'll be going through all the chapters like this. I finally got a different computer up and running (with Microsoft Word in it instead of just plain ol' Word Pad) so fear not! Everything will so be legible, I swear it!