A/N Hello my readers and welcome to my first attempt at a Dramione Story! I hope you guys like and will keep reading my Draco/Ginny fiction. It's definitely a work in progress and should be more or less what you like, drama, tension, and lots of lust! Remember to review!

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Draco's Slave Dancer

Chapter 1: Frustrating Collapse

Crash, the ugliest sound could be hard coming from Hermione's room in the north tower. She watched the mirror shatter then rebuild itself magically.

"Damn it, why can't anything stay broken in this forsaken place," she screamed.

The laughter from the other students rang through her head as she remembered the earlier occurrence.

Memory

For the first time ever, Hermione Granger had messed up on a concoction in potions and added the wrong ingredient, causing a tidal wave like reaction by the bright blue potion. It spilled over the sides of her cauldron touching Ron and Harry's feet, immediately shrinking them down to the size of a small figurine. She watched in absolute horror and humiliation as she saw them being carried away to the hospital wing because of their predicament.

"Not so smart are we mudblood?" The ferret spoke loud enough for everyone to hear and then laughed.

Even Professor Snape had a hard time keeping a straight face. The laughter exploding around her could be heard in her ears, like a drum beating madly. As she stared around the room, the snickering faces and the smirk of that ferret face caused her to grab her books and run out of the classroom. The full on laughter of the class could be heard behind her.

Another loud shattering could be heard as her perfume bottle was thrown to the wall and remained broken. She broke the vase after the trinket, trying hard to drown out the shattering of her heart and confidence inside her. There was something satisfying about the sound of the glass breaking up against the wall and the sound it made as it rained on the floor. After breaking almost everything else, she came to a framed picture of her and her friends in her fifth year, and now here she was, in seventh year and still expected to be a fucking perfect god. She hated every minute of her life that she was alive because of that.

"Fuck them! Fuck them all!" She screamed aloud as the final crash of the picture against the wall could be heard, echoing around her room.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that she realized what she had done. The picture frame was broken and the glass that covered it was shattered to bits. As she picked it up and looked at the actual picture, she could see it was torn and ripped as the glass scratched at its delicate ink. She started crying as she stared at the picture. Was she once this happy? What was she now, an empty soul meant to walk around with no pure understanding of how to love or be loved?

At this thought she cried harder and ran to her bed, jumping on top of the silken covers and cried in her pillows. It was not until she heard the final words, "Not so smart are we, Mudblood?" ring through her head that she fell asleep on her tear soaked pillow, not bothering to remove her robes or her shoes. It seemed even in dream she was not happy, because if you looked close enough you could see the tears dripping down from her eyes, as gentle rain drops do during a light spring shower.

Meanwhile…

Draco sauntered up to his room with his slut Pansy on his side. He too was head boy and took pleasure in making the mudblood cry. His father would've been proud, had he still been free from the prison of Azkaban. At this realization, he growled lowly at the thought of the invincible trio. Have those three together and you could never break them apart. He still had his fun taunting the little mudblood girl that was the obvious brains of the situation, or anything else he noticed. At this he smirked as he noticed the lower-than-low witch had been shakier than she had before. He figured it was because of exams, but something told him it was more than that. St. Potter and Weasel had girlfriends now so she spent most of her time alone in the library if she was not seen around the Weaselette. It pleased him to see her alone.

"At last, someone knows what it's like to feel betrayal as bad as I," He thought to himself as he ravished Pansy with kisses and proceeded to follow in their nightly ritual.

Hermione awoke to the sounds of Pansy screaming in pure pleasure and realized it must have been very late. Had she missed her final class of the day?

"Shit I did!" She cursed at herself as she rolled over on her pillow to see the ugly numbers of the late night blink hatefully at her. Shaking her head, she awoke and saw the mess she had created all over the floor of her room. It caused her to flash back to what had happened earlier and the tears threatened to roll down her cheeks again, but she was too tired to even cry.

Her stomach gave a growl and she realized she hadn't eaten since breakfast and had missed lunch, because she had a meeting with one of her teachers at that time. She reached for her wand on her night stand and whispered a spell that fixed everything and put everything in its proper place. Her face was saddened as she threw on her robe and walked out of the room. The soft click clacking of the heels of her Mary Jane's on the floor, echoed her as she escaped from the noises that followed Draco's pursuit of pleasure.

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Draco's Slave Dancer