Summary: That's true, me, Draco Malfoy, is obsessed with Hermione Granger. This is a dark fic when Draco makes a huge plan for Hermione. WARNING: RAPE in future chapters.
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Hermione's P.O.V.
September 3rd. The day I finally see all my friends. The start of our last year in Hogwarts. I want to see all the surprises Hogwarts has in store for us now. We're still at war and every year Harry must act the hero. I know he doesn't like us saying that, but ever since he joined the magic world, that problem has been following us around. I know I won't back down; after all, I like all those adventures. I was finally made Head Girl. It wasn't a surprise for me, though. I knew I would be made Head Girl ever since I started Hogwarts. I've been like that since I was a kid, putting my schoolwork before my life. That's how I got nicknames like teacher's pet and bookworm. I did try to stop acting so smart but no matter how much I tried, I could never get it. When I was accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I thought all the teasing would stop. It never did. I got whole new nicknames like know-it-all or boring Gryffindor. I got so tired of it that I just don't care anymore. It's not like I came to that school for something other than learning.
"Breakfast honey!" my mom yelled.
"Coming," I said, looking at myself in the mirror. I haven't changed at all. I still have my bushy hair and I don't even do anything to make it straight. I'm not trying to impress anybody. I mean some boys in Hogwarts are sexy and all, but I'm just not attracted to them. The only boys I'm attracted to are Muggles. Victor Krum was just celebrity fun. He liked me and he was a celebrity so I decided to have fun. It's shallow, I know, but I couldn't help it: it was just so tempting. I got along with him, though; I mean I am a tomboy. I love sports and listening to R&B and rap music. Anything that boys love, I love. Even the clothes. You would never see me in a gown or mini skirts. The only reason I wear skirts at Hogwarts is because we have to; it's part of the uniform. Other than that I dress totally like a boy. Sometimes I force myself to dress like a girl but not all the time. Even now all I had on were big sweatpants that were rolling down my hips so you could see my boxers. Yeah, I even wear boxers. They feel so comfortable.
"Are you coming down yet?"
"Yeah, in a few minutes." I looked at myself again, smiling. I may not really care about how I look but I still hated those teeth of mine. My parents decided to finally get me braces after all these years. They're dentists! Why did it take them so long to know that I needed braces? I was supposed to have them for 4 years but I used one of the spells I learned to make it a bit better. Now I only have to wear them for 2 years. I smiled again, rushing downstairs to our kitchen. My mom was eating with my father, who was reading one of his newspapers. I picked up a waffle and some eggs and threw them in my mouth. Without chewing, I swallowed and drank the orange juice Mom had left for me.
"Where are you going?" my mom asked as I opened our front door.
"To play basketball. I'll be back soon." I went outside and ran to my Muggle best friend's house. I only have 3 hours to play before going to the train station.
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I was supposed to be back by nine so I could have time to get everything ready for school. Why I stayed there so late, I would never know. I picked up the pace, running home as fast as I could. Shit, all the basketball, soccer, and football have made me a fast runner. As I got home, I saw my dad loading up my stuff. I guess they decided to help me. All I had left to do was change my clothes and get Crookshanks. I went into my room and changed into loose trackpants and a short shirt that showed off my pierced belly button. It was a dare from my best friend. He never thought I would actually do it. I proved him wrong! We only had 10 minutes to get to the train station. When I got there, the train hadn't even arrived yet.
'11:00 a.m., my ass,' I thought. I sat down, waiting for Harry and Ron. Kids kept coming up to me asking what was on my teeth. It's as if they haven't seen braces before. It really annoyed me but I kept cool, answering every single one of them. Even Ron and Ginny asked me the same stupid question, but Harry answered it instead. I was busy chatting with Harry when I heard him.
"Mudblood," that evil git called. I don't know what I ever did to Malfoy for him to hate me so much. Okay, I did hit him in third year, but what he and his father did was wrong. After that he started to scare me. Sometimes, I see him staring at me in class, and he still teases me just cause I'm Muggleborn.
"Take that back, Malfoy." I heard Ron come to my aid. He is so sweet! I know Ron likes me but I like him as a brother, nothing more than that. It was nice of him to always stand up for me.
"Chill, Weasel. All I wanted to do is ask Mudblood here a question. It's not your business either, Pothead," Malfoy said, ticking off Harry and Ron. He always does that, trying to get us angry, and every year he succeeds. I hate that boy more than I hate the devil himself.
"What did you call me?" Harry yelled, storming over to them, just to be to pulled back by me.
"Come on, let's go," I said, walking away with Harry and Ron behind me. I wasn't trying to hear what Malfoy wanted to ask. I know whatever it is will hurt my feelings.
"Granger, what have you been eating this summer, your trash cans? It shows in your teeth," he said, with all those Slytherin fools laughing. Didn't I tell you it would hurt my feelings? What he said wasn't that bad, but it still hurt. Why did he always mess with me every year? He acts like I'm the only Muggleborn in this school. I turned back around to see Ron and Harry running up to him. I knew if they reached him, trouble would start, so I decided to stop them. I pulled them all the way into the train, which had arrived a few minutes ago. They kept struggling, telling me to let go. When I did, Ron went out the train, going towards Malfoy. I pulled on his hand.
"Ron, forget about it!" I yelled, trying to get hold of him. Why is he taking it so personally? It's not as if he was the one Malfoy insulted.
"Haven't you disgraced yourself enough, Weasel. I mean, falling for a Mudblood," Malfoy said.
'What was that supposed to mean,' I thought. I pushed Ron away just to see Malfoy a little better.
"Excuse me?" I asked. "What do you mean falling for a Mudblood? Is it because he's pureblood that he can't like a Muggleborn?" I asked again. He needs to start to fucking explain himself.
"Watch your tongue, Granger. You can't talk to me like that," Malfoy said, thinking I'm scared of him. Okay, I'm kind of scared but I felt stronger than ever. He was trying to use that blood shit against me again. His blood isn't better than mine. Just because he's pureblood and I'm Muggleborn doesn't mean his blood is better. When he cuts himself, his blood is red, isn't it? When I cut myself, my blood is red just like his, so no matter what he says, my blood is just as perfect as his.
"You can't talk to Ron like that," I said, defending Ron. I was about to hit him like I did in third year, but his stupid baffoons pushed me away. He's lucky because if I got any closer he would be wishing for a doctor.
"Come on, Ron," I said, putting an end to all this trouble, but Ron stood there like he was in a trance or something. "Ron!" I yelled. He followed but Malfoy wasn't about to let us go that easily.
"She even pushes you around! Don't you have any shame?" I heard Malfoy say. Again, Ron tried to get at him, but I pulled him back.
"Apparently not. Look at how his family lives," that ugly monkey said. Parkinson has always tried to get us to do something bad to her. When we do, she is going to regret it. I had to pull Ginny back before she said something that would get her in trouble. I dragged all three of them into the end compartment. It wasn't an easy job, trying to hold on three strong struggling teenagers and walking at the same time. I had to lock the compartment so none of them could leave. We all sat there fuming at what just happened. Malfoy disgraced all of us at the same time, especially Ron and I. I got up and left, remembering that I was supposed to be in the Head's compartment. They didn't even ask me where I was going, as they were all still fuming. I tried blocking out what just happened.
'I wonder who the Head Boy is,' I thought over and over again. When I got to the compartment and opened the door, I regretted it. Why did Dumbledore do this to me? Right there was the evil of all evil, the devil's spawn himself: Malfoy. "Mudblood," he said, smirking that stupid smirk he always has. I don't even see why girls like that smirk so much. I don't even see why they like him at all. I pulled my trunk and Crookshanks into the compartment, ignoring the angry stare he had on his face. I sat across from him with Crookshanks on top of my stomach, licking my belly button ring. He likes messing with it. I felt Malfoy's eyes on me. Looking over, I saw that he was staring not at me, but at Crookshanks. I ignored him. As long as he isn't planning anything, I'm cool with it. I brought out one of my favorite Muggle novels, by a writer called Zane. I like all her books, even though they're nasty. I was reading Addicted when again I felt Malfoy's eyes on me. I looked over where Malfoy sat and saw that he was staring me down from head to toe with some kind of emotion in his eyes. When his eyes met mine, my mind started telling me to leave right now, but I ignored it. What could Malfoy do that I can't protect myself from? So I went back reading again. I kept feeling uncomfortable, as if something bad was about to happen. I looked over at malfoy again, and he had this evil smirk on his face. He said a locking spell, and the window that was open slammed shut, and the compartment door locked.
"What you do that for, Malfoy?" I asked, but he never answered. All he did was get up, walking my way.
"Malfoy?" I asked, getting little afraid. He still didn't say anything but walked over to me, wearing his famous smirk.