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The bushy haired brunette sat at the Gryffindor table spooning her vanilla pudding, "Would you slow down Ron? For God's sake if you choke and die I reckon Professor Snape would be furious you had his class cancelled."
The trio snickered. "I don't think if I died he'd even let me do that in peace." he said through a mouthful of food.
"Really Ronald, you're so charming." Hermione scrunched her face up in disgusting watching her friend chew opened mouthed. "I'll see you both in potions. I have to go grab my sweater from my dorms."
The two boys nodded to her as she grabbed her satchel and headed out the Great Hall. She walked the familiar halls of her second home quietly and quickly. She had fifteen minutes to retrieve her sweater from the sixth floor and make it to the basement of the school. Rounding the corner she spotted the portrait that hid her shared Head common room.
"Good afternoon, Jack." she smiled at the little man in the photo. He was dressed in a checkered white and red shirt with faded blue pants and dirty cowboy boots. He lived on a little farm, his house drawn in the distance but Hermione always seen him on the drawn in pig den with his little pink friends closer to the front of the portrait.
"Whadda good day ay'ah, miss," he said in a thick country accent. "I'll have you know 'dere's a harlot in 'dere. Seems that boy can't keep his hands to himself and school just let in."
Hermione frowned. It hasn't even been a full week of school and her co-partner has already had two girls come to their dorms. "Thank you, Jack. Patronous," she stated the password. Jack nodded his head to her and swung open on his hendges. Hermione ducked through the portrait and walked into her shared common room.
"Uh, oh, excuse me," a dark head girl mumbled. Her hair fell into her face as she looked down and walked past. Hermione could tell her was beet red as she exited.
"Malfoy!" she screamed. She stood in the dimly lit room. There were no windows and only one tableside lamp was on. The room was cozy with a single couch, a loveseat and a single person seat all around a single coffee table. The fire was lit making the room quite warm in early September.
She heard the door to her right click open. Out walked a shirtless Draco Malfoy. His body was nicely toned and his platinum blonde hair paled further against his still summer tanned skin, "How may I help you, Granger?" he drawled lazily.
Hermione stuttered looking at the shirtless boy in front of her, "W-what do you think you're doing? This isn't a whore house. Is this a typical thing for you? A new girl every other day?" she paused. "And you're the whore, if I may add."
He smirked, closing the distance between them. Smirking, he towered over her little frame, "Jealous are we, Granger? There's plenty of me to go around."
She flushed by his proximity, feeling his breath touch her forehead. He smelled faintly of sweat and his skin slightly glistened, "As if, Malfoy." she snorted, "I just don't want you or your shenanigans turning our dorms into the party house. We have a great responsibility here, Malfoy. Don't mess it up." She scolded, brushing past him. She walked into her room. It was cold compared to the living area. She grabbed her sweater off her neatly made bed before making her way back into the common room. She noticed Malfoy retreated back to his room and assumed he would be late due to his midday, in between class sex fest. She exited the private room and noted she had 4 minutes to make it to the dungeons.
"Shit," she mumbled as she ran through the corridors towards her class.
Hermione chewed absentmindedly on the end of her quill in class. It was the last class of the day before the weekend rolled in. It was the last class she'd have to endure with the Slytherins in the musty dungeons they called home before being free to her first weekend back at Hogwarts. Always being prestigious, especially in Snape's class she was finished well before anyone else. She'd been working on her potions homework before her thoughts engulfed her.
To no one's surprise she had made Head Girl. Her black school robes adorned not only her Gryffindor badge but the title "Head Girl" stitched into the fabric. It's funny, when she got the owl stating she had been made Head she was in shock. Knowing the war was brewing ahead she didn't know how she'd be able to make it to any of the Orders's meetings, excel in her studies, and fill in her Head Girl duties, but nonetheless she was ecstatic about the position and she accepted the responsibility.
Hogwarts was still Hogwarts. You'd think with one of the greatest battles raging over the horizon that the school would be in total panic and shock, but that wasn't the case. Professor Dumbledore made sure of it. This first week of school had gone by like any other. The first years were timid, the second years were a little more confident, the third years were thrilled they were now able to go to Hogsmeade-which she and Malfoy should start planning that first trip…
"Oy, Granger? Reckon, you're turning into a weasel yourself? Eating wooden quills and whatnot." She heard the familiar drawl of the person she hated most. It's ironic how much she hated the asshole ever since their first year, yet here they were in their seventh year, and he was partnered to be Head Boy alongside her.
Hermione looked up from her abandoned paper and turned around in her seat as the Slytherins snickered quietly. "I'd say you're paying an awful a lot of attention to me, Malfoy." she looked at his cauldron, "It's supposed to be pink not blue. If you'd made it to class on time you would've known that. I'd take cover if I were you." As if on cue, the potion in his cauldron bubbled loudly and spit out sparks before erupting upwards towards the Head Boy's face.
Taking Hermione's warning, only because he knew the know-it-all would be right, he was prepared and was able to jump out of the line of fire. Starring daggers at the Gryffindor he spat, "Don't you get tired of being a walking textbook?"
Hermione turned around in her seat ignoring the blonde. She sat comfortably between Harry and Ron with a smirk on her face. The two boys snickered in hush tones as they worked on their own potions.
"10 points from Gryffindor for disturbing my class." Snape's cool, low tone came from the front of the classroom. He walked calmly towards the commotion. Looking at the younger Slytherin's potion covering the desk, "You cannot make a truth potion without melatonin snare. Clean this up." he said quietly before heading back to the front of the room. "Two page essay on why and when you would use a truth potion. Be sure to list the side effects of said potion. Fill a vial and leave it on my desk with your essay Monday morning. Get out of my classroom." He waved his hand dismissing the class early.
Hermione poured her pink potion into her tube before slipping it in her pocket. She watched as Ron snuck some of Harry's potion for himself, looking around to make sure Snape didn't notice. She shook her head. I guess Harry's reddish potion is better then the green potion Ron has mixed up.
"I saw that, Ronald." she scolded outloud packing her bag. The trio headed out of the dark dungeons and up to the main floor.
"I'd love to see the day you hex that git into oblivion, 'Mione," Ron chattered as they reached the Great Hall for dinner.
"He isn't worth it, Ron. People like Malfoy never learns. Hexing him will only make him more self righteous, as though he's important. I say we ignore him this year. We have bigger things to worry about then a git like Malfoy." Hermione said walking between her best friends.
Harry shook his head in agreeance as they walked through the doors of the Great Hall. The grand room was emptier than usual, considering Snape released them fifteen minutes early, but the food was out. It smelled divine and the quietness was comforting. Hermione sat across from her two best friends opening her potions book as she continued the task she abandoned in class and drafted out her essay. The usual quidditch talk took over the boys and she barely listened, looking up and commenting every so often on the topic.
As she was finishing up her draft she looked up. She first looked at the boys adjacent to her who were still engrossed in their quidditch talk. Then she looked around the room and noted it was filling in with hungry students, ready for supper. But nothing out of the ordinary.
She looked over at the Slytherin table and watched Draco laugh at some unheard joke. He looked so at peace. He didn't have his typical sneer or smirk on his face. Hermione looked at the Slytherin in question. Was it so hard for him to do the right thing? She knew he was the son of a Death Eater and yes, he was disgustingly, uncontrollably rude and had made not only her life miserable, but many other students, but that didn't change the fact that she thought he had some good in him somewhere. With guidance and love he could've been a better person. Being the only person who could match her wits she knew he could've had a bright future had he not decided to follow in his father's footsteps.
As her thoughts escaped her and the sound of the Great Hall came back to her she locked eyes with grey hard eyes. She quickly looked away, flushing red, knowing she was spotted. Taking a quick glance again to where he sat, his seat was now empty. Hermione looked around the room. Where did you go that quick, Malfoy?
Hermione saw platinum blonde hair exiting the Great Hall followed by the long, thin, black hair she seen covering the girl's face from her common room earlier that day. At least it's the same one. She thought with a sigh. She turned her attention back on the two men in front of her as her best girl friend took a seat beside her.
"Ron. 'Mione. Harry." she blushed as red as her hair when she addressed The-Boy-Who-Lived.
Ron nodded at his sister, while Harry reached across and grabbed her hand, "Hello, love. How was herbology?"
Hermione rolled her eyes at her two friends. They had started dating that summer and still acted as though they just met. Nonetheless, Hermione listened to her speak about a kid her year setting the greenhouse on fire and panicking to turn it out. She figured herbology would be cancelled all week.
Draco looked up from the Slytherin table feeling someone's burning gaze on him. He quickly spotted Granger looking at him, eyes glazed over. He had half a mind to throw a grape at her but decided against it. Blimey, you're weird, Granger. He thought, Stop looking at me. He looked at the Gryffindor deep in thought. She looked quite pretty, he noted. Her hair was still bushy, but she had better luck taming it today he observed. She wasn't a bad catch. Would've made for a good shag if it weren't for her bloody ties to Potter and Weasel.
Watching her blush and looking away he summed up she'd spotted him starring. Damn! He stood up from the table swiftly and walked down the table. Grazing the jet black hair on the girl's back as he passed her, he silently nodded his head in the direction of the door. She quickly got up and followed him out of the Great Hall.
They silently made their way up the stairs. As they passed an abandoned first year's classroom on the second floor, he opened it and pulled her in.
"You know," she purred, "I can get used to this." Walking over to a tabletop she hiked up her school robes and pulled her panties down from underneath her skirt, positioning herself in a standing up, doggystyle position.
Draco smirked, she already knew too well what to do, too bad he didn't shag the same girl for too long. There was an unspoken rule among the Slytherin men: five times the limit. A Slytherin would not have sex with a girl more than five times unless they planned on taking them serious. Draco had no plans of taking any of them serious so he'd never gone past his five times with any female. Every girl knew this rule, but shagged them anyway, thinking that they would be that special girl to that lucky Slytherin. Some were taken off the market, but most guys his year were still open and available.
Draco pulled open his robes, undoing his zipper in the process. Closing the distance between them both he pulled a foil packet from his robes pocket, opening it and rolling the rubber onto his erect shaft. Pocketing the empty foil he positioned himself between her legs. "Hold onto the sides of the desk." he mumbled. Grabbing her by the waist to steady himself he slammed into her waiting womanhood, hearing her cry out,
"Ah!" He repeated the fluid motion slowly.
"Ah!" she called into the abandoned room again. Repeating his movement he built up a steady pace. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
"Ah! Shit!" She moaned out. The blonde gritted his teeth as he sped up. He was going to have to make it harder, faster he quickened his pace a little more. She continued to cry out and quiver as he buried himself deeper inside her. He felt himself stiffening as his climax neared. In. Out. In. Out. In...He felt himself explode into the elastic rubber. She cried out once more before relaxing her body on the desk, breathing heavily.
"Merlin, Draco that was good. You just fill me up, baby." she breathed, trying to catch her breath.
Draco, matching her breathing, pulled out and rested his head on her back. Coming back down he stood up and straightened out his robe. He then took the condom off his shaft and tied it in a knot before placing it back in the foil packet in his robes. He chuckled inwardly. Merlin, only knows how a first year would react to find a used condom lying on the floor.
"So.." she purred once more, "Why don't you say we head back to your room and I can... clean you up?" she licked his earlobe, now facing him.
He turned her around so that her back was to him and pulled her into a loose, one arm embrace, "I would love that, Steph, but dinner ends in twenty minutes and then I have to patrol for curfew. Maybe another night." He lied smoothly. Truth was he just didn't want her to come. He'd rather relax alone until it was time for him to patrol. The sex was good, but there was no intellectual conversation. There was no more to her then just good sex.
She stomped her feet, "I just want you in my mouth. Twenty minutes is plenty time."
The blonde rolled his eyes, knowing she couldn't see him. They were always like this, the girls he slept with. Always trying to do more, do extra to distinguish themselves from the rest. He knew protesting with her would be fruitless so he sighed and silently led the way to his common room.
Hermione muttered the password to Jack as she made it to her shared common rooms. She had to drop her books off before beginning patrol with the Head Boy.
"Mmm. Mmmm. Mmmm." she heard the noises as she stepped through the portrait silently. "Mmmm. Mmmm. Mm."
"OHMYGOD! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! OHMYGOD!" Hermione screeched, dropping her books trying to shield her eyes from the scene before her. She covered her eyes as she blindly darted the straight shot towards her bedroom.
"Holy shit, Granger! Don't you knock!" she heard him scream as he too jumped up, pulling his zipper up. Stephanie wiped her face and darted out the room through the portrait without a backwards glance.
Hermione stopped, one hand on her room door, the other on her eyes. She dropped both of her hands and turned around, glaring daggers at the Slytherin, "ME?! KNOCK?! I TOLD YOU THIS IS NOT YOUR WHORE HOUSE! IF YOU INSIST ON BEING THE HOGWARTS HOE-BAG AT LEAST DO IT IN THE PRIVACY OF YOUR ROOM! I HAVE TO SIT ON THAT COUCH, YOU KNOW? YOU FILTHY DEATH EATER PRICK!"
Within seconds he was on her, stepping so close she was pinned between his solid body and her room door, "How dare you speak to me like that?! You know nothing! And before you call anyone filthy take a look at your own bloodline!" he spat back venomously.
Hermione choked back the tears, frightened by the boy towering over her. "Don't hit me." she squeaked. Her voice had gotten lost with her shrinking throat and courage.
Draco took a step back, his demeanor softening. He looked at the girl in front of him and he strangely wanted to reach out to her. He wanted to tell her she didn't need to be afraid. Insults were one thing, screaming was another, and bickering is what they did, but he would never hit a woman. His eyes flashed with sadness before he could mask it, "I-I-I would never hit you, Granger. A filthy Death Eater, a ferret, hell whatever else you want to call me, but I would never hit a woman." he sneered. Taking a step back he looked her up and down then turned on his heel and exited the room.
Hermione let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Gasping for breath, her lungs thankful for the intrusion, she dropped her wand. When had she grabbed that? She sunk to the floor, her back pressed against the door. Breathing heavily she let the tears escape her eyes. She was frightened. She had never had anyone loom over her like that. She let the tears overtake her, sobbing loudly into her knees.
Draco flew down the halls of Hogwarts on patrol. He figured she wasn't going to join him when thirty minutes passed and he hadn't seen no sign of her.
Stupid, Granger! Who the hell did she think she was? Talking to me like that! I am Draco Malfoy! A woman beater? HA! I think not! If only she knew the beatings my father put my mother through! God damn that woman!
He remained immersed in his thoughts as he patrolled the deserted halls of Hogwarts. "Don't hit me." he muttered bitterly, feeling the words. He softened once again. Why would he hit a woman? He knew he could easily overpower any female in Hogwarts. That was out of the question! But to call him a Death Eater? She thought she was better than him. "Well, sorry we all didn't get to be friends with Harry Bloody Potter and have better options." he muttered again, disgusted.
He completed his patrols, cussing the Head Girl out the whole way. When he arrived back in the Head dorms he shivered. The fire had went out. Pointing his wand at the fireplace he muttered, "Incendio." and watched the flames roar to life. Turning on his heel he spotted Hermione sleep at the foot of her closed door.
He walked over to her slumped form, "Oy, Granger? Granger? Granger, wake up." he slightly shook her. Hermione stirred but didn't wake. The boy sighed and ran a hand through his head. First she insult him, let him patrol alone and now she falls asleep on the floor. The last thing he needed was to touch the unconscious girl and she wakes up screaming bloody murder.
He sighed once more, running his hand through his hair again. Cursing under his breath, he figured he couldn't leave her on the floor, do hr leaned down and picked up the sleeping girl. He easily hoisted her up and laid her down on the couch. He thought to lay her in her bed but decided against going in her room. He conjured up a blanket and covered her, putting a couch pillow under her head.
He sat down on the one seater couch across from her. The room was warming up he noted as he rubbed his eyes together. The boy looked at the sleeping figure with quiet eyes himself. He truly felt like an ass for scaring her. He looked around through his school bag he had left abandoned on the floor beside him and took out a piece of parchment and writing utensil and scribbled a note. Placing the note for her to see on the tabled, he got up and dragged his feet heavily to his room.
The blonde quickly stripped down to his boxers, changed into his pajamas and sank into his green four poster bed. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. He thought. How could this normal day turn into him feeling like complete shit for scaring his roommate? Granger was the only girl who had ever punched him in the face. She was the only girl capable of performing a decent enough curse to hex him. She was the only girl in Hogwarts he would fear being on the wrong side of her wand. He felt a pit in his stomach. The fear his father installed in his mother he would never want to install into any female.
He closed his eyes falling into a troublesome sleep.
Hermione stretched on the firm surface. Groggily she looked around confused. She wasn't wrapped in her scarlet sheets. Looking around as her vision focused she checked her wristwatch.
3:42AM.
Stretching once more she rolled over on her side, facing the warm fire. On the table she seen her name scrawled on a note. She reached for it lazily, dragging the note to her face. Opening it up she skimmed the simple message.
I'm sorry for scaring you, Granger, That was never my intentions. You don't know me as much as you'd like to think. For starters, I would never lay my hands-or my wand for that matter on a female. Do accept my apology.
D.M.
She sighed. Maybe she overreacted? What was she to th-
Her thoughts were cut short by the panic screams from Malfoy's room.
"Father! Get off of her! Father! Father!"
Hermione jumped from the couch, grabbing her wand that lay unloved by her room door, and burst through his room door. Wand drawn she looked around. Nothing. No one. Just her, the sleeping boy, and his nightmares.
"Father!" he screamed again.
Hermione walked over to him. She lowered her wand and shook his shoulders violently, not thinking to be gentle, "Malfoy, wake up! Wake up, Malfoy!"
"Fat-" he jumped up, bumping heads with the girl peering down at him.
"Ouch!" She wailed, grabbing her forehead where he'd just headbudded her, stumbling back.
On the bed he clutched his own head trying to adjust his vision in the dark room. "What happened?" he asked, looking around. Sitting up he felt the cool air whip his skin that was drenched in sweat.
Hermione squinting from her spot beside the bed, dropped her hands from her head, "You..You were having a nightmare, Malfoy. I woke you up."
She looked at the blonde trying to make out his expression in the dark. She waited silently for his response, looking between him and the door. "I'm going to go now," she finally said stepping towards the door.
"Wait!" he nearly screamed. Hermione looked back him, "Stay. In here with me, I mean." he stated simply, a little out of breath.
Hermione's eyes widened. Surely he wasn't hinting at…. He didn't think she was going to…. Not because he said sorry. Not because he was having a nightmare… That git!
As if sensing her unasked questions he stated, "Dream on, Granger. I'm not going to sleep for awhile. I just need to keep my mind off…." he trailed off. "Could you just stay, please?" he asked again. This time his voice sounded foreign to him, He sounded as though he were pleading, begging for her solace.
Hermione searched his eyes to see if he was playing a joke on her. She searched his stormy eyes for some deceit. She opened her mouth and then closed it not knowing what to say. She huffed, "Okay, Malfoy but you're laying at the bottom. Move over."
Hermione felt her forehead to make sure she wasn't sick. She pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She felt her pulse to make sure she was alive. She wasn't under a curse. She climbed into the bed as he grabbed a pillow and laid at the bottom, his feet by her head, her feet by his. Hermione laid in silence underneath the comforter, not knowing what to say.
"So…" she mused.
"Why do you think I'm a "filthy Death Eater", Granger?" he stated calmly.
Hermione gulped, "Um…."
A/N: FYI this story is NOT going to move fast. It's not going to move like a turtle either. Remember this IS their thoughts, not reality so they started her off where they thought was pivotal for her to always, review.