A MALFOY ALWAYS GETS WHAT A MALFOY WANTS

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RATING M+ for explicit scenes. I hope you all enjoy.

Chapter 2

1,993 days, 9 hours and 17 minutes, since he first realised what he felt for her and decided she would be the one he would marry one day. She was everything she wasn't supposed to be, his father was endless in his diatribe about how he shouldn't be allowing a mudblood to beat his in class, it was bad enough that Harry Potter was always besting him in the air. His father had questioned endlessly about how it was that Potter as a first year had got himself on the Quidditch team for his house, when Draco had told him how he had inadvertently helped by trying to get the other boy in trouble his father was far from happy, he was downright furious in fact and had bought the team brooms thus securing his place on the team. As much as he like the sport he had never really considered being on the team and then Hermione had gone and pointed out the fact that Harry didn't have to buy his way onto the team he was on it because of talent. He was so angry he called her the one word that he really shouldn't have, that of course set the catalyst for the following years. They fought constantly, she continued to best him in class and Harry in the air, his father forever at him about him not bringing them down enough or that he wasn't trying or working hard enough if a lowly mudblood could constantly do better in class. He'd of course continued to call her that dreadful name and as much as he could tell it hurt her she never backed down from and argument with him. She irritated him so much but he also respected her; her talent for magic was unsurpassed by anyone else. He'd been spiteful in saying that she'd be next when the Basilisk was on the loose in the school and yet he missed her when she'd been petrified, in their third year like all others they fought but when that Hippogryph had attacked him, she'd showed concern by telling the big oaf Hagrid to take him to the Hospital wing. It wasn't as bad as he made it out to be but if he could play on it and get sympathy and attention then he would and he did. Then of course she punched him later not only had it hurt like hell it was embarrassing, but the fury that radiated off her made him a little fearful and glad he hadn't provoked more of a response.

Sometimes he wondered what it would have been like if they'd been friends instead of enemies but he figured it was no use dwelling on what would never happen. Then fourth year arrived and Quidditch world cup was on, she was looking as lovely as ever all smiles enjoying herself he wished briefly that he could be part of it. When his father had boasted to him of a Death Eater attack at the cup he knew he had to warn Potter and Weasley in order to protect her, he was relieved to find out later that she remained unharmed. Then when they returned to school they were told of the Tri-wizard tournament and the arrival of students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang schools. When the girls from Beauxbatons appeared he noted that nearly every male in the hall seemed to have been attracted to them he knew that most girls that went there were Veela, for some reason he found that he didn't feel that pull towards the Veela pheromones and wondered what that meant. Instead he found himself watching his mudblood as he had come to refer to her as, although he knew she would never be anyone's possession. He could tell she wasn't happy about how her friend were acting, she seemed even more upset by the way Weasley was acting, he didn't know what to make of that at the time so he let it go. Next was the Durmstrang crew, many of the girls were swooning at them but then when Victor Krum entered many of the male population seemed to loose it as well, he could understand that after all Victor Krum was the worlds best Quidditch player, Draco had to admit at the time even he was star struck, but Granger appeared cool and collected as if she really didn't care. Draco decided he was going to become friends with the older boy that way he'd finally be at the centre of all the attention. The guy seemed friendly enough but Draco found he just didn't seem to be having much success when it came to befriending him. He'd seen him chatting to Harry Potter on a few occasions and Draco also noted that he seemed to be talking to Granger a bit too. After the first tournament there'd been splashed all over the Daily Prophet about Harry Potter and Granger being involved but he didn't believe it though his heart skipped a beat for a moment thinking fleetingly that it could be true. In the beginning of December there'd been a blow up between her and Weasley he'd heard later it had been because of the way he assumed that she wouldn't have a date for the Yule Ball and asked her as a last resort. Draco couldn't blame her for being angry at the looser for that but he was surprised to hear she had a date for the Ball, she never spent much time with anyone else except for side kicks, he wondered who it was – if in fact she really did have a date or was just saying that to Weasley to get back at him, they had been fighting more and more that year and it was only still the beginning of it really. When she'd walked through the door of the Great Hall on the arm of Victor Krum he didn't recognise her at first. Then the whisper spread through the hall a great many were shocked that Granger could look so good and that Victor Krum actually seemed interested in her. Draco decided the and there he didn't like the guy and if asked why he really couldn't say he just didn't like him. Draco had watched her dancing and laughing and found that he wished he was the one dancing with her, he wasn't the only Slytherin who thought this apparently since he heard a few comments from others – how they wouldn't mind dancing and doing a bit more with her if she hadn't been a mudblood he'd agreed with them out loud but knew deep down that the fact that she was a mudblood didn't matter any more he was attracted to her, thinking about it as he watched her that was probably why he didn't like Krum.

As the year progressed Draco had continued to watch Granger and noticed that she and Krum were spending a considerable amount of time together, he heard rumours that the two were dating and as much as he didn't want to believe it from what he'd observed of the two when they thought no-one was looking the rumours were true. Draco became obsessed and found himself stalking Hermione more and more to make sure nothing too serious happened between the two. The Prophet had been reporting a lot on the two and Draco found himself looking at the pictures of her at night when he was alone in his bed. When the second tournament took place and he heard that Hermione had been taken and put in the bottom of the lake he knew he was in trouble, what if she didn't get found in time, what if he lost her forever, he had all sorts of thoughts running through his head and it was at that moment when Victor Krum surfaced with her, she was alright but seeing her with him angered him so much that he needed to get away. Storming off he had no idea where he was going – he knew he needed to think though. He found himself in his house common room completely alone and as he thought through the events of the year so far and the feelings he'd been having and thinking over the last few years he came to realise that as much as it looked like he hated the girl in question it was actually the opposite, he knew in his heart of hearts at fourteen he wanted to marry the very witch when he was older. That thought made him even angrier and upset, not because of who she was but because at the time he knew he could never have, would never have her except in his dreams. When his house mates returned to the house they had commented on the fact that he had stomped off when Granger was rescued, they thought it was because he had hoped she would die – wouldn't they have been shocked if they knew it was the opposite and that it was who she was with that had upset him, it was who was holding her that tore at his heart and who kissed her that aggrieved him so much. He let them think what they wanted he could never tell any of them what was really going on.

At the closure of the final competition when he heard of Voldemort's return he felt even worse he knew her life would be inconstant danger. For the rest of the school year he watched her ever so subtly so as to not arouse suspicion, he had tried being meaner but found he couldn't, he still called her mudblood but came to think of it as a term of endearment for her since she was the only muggle born at the school he called that name, he knew it upset her and vowed that one day he'd make it up to her. At night Draco dreamed of a different world where she and him could be together. He knew though that under Voldemort that, that would never happen and there was nothing he could do to change that fact, he was destined to follow the Dark Lord of that he was sure thanks to his father and as far as he was concerned he had no option.