Chapter Two:
Hermione entered her empty room, and locked the door behind her. She stripped all of her clothing until she was standing naked in front of Lavender's full length mirror. She pulled out her wand and got ready to work.
Hair, hair hmm… Hermione thought distractedly. She muttered a long incantation and waved her wand along the length of her hair. It immediately changed. While not as wild as it had been it would take several more layers of the incantation to straighten it completely. She stood there for twenty minutes performing the incantation until her hair was sleek and soft looking. It hung near her waist now; when it had been tangled and frizzed up it was around her shoulder blades but without all the knots and crinkles it was hanging past her bum. She waved her wand again and the whole length of her hair turned yellow. It took her fifteen minutes to get it to the exact shade of blond she thought Malfoy would like. She looked down at her breasts. They were pitifully small, Hermione thought. Again she waved her wand and whispered a transfiguration spell and they instantly became the size of large grapefruits, just a bit bigger than those a girl her age should have. That, she thought, is better. The perfect size and fit for Malfoy's beautiful luxurious long fingered hands. She shuddered at the ecstasy she knew those hands could bring. For any student not as advanced as Hermione, body editing spells would have been quite dangerous, but Hermione was immensely proficient at them. Now for my clothes, she thought. She put her loose shapeless school robes back on and looked for a place to start, well, I guess I'll start from the top. She murmured a shrinking solution and brandished her wand at her chest; her robes shrunk around the middle, leaving Hermione's boob's in a skintight wrapping that showed almost a little too much skin at the top. But nothing is too much for my Draco, she thought fiercely. She put an efinite charm on her shrinking enchantment and slowly moved her wand up and down her body, lingering in the places she wanted to be tighter. Finally she was wearing a skin tight suit of her school robes. The cloth around her bum was taught, showing her finely toned and uplifted butt cheeks, her waist was a perfect hourglass showing her perfect ninety-five pound figure. Well it probably was, giggled Hermione, now my boobs probably put me at an even one-hundred.
She smiled at her reflection and said, "Isn't magic great?" before tapping herself on the skull and locking most of her knowledge away.
Just as she finished she heard Lavender and Ginny knocking at her door. She walked over to open it. She smiled. They were about to meet a very new Hermione.
Draco walked into Arithmacy and set his books down in his usual spot. He was quite bored and waiting for Granger to walk in so he could see the poor attempts she would have made at attractiveness. A beautiful Granger, Malfoy chuckled silently, yeah, right. The usual students were filing in but still no sign of Granger. Weird of her to be late for anything, Draco thought, maybe she doesn't want to face me because she knows she's not good enough.
Just before class was about to begin an unfamiliar girl walked in. she was slim, curvy, and had sparkling golden eyes that matched the beautiful straight hair hanging down to her waist. She was hot. Very hot, thought Draco. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her hair was nearly the exact shade of his mother's, just a tinge darker. She had soft, Cupid 's bow lips and a pale clear complexion. She was of a small, lithe figure, but Draco could tell she had some strength in her. And she was talking, Draco realized. She was apparently new and had just transferred to Hogwarts from her families private tutoring. That says rich, thought Draco, I bet she's pureblood. Wonder what house she's in. But she got his answer when she sat on the Gryffindor side of the room, next to Dean Thomas.
Still, even if she is in Gryffindor, she is way too hot to pass up on. It's like she was built for me. Draco knew that if he ever jumped into bed with a Gryffindor, it would have to be this one. I hope she isn't too bright, the slow ones are the best in bed. As if following his exact thoughts, she answered a simple question wrong. He loved this! He had completely forgotten about granger, he wanted this girl as soon as possible. Good think he had that supply of love potions waiting up in his room. This was one fish that he wouldn't let get away. I might even keep her awhile, if she's any good, he thought happily.
"I wonder what her name is," he mused aloud. "Whose name," asked Pansy, in an attempt to be seductive, "You can just call me mama." She was sitting on his lap, rubbing his hair back with gel, just the way he liked. It was quite calming, and allowed him to relax and think of a game plan. "Hey Pansy, could you run and grab my grey bag for me?"
"Sure Draky-poo." She flounced off. He winced at that horrible nickname she had attempted to give him. It was awful. When she came back, he was feeling a little horny. "Hey Pansy, wanna have a little fun before class?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Oh, I don't know Draco, not really. I mean…" she trailed off. He knew what she wanted. He pulled out his wand and said, in his mind, Imperio!, and she was his. This weird addiction she has to letting others control her really isn't a good thing, he thought. He ordered her to strip down as seductively as possible. She began to slide her skirt off, letting her fingers trail hypnotically down her bare skin. She removed her school blouse by laboriously undoing each button and sliding it off past her arms by scraping her hands across her breasts. She slid her hair band out and shook her hair loose so that it hung over her breasts. She was still wearing her bra and panties, as was custom. She didn't like to take them off because she wasn't the type for morning sex.
Suddenly Draco felt angry, really irrationally angry. He decided he she needed to see why she shouldn't let people control her so easily. "Pansy," he said coldly, "take it all off."
"What? But Draco, you know I don't like—"
"I don't care what you like or don't like, Now take it off!"
She whined as her hands went to her bra clasp. Well this is what she gets, she needs to learn a lesson. "And shut up," he said cruelly. Her mouth snapped closed as she slid her panties down. He had never been this cruel to a fellow Slytherin before, especially not a friend like Pansy, but at the moment he simply did not care.
"Get on the bed." She was still trying to resist him, but for too long had she allowed herself to be controlled by others. "Go!" She obediently climbed into the bed, still unable to talk. He slithered in next to her and hisssed in her ear, "This is why you shouldn't let people control you, I'm sorry you had to learn the hard way."
Pansy was still crying behind him but he didn't care, he had to drop her and he also hat to save her. She would probably never let anyone control her willingly again. She's probably never trust him again either. He turned around and looked at her, contorting his face into a look of disgust. She was still under the curse so he knew now would be the time to get rid of her. "Get up," he said. She did so, still crying. It was annoying, "And stop your blubbering for god's sake." She sucked in her breath and no more tears fell from her eyes. "Go clean yourself up," he said, gesturing towards his bathroom.
Thirty minutes later she was still in there and Draco wondered if she might be trying to drown herself. He opened the bathroom door and called, "You have ten minutes to finish up and get out here. And don't try to dress either." He wasn't done being cruel, yet, but he was done with the worst of it. She walked out, moist and wrapped in a towel, she looked much better. "Drop the towel." She did. Draco was quite adept at using the unforgivable curses and after an hour and a half it hadn't worn him down at all. Or maybe Pansy's is just especially easy to control, because of how often she has been. "Come here." He put his cruel voice back on. She walked towards him, fighting every step. When she was standing in front of him, he said, "Sit on my lap." She hated him. Her bare buttocks were sitting on his very finely made robe. She was quite stiff, "Relax, put your arms around my neck," he said in a mock kind voice. She was not fooled. "Now tell me you love me." This was truly cruel even for Draco Malfoy and he knew that there was something wrong with him. She said it coldly. "Whisper it in my ear, with a loving passionate voice." He wasn't even using the fake kindness voice, now. Now it was cold, cruel orders. "I love you," she said softly in his ear. He stood up, and she fell to the ground. She looked at him with the utmost loathing in her eyes. "I saved you," he said softly, then, with hatred, "Now get out. And don't come back." She left and he was alone with his thoughts.
Sorry this chapters kind of drawn out, I worked hard on it though.