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A/N- If you're interested in doing any beta work for the piece then just PM me. In this chapter Draco and Hermione fall in LUST. I couldnt have her fall in love, it wouldn't work with the whole "Queen bitch witch" thing I'm going for. I am also missing out all the lemony goodness that this piece has the potential for. Enjoy! Please review and share if you like, and even if you don't ;)

Hermione raised her wand towards the blond, even now with the identity of the man, Hermione had millions of questions in her mind. "How did you find me?" What are you doing? Why were you clapping?" She really did hope he hadn't seen her playing with the spider. Playing? Is that what she was going to call it? Harming a living creature, then killing it mercilessly, was this playing? But Hermione knew it wasn't the time to think of such things, she would file it away for later, and reflect on it when she was back in the Head's common room.

Somehow she had the feeling that Draco wouldn't stick to his usual tactics of avoiding her at all costs. She just wanted to sleep, and cry. There would definitely be some crying. She was still pointing her wand at Draco,waiting. All he offered in response was a smirk and a raised eyebrow. Which Hermione assumed implied something along the lines of "You really need to ask?" or maybe "You're smart, figure it out"

He was barely surprised when he witnessed her raise her wand and point it at his chest. Even though he wasn't in shock, it didn't mean he had to like the situation. His wand was in his pocket and he knew that Hermione would have him on the floor by the time his fingers grazed his pocket. He decided that by playing up his confidence he might manage to get his target to lower her wand. It wouldn't take much, he could see the ever so slight tremble in her hand as she struggled to keep arm straight, the bead of sweat running down her forehead, and lastly the worry, fear and agony in her eyes.
"How did you find me?" What are you doing? Why were you clapping?"
He could tell this was going to be a long night, he almost wanted to avoid the Head's tower just so he could get away to think. He was going to do something he would regret if he stayed near her for too long. She was dangerous, and that is exactly why Malfoy was here in the first place.
Hermione slightly raised her wand as a way of demanding an answer. Draco knew she would figure it out if he gave her enough time, but time wasn't something he had to spare. And yet he knew that she needed to yet again reach conclusion as of her own mind otherwise she would shun him. He resolved to raising a meagre eyebrow, in hopes she would understand.

He could almost see the gears turning in her eyes as she reached these inevitable conclusions, and then the cloud that fogged over her eyes and intensified those pools of liquid gold with a hint of danger. She had more questions for him, and he for her. His gaze never left her face while the processed this information. His eyes were drawn to her twitching lips, noticing how she moved them swiftly as if whispering to the air. They had intrigued him so much, not just now, but over the years he had noticed them grow, as they slowly became swollen, the permanent bite marks on her bottom lip from when she was unsure of her conclusions.

His point was proven when she took said lip into her mouth and began to gnaw on it insecurely.
He could barely stand it anymore, he wanted to possess her. He needed her ad much as she needed him, but in different ways.

He sighed, unable to just stand there any longer. Taking to steps forward, he closed the gap between them. He was taller than her, but not by much. He stared down at her lips.

She didn't notice his movements until he leaned down and stroked his lips against hers. Shock was the first thing to cross her mind, and then was pleasant surprise as she began to enjoy the feeling of him exploring her mouth with that Slytherin tongue of his. Slowly but surely pressing their lips together in a dance of tender and soft rhythm. And lastly the remembrance that this was Draco Malfoy. After a moment of deciding if it was worth it to snog him, she decided it wasn't, even if his lips did leave a hunger deep in her stomach. Tightening her grip on her wand, she poked it at his chest and waited for him to break the kiss. Scared that she wouldn't be able to herself. He waited a few seconds before pulling away, confusion clear on his face.
With her empty palm she struck him across the face with the full force of her body to support her. The sound echoed all the way through the library, but there was no one around to hear it. Even our precious Madam Pince had already vacated the library, with the impression that she had left Hermione alone to her curiosity.
They stared into each other's eyes. She would not fall, she had already had her heart broken by Ron, she would not have Malfoy grind the few glass pieces back into dust. And this is the point at which she realised that her heart was broken because she allowed herself to be so fragile. She needed to toughen up. With a stone heart, no one could hurt her.

The books could have sworn they heard a rubber band snap tightly around her heart. Immediately her stance changed. She stood straight, her eyes glowing with a cunning plan, and her tears drying off her face. She felt free as she shed her former life and embraced her true potential, without the need to feel guilt of love, she could empower the world, and she would own the world.

Hermione looked over Draco, she had no real feelings for the Malfoy boy, so what's the point in wasting a perfect opportunity to have some fun? After flashing him a smirk a Slytherin could be proud off, she flung herself at him, and roped him into a dark, sultry, lustful kiss

The next morning, Hermione woke with nothing but pleasure filling every crevice in her body. She hadn't had so much fun in her life, and she wasn't going to stop anytime soon. She slipped out of Malfoy's bed, just like the snake she was, and slid down the hall to her own room. With a quick glance to the clock she realised she had two hours before she had to head down to breakfast. No need to hurry. She searched her closet for something to wear, and walked back to the bed tutting. "This just won't do!" She exclaimed out loud whilst frowning at the skirt that went well below her knees, the extra-large, baggy boys school shirt and the shapeless dull grey cardigan that she wore on top. She couldn't hide the disgust in her face. Why on earth would she wear these, these… sheets when she had a luscious and curvaceous body? She made a mental note about how stupid she was, she could have had Ron eating out of the palm of her hand, but instead she choose dignity. "HA!" She couldn't help but let it slip, she just wished that the school could have been hers sooner, and now not only Ron, but the entire male population would follow her orders like a bunch of puppies. This was just too easy.

With a flick of her wand she fixed her clothes to something more, suitable for her plan. She then headed to the shared bathroom with Draco to take a nice long shower, she needed to wash off her old self. The door was locked, and she could hear the shower running, but this wasn't going to deter her from getting ready. A twist of her hand and the lock clicked back into place allowing safe passage into the room. Draco stared in awe as she removed her dressing gown and slipped into the shower beside him without even paying him any attention. When she was finished, she turned on him, graced him with a kiss before making a quick escape back to her room. She headed straight for the dresser in the corner of her room. After a quick look around she found her minimal make up supplies. Some things were just going to have to change around here she thought to herself as she applied what little she had. When she was finished, she proceeded onto her hair. She spent nearly an hour trying to tame her bushy fuzz, but managed, with surprisingly only 4 spells! Almost impressive. Hermione quickly put on her uniform and bounced down to the heads common room to find Draco.

Needless to say his jaw dropped, when he gazed over her tight fitted shirt that curved around her chest perfectly, he noticed the undone buttons that would drive any man insane. Her skirt was a lot shorter than it was yesterday, revealing most of her thigh. And in those heels her legs looked miles long. But not only had her clothes changed, her hair was smoothed into gentle dark curls, framing her face as they cascaded over her breasts. Her pale white skin contrasted against her curls and eyes. Long lashes accented by faint dark green eye shadow, and ruby red pulsating lips. This girl had every making of a Slytherin.
Taking in Malfoy's reaction, Hermione felt a slip of joy, her plan was going great. She turned on him with lust filled eyes "Shall we go have breakfast, Draco" Blinking her lashes a couple of times for effect she waited his response.

He took a moment to steady himself. This wasn't what he had been expecting from the well-known innocent Miss Granger, sure, last night had been out of character for the both of them, but this? She was becoming a Slytherin. He could tell she planned on using her body as a way to earn the compliance of the male population, and it bothered him. He didn't want to share her, she had been his to torment for years, and now she was tormenting him! But a Malfoy would never show such things. He collected his thoughts and headed for the portrait hole, not turning back to see if Granger was following him.

Where the bloody hell was she? He'd been sat in the Great hall for nearly twenty minutes and she was yet to show. She seemed ready when he left her stood in the common room. And right on queue all conversation drops dead as queen Diva walks in. She strolls with a determined slow pace. Heading straight for the Gryffindor table. A bunch of first years scatter away as she nears them, once there, she sits next to Ginny, looking straight at Malfoy.
Her so called friends try talking to her, but she isn't interested, she stares at Draco, he doesn't notice, he's busy entertaining Astoria Greengrass as she tries her dammed hardest to seduce him. Hermione giggles to herself, it's almost cute watching such a pitiful witch take her toy, but when she notices him react to that slutty insignificant dog, she strains in her seat. She was going to make Astoria pay for flirting with Draco Malfoy, and it would be a lot worse than what she did to that spider…