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Reminder: This story is told from both Hermione's and Draco's P.O.V
Now on to Chapter 2
When Hermione stepped into the Heads' Compartment she couldn't believe her eyes. Since when was a slytherin period- much less Blaise Zambini, a close friend of Draco Malfoy- actually intelligent enough to meet the incredibly high standards Hogwarts set for prerequisites to being Head Boy/Girl. Hermione racked her formidable mind to when the last time in Hogwarts' history a slytherin managed to make the cut and realized that the last time was roughly about 1,000 years ago; which only made her suspect that either Blaise had cheated all through the past six years of money changed hands. Hermione knew that Professor Dumbledore was not one to accept bribes of any kind so that left the first option. Suddenly Zambini looked up from the article he was reading in the Daily Profit; she got a very uncomfortable sense that he was reading her mind. "So are you going to stand there looking at me stupidly, or are you going to sit down?" He asked, breaking her out of her trance. Shaking her head to get out any remaining cobwebs and mentally preparing herself, Hermione went and sat on the seat across from him. "You know I may be a slytherin, but I do prefer to earn any honors, enemies or friends." He added after she sat down, shocking her once more. 'Fuck, he was reading my mind.' She thought, 'why the hell didn't I learn occlumency and legilimency when I had the chance.' She didn't miss the sudden smirk on the Head Boy's face at that thought. "You mind staying out of my mind?!" She snarled at him. Zambini laughed. "No I don't mind at all." He said. Hermione sighed with relief; though she should have known better. "However, that wouldn't be any fun if I stayed out of your mind." He said calmly, still smirking infuriatingly. It was all Hermione could do to keep herself from lunging at him and strangling the slytherin jerk. Zambini seemed to have some sense of self-preservation though because he thankfully went back to reading. "Hey Granger, can you read this and see if you can make any sense of it?" He asked her out of the blue. Thinking it a rather random question, but curious as to why a slytherin would ask her opinion she took the paper and started reading the article.
Sudden Unexplained Happenings Strike Worldwide
By: Rita Skeeter
Ministry officials have been looking into a series of very unusual and frankly bazaar occurrences happening around the world. There has been a multitude of people going to seemingly innocent places like stores and restaurants or going for a walk down the street, only to be found a few hours later dead. Several readers of The Profit speculate this to be the work of Death Eaters that escaped punishment for their crimes. A recent interview with the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, sheds little light on the situation. "This work is clearly not the work of anyone supportive of You-Know-Who's values. These people were not killed with the killing curse, they were butchered in a way that there was little left but blood and shattered bones." An Irritated Mr. Fudge commented, after which he told the reporter rudely to leave him and the rest of the officials working on the cases alone stating that "This is official ministry business and the public does not need annoying reporters to try and send them into an unnecessary panic." I will be writing with more information as I come by it.
Hermione scoffed at the article and tossed the paper back at Zambini. "Honestly, Rita Skeeter has a tendency to twist everyone's words around and make them 100 times worse that they really are!" Hermione snapped, "I can't believe anything that bitch writes because most of it is complete bullshit!" It was at this point that the door to the compartment opened and Draco Malfoy, the slytherin prince, walked in.
Draco's P.O.V
Draco had gotten tired of Nott trying to badger as much information as he could about Granger out of him and decided to join Blaise in the Heads' Compartment. He had gotten within five feet of the door when he heard Granger snarling and having the perfect timing he did, he walked in the compartment just as she was finishing her tirade. "I can't believe anything that bitch writes because most of it is complete bullshit!" Granger snarled, shocking the hell out of him. "What's this, the Gryffindor Know-it-all swearing?!" Draco asked in mock horror, "I can't believe it, Blaise quick! Call St. Mungo's, I think Granger has a severe illness and needs to be treated immediately!" Blaise was by this point all but rolling on the floor with laughter. Granger rolled her eyes. "You two are so immature, you remind me of Ron!" She snarled, "Actually I take that back, Ron is even more mature than you two." She added calmly.
Draco glared at the mudblood, before he suddenly got an idea. "Trust me; I am far more mature than the weasel." Draco purred at her, "in fact, if you would like I could give you a little demonstration of just how 'mature' I can get." He watched her reaction through his half lowered eyelashes, she didn't disappoint. "Malfoy you arrogant, egotistical pig if you try to so much as kiss me I will make sure that Draco Jr. will be out of service for at least a month!" She growled at him.
Draco grinned, knowing a challenge when he heard one. "In that case how about we put that to the test." Draco commented lightly, before pouncing on her. He had her flat on her back before she could have a chance to react and crushed her lips hard with his in a passionate kiss that should have by all rights set the compartment on fire.
Granger fought for about five seconds before she started tearing at his clothes, making her resemble a wild she-cat in heat. He distantly heard Blaise coughing loudly to try and get their attention, but he ignored him as he was now starting to undress Granger and had just revealed a very enticing black bra with red lace covering it. He immediately started to suck and lick at the exposed tops of her breasts, making her cry out in her rapidly growing arousal. She buried her hands roughly in his platinum hair and he growled his approval.
"HEY! I am still in the compartment you two!!!!!" Blaise yelled causing them to break apart startled. Hermione clearly only now seeing her partially undressed state suddenly shrieked in shock and scrambled to cover herself up. "Dammit Blaise! Couldn't you have waited about an hour, preferably by making yourself scarce?!" Draco snapped at him, aroused and frustrated beyond belief.
Unfortunately, Hermione seemed to come into her right state of mind at that point. The last thing Draco knew was the very painful feeling of boils on his cock before everything went dark.