June 12, 1997

Don't think for a damn second I don't still fucking loath you.

I flinched as the words echoed in my mind.

Granger was in here now.

Father warned me that as the day came closer that our minds would too.

Bullocks.

I could respond but no…I knew she despised me.

Everyone around me was afraid now. There were only rumors now that flowed quietly, only reason I knew about them was because Zabini would be there laughing. It wasn't funny at all.

What the fuck were they staring at?

Little glares and multiple glances everywhere. Apparently I was still the talk of the school. A week already since the news broke out too. A record, just close enough to Potter's.

I caught a glimpse of Andrew Kirke staring me down.

He was beautifully broken. Broken nose, cracked rib, split lip, concussion, two black eyes and most his fingers sprained and broken from trying to cover himself. He was hideously swollen like a balloon.

Fuck you, Kirke mouthed.

I smirked back.

I walked farther away from noise, I just needed to get away from students at the moment.

I couldn't risk seeing red all over again.

As I turned the corner, a pair of hands grabbed me by the collar and shoved me into a wall.

Now if I expected this, I would have avoided this completely but seeing as it took me for surprise I let it happen.

"What the fuck?" I yelled.

Grabbing the small pair of hands and yanking them off me.

Red hair flashed in front of me as she looked both ways in the halls.

For a petite girl she had a hell of a lot of strength.

She groaned as she shoved me back against the stone wall.

"Don't try to fight it, Malfoy."

I flinched.

"Huh?"

She kept her hands on my chest, "I know you haven't fucked since Granger, so don't try to say you haven't wanted any."

I glared her up and down observing the hungry look in her eyes too.

The pointy faced ginger didn't back down, instead she pulled my collar towards her and with that, her and I were connected at the lips.

Why I didn't pull away, I'm not sure.

My mind told me this wasn't right, well it was mostly the self-righteous side that Granger imprinted on me. I would have listened to the quiet conscience but the hardness coming from my trousers was speaking louder than my mind.

I grabbed the ginger and threw her against the wall.

I heard a painful grunt slip out but my lips felt a smile crawl on her face.

My cock practically growled when I pushed up against her.

I couldn't decide if I wanted this fast or slow, I just simply really wanted this to happen right here and right now.

My hand crept up her shirt, I wasn't sure whether or not to be surprised at the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra of any sort.

"I'm not a little girl you know," she declared under her raspy breath.

I smirked, "Mhmm, I can tell you're not."

My hands started to mold her breast, soft and bouncy. Never knew this witch had anything under all these robes. Her purrs would turn into moans and then turn into heavy breathing.

Fuck I missed these sounds.

I sucked the life out of her starting from her neck making sure to mark her practically purple.

As her breathing turned heavier I turned my attention on the other side of her neck. My hands still molding into her I felt my cock throbbing, fuck.

With angst, my hands lead hers onto my hardness.

She obliged obediently without a single word said.

I groaned as I felt the warmth of her palms sliding up and down my shaft. This beautiful sensation brought back familiar feelings from before.

My old life.

She grinded with me rubbing onto each other hard with anticipation. I wanted to be in her more than before.

One of my hands ceased molding one of her breast then crept down her belly into her jeans.

"You're already we-"

"I know," she snapped with a hint of embarrassment.

I smirked while massaging her. Small purrs here and there made me feel like jumping with excitement.

First time a while and I didn't even have to try.

The sound of my zipper unzipping caused me to open my eyes.

"Wow," she mouthed looking down.

Weaselette's eyes flashed back up at me with a giant grin on her face. She wanted to take it in already.

In a hurry I pulled her pants to the floor probably scratching her in the process. This was nothing unusual to me; I'd done it in the middle of the halls in plenty of times. Luckily she chose this hall since she probably already knew it was rarely ever visited. Slut.

Only her sweater and lone sock, that wasn't lost in the process of dismantling her pants, was left. She looked cold as she shivered at the newfound coldness.

There was a trail of her natural lubricant dripping down one of her legs. I bit my lip just to stop me from thrusting into her there and then.

She turned redder than her head the longer I stared her down.

"Well?" She shook her head, "Are you going to fuck me or not?"

I licked my lips and within a second I pulled her sweater over and threw it to the ground.

Her body was amazing, in fact, better than amazing. Those curves were hidden under these baggy tom-boy clothing for all these years and I had no idea. How did I not know?

Plus, why did she all of a sudden have an interest in me?

Her big hungry eyes were begging for me to come inside her already. I mean, that's what she's been waiting for all along right?

I was fully clothed while she stood completely naked except for the one bear sock on her left foot.

Vulnerable. Beautifully vulnerable.

With that I whispered slowly to her face.

"Yes Weasley, I'm going to fuck you. Hard. Very hard."

And with that I threw her leg above my hip then with another swift moment had the remaining leg wrapped around me. Her body ached for me as much I ached for hers.

So I let my hips take over to thrust into her in that exact moment.

"Uhh," she lustfully slipped out.

I moaned loudly as the weight of her slowly inched herself deeper and deeper into me.

"Oh fuck," I moaned loudly.

She breathed down my neck in huge breaths. All I could feel was her warmth surrounding me, making me feel something I remembered as 'happiness.'

Her breasts bounced up and down with every thrust, I knew her moans were louder than they needed to be but I didn't mind at all, it made me harder with just the thought of still having the ability to create this pleasure. She huffed in my ear while holding on to me for dear life.

"Fuck, Weasley," I spat.

Her huffing got faster as my hips moved faster and faster with each movement.

I felt a sharp pain on my shoulder right her head was. Was she biting me?

Faster and faster I went.

I felt it building up in my belly; I was close…very close.

With a couple of slow but hard movements I closed my eyes and felt a flush of relief overwhelm me.

My breathing was lowered to nothing, and soon my hard length was soft again.

She groaned once again as I lifted her off of me.

I let her slide onto the ground slowly.

I wasn't going to stay with her any longer than I needed to be.

While zipping my trousers I ran my hand down my hair fixing it and feeling droplets of sweat building up from this intensity of what had just happened.

"I'll see you around," I blankly stated.

From the corner of my eye I could see her baffled face. She looked incredibly confused by my need to leave. Did she expect me to sit with her and cradle her or what? I was an engaged man.

"What that's it?"

"Yes," I replied turning my back to her.

I walked with a slow pace leaving a naked still sweating Weasley on the ground.

"What the fuck, Malfoy?"

I didn't need to reply; I just kept walking.

All it was to me was a good shag and that was all. Nothing more. I was an engaged man that didn't need to be involved emotionally with anyone other than my priorities.

With that said, my only priorities at the moment were graduating and my future family. Otherwise I couldn't care less about anything else.

June 13, 1997

I hate you.

My eyes rolled around at the sound of Granger's inner thoughts.

Her morning reminder was always the way to start the day off well. Especially because her reminders were usually a way to remember exactly how much I hated myself too.

To be frank, I loathed myself as much as she loathed me.

Why? Because her thoughts were more of an influence than mine.

Thank you for that, Granger.

No problem at all.

I smirked.

We seemed to be getting along much better now.

She was moved into the Malfoy Manor and actually getting quite alone with everyone. I knew for a fact Father was tolerating her for the sake of Granger's and mine.

I wasn't quite sure about Mother though. She could very much go either way.

"Yo Malfoy."

I felt myself jerk up out of my thoughts.

"Huh what?"

He jumped on my bed with a smile that already meant business.

"What now, Blaise?"

He started laughing. "So did you hear?"

"Nope," I answered rubbing my eyes.

He was fully clothed in school attire already. Was I late again?
I got up to get my clothes and things ready.

He started laughing first, "So guess who is being punished for being naughty last night."

I smirked with my back turned to him. The Weaselette.

"Can't, tell me."

He laughed even harder than before.

"Ron's Weasley's little sister, Ginny! Shit man, professor found her in the halls naked and fucked. No idea who they guy was though, but man, Draco." He shook his head, "From what I've been hearing, the sight was so bad she might be facing expulsion or either just a couple of suspended days-but she'll be helping Filch clean all week maybe?"

I chuckled.

"Ah! I knew this one would make you smile!"

I kept chuckling.

"How's the Weasel taking all of this?"

He started choking almost immediately, "He wants to kill someone. He very much wants to murder someone. Whoever left her in that distress… ooooh,…oooh Malfoy, they are in for a treat!"

I smirked even harder.

Idiots. All of them idiots.

I, for one wasn't worried at all. I mean why would the ginger girl start talking? No girl wanted to be known as that girl. The girl that fucked the engaged man with a very much pregnant fiancé, I mean.

It just sounded bad in all ways.

Besides, supposedly the girl was suppose to be best friends with Granger.

Fucking idiots.

"Cmon lets go eat," I said as I pulled on the last piece of my clothing.

Blaise looked at me with a look that read 'not bad all over it, "You look good, Malfoy."

I smirked once again.

We hurried to the Great Hall for breakfast.

While we sat at our usual spot, Potty and Pansy sat down all of a sudden.

I was taken aback.

Potter and I stared each other down.

"What are you looking at?"

"You."

Blaise and Pansy's heads popped up.

"Fucking knock it off you two."

We glared at each other for a few good seconds before returning to our plates.

It could have been awkward for a while but Pansy saved it, "So Harry, did you hear?"

Potter rolled his eyes in annoyance. He was probably already asked plenty of times now, "Yeah. I did."

Pansy laughed, "So what do you think about it?"

He rolled his eyes once again, feeling as if he needed to avoid the conversation, but there was really no fucking way.

We wanted to know how he felt about the girl he lost virginity to getting expelled/getting caught fucking.

"I really can't say, Panse." I made a face at the nickname without anyone noticing, "I'm fucking embarrassed to be associated with that whore. Like who in the hell fucks in the middle of the hall?"

I cleared my throat, "Actually, that's a quite popular spot if you didn't know."

Only Potter looked back at me, Pansy and Zabini ignored the comment as if it was any other regular vulgar comment from me.

"Now, how the fuck would you know, Malfoy?"

I laughed grabbing a piece of bread in the process, "I'm fucking Draco Lucius Malfoy. That's how."

Potter rolled his eyes. He thought I was joking now. Ha.

I was good. I knew I was. Just no one else did. And that was just great.

I still hate you, Malfoy.

I nodded.

I know.

Honestly, this whole talking to each other in our minds could have worked out amazingly, but, because she hated me with such a burning passion, all she would leave were friendly reminders on how much I ruined her life.

I was trying. I really was. But everything I did would go unnoticed or either turned around into something evil of some sort.

I hated myself. I really did.

Within a second of that last thought, a hoard of letters fell from the sky.

A stack of papers landed right in front of me.

One of a newspaper, gringott's letter and one from Mother.

My eyes immediately went the last letter. Mother always sent me letters when I was younger, but now it was rare.

"Is that from your Mum, Draco?"

I nodded in response.

"Read it out loud, maybe she'll tell you about Hermione and how's she doing."

I nodded again. Curiosity made me rip the letter right open. What did she have to say to me?

Draco,

My dear son, I've missed and yearn to see you soon again. I know it's been a while since I've written to you but I wanted to tell you how much I love you. You're growing up too fast for my liking but it was never up to me. I respect your choices and will always agree with you when needed.

Moving on to what I wanted to tell you more about is your future wife. Hermione Granger. Beautiful girl. I don't how else to tell you but you couldn't have picked a more excellent woman for yourself and for our family. To me, her blood is no issue, especially when she as a witch has so much more to offer as mother and companion.

We've spent days picking out more outfits and listing out names for the babies.

After so much fussing, I got her to add your name to one of the babies. You want to guess?

Let me just tell you, Adrion Draco Malfoy. That's our baby boy right there, excuse me- your baby boy. Our last girl has been a bit of a struggle though. We're still not sure but we got a couple of names already.

I just cannot express exactly how much I'm excited for this to happen. Hermione is a delight! You know exactly how to pick them. Better than I expected I may say. I'm proud of you and I'm just grateful at the fact that I raised you well enough to pick a woman that I'd just love. Obviously not as much as you love her, but enough for me to want to call her a daughter!

I'll write to you more often, I promise. Well, I'll be off shopping with Hermione.

Love,

Mother xoxo (Hermione taught me that, in the muggle world it means 'Hugs and Kisses'!)

I stared at the paper blankly.

Everyone's stares bore into me with curiousity.

"Well?"

I looked up at an angered Blaise. I guess he was waiting for me to read it out loud for a while.

"Well what, Zabini?"

He replied, "What's the letter say?"

I shook my head slowly.

"It doesn't say anything."

"Nothing?"

I stood up, "No. Nothing."

Grabbing my things, I turned back on them all and made my way out.

Granger. Fucking Granger.