I Don't Care If You Don't Want Me
Disclaimer... is there really a point to this now that they have an auto disclaimer? oh well. I disclaim the entire world of Harry Potter.
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Warning: Explicit
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It had developed slowly. At first she had disliked him, but that was mostly because she had only recently become friends with Harry and Ron and she had believed they would drop her so fast her head would spin if she didn't. After all, they hated the blond with such a fiery passion that was rather ridiculous.
In second year when he started calling her names like "mudblood" and such, while she outwardly showed contempt, secretly she was warm and tingly inside thinking of how he went out of his way to make fun of her. After all, there were so many people that he just plain ignored. She had his attention, and she would be damned if she lost it. She had already been planning on doing her best at school but when he came in second to her in grades all the time she made sure to keep it that way.
When third year rolled around and he got hurt by Buckbeak (the horrible creature) she was ready to claw out Pansy Parkinson's eyeballs for doting on him so much; that should have been her granting his every whim. Then when they had heard him making fun of Hagrid she had seen how angry her friends were becoming. She knew they would do something to him and then he would hurt and he would get them in trouble so she took matters into her own hands and slapped him. It took three days before she washed her hand; after all it had touched *him*.
Fourth year when he had accidentally hexed her teeth she found it to be a blessing; she now was able to have the perfect smile her dentist parents had denied her. When she dressed for the Yule Ball, she did not dress up for Krum, for Ron or Harry, but for him. She wanted him to see her for who she was, and she knew she had seen lust in his eyes as he gazed at her, but Parkinson had kept her talons in him the entire night.
When Umbridge came to Hogwarts for fifth year, she was happy for him that he got to be a teacher's pet for once (outside of potions). At the end of the year she had been terribly upset to be manhandled by that bushel of a girl, Bulstrode. She knew that it was only going to be a matter of time before the Inquisitorial Squad would find them out and she had been hoping that he would have been the one after her.
The summer before sixth year she had come to the startling realization that she loved him. She loved him with every single cell of her body. More than that, with every molecular compound that made up those cells. He was in her cytoplasm, in her mitochondrion, in her very nucleus. It was definately not the school girl crush she had previously believed it to be. He wouldn't leave her mind for more than minutes a time. She lived and breathed Draco Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy. His very name was sex itself. Every time she had touched herself it was to his face, so refined, with grey eyes that could penetrate right into the depths of her soul, white blond hair that the angels would leave heaven just so they could bask in its sheer beauty. Not to mention his body. Lord have mercy, what a body. Whenever Slytherin had a quidditch game she would practically cream herself staring at his taut, muscular but lithe body that was only accentuated by the tight uniform. When he had been created, perfection had finally been achieved. It was to thoughts, nay, dreams of him that she took her own virginity with a vibrator, imagining the he was the one within her, possessing her.
Now it was the middle of sixth year and Harry wouldn't shut the bleeding hell up about what Malfoy must be up to. At least no one was paying him any mind on the matter; not even Dumbledore. Every activity she found herself immersed in was just a ploy to get her mind to think on something other than him, even if only for a few seconds. Over the last month she decided that she had to have him for herself, even if it was only for one night the memory of it would sustain her forever; she just knew it.
And so she started to plan. She knew that he would put on his regular bravado should she approach him, so she would have to find a way of subduing him, even if only at first. She would definately have to do something to get Parkinson away from him. Sneaking into the restricted section at night she found a book that had just the potions she would need. The one for him would take a week to brew whilst the one for Parkinson would take only a couple of hours. On second thought, she looked for one to drink down herself. Finding the exact right one, she was pleased to see that it would take less than a day to brew. Now to go about getting the ingredients.
A month later the potions were all brewed. She now just had to wait for the right time. She felt a little guilty about the way she was going about it, but she loved him and he needed to know exactly how much.
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The date was decided upon. February thirteenth. She would slip Parkinson's potion into her drink at the prefect meeting when no one was looking and then come upon him when he was doing rounds. The female Slytherin prefect would be too sick to accompany him and he would be alone.
When the day finally arrived, she was giddy with anticipation. So far everything was going perfectly, down to the minute detail. Parkinson was stuck in the hospital wing with a stomach but that was just a tad bit worse than the norm so the regular cure didn't work. She would be fine in the morning but until then she was under the diligent care of Madame Pomfrey.
She dressed for the occasion, a form fitting button down green jumper and a short black pleated skirt. No undergarments this night. She pulled her unruly hair into a long french braid, applying cherry lip gloss and a slight amount of green eyeshadow to her face. Nothing dramatic, just an understated beauty. The last thing she did before leaving the room in her long school robes was to down the fertility potion she had made herself. It didn't taste all that great, but hopefully it would do the job.
Nobody noticed her slip out of the common room; they were all too busy with either studying or enjoying some well deserved down time. She found him in a deserted corridor on the fourth floor. She had cast a silencing charm to her black pumps so he wouldn't hear her coming towards him. When she was finally behind him she firmly placed her hands on his arms and smuggled his shocked form into the nearest classroom.
He finally found his breath when she had spelled the room locked and silenced. "What the fuck are you doing Granger? I'm doing my rounds so if you don't mind I have much better things to be doing right now instead of being locked in a classroom with the likes of you." There was a sneer firmly planted on his face as he spoke. Is was really just so sexy the way he could get his lip to rear up that far on his perfect face.
She stunned him, quickly conjuring a large pillow for him to land on. Once she was satisfied that he was unharmed from the fall she poured the final potion down his throat before enervating him. When he came to he was even more annoyed than before. "Okay, now what was that about, mudblood?" he asked as he gracefully but quickly got back up to his feet.
"Nothing, love," she purred.
"Love? What the hell are you talking about, love?" Oh, he was just so full of questions. It was just so endearing.
"I love you, Draco," she responded as she stepped towards him, a hand out to touch the soft silk that he called hair. He stepped back from her until he hit the professor's desk, forcing himself to sit on it. There was something in her eyes that he found highly unnerving.
"What do you mean you love me, Granger? This is some kind of joke set out by Potty and Weasel, isn't it?" He was just barely able to cover up the trepidation he felt with a snide resonance to his voice, but she was undeterred.
"No, they don't know I'm here," she smiled at him. It was the sweetest smile she had ever smiled but to him it was nothing short of menacing. "And when I say I love you, that's what I mean. I love you, Draco Malfoy. I always have. I just thought that it was about time that I told you." She stopped for a second before adding an afterthought, slightly cocking her head to the side. "And showed you."
He started to protest, but a weird feeling was encompassing his body. He could feel himself start to harden at the sight of her. At the smell of her. What was wrong with him? What had she done to him? He tried to move off of the desk but she was right there, pressing up against him. "Something wrong, love?" she asked gently seeing the conflict in his eyes.
"No nothing's wrong, and don't call me love you crazy bitch!" he spat out at her.
"Bitch, hmmmm? Is that really what you want, to take me like a dog?"
"What! No, that isn't what I want! I want to be back in my room sleeping and waking to find this is just a horrible dream!" Even as he said the words, he knew his body disagreed with them one hundred percent. His body wanted her every which way and then some. It was rooting him to the spot on which he sat, not letting him leave the room. Not letting him leave her.
She pouted at him, opening her eyes wide. "Now, now, Draco. There's no reason to be mean. You know you're going to enjoy this just as much as I am."
"Enjoy what?" he asked hesitantly not really wanting to know the answer. She started to rub his groin with her hand through the fabric of his bottoms and his school robes. With her free hand she was undoing the clasps of her own robes.
"See love, you're already hard for me. I knew you wanted me as much as I want you." She took her hand away from him and finished removing her robe before she started on his. He wanted to stop her with every fiber of his being, but his well trained muscles weren't listening to him at the moment; he was letting her undress him. He felt like throwing up just at the thought.
"Granger, you don't want to do this. I don't want you to do this."
"Your cock says otherwise," she observed.
"That's only because you did something to me when you had me knocked out." The strain in his voice was now evident. There was obviously something wrong with her. Perhaps she had been imperiused. This was definately the Hermione Granger he had looked down upon all these years. This Hermione Granger was downright scary.
"Tish tosh," she answered his accusation in a sing song voice as she completely removed his robe and started on the shirt that was beneath it, easily pulling it over his head.
"What's wrong with you?" he demanded before the more complicated synapsis of his brain shut down leaving him with only desire for her. She could see the change immediately in his body language as the lust potion kicked in full swing and when she moved in to finally, finally kiss his soft lips he got to her first, pulling her even closer to him as he stood up off the desk onto the floor.
She undid the clasp at the front of his trousers letting them drop to the floor as he unbuttoned her sweater, catching her nipples in his mouth eliciting a throaty moan to escape her. She then took the liberty to divest them both of their remaining clothes before running her hands all over his body. The reality of it trumped any dreams or daydreams she had ever experienced.
As he moved his mouth upwards to plunder her mouth with his tongue she raked her nails along his back while pressing her stomach against his cock. His hands had firmly clutched onto her hair but he let loose his death grip to slowly move them down the back of her body until they caught her ass and squeezed hard forcing her impossibly closer to him.
She broke the kiss to move her lips and tongue down his throat and fixated on his collarbone. He picked her up and sat her down on the desk where he had been not fifteen minutes previous pullin her legs up to either side of his hips. She lifted them even higher so her ankles were clasped around his waist as he slid into her without stopping until he was fully within her.
As he started to rut into her, her ankles came apart from each other and he slung his arms under her legs forcing them above his shoulders. Their lips met once again in a passionate kiss that would melt the most solid ice. When his hot seed spilled into her channel she cried out in satisfaction as he grunted his release.
Despite the ejaculation he was still rock hard and she urged him to his back on the desk. Once they switched their postions she sat down on his cock and started rocking on him when he was completely inside her. Soon she was riding him like she was the jockey of the winning mare at the Kentucky Derby. One of his hands was alternating between playing with her breasts and pressing against her flat stomach while the other worked her clit until she saw stars, digging her nails into his thighs as she came around him. Not seconds later his sperm shot into her a second time.
She lay on top of him for a few minutes catching her breath before she pulled away from his now soft member. As she was pulling her clothes back on, the potion started to wear off. He looked around the room, taking in his nakedness and her state of half-dressed and groaned in disgust. Another minute later all of the effects were gone though he was still dazed and leaning over the side of the desk, his roast dinner now half digested on the floor.
Scourigifying the desk, floor, and Draco (she did herself before dressing) she blew him a kiss and smiled at him warmly before leaving him with all of his memories of the event intact as he continued to lay on the desk in complete shock.
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Some time later, Hermione blackmailed Lucius Malfoy and Draco was forced to marry her because she became pregnant... People believe that Draco took advantage of Hermione and it was all a trick by the Malfoys to save himself from Azkaban. Now Hermione is free to do whatever she wants with Draco and he is terribly afraid of her even though he can't get over the night of the incident. The Malfoys had to change sides for fear of their half-blooded grandson's life and what Voldemort would do to them. Years later, Lucius and Narcissa died. Hermione becoming leader and matriarch of the Malfoy family that later became known as the Granger family, the next Minister of Magic. With 3 children Scorpius, Lyra and Leo, both Gryffindors. With Draco banned from having contact with other women. The Weasleys and the others are suspicious; they still don't know the whole truth but they are content to see Hermione happy, married and advancing in her career. Pansy died mysteriously during the war, her last words were "Muddbloo.."