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For the Love of Malfoy	By : emisloser Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 31738 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Welcome, students, welcome to another year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Now that we have finished the sorting, I would like to announce the students who will be holding the positions of Head Boy and Head Girl this school year."

Hermione held her breath.

"With great pleasure, I would like to announce that, Hermione Granger will be taking the position of Head Girl-"

Bliss. Pure, unadulterated, bliss. It hit her like a wave and flooded over her body until she could no longer hear the Gryffindor table yell with pride, or Harry and Ron congratulating her. It was a symbol of everything that she had worked for up to this point. All of the late nights of studying and the extra work...It was perfect. Everything was perfect -

"-and the position of Head Boy will go to Draco Malfoy."

Silence.

No. no no no no. This - this can't be right...Malfoy?

She turned her eyes towards him, and his turned towards hers. A smirk spread over his lips as he slightly lifted his head, and her mind snapped a picture. This is how she will always remember Draco Malfoy - a pureblood prat who was born into this world to make hers a living hell.

-2 months later-

In 1422, a phoenix tail was used in a potion created by a wizard named Henry Coblestone. After sprouting a pair of wings and a beak, The Department of Magical Creatures and Potions deemed the phoenix tail a dangerous additive, thus finalizing the Ministry's decision on making it illegal to use in potions, which then led us to the alternative, veela feathers, proving to be a much less potent remedy.

Finished. With a loud yawn and a stretch of her back, Hermione closed her books and stood up from the table she had been sitting at for the last 4 hours. She turned towards the staircase leading up to her room and cringed. Far too much effort for this late at night.

Yawning again, she made up her mind and drug her feet toward the large couch in front of the common room's warm, crackling fire. She had spent many nights here, mostly due to her late night study sessions. And she needn't worry about Draco coming back anytime soon, seeing as how he hadn't been around for nearly a week.

Blinking heavily, Hermione let her mind travel to last two months. They had been somewhat uneventful, surprisingly. Malfoy hadn't spoken a word to her, and she hadn't spoken one to him. The only correspondence they shared was through letters, dividing up the work load and preparing the prefect meetings. Even in the meetings, they avoided speaking to eachother, but rather to the group of perplexed prefects. They rarely passed eachother in their common room. When one was there, the other was usually out, or locked away in their room. Hermione had figured that he spent most of his time with his future Slytherin bride, talking about making little Slytherin babies and ruling the world, or something stupid like that.

Hermione giggled. If anyone deserved the school whore Pansy, It was Malfoy. A perfect match.

Hermione was suddenly pulled out of her musings by a loud bang followed by a swear word and then laughter. She peaked her head over the couch to see Malfoy stumbling in through the portrait door, looking as if he had just rolled around in the dirt for the past week. He dragged his feet, tripping a few times, towards the couch Hermione was currently occupying, totally unaware of her presence. As he turned the corner of the couch he looked down and his mouth opened in surprise, but only for a moment, before it turned back to his typical smirk.

"Scoot over, mudblood, give me some room-"

"You're drunk. How in the hell are you drunk?"

"I'm not drunk Granger" he spat, "I'm...celebrating," he said as he danced a little jig. "Now scoot your fat ass over and give me some room."

Fat ass?!

"No way, I was here first."

Draco simply shrugged his shoulders and sat down on her legs, trapping them underneath his body.

"MALFOY! Get the FUCK off of me!"

He crossed his arms and lifted his nose into the air. "...No."

"...No? Malfoy, you can have the couch. Just get off of me so that I can get the hell away from you!

"Now why would you want to do that?"

She stopped moving. He was so close. So close to her face and to her mouth and to her. Hermione's eyes traveled down to look at his lips and she couldn't help but notice how plump and inviting they looked. . he was too close.

"Get. Off." she ground out with her jaw clenched.

"Granger?"

"What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione spat.

"You want me."

She snorted. "I want you to get off of me!"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Don't kid yourself. You want me to stay right here - on top of you."

"...What are you playing at?"

"You want me, Granger. You want me to kiss your mouth and scrape my fingers down your spine. You want me to pound into your body as you scream my name."

"...What - what the fuck? Malfoy, you-are-drunk. Now GET OFF OF -"

She was silenced with his lips. The kiss was rough and powered with need. She gasped in surprise and he took the opportunity to push his tongue through her parted lips to explore the cavern of her mouth. He bit down lightly on her lip and Hermione couldn't help the small moan that vibrated through her throat.

He tastes like rum . . .

Hermione began pushing against his chest but he simply grabbed her hands and held them down. She forcefully turned her head away, but that only provided Malfoy with the bare of her neck, which he began to softly nibble.

"MALFOY!"

Hermione pushed him off of her with all of the strength she possessed and sent him sprawled out on the carpeted floor, looking up at her with eyes burning with hate and lust.

"What in the FUCK did you think you were doing??"

"I was kissing a mudblood. Don't pretend you didn't like it. I heard you moan, you little slut. That's all you are, isn't it? A dirty little slut. You try and hide it behind your books and your brains. But all you want is a real - good - fuck. What is it Granger? Teeny weenie Weasel not enough to satisfy you?"

"Malfoy . . . I hate you. You think that just because you're a pureblood DICK from a muggle hating family that you're better than me? Well let me remind you that I not only have higher marks than you, I have talent, and I have friends, Malfoy. Real friends. You are only second best, Malfoy - second best to me. And so what if my parents are muggles? At least my parents give a damn whether I live or - "

Her sentence was cut off by Malfoy's hand around her throat.

"Do not pretend to know me or my family, mudblood," he spat. "You think that you're so smart, don't you? Well, here's something you obviously didn't know: you are worthless. You will die, mudblood, one of these days. And I will be the one to kill you."

"We'll see Malfoy. . ." Hermione said between gasps, "We'll see."

He stared deep into her eyes before he threw her back down on the couch and to turned to head for his room. He stopped at the top of the stairs and turned down to look at her.

"Sweet dreams Granger," he said, before slamming his door, leaving Hermione violently coughing on the common room floor.

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A.N.

So, I have been debating for a while whether or not I should post this puppy online. I'm pretty sensitive when it comes to my work and I figured that I'd most likely get a rude comment ( or worse, and probably more probable - no comments at all ) but then I figured, I might as well give it a go.

So if you'd like to leave a little (not mean) comment, i'd be much obliged.

Thanks for reading!

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