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Bittersweet	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 32796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Malfoy toyed with the end of his quill.

Something was…different. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something was different today.

He glanced down at his spider, which he had already transformed into a lizard.

McGognal was sitting in the front of the room, reading from a large book.

He let his gaze slide for the dozenth time across the room and rest on Granger, who not only hadn’t transformed her spider, but kept looking at Weasley.

Every time they made eye-contact, she immediately looked away.

She looked embarrassed.

She looked beautiful.

She had a secret.

Malfoy grabbed his lizard by the tale until the end came off, angry.

He was wanted to rip Weasley’s head off and hand it to her on a silver platter. He could just imagine the look of horror on her pretty face then.

His mouth twisted in an evil grin as he imagined it.

There would be so much blood, and Draco wouldn’t have to watch her snogging the red-head again—unless she had a predilection for necrofillia which he highly doubted.

He watched another tail grow on the lizard which was quite terrified and busy trying to scamper away.

It reminded him of Hermione, the way she always tried to flee him when he gave her the honor of his cock.

A new stab of jealousy pierced him.

She didn’t run from Weasley. Weasley who was weak and pathetic and didn’t have a pot to piss in. He was a fucking virgin, he wouldn’t know how to stick it in her if she wanted it; but he, Malfoy, could give it to her.

Scowling, Malfoy turned the lizard into a rock so it wouldn’t run anywhere.

What did any of this have to do with him? Who cared if she snogged Weasley, or if they even shagged each other?

He was just using her. Why the fuck would he care?

His gaze drifted towards her again, without thinking, and traveled up and down her form. Even in robes, her back to him, she provoked him.

Made him want to do nasty things to her.

Made him want to throw her down, tie her up, and shove his cock into her.

It was all her fault that he was like this. Stupid mudblood, if she were a pureblood things would not be this way.

If she were a pureblood…

He froze, for the first time imagining it.

As a pureblood, he could shag her without hiding it. He could—

Malfoy shook his head, dissolving whatever frightful and forbidden images were coming to mind.

Granger was his foe. His archfoe, more so than Potter—because she was a mudblood.

She was looking at Weasley again.

His temper was coming to a boiling point.

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Hermione left Transfiguration, nervous and breathless.

Ron caught up to her, and there was a tingle of awareness that passed through them. The air was heavy, and she suddenly wanted to throw her arms around him and kiss him, touch him, but she didn’t.

Not with so many people around.

So she settled with holding his hands, which was enough to make her melt—because she remembered where those hands had been, and what they had been doing, last night.

She never knew sex would be so awesome! Maybe it was because she was with someone she loved, or maybe they just had awesome chemistry—but whatever the case her first time had hardly hurt and had been magnificent.

Malfoy pushed them, his shoulder crashing into Ron.

“Oi!” Ron yelled, but Malfoy kept walking, without looking back.

Hermione was grateful; she loathed encounters with Malfoy. They always put her on edge and filled her to bursting with righteous indignation.

To be short, she truly did not like him.

“Let’s go see what Harry’s doing.” She said, pulling him in the direction of the Great Hall.

Harry was not eating but rather going through some correspondence.

They sat down, but the plan to pay attention to Harry was greatly overshadowed by their collective inability to stop paying attention to each other.

Harry quite literally disappeared from both of their memories.

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Malfoy watched Weasley with Hermione angrily, unable to eat.

It was disgusting to watch.

He’d never seen them behave like this.

He had the sudden impulse to run over there and tear the two apart, which alarmed him to no end.

Since when did he want to do things like that?

She leaned in and o God they were kissing.

He clenched his teeth.

He was shaking. He looked at his nails, which were nearly buried in the table.

Looking for a distraction before he did something humiliating, he performed a hex that sent pumpkin juice spilling all over the Gryffindor table—and enough people scrambling that they had no choice but to separate.

Malfoy put his head in his hands.

He was going crazy.

He needed to stop shagging Granger. It had to be because of that.

He was almost afraid.

Almost.
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