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Bittersweet	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 32892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Draco had kicked Potter once for good measure before joining the rest of his house in the Great Hall.

He hated being spied on almost as much as he loathed being bound to another. Even now the Dark Mark burned beneath his skin, a telling sign of his loyalties but a damnable reminder that he was still not his own man.

As he had watched everyone drinking their pumpkin juice and laughing like fools he had thought longingly of his fire whisky up in his rooms and imagined what it would be like to turn all those smiles into horrified cries.

His lip curled and he glanced up, just in time to see the mudblood laugh at something the Weasel had said.

He had indeed changed his clothes after their run-in, before donning his house colors. How dare she look so…so happy in the face of his apparent dislike.

For all he hated the trio, Granger held a special place for his dislike. If Weasley represented the shame of the purebloods and Potter was the enemy then Granger was a physical reminder of all of Malfoy’s inadequacies—because he could never accept a filthy muggle witch like her as anything but the trash she was—yet she challenged him constantly through her achievements.

He wanted to make her aware of how so beneath him she was, yet it seemed his taunts had lost their luster lately.

Which only made him hate her all the more—the other two he could rile with such ease, but not her. She was so bloody indifferent and happy. Always happy.

Turning, he found Zabini watching him.

“Galleon for your thoughts?” The darker boy, tanned from his Mediterranean roots, smoothly asked.

Draco redirected his gaze to focus on the stage, “I was merely imagining myself in more…serene surroundings.”

Zabini did not believe him at all but he played along with the game, “Perhaps your serenity might be pierced by the cries of a lady?”

Despite himself, a thin smile appeared on Draco’s face, “Perhaps. Do you have anyone in mind?”

“There are Slytherins aplenty, of course, always willing. But perhaps you might wish something more challenging? Perhaps a Ravenclaw?”

Malfoy tilted his head sideways, as if considering what his friend had to say, “No, I don’t have the patience for that. Can you procure a Slytherin for me? A virgin? Willing, too.”

“Willing is easy, but virgin, that may be slightly more difficult. Do you care how young it is?”

“Not particularly, so long as it looks like a female.”

Zabini chuckled, “That I can do.”

After Dumbledore’s cryptic speech warning everyone of invading darkness, yada yadayada yada, Draco made his way upstairs.

Zabini delivered as promised, the girl was willing, if a bit smaller than he desired, but her tits were a pleasant handful.

He ploughed into her, fucking her mercilessly.

When he finished, he pulled out and unceremoniously pushed her away.

The girl was frozen for a moment, as if unsure of what to do in the face of his rage, but pulled herself up into a sitting position and shakily laughed, “Wow, that was intense.” She moved to touch his arm, but he hissed, “Don’t touch me.”

She flinched, as if struck, and rolled over away from him.

Malfoy rose and quickly pulled on a pair of trousers just as a knock sounded at the door, and he pulled on a jacket, still shirtless, and filched for a Wizard’s cigarette, using wandless magic to light it just as Zabini walked in.

The move was almost choreographed, and the girl on the bed—whose name he could not remember, was clearly confused, “I don’t underst—“

“He likes to share.” Zabini cooed, and her eyes widened.

Malfoy didn’t stay to watch. He was already moodily walking down the hall towards the dungeons—they never did assignations in their rooms. That invited a kind of intimacy neither boy wanted.

The scent of sex was still in his nostrils as he strode down the corridor and he had the sudden desire to rid himself of the slags scent, so he murmured a quick scourgify.

He rounded a corner and stopped short when he caught sight of Weasley and Granger talking heatedly in the corridor.

Neither one looked happy, which made Malfoy happy.

“Ron, but you can’t—“

“Hermione, I can’t talk right now. Would you please just let me see what she wants?”

Her jaw dropped, and her lower lip trembled, “I think we both know what she wants Ron.”

He threw his hands in the air, “Hermione, you’re being ridiculous. I’ll see you later, alright?”

Hermione watched him go, clenching her fists until they were white. Oh why was she so hopeless? Why was Ron so dense?

She wiped her eyes, and forced herself to breathe. She would not cry.

Malfoy, from his position, did not say anything, although a million different insults just waiting to be used ran through his mind.

It was so rare to be in the same vicinity as her and not be the one to make her upset, but since he had so little affect on her lately, he was both pleased to see her upset but at the same time irritated that Weasley had robbed him of his thunder.

She turned her back and made her way down the hall.

Malfoy waited until she rounded the corner before continuing on. Rather discomforted by his hesitation to seek her out and humiliate her, he cruelly hexed the first student he came across—he dully noted they were not of Slytherin and therefore open sport.

Of course, being Slytherin did not mean they were thick as thieves like the other mediocre houses—but there was a certain kind of loyalty within the walls of Hogwarts.

Kicking the student—a boy—in the stomach that he nearly cast up his accounts, Malfoy felt some of his mood restored before retiring to a peaceful slumber.
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