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When nothing lasts forever

When stupid turns to clever

Why are you surprised?

Little Know It All

Don�t cry, I understand

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Looking into the piercing blue orbs of Draco Malfoy, Hermione thought two things. That he was gorgeous, and that he was a pompous git. She scowled as she noticed the arm of Pansy Parkinson looped through his, and he smirked when he saw her reaction. Hermione turned her head away a bit childishly, and stared at the door leading to Potions. Why was Slughorn not here when she needed him to be? But he could pop up inconveniently
She began impatiently tapping her foot, arms automatically crossing under her breasts.
�Well look who it is, it�s the little Mudblood. Why aren�t you off with your little boyfriends, Mudblood?� Pansy sneered.
Hermione�s jaw clenched, and she turned to see Pansy. It took all she had not to snap, but she took a deep breath. She smirked cruelly when she remembered the power she had, and she gave the pug-like girl a cold glare. �A week�s detention, Parkinson.�
�What?! You can�t do that!� Pansy shrieked. Hermione�s smirk just changed to a sweet smile, and Pansy looked to Draco. Hermione did as well, and was surprised to see him staring coldly at Pansy as well. �Drakie! Tell her she can�t do that!�
�She can, actually. She is Head Girl.� Was Draco�s only reply, with a slight hint of amusement to his tone. He really didn�t like Pansy as much as he made seem, and he didn�t like that she�d said that to his little conquest. She was completely useless, as far as he was concerned, and at least Hermione was a challenge for him. She was just extremely easy. Pansy�s mouth dropped.
�Well you�re Head Boy, can�t you reverse it?�
�Maybe you should just watch what you say, Parkinson?� Hermione said in a sickeningly sweet voice. Draco shook with silent laughter, and she had to bit the inside of her lip to keep from smiling proudly at him. Why would she even want to do that?
Pansy�s face turned cold then, and she opened her mouth to reply, but luckily right then Professor Slughorn decided to make his entrance. �Children, children, enough fighting! In, in!� He shooed them in the Potions door, where Hermione took her seat that she now would reside by herself in, as Ron and Harry usually sat by her. Draco and Pansy sat a few seats from her. She glanced up to the board, trying to ignore Draco as well as he could. As she began scribbling down the notes as to what they were beginning that day, she found it hard to concentrate. Why did he have this effect on her? Why? And why him? Of all people, why Draco Malfoy?

She fought the urge to sigh out loud, and just continued on writing her notes as the rest of the seventh year Slytherins and Gryffindors piled into the room.
Draco was writing his notes down, as well. Though every now and then he would glance up at Hermione. She was bent over her desk, intently jotting down the notes and a look of concentration on her face, as if she were thinking hard about something. He fought the urge to chuckle. She was such a little bookworm. He glanced to his side at Pansy, who wasn�t even bothering to write the notes down. She�d just leave all the work to whoever was unlucky enough to be her lab partner. He really got annoyed by her sometimes. All she was good for was some quick release, and even that was getting boring. And he had a feeling that after what had happened the previous night...He was so fascinated by Hermione. He couldn�t explain it, even to himself. All he knew was he enjoyed messing with her...but that wasn�t all he wanted. He wanted to make her smile...but at the same time, he wanted to...well, dominate her. Make the Little Know It All succumb to him. He wanted to make her his...and he would. He swore to himself that he would. The night before was definitely a good start. If he could keep making her believe she was dreaming... No. That wouldn�t work again. He�d have to think of some excuse to enter her room tonight.
But that was all in good time. It was only the first class of the day, he had all morning an afternoon to think of a plan. And even if he really couldn�t think of anything too wonderful, she�d given into him fairly easily the night before. No, he wasn�t too worried.
When Slughorn began speaking, he drifted off into some place inside his head, beginning to attempt drawing a plan together for the night. When he heard his name called, he snapped to attention in time to hear Slughorn�s next words. �Draco Malfoy, you will be paired with Hermione Granger.�
Draco couldn�t stop the smirk that rose to his mouth. Oh, this was going to be fun.
Hermione groaned, her face falling and her head dropping onto the table. Why? Why could she not escape him? She felt a hand slide over her shoulder, and she brought her head up in time to see Draco smirk. �Hello, lovely. I guess we�re going to be seeing even more of each other now.�
�Don�t touch me, Malfoy.� She shrugged her shoulder, making his large, slender hand drop. He raised an eyebrow at her, but she just glared. She stood up, and began getting the ingredients they would need together. She jumped when he leaned against the table next to her, casually crossing his arms and looking at her with an amused look on his face. He spoke in a voice low enough that no one but she would hear.
�You didn�t have a problem with me touching you last night.�
That was it. Hermione whirled, and faced him, pointing a finger in his face, her face flushing in aggravation. Her tone was sharp, and angry, but her voice soft enough that no one would overhear her words. �Let�s get one thing straight, ferret. You may think whatever you want about what took place last night, but under no circumstances do I ever want you touching me ever again. Obviously, whatever you did last night was just a game to you. So just stay in your place, and I�ll stay in mine okay?�
Draco�s face fell slightly. He wanted her to feel he was just toying with her, but he wanted her to want him too. Did she not want him? No, of course she did. But he would have to convince her this wasn�t just a game, if he could continue his...well, game. He opened his mouth to ask her if she thought he would really waste his time, but she shook her head.
�Save it, Malfoy. Let�s just get this potion done.� And with that, she turned and began the work.
He was speechless. He did want to make her his, but at the same time...He wanted it to be fun for her, as well. He wanted her to want him and hate herself for wanting him, but want him all the same. He did want to just toy with her, but she would like it. He wanted to do things to her she�d never dreamt of, and he wanted her to love it, but hate him for doing it and making her love it. He wanted to make her...then break her. And he would. He smirked, and allowed her to do the potions work. He began chopping up some beetle�s eyes, as the potion called for them. He was actually shocked that Slughorn was allowing them to do this potion. Before it was at it�s final stage, if it was spilled, it was like acid and would burn whatever it touched. But he wasn�t worried. Hermione Granger was his partner, and she never messed anything up.
Suddenly, he had an idea. She�d been unbelievably responsive last night, when he�d bitten her hips while he pleasured her with his mouth, and he wondered if that was a soft spot for her? He�d have to find out. He smirked. He could only imagine her reaction to him doing that in class. So, he patiently waited. His little game would continue, whether she liked it or not, until she gave in to him.
When it seemed that they were done with the potion, she�d let him help only very little as she obviously did not trust him, he cleaned up while she gave the concoction it�s final stirs. He looked up at her, noticing the way she stood with one hip stuck out, and how that highlighted the soft curve of her waist, the luscious breasts about that drawing him in as well. She was not extremely busty, but they were just big enough to fit nicely in his palm. He�d have to test that, later. For right now, he wanted to test is current theory. He had to find out how her body worked, and what it�s reactions and likings were, if he were going to get what he wanted.
He moved up silently behind her, glancing around to see if anyone was watching. No one was. They were all too absorbed in their own potion, and when he was sure that she was too distracted to notice him as well, he leaned forward, pressing his hard chest into her back. He curled both of his hands around each of her hips, digging the tips of his fingers into the soft spot next to the bone and rubbing in circles, leaning down and licking the shell of her ear softly as he whispered in a silky, seductive voice. �Did you ever consider that maybe I really do want you, Granger?�
Hermione gasped, and almost jumped out of her skin. It all happened so fast. She dropped the vial she�d just finished putting the potion into, and it exploded with a loud banging noise, slopping all over her robes. She screamed as it worked like acid on her robes, burning through them and going onto the skin of her stomach, shoulders and arms.
Draco jumped back at her scream, eyes widening. He hadn�t meant to do that, he didn�t realize she�d had the vial in her hand. He wracked his brain for something to do, until he finally settled on spurting water from his wand, washing the acid off.
Hermione stood with her arms slightly akimbo, jaw open in shock. There was a large hole in the stomach of her robes, as well as a few patches on her arms and shoulders, and one over her chest that looked like he�d gotten to it in time before it burned through her bra. Her skin was on fire. Her eyes blazed with anger as she looked at Draco, shrieking, �You absolute MORON!�
He held up his hands, as if trying to be innocent. �I didn�t do anything!�
�You- You- OH!� Hermione was so frustrated she didn�t know what to say, and tears rose to her eyes as she realized everyone in the classroom was staring at them, and her chest was basically exposed. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking to Slughorn. �Professor, may I go up to my dorm and change, please?�
�Of course, Miss Granger.� The Potions professor answered, and Hermione, tears falling from pain and embarrassment, snatched her bag off the floor, and scurried out of the classroom.
Draco stared in her wake, jaw slightly open. He hadn�t meant for that to happen...
But he smirked as he figured out a way it could work to his advantage.
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Later that night, Hermione laid on her bed, wearing a comfortable blue tank top and black sweatpants that didn�t aggravate her burns. She had a few. The potion had only burned the top layer of her skin, and it wasn�t too bad, but whenever something brushed against it, it sent jolts of pain through her. She sighed, and rested her book upon her knees. She heard a soft knock on the bathroom door, and she scowled. There was only one person that would be, and her suspicions were confirmed when he opened the door slightly, peeking his silver blonde covered head in. �You know, I don�t know why they ever bother with the password protected doors when you can come in through the bathroom anyway.� Her voice was snappish and irate.
�May I come in? I have something for you.� Draco answered. He was getting hard at the mere idea of what he was about to try. And it really would make her feel better too. He saw the skimpy shirt she was wearing, and it was all he could do not to stare at the beautiful mounds of her cleavage.
Her scowl increased. �I think you�ve caused me quite enough trouble for one day, Malfoy.�
�Hermione, come on.�
She made a sound that was slightly like an �ugh�, and rolled her eyes. �Fine, then, but make it quick.�
He smirked, and entered, closing the bathroom door behind him. He had a bowl filled with Murtlap Essence in it, to rub on her wounds. He sat on the mattress next to her, facing her. �It�s -�
�I know what it is, thank you.� She snapped. �My thanks, Malfoy, now get out.�
�Granger, quit the hostility and take your shirt off.� He got his desired reaction when her eyes grew huge, and she sat up rather quickly.
�How DARE you-� She cut herself off as she winced, her burns being aggravated by her sudden movement.
Draco took advantage of this, and dipped his fingers in the sticky liquid, rubbing a little over her shoulder. She moaned as the throbbing immediately ceased. He grinned. �See?� And he continued placing it on whatever burn he could find, that was exposed. �I sincerely do apologize. I am very sorry for causing you to spill the vial, I hadn�t realized you had it in your hand at the time.� She didn�t answer, just tilted her head back and enjoyed the fact that her burns weren�t bothering her now.

He noticed that the only other burns were on her stomach, and he slowly rolled her shirt up to beneath her breasts. Her eyes opened, and she scolded him with them and opened her mouth to speak, but he stopped her. �Just let me, Granger. It�s not hurting you, and I�m repenting for my sins.� He grinned again at that. She rolled her eyes, but allowed him to continue.
Hermione�s mind was going off in so many directions. Why was he toying with her? One minute he was cold and teasing, the next it seemed he was gentle and affectionate. She could not figure him out. She jumped slightly when she felt a soft kiss being placed to her hips, and looked down at him. �Malfoy...�
�Shhh. Just let yourself feel.� He put the bowl on her nightstand, and turned back to her. He made sure to keep his Murtlap covered hand away from her and himself, and he scooted up the bed, lowering his head to the harsh bruise on her neck he�d left the previous night. His tongue snuck out to lick over it, making her shudder. He couldn�t stop himself, and began kissing up her neck, to her jaw line, then her mouth. His kiss was gentle at first, and he waited until she started responding to push his limits. His tongue traced her bottom lip, before pushing into the warm cavern of her mouth. His kiss became slightly more forceful then, and his clean hand moved to her hips, rubbing small circles on them. He felt her hips buck, and his theory was confirmed. He began placing kisses down her body, until he reached her hips, biting them as he had the previous night.
Hermione�s eyes almost popped out of her head. Was this really happening? Was she dreaming again? She began to ask him why he was doing this, but right at that moment his hand slipped into her panties and he began to stroke her, sending electric chills through her and all coherent thought left her.
Draco smirked. The poor girl really must not have gotten much attention, to let him do this to her so easily. He nipped and licked every inch of skin he came across, and pulled her sweatpants and panties off easily. He moved to use his mouth as he had the night before, when Hermione jumped. �No, Malfoy, stop!�
He looked up at her in confusion. �Why?�
�Because! Because you can�t just toy with me like this! I�m not a doll you can just come and touch, and I�m certainly not a whore!� Her senses finally kicked in.
He had an argument ready for that.
�Have I asked you to touch me, or done anything that would invoke pleasure for myself?�
�Well, no...�
�Then what�s the problem?�
�The problem, Draco, is that I am a lady and you can not just touch me whenever you wish!� She growled. He was so frustrating! And the way the moonlight was glinting off him...he looked absolutely stunning, and it drove her wild. What she wouldn�t give to just be able to freely touch him...But she knew that was wrong. This was wrong.
His face hardened. �Granger, do you really think that if all I wanted was to touch you I couldn�t do it without your consent?� He moved his body up, so he was leaning over her. He moved quickly, pinning her wrists above her head, with the hand that had Murtlap on it. Her eyes widened in slight fear. Good. He wanted her to fear him. �Do you think that I couldn�t just take what I want from you?�
�Malfoy, don�t...�
He grabbed her chin, forcing her words to die off. �Shut up, bitch, I�m speaking.�
At that, she thrashed beneath him. �Will you STOP CALLING ME THAT?!�
His grip on her chin hardened. �No.�
She began to speak, but he crushed his lips to hers, making her stop. He forced his tongue into her mouth, and she eventually danced hers along his. His clean hand moved between their bodies, roaming over her soft skin, and cupping her breast roughly. He slipped it under her shirt and the cup of her bra, cupping it in his hand. He had been right. A perfect fit.
His thumb flicked the hardening nub a few times, hearing her gasp into his mouth, before he removed his lips from hers and lowered them to her breast, sucking and swirling his tongue.
Hermione couldn�t help but arch into his touch, though her mind was screaming at her that this was Malfoy. But she couldn�t bring herself to tell him to stop.
Draco�s aggressive side was fully beginning to take over, and his hand wandered down to between her legs again, and he inserted a finger inside of her. Her legs began to tremble as he forcefully pushed his finger in and almost out, repeating this at a fast pace. Her soft moans were getting louder, and he couldn�t stop himself from biting her nipple gently.
�OW!� Hermione yelled, jumping slightly.
�Shut up.� Draco mumbled, licking it to sooth the stinging he knew she would be feeling. Her soft, wet walls were beginning to tighten around him, and the urge to slam himself into her was overwhelming, but he knew if he did that now it would ruin everything. It was a miracle this was happening. As her vaginal muscles tightened even more around her, he slipped another digit inside of her, and a loud, scream like moan escaped her throat as she came, hard. It made him even harder. He longed for release, but he would not force her to do that. Not until she was willing, or it would mess everything up.
Her body shook, and he removed his fingers, looking into her eyes, as he licked them clean. The taste of her juices turned him on even more, and he sat up, looking into her eyes. They were unguarded, and held the desire she felt right there.
Hermione didn�t know what to do. She felt like this was moving all too fast, but she also didn�t want to push him away, as much as a part of her wanted to. She wanted him, and was curious as to if he would do more...But she didn�t want that. Not yet, at least. She sure as hell didn�t want to stay a virgin forever, but she didn�t want to lose it in a way like this. She wanted it to be soft and romantic. But she felt horrible. He�d gotten her release twice now, not including the dream, and she had yet to touch him. She didn�t know much, but she knew the basics. She could use her hand...
Draco growled when her small handed reached for his aching groin. He knew she was only doing it for one reason. �No.�
�Why?�
�Because. Until you�re ready, and want to willingly, not because you feel obligated, no.�
�Draco...�
�Goodnight, Hermione.� He leaned forwarded, pressing a hard kiss to her lips, before getting up and exiting. He was Head Boy, so that meant he could roam if he wished. He went straight to the portrait that would lead him to the castle, and the Slytherin dormitory wasn�t too far. He knew Hermione would be upset if he brought Pansy back to their dormitory, so he wouldn�t push that issue for right now. At the right stage, he would make sure to have Pansy there. But right now, he just desperately wanted release. His erection was actually painful.
Being Head Boy, he could also enter the girls� dormitory. He stalked right into the seventh year girls room, going to the bed he spotted to have Pansy�s trunk at the bottom, and pushed the curtains opened, leaning down and covering her mouth with his hand, shaking her awake. �Pansy.�
The small, loud mouthed girl jumped awake, eyes wide. When she saw him, she smirked, though. �Draco!�

�Come.� His authoritive tone told her she had no choice. He grabbed her arm, practically dragging her out of bed, and to the bathroom. He locked the door, spinning around to face her, before stepping so he was right in front of her and twisting his fist in her hair, leaning her head back. He bit her neck, hard, pressing his body even harder into hers, making her moan. Pansy loved when he was rough. just not too rough. Her skin was not as soft, so as silky as Hermione�s...but it would have to do. And with Pansy, he could be as rough as he pleased. He removed his mouth from her neck, whipping out his wand and mumbling a silencing charm. He knew how loud she got.
He wasn�t there to please her, or to mess around, so he got right down to it. He undid his pants quickly, ripping her slightly slutty nightgown up, and slipping a finger between her folds to make sure she was wet enough. She was.
She rose to her tip toes, trying to kiss him, while attempting to slide back onto the counter so he could penetrate her in that position, but he was having none of that. He tilted his head away from her, tightening the fist he had in her hair, swinging her around so her round rear was facing him. He forced her over the counter, so she was bent over, and he placed the swollen head of his member at her slick entrance. With one, hard thrust, he was inside of her, and he began pounding her as hard as he could, his breathing picking up.
Pansy�s moans were getting louder by the minute, and he just kept ramming his hips against her ass, sliding in harder and a little deeper each time. And suddenly, he wanted to hurt her.
He yanked her head backwards by her hair, and the hand he had around her hip that he was using as leverage lifted, smacking her ass cheek so hard it made a resounding �crack� noise that echoed off the walls. �Tell me how much you want it, slut.�
�Oh Drakie, I want it, I want it!� Pansy obediently answered. He slammed her even harder, making her cry out and shake as her orgasm swept over her.
Draco growled, not breaking his rhythm as he smacked her ass even harder. �Did I fucking say you could come?�
�No! No, Draco, I�m sorry!�
He growled again, pulling her hair once more. �You don�t fucking do anything unless I tell you to, do you understand me?�
�Yes! I understand!� Pansy cried, her body unable to handle the way he was fucking her, and her walls began constricting again as she was about to orgasm again, but she knew what she had to do. �Please, please, Draco, can I come? Please?�
�No.� He smacked her ass once more. �Do you like when I spank you like a little whore?�
�Yes!� Pansy was gripping the counter so hard her knuckles were turning white.
�Do you like when I fuck you and make you beg to feel what I�m making you feel, like the little slut you are?� Draco hissed, thrusting even harder. His aggressive side was overpowering him now, and it was too early for him to be this way with Hermione. He groaned as he thought of her, and suddenly he just wanted release as he remembered why he was there in the first place. �Come! Come now!�
She obeyed.
He lost track of how much longer it took him, but after the fourth time of her walls constricting around him, he moaned softly and pushed into her with one last, powerful stroke and spilled himself inside of her. He�d cast the contraceptive charm on her a few days before, so he wasn�t worried. His eyes closed and he hung his head while he caught his breath. After composing himself, he pulled out of her, redoing his pants. He looked at her and cupped her cheek. It was the only real affection he could give her right now, distracted by that damn bookworm as he was. �This was fun.�
And with that, he turned and left, heading back to the Head dormitory, thoughts of Hermione plaguing him.
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Authors Note: I feel I must explain something. He wants to break Hermione, and he wants to dominate her, but there�s also a part of him that wants her, truly wants her. He just doesn�t recognize it. That�s where the random gentleness is coming from. And when he says it�s �too early�, that doesn�t meant because he particularly cares how she feels at this point, he just doesn�t want to push her too far that he doesn�t get his way. He�s not even sure what he wants right now though, and that�s what�s confusing him. And the harsh way he treated Pansy is what he wants to do to Hermione, and he can�t figure out what he wants more, to hurt her, or to satisfy her, so he�s trying at both. It will explain more as the story goes on.
Also, for those of you that say you can�t picture Hermione giving in this easily, the fact is that she did in the first chapter, simply because she was surprised, and she�d never been touched like this before. Draco makes sure he moves quickly, and makes her feel good right away so it�s harder for her to resist. When he�s not touching her, like in Potions for example, she gets frustrated that he has that effect on her, and that�s what�s fueling the fire between them.

Edit;; I got a review saying it seems like I'm talking about Dumbledore as if he's still Headmaster. This is completely my fault for not explaining more. Dumbledore is indeed dead, and McGonagall has taken over. But, if you noticed in the first chapter, the portrait that leads to the Head dorm is of Dumbledore, and over the next few chapters, Hermione will develop a habit of talking to the portrait instead of McGonagall for most things. This is because she still thinks of Dumbledore when she thinks Headmaster. Thank you for pointing that out though, as it will avoid further confusion!

Well, I hope you liked it! Review, if you did! It always inspires me to write more!
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