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The Dare	By : Tassanaburrfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 82898 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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WARNING!!!: As I said in the Author's note on my last chapter, this chapter deals with some pretty dark stuff. If you have any issues with anything, please proceed with caution. There is torture in this chapter as well as a very well implied rape. (I didn't go into detail because well... the rape wasn't the main focus of the chapter.) You've been warned. (And no, Draco doesn't rape anyone, so "don't get your knickers in a twist".)

The moment Hermione slumped over Draco lifted her up in a bridal hold and was carrying her. At that same time, all of the Gryffindors around him shouted and many drew their wands, pointing them at him.
“What did you do to her?!” Potter demanded.
“Relax, Potter,” Draco drawled as he adjusted his hold on the girl. “She’s just sleeping. It was the only way she was going to calm down and you know it. She’ll be fine.”
The boy with the messy hair shook his head. “She’s going to be pissed.”
Draco nodded. “And we’ll argue, even say some things to one another with the intention to hurt the other, and then she’ll see that I’m right and we’ll have make up sex,” he predicted. “It’ll all be fine. Now, Ginger, why was she trying to bite my head off just now?” he asked, his attention turned to the female Weasley standing next to Potter.
“It’s ‘Ginny’,” she corrected him. “And I don’t know why she’s angry with you. Before you came in here, she was yelling at Ron for getting Lavender pregnant.”
“Ginny!” the redheaded wizard snapped. “He doesn’t need to know that! In fact, he shouldn’t be in here at all.” He pointed his wand at the blond Pureblood again. “Now, put Hermione down and get out before I call McGonagall.”
“Or you’ll do what, Weasel?” Draco asked. “In case you’ve forgotten, I’m a Prefect. I don’t know all that’s happened yet, but it’s my job to get to the bottom of it.”
“We’ll take care of things here, Malfoy,” said a black boy Draco barely recognized. “But you need to leave. Snakes aren’t welcomed here.”
The boy shrugged. “I was leaving anyway. I just came to get my girl,” he said. “I still want to know what has her upset, though.” His eyes turned back to the young witch. “Try to learn what you can, hm? And bring me back what you find out. You know the password.”
She frowned, but nodded. As Draco turned to leave, however, he was blocked by Potter and the Weasel. He raised an eyebrow. “Move,” he said slowly.
Potter lifted his wand. “You’re not leaving with her,” he said. “You’ll set her on the couch and go.”
“Do you honestly think I’m going to leave her here with you lot? She’s my girlfriend and I’m taking her with me,” Draco announced. “If you don’t like that, Potter, then too bad. Now get out of the way before I deduct House points and give you both detentions.”
“You can’t give me a detention!” Weasel argued. “I’m a Prefect just like you.”
Draco scoffed. “A Prefect who got his girl pregnant. Think McGonagall is really going to let you keep that badge after tonight? Go take care of your girl and leave mine alone,” he spat.
“Why you?!” Weasel started, raising his wand, but was thrown back by an invisible force. He fell against the wall with a heavy thud, knocking his head hard enough to knock him out.
People stared at the ginger haired boy in shock for a moment before looking at Draco in equal amounts of shock as he approached the portal. “I’ve had enough of this,” he hissed. “Granger needs to rest and I still have a lot of work to do.” He glanced back at the young Weaslette. “When you learn anything, you’ll know where to find me. I want to know the moment you do.”
“What do you want to know?” she asked.
He paused for a moment as the portrait swung open. “Find out who told Brown about Sunday night,” he said. “Also, if you can get any information about what’s going to happen to her…? I need to know that as well so I can be prepared.”
The ginger witch nodded as she stepped up next to Potter and placed a hand on his arm when it looked as if he would move to stop Draco. “Leave him be,” she told the boy. “She’s in good hands. He won’t hurt her.”
He heard no more as he stepped onto the landing and the portrait closed behind him. He glanced down tenderly at the diminutive girl in his arms and kissed her softly on the lips. The wizard knew she wouldn’t wake for hours still, so he had time. Holding her close, he began down the stairs towards the dungeons, a dark look glistening in his eyes.
(II)(II)
He placed her gently on his bed, slipping her Mary Janes off and placing them under the bed, he pulled the covers over her, tucking her in.
“Draco?” he heard behind him.
His eyes darkened, though he did not look behind him. “Get everyone in the Common Room,” he ordered. “Now.”
He heard the boy, it had been Zabini, leave and his face softened. Still staring down at his witch, he softly brushed some hair out of her eyes and sat down on the bed next to her. For a while, he just stared at her, thinking about what he was going to do. What were his next moves?
They had only been together for three, maybe four days now. And yet, every time he looked into her beautiful face, he felt an aching in his chest he hadn’t known before. Though they had had sex, too, he craved for more. A part of him, a huge part, wanted to figure out a way to get rid of that stupid contraceptive potion she was on. He wanted her filled with his child, and one day, he vowed, she would be. That’s when he thought of the next step.
Standing up, he went to the single desk in the room and pulled out some parchment and a quill. Taking a moment to breathe, he began writing:
Father,
Hope all is well with you and Mother. For me, school is going much better than I had expected. Classes are finally actually becoming interesting, though the work load is incredible.
I am writing you because I was recently informed that you may, or may not, be in negotiations with Mr. Greengrass over an impeding betrothal to his youngest daughter. I do hope this isn’t true, Father. I know this girl personally. In fact, every boy in Slytherin knows her, if you catch my meaning. I don’t know what sort of deals you may be working on with Mr. Greengrass, but I will not marry the girl.
I have another proposition for you, however. Ever since the Dark Lord has fallen, I know you’ve been trying to find a way to get back into the Ministry’s good graces. I think I may have found the ultimate way to not only regain the Malfoy reputation, but to keep it. It may require some sacrifice, but I do believe the end result will be worth it.
Recently, I have begun dating the princess of the Golden Trio, and the longer we’re together, the more intriguing she becomes. I know what you’re thinking, but hear me out. She’s smart, beautiful, and clever. She’s considered the brightest witch in our generation, which I know you already know. She has the most amount of O.W.Ls ever recorded, each with a perfect score. Not only that, but she has surpassed me in everything. I used to be pissed, but now I can see the potential there.
She’s not the sweet and innocent girl everyone likes to think she is. She’s cunning and daring. These are also things you know. She tricked Deloris Umbridge into the Forbidden Forest where the old cunt was taken away by centaurs. She also had these kids sign an agreement that actually caused bodily harm to anyone who broke it. (Marietta Edgecomb is permanently scarred now, thanks to Granger.)
I’m sending you a small vial of her blood. I don’t know what I’m expecting you to find, but there has to be something there. I’ve never known a girl like her and I know you haven’t either, because there is no other. Despite her unfortunate birth, or maybe in spite of it, I know she would be an asset to our family. To the future of our family.
I know you’re going to bulk at this idea at first, but please consider it. Look at all she’s done, look at her history. She’s worth it, Father.
Again, I won’t marry Astoria Greengrass. She would do nothing but bring disgrace to our family name with her loose legs and love for the taste of alcohol and recreational potions.
Please send Mother my love and I’ll see you both come Christmas break.
Draco
He read over what he wrote and blew lightly on the parchment to dry the ink. It was long winded, to be sure, but he hoped he was able to effectively capture Granger’s merits enough to garner his father’s interest. Of course, he was sure that the mere knowledge that Lucius’s only son was interested in her was more than enough, but with the Malfoy patriarch, you could never be entirely sure.
Pulling a small, empty vial out of his robes, Draco returned to the sleeping girl and pulled the cork out of the vial, opening it. He used his wand to make a small laceration on her finger. Letting a few drops of her blood fall into the vial, he quickly healed her and tucked her hand back under the covers, corking the vial.
He attached the vial to the parchment with some Spell-o-Tape and, folding the letter up and sticking it in an envelope, he sealed it. Then, he tucked the letter into his robes, making a mental note to stop by the owlery so he could send it off. Checking on the girl one last time, Draco gave her another soft kiss on her lips. “This is for you, my princess,” he whispered against her lips.
He straightened his robes and let his wand drop into his hand before stepping out of the room and into the Common Room where he saw dozens of Slytherins milling about, waiting for his arrival.
“Is Ginger here?” he asked Zabini as he looked around the room, taking note of each Slytherin present and their location in relation to himself.
Zabini looked at the blond curiously. “Should she be, Malfoy?” he questioned.
Draco shook his head. “Not unless she has something to contribute.” At that moment, the portal opened and the ginger haired Pureblood entered the room. Draco gave her a pleasant smile. “You speak of the banshee and she appears,” he joked.
“I’m not a banshee,” she argued as she approached the older boy. “And don’t you dare call me…”
“So, Ginger, what news?” he asked, interrupting her with a small smirk.
Her eyes narrowed as she finished her sentence, “Ginger.” She scoffed as she heard snickering echo around the room. She rolled her eyes. “It’s ‘Ginny’, not ‘Ginger’,” she told him again, but whether he heard her was hard to say. She glanced about the room. “I want clemency,” she said, looking back at Draco. “Whatever I say cannot be used against me later on. I don’t want to be followed or attacked in the halls when no one is looking.”
“You have my protection,” the blond assured her before looking around at the various snakes. “If anyone lays so much as a hair on you, Ginger, they will answer to me. There will be no spells or curses sent to her either. Am I clear?”
Many Slytherins looked at one another, but they all eventually nodded their consent. Draco pinched his lips together and turned his attention back to the youngest Weasley. “What have you learned?” he asked gently.
The witch stared at the people in the room for a little longer, assessing her safety, Draco was certain, before she spoke. “She confessed that no one actually told her, but that she had overheard it,” she admitted. “She was walking by the Slytherin table in the Great Hal when she heard two girls laughing and joking about Hermione’s ability to, please excuse the expression, ‘give head’ to the Slytherin prince.” She looked at Draco at this.
“Who were the girls?” he pried.
She did not look at the assembly, but stared into Draco’s eyes. “The Greengrass sisters,” she admitted and several voices rose at once, including shrieks from the said sisters, accusing the girl of lying.
Draco raised a single hand and the voices died down. Ginny chanced a glance around and noticed that while many were still seething, everyone as quiet. She had no idea that he commanded that much power, that much respect.
“You’re sure?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.
Looking back up at him, she nodded. “There’s more, but I’m not entirely comfortable discussing the rest around everyone. It’s confidential information that doesn’t really need to be known by the entire castle.”
He inclined his head. “Then we’ll discuss the rest later,” he assured her. “Is she alright, though?”
Ginny pressed her lips together in a grimace. “Would you be, given the circumstances? She did express some worry that you’ll come after her, though.”
He shook his head. “She need not fear it,” he told her. “I’ve no quarrel with the girl so long as she doesn’t attack my princess again. I’ll give this attack the benefit of heated emotions of shock this time, but make sure she knows, Ginger, that a next time will not be allowed. If she attacks my girlfriend again, I will retaliate.”
Ginny gave a short nod. “Just keep in mind her condition, please,” she requested.
“Of course,” he agreed before turning back to the rest of the group. He felt, rather than saw, as the young Weasley stepped back. No doubt moving near Zabini where she felt the most protection in a room full of snakes.
Draco paced the length of the ornate Slytherin crested rug in front of him, his head bowed as he tried to bring his emotions in check. He rolled the ebony wood of his wand back and forth in his palm, letting it glide expertly along his fingers. “The moment,” he said softly, calmly, “you enter into Slytherin House as a member, you are given a list of rules you must follow and obey.” He closed his eyes so he could focus on his breathing for a moment. Blinking, he continued his pacing as he said, “One of those rules regards what happens in this House and to the members of this House.”
“Granger’s not…” one Slytherin started to protest, but Draco cut the boy off with a glare.
“I don’t care what House Granger is part of,” the blond snapped, his voice tight with his fury. “She belongs to me and, as such, is given the same rights, privileges, and respect that anyone else in this House is given.”
“She’s not even a Half-Blood,” another Slytherin stated viciously. “She’s nothing but a nasty little Mud –“
The boy’s words were cut off as Draco pointed his wand at the boy and wordlessly cast a Silencing Charm on him. “I have warned you, all of you, about what would happen if that word is used,” he growled as he stalked the boy. “Hermione Granger isn’t some common gutter snipe! She defeated the Dark Lord and continues to rank at the top of the school boards. She surpassed even me within her first year of school and can beat any one of you lot with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back. She has all the traits associated with being a Slytherin and lacks only the blood.”
He heard Weasley snort behind him, but ignored her. He knew she wasn’t going to interrupt or argue with him. Not here. His eyes darkened maliciously as he glared at the boy. He flicked his wand again and the boy went flying across the room, hitting the wall with a loud pop!
“Ginger,” Draco said, still staring at the other Slytherins. “I will meet you in the library in two hours. “
Ginny stared at the blond haired wizard, never having seen him truly angry before. “What do you plan to do?” she asked.
Draco’s eyes met hers and she could see the cold steel of fury he was holding back. “Don’t ask questions you don’t really want to know the answer of,” he warned.
She nodded slowly. Ginny knew it was better not to mettle in the affairs of Slytherins. They had their own code, their own rules. She wasn’t sure what all Draco’s were, but she wasn’t quite sure she wanted to know. “I have some research to do anyway,” she claimed.
He inclined his head. “Zabini, please make sure no harm comes to Ginger as she leaves,” he requested. “I wouldn’t want some idiot angering me even further.”
Draco watched as the youngest Weasley went to the portal, followed closely by Zabini. As the portal began to shut, he saw movement out of the corner of his eyes. “Locomotor Mortis!” he hissed, pointing his wand at the movement. A dull thud told him he hit his mark.
Certain that the ginger haired witch was long gone, Draco turned on his heel and approached his prey. Daphne Greengrass was squatting next to the prone figure, trying to help it to move.
The wizard clucked his tongue. “What have we here?” he asked. “Was Astoria actually trying to sneak out? How naughty.”
Astoria shot him a nasty look. “I did what any other witch in my situation would have done, Draco!” she spat. “I put that cow in her place where she belongs!”
He bent down so that he was eye level with the girl, knowing she couldn’t move. “And what place would that be, little girl?” he asked pleasantly.
She folded her arms as she ignored her older sister. “She belongs back in Gryffindor tower with all the other losers,” she told him angrily. “We all know your father…”
“My father what?” he growled gruffly as he stood. “Did you honestly think…? No, even you’re not that naïve…” He rolled his eyes as he grabbed her arm and forced her to stand. His face got so close to hers, he could actually see his breath blowing at the unchecked tears on her cheeks. “You forget how the war ended, little Greengrass. My father may not have ended up in Azkaban and he may still run the estate, but who do you think actually owns it? Who do you think controls it? It is my word against his and I will always have the final say.” With another flick of his wand, ropes shot out of the tip and wrapped themselves around the girl. He slapped her across the face and grabbed her chin forcefully. “I wouldn’t marry a little slut like you if you were the last pussy on this planet,” he snarled, his spittle spraying in her face. Without warning, he tore her skirts up, ripping them in the process so he could move them out of the way.
“No!” she shouted as he pushed her knickers aside and jammed two fingers inside of her.
“Draco, let go of her!” Daphne shouted and the wizard glared at her.
“Careful, Daphne,” he taunted. “Or you’ll be next.” He turned back to the younger girl, his fingers stabbing inside of her. “Hmmm… Are we a virgin, Greengrass? Or maybe…” He glanced over at Nott who smirked. Draco nodded in understanding. “Who took it?”
“Pucey,” Nott answered. “Last night while the rest of us… You and Granger were studying at the table.”
Draco’s eyes narrowed as he glanced at Pucey. “What about Parkinson?”
“We’re still together, Draco,” the pug nosed witch answered, “but unlike some, I actually have standards. I’ve granted him the right to fuck around until we marry, if he decides he still wants to marry me.”
Draco’s smirk grew at that. “You are a cruel woman, Parkinson,” he said as he turned back to Astoria. “Something tells me you haven’t had enough dick yet, Greengrass.” He then threw her to Nott and wiped his fingers clean on his robes. “You have an hour. Make her white.” A Silencing Charm was placed on the young girl as several boys gathered around her with hungry eyes as they began dropping their trousers.
“You are a sick man, Draco,” Parkinson commented as he moved to join her
“I’m not sick,” he argued. “I’m pissed.” He flicked his wand again and Daphne stumbled to him on her knees.
“Let me go,” she cried, bowing her head forward. “I’ve done nothing…”
He grabbed her hair and forced her head back so she could look at him. “What did you and your twat little sister say to my wife?” he growled. “What did you tell her to have her running back to Gryffindor upset?”
“Nothing!” the girl insisted, her face contorted in pain. “Draco, please! You’re hurting me!”
He sneered as he pulled harder at her hair. “You know nothing about pain, bitch, but you’ll learn if you don’t answer me!” he snarled. “Now tell me!”
She screamed as he jerked her head back. “Dr-Draco, pl…” she tried, but couldn’t get the words out.
Parkinson touched his arm. “Draco, give her a chance to answer you,” she suggested. “If you keep abusing her, you won’t hear what she has to say.”
He scoffed at the brunette, but threw Daphne down. The witch bowed over, using her hands to prop herself up as she choked on her own tears and coughed. Stepping on the girl’s hand, Draco took his wand out again and pointed it at her. She gasped at the pain. “Now,” he said, his voice thick with rage, “what did you and your little slag sister tell my wife?”
“We didn’t…” she screamed as he pressed his foot down.
“So help me, Daphne, I will break your fucking hand,” he hissed. “Do not make me repeat myself again.”
“We just,” she panted, “we were just t-taunting her. T-told her sh-she…” She bent her head, crying. “Please, Draco,” she begged. “That’s my sister. She… I’ll d-do anything.”
His eyes narrowed. “How did you taunt her? What was said?” he asked, ignoring her pleas for her sister. He could hear the boys grunting and moaning, balls slapping… He disregarded it all as he focused his attention back on the girl at his feet.
“W-we th-thought… Our f-father sent me and As-storia a p-p-p-… letter. Said he was talking t-to your father and that…” When she attempted to put her head down, he pressed on her hand, causing her to cry out again.
“Draco, you’ll break her hand,” Parkinson pointed out, still watching, but not intervening.
“He told you what, Daphne?!” he snapped, though he did lift his foot a little.
The girl’s blond hair fell in a shambled mess around her face, though it was short enough that Draco could still see her face well enough. Gone was the beautiful face he had seen not thirty minutes ago. Her cheeks were red and wet. Snot dripped from her nose, but she did not bring her other hand up to wipe it away.
“He t-told us,” she said, her bottom lip trembling. “He told us th-that h-he was going t-to w-w-work a deal with your f-father. As-storia would m-marry you and t-the f-f-f-families would be u-united.”
He took his foot off of her hand and she quickly sat back on her heels, clutching her hand close to her body. “He should have sent the letter to me,” he told her. “All of this ugliness could have been avoided if he had done that.” He knelt down to her level and conjured a handkerchief. Holding it out for her to take, he said, “Here, dry your eyes and think about this: for one, I never knew about your father’s plans, if I had, I would have stopped him. Secondly, I had already made plans of my own to marry Granger when I learned I would control my estates. Father knows of my intentions, though there is little he could do to stop it even if he wanted to.”
She continued sobbing, turning her head away from the offered handkerchief. “My sister,” she whispered. “Please.”
He glanced up and looked at the boys surrounding the young girl. “Tell you what,” he said conversationally. “Your sister could get into a lot of trouble if it’s found out that she’s been fooling around with a lot of blokes.” He turned his attention back to Daphne. “The rules of Slytherin House are simple. Nothing done or said within this House leaves this House. Furthermore, Granger will not find out what’s happened here today. You and Astoria will apologize to her and you will start treating her with the respect that she has earned after six years of hard work and study. She defeated the Dark Lord, too.”
“I thought Potter defeated the Dark Lord?” she whispered, letting her eyes look up at him before falling back to the ground.
Draco rolled his eyes. “Semantics,” he claimed. “He dealt the killing blow, yes, but if he hadn’t’ve had Granger there, he would have lost. She’s the brains of their little trio.” He snapped his fingers as he stood up. “Off of her,” he ordered the boys.
There were about five boys who had gathered around the little witch. She lay exhausted in a pool of semen and her own bodily fluids. Her body shook from sobs that he couldn’t hear and Draco remembered that he had silenced her.
Bending down, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. “Come with me,” he commanded as he dragged her into the boys’ dormitories. He cast a spell over Granger, ensuring she wouldn’t hear a thing and wake by accident, and then lifted the Silencing Charm from the witch in his hand.
Astoria did not fight him, though she struggled to keep her feet under her as he pulled her into the room. He stopped as they approached the bed with the sleeping witch. “Tell me who that is,” he ordered the girl.
Her back was arched as she tried to alleviate some of the pain from his hold. “H-Hermione G-Granger,” she answered.
“Wrong!” he barked, shaking her. She cried out as he growled, “That is my wife. Do you understand? Mine! She is the girl I will marry. Not you. Now. Again. Who is she?”
Tears fell freely down the girl’s cheeks. “H-Hermione…” she stuttered, but choked as she tried to say the next word.
“Say it, Greengrass,” he spat. “’Hermione Malfoy’. Say it.” He shook her head again and she lifted her hands to his hand, trying to pry herself free, but to no avail. “Say it!” he hissed angrily.
“H-Hermione Mal-Malfoy,” she stammered out.
He threw her onto the ground. “Exactly,” he growled. “Hermione Malfoy. Remember that, slag. Every time you see her, every time you decide to even try to say anything to her, remember who she is. Who she will be. She is what you will never be, slag. Have I made myself clear to you yet?”
The girl nodded, curling herself up into a ball on the ground. “Y-yes,” she whispered as her entire body shuddered.
“Good,” he sneered. “Now get the fuck out of my room before you dirty it anymore with your filth,” he snarled, staring at her naked body. “And clean yourself up. I don’t want Granger waking to see you looking like that.”
She stumbled out of the room, pushing past Nott and Zabini who had been standing in the doorway. Once she was gone, the boys entered the room along with Parkinson, Pucey, Crabbe, and Goyle. “That was a bit harsh, mate,” Nott commented as he plopped onto his bed.
“She was good though,” Crabbe admitted, reclining on his own bed himself.
Goyle sniffed. “I’ve had tighter.”
Nott laughed. “Try banging five guys and see how tight you are,” he joked.
“It’s not really that funny, Nott,” Parkinson said as she moved to sit next to Draco who had lowered himself to the floor next to his bed.
The blond rested his head on the bed, gazing up at the sleeping witch. There were tears in his eyes, but they did not fall. He was still angry, too. Angry with the Greengrass sisters. Angry with the Weasel. But mostly, angry with himself. “She must never know,” he said softly.
“She won’t,” Zabini assured him. “No one will say anything because they know what will happen if they do.”
Draco reached out a hand and brushed some hair out of Granger’s face. “I want to make the Weasel pay for what he’s done,” he admitted, his voice surprisingly calm despite everything. He clenched his fist and turned around, dropping his hand from the bed and leaning against it. “But I can’t do anything without Granger finding out.”
They all frowned, glancing at one another. “Why would she care?” Nott asked.
The blond let his head fall back against the mattress. “Because she’s Granger,” he answered. “Despite what the prick did, she still cares about him, even if she’s mad at him. Any move I make against him will send her back into his arms faster than any of us could say ‘Quidditch’.”
“That’s not necessarily true,” Parkinson argued. “I’m assuming my suspicions are correct in that Lavender Brown is pregnant with his child?” At Draco’s confirming nod, she continued, “Granger’s not about to chase a man with a child on the way. She has too many things going on in her own life. Not to mention, this budding relationship with you.”
“And how can you claim her as your wife when you’ve only been dating, what? Three? Four days now?” Nott asked. “Love doesn’t happen overnight. Especially not for someone as practical as Granger.”
“No, but there’s still plenty of time to win her heart,” Draco explained. “Which is another reason why I have to be careful on my move against the Weasel. If I just go after the sod with my wand lit on fire, I’m liable to ruin any chance I have with her. He’s not worth that.”
“So, what are you going to do?” Nott questioned, but the blond just shook his head.
“The best torture you can give him, Draco, is one you’re already doing,” Parkinson stated. When he looked at her in confusion, she clarified, “You’re dating Granger. She’s sleeping in your bed, and there’s no doubt that later, you’ll fuck her brains out. Just dating her is torture enough for the guy who thinks he owns her. The mere idea that you wet your dick with her even once a week is enough to drive him mental.”
Draco sighed. “I was actually hoping he would catch us earlier today,” he admitted. “I had found an empty classroom on the way to Flitwick’s and started shagging her on an old desk.”
“Hey, Malfoy,” Goyle asked curiously, “how long is she going to be out?”
Draco glanced up over his shoulder at the sleeping figure on his bed. “Until I wake her,” he replied. “I still have a couple more things to do before I wake her up, though.”
“Like meeting with the Weaslette?” Zabini suggested. “You know she’s waiting for you.”
Draco nodded as Parkinson smirked. “You know she hates it when you call her ‘Ginger’,” she told Draco, stifling a laugh.
He returned her smirk with one of his own. “Which is why I call her that,” he said with a wink.
The girl giggled. “I’m surprised she doesn’t kick your arse,” she said.
He shrugged nonchalant. “Because secretly, she likes it,” he pointed out. He waved a dismissive hand in the air. “She may not say it, but having her own personal pet name makes her feel special. It separates her from her brothers.”
“Yeah, because having boobs and a pussy doesn’t do that enough,” snarked Zabini, earning him snickers from the other Slytherins aside from Draco.
Draco inclined his head to the black wizard. “You make a valid point, mate,” he agreed. “But every time someone calls her, what do they say? ‘Weasley’ or ‘Miss Weasley’, especially if they aren’t familiar enough with her to call her by her given name. She has so many bloody brothers she actually has to work to show that she’s different than them in more ways than simply looks.”
“You understand her?” Nott asked, tilting his head.
Draco shrugged. “What’s not to understand?” he sent back. “I’ve observed her. And before you ask, she’s Granger’s best friend. Or one of them. Seeing that I intend to make her my wife, I find it pertinent to know as much as I can about those people she surrounds herself with. Which reminds me,” he said, sitting up. “We need to lay off on Longbottom. No more bullying him, regardless of how much fun it is.”
“Next you’ll be telling us to make nice with Potter, too,” Crabbe grumbled annoyingly.
“Potter’s Granger’s best friend,” Goyle said. “I’ve even heard her refer to him as her brother on a couple of occasions.”
Draco nodded, though he slumped his shoulders about it. “It’s unfortunate, but I do believe Potter will come with the territory. The Weaslette likes him, though, so that might work in my favour. Of course, I do have to ask, Zabini: what happened between you two?”
The black man shrugged as he rubbed his head. “It was never anything serious between us,” he confessed. “I like fucking redheads and she wanted to try a different black on than Thomas. I do believe I was a bit of a rebound for her, but I had no complaints. Casual sex is good enough for me.”
“When are you going to get serious, mate?” Draco questioned. “We’ll be graduating next year and…”
“And when my mum says I need to settle down, I’ll start looking to do so,” Zabini assured his friend. “In the meantime, I’m enjoying myself.”
“Merlin, I wish I could say the same,” Nott said. “My father will probably end up dying in Azkaban and I have been given all rights to the estate and the family fortune, which means I’ll need to find a girl and quick. Too bad Granger doesn’t have any sisters.” He glanced at Draco. “Or does she?”
The blond shrugged again. “If she did, they would either be way too young for you or Muggles, but I don’t think she does. If I remember correctly, I think she confessed to me in a conversation that she was an only child.” He took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. “Guess I should get to the library,” he commented as he pulled himself up to stand.
He helped Parkinson up as well. “Would you like me to stay here? Keep an eye on her until you get back?” she offered.
He glanced at the boys in the room before swishing his wand at his bed. What looked like a crystal sphere surrounded the Muggle born. “I think she’ll be safe,” he assured the Pureblood witch. “If anyone even touches this shield, I’ll be alerted instantly. Only a foolish person would be tempted to touch it.”
“And she won’t wake until you tell her to?” Nott asked, eying the shield warily.
“She’s not a dog, Nott,” Draco groused, looking a bit annoyed. “She’s under a spell. When she awakens, she’ll be fully rested and ready for the rest of the day.”
Parkinson snapped her fingers. “You still have Ancient Runes today, don’t you?”
Draco nodded as he stood up. He dusted off his trousers and straightened his clothes. “Which is why I need to hurry. Granger will be pissed if she misses Runes.”
(II)(II)
The Slytherin found the young Gryffindor tucked away at a table near the back of the library. For him, this was a perfect spot to offer enough privacy. As he approached her, however, Harry Potter moved into the area and sat next to her, touching her hand to get her attention. She glanced up at the bespectacled boy and then looked in the direction he was pointing, right at Draco. She frowned when she saw the blond Pureblood.
“Where’s Hermione?” she asked.
“Still sleeping,” the wizard answered as he slid into a chair opposite the couple.
Potter’s eyes narrowed. “Still under the effects of that spell?” he surmised.
“I’m impressed, Potter,” the blond commented. “You actually do have a brain under that mop.”
The witch grabbed her boyfriend’s arm and rolled her eyes. “This isn’t the time or place to start dick measuring, you two,” she snapped, glaring at the Slytherin. “You wanted to know about Lavender.”
Draco nodded. “What can you tell me?”
“You’re lucky Ron didn’t have a concussion,” the black haired boy commented, leaning back in his seat.
Draco scoffed. “He’d be lucky if all he got was a concussion,” he said. “He deserves much worse for what he’s done.”
“And he’ll probably get worse,” the ginger haired girl predicted. “I sent my mum an owl, but I think McGonagall did as well. She and Dumbledore are not happy about what’s happened. Hogwarts hasn’t seen a pregnancy in over fifty years and that was even when it was commonplace.”
Draco nodded. “I figured as much. Most girls wait at least until they’ve graduated or dropped out,” he said. “But I doubt Brown was expecting to get pregnant so soon.”
The young Weasley shook her head. “No, she wasn’t,” she confirmed. “She’s scared, Malfoy. She lashed out at Hermione because she thought she was going to take Ron away. Now that Lavender’s pregnant, she’s worried Ron will want nothing to do with her, even though that wasn’t why he left her. He honestly did not know she was pregnant and only left her because he thought that by doing so, he could take Hermione away from you.”
The Slytherin raised an eyebrow. “And how did that work for him?” he asked, his eyes glittering in malice.
“This isn’t easy for him,” Potter growled. “It’s not easy for any of us. For the past six years, you’ve done nothing but torment us and now, all of a sudden, you’re dating Hermione? You’ve always used her blood status against her and now it’s like you don’t even care.”
Draco leaned back in his chair, his hands resting on the table. “That’s because it was never about blood status,” he said, not making eye contact with the Gryffindors. “Sure, I liked her and didn’t think I could have her because she’s a Muggle born, but I was more jealous over the fact that she bested me in every class. I even took most of the same classes as she did just to see if I could one up her somewhere.”
“Did it work?” the witch asked, genuinely curious.
Staring at his hands, Draco smirked as he started tapping one finger against the table. His eyes rose to meet hers. “What do you think?” he asked. “The girl has more brains in her left pinkie than most of the people in this school. She might even outsmart most of the professors, to be honest. Her brain is the one thing I hate the most about her, but it’s also the one thing I can genuinely say I love the most about her, too.”
“’Love’?” the girl questioned as she straightened up.
He shrugged. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist,” he said. “I haven’t been with her long enough to determine if I actually love her or not, but I can see how easily it would be to fall. She’s beautiful, smart, and brave. Ask me in another week or two how I feel about her and I’ll tell you whether I’ve fallen or not.”
Potter glared at the Slytherin. “Why the sudden interest in her?” he demanded.
Draco tilted his head. “Why not?” he shot back. “In case you didn’t know, I own the estate and I control the finances of my family. Once we graduate, my parents will be expecting me to find a girl I would be willing to spend the rest of my life with and marry her. My pickings in this school are slim. Most of the girls can’t even come close to what I’m looking for and their intelligence lacks in any case.”
“What about Pansy Parkinson?” Potter asked. “You dated her before.”
Draco lifted a brow at that as his finger continued to tap against the smooth wood. “I’ve known Parkinson since we were infants,” he said. “I never dated her.”
“You took her to the Yule Ball,” the messy haired wizard pointed out.
The blond inclined his head. “We’re friends, Potter. Do you honestly expect me to believe you were dating that Patil girl you took? I think that had to be the most awkward dance I ever had the displeasure of witnessing with you lumbering about her,” he commented.
“I was fourteen,” the bespectacled boy said, defending himself.
“So was I,” Draco replied.
“You also had parents who probably made sure you had taken dancing lessons since you could walk,” the witch stated, sitting back in her seat and folding her arms. “Harry didn’t have that luxury.”
Draco smirked. “Right, because they died before he had the chance,” he said and actually snickered when Potter shot up in his seat, knocking his chair down behind him.
“That’s enough!” the girl said, standing up and putting herself in front of the Half-Blood when he had moved to lunge at Draco.
“You don’t deserve her, you ungrateful piece of shit,” Potter spat. “When Hermione figures out what you have planned for her, she’s going to tear your arse apart and rip your heart out!”
Draco raised an eyebrow and asked calmly, “What do you think I’m planning for her? And who said I was planning anything?”
Potter jabbed a finger at him. “I know you, Malfoy,” he hissed. “You don’t ever do anything without an angle. I haven’t figured it out yet what the angle is towards Hermione, but I know she will.”
The Slytherin did not bother to stifle his yawn as he glanced wearily at the witch. “Is there anything else I need to know, Ginger?” he asked. “I still have another stop to make before I fetch Granger in time for class.”
She shook her head, having positioned herself between Potter and the table, and thus Draco. “Until we hear back from Lavender’s parents, we won’t know anything more, but we are expecting to hear something by this afternoon. Evening at the latest.”
Draco nodded as he pushed his chair back and rose. “I’ll bring Granger by Gryffindor Tower later,” he said. “I’m sure she’ll insist on going.”
“You are not welcomed in Gryffindor,” Potter spat. “If you show up…”
“I suspect you’ll show me the same curtesy Slytherin has shown to Granger,” the blond wizard interrupted. “Minus, of course, the nastiness that is the Greengrass sisters, my House has shown her nothing less than the utmost respect. I would assume Gryffindor would bestow the same upon me. After all, I will not let Granger enter that tower alone. You lot have already proven yourselves untrustworthy in that regard given the state I had found my girl in when I got there.”
Potter glowered at the blond haired Pureblood, but offered no argument. With a final nod to Ginny Weasley, Draco left the library and headed up to the owlery where he sent his letter to his father.

Author's Note: Intense, I know, but this is just a taste. The direction my mind is going with this story gives it the potential of becoming even darker. Just letting you know now.
On a happier note, I've had some great reviewers for the past chapter! You guys are awesome!
Pinster: Yeah.... not much of an Astoria fan myself. Can you tell?
Severus1snape: I think many of the Slytherins are just wary of Hermione. I mean, she is a "lion in the snake pit" so to speak.
Leti001: Yeah, but you have to love Draco. Even when he's being bad, he's good. Lol! Hope this chapter didn't darken your idea of him too much. >.<
Sherlocked17: More like Draco's moving fast. He's pretty demanding on Hermione and, given that he's her first, she's kinda letting him get away with it. For now. She's not a push over, I promise. I am curious, though, to know what it is about Draco that is OOC?
lexiatel: And it's going to get even worse. I've got ideas and plans and I think I'm too the point, with this story at least, that I actually want it to get a bit darker. I would say "poor Greengrass sisters", but are we really remorseful?
Angel: Yeah, I actually feel bad for Lavender, too. Even in the actual books, I felt a bit bad for her. Mostly in how Ron had ended things with her.
EsreldeSnape and sharon: Thank you so much! I really hope this chapter didn't put you off on continuing!
Can't wait to see how Draco covers up his actions to Hermione! (Keep in mind, she doesn't know what he's done to the sisters. She's still sleeping.)
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