Hermione arose as the early sun shone inside her bedroom window. Her own bedroom as a matter of fact. Having the privilege of owning her own bedroom in Hogwarts came naturally as being the Head Girl. It was decorated with the colors of Gryffindor with a huge fluffy bed and a white canopy surrounding her bed. A polished oak wood dresser, clean warm carpet, a bookshelf for all her books, and a mirror. Hermione adored her room more than any book she could ever lay her eyes on. It was her sanctuary. Her throne. Slipping out of her soft pink cotton pajamas, which consisted of shorts and a tank, she slipped on her school uniform and packed in her school books preparing for the hectic Monday of classes and rush that would be scattered throughout the day. Once she was all dressed and packed, she stood in front of the mirror, confident of herself and with her wand she muttered a spell that rearranged her curls to make them soft and a little bit bouncy. Satisfied with how things turned out, she grabbed her bag and headed out the door.
Hermione Granger appreciated the title 'Head Girl'. The beautiful marble bathroom with the tub the size of a pool literally. The common room that had a fireplace and three comfortable couches; two small ones to fit one or two people and another one across the fireplace which is long enough for you to sleep on it. The common room was equipped with a kitchen, three bookshelves, and two large windows with an incredible view. The only thing that made the whole scene dis pleasant was one horrible sight that irritated Hermione more than Lord Voldemort himself; Draco Lucious Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy was the Head Boy. They shared everything together except for their own personal bedrooms. Hermione found that as an optimistic thought. Sharing a bedroom with Malfoy would've been too much for her to the point where she would actually give up the position she had always wanted. Slowly making her way down the stairs, she headed for the kitchen to have a morning snack since she wanted to be early for classes. It was only mid-September and a ton of homework and studying was already heaved upon the students shoulders. Just as she was reaching to open the door to the refrigerator, she felt a heavy object collide within her shoving her against the wall.
"Move it Mudblood. Purebloods always get served first. You should know that by now." A sneer voice shot at her.
Shocked and aggravated, she pushed him back with all the might her petite little body could muster. Malfoy, disgusted that a Mudblood had laid their germs on him, he spat at her face. Hermione stood their shocked. She couldn't move at all. Throughout all the years that Malfoy had teased her, he never once was this disrespectful as to spit down at her. She wanted to cry. No, scratch that. She wanted to breakdown. She wanted to run. She wanted to hide. She wanted to be alone. She decided to run. She pushed past Malfoy, who seemed proud of himself, and ran out the portrait that led to the common room with Malfoy's spit left clinging on her face.
--
Hermione arrived at the Great Hall
with a loss of appetite. She quietly sat between Harry and Ron and
finding a napkin, she brought it to her face and wiped off the spit
that Malfoy had placed on her face out of disgust. Harry stared at
her worried and he placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder but she
shivered away. Harry and Ron looked at each other confused but both
made a face as they realized what the only thing could have Hermione
turn this way was. Malfoy.
"What did pureblood do this time?" Ron hissed angrily.
"Nothing. Just was being offensive. Thats all."
"Then why are you all stiff and stunned?" Harry piped in.
"I don't know. Guess just didn't expect it."
"'Mione. We know you better than this." Ron stated concerned.
"You don't act like this to Malfoy." Harry added.
Hermione couldn't find herself to tell the truth. She had been staring at the napkin with Malfoy's spit, now clinging to the napkin, for the whole entire time that she had been at the Great Hall. In the distance, the bell rang and breakfast on the table disappeared. Classes were about to start. Hermione stood up, Harry and Ron beside her, and the three walked together for classes.
--
After her long day
of classes had ended, she was in much better spirits. She could talk
now, she could laugh, and better yet, she could forget. Forget about
what happened. Forget that it even happened at all. She whispered the
password and entered in to recline on the couch. She almost did, but
a certain figure sleeping on the couch had stopped her actions almost
immediately. It was none other than Draco Malfoy, still completely
dressed neatly in his school uniform. She sighed slightly remembering
what had happened.
She sat herself down on the smaller couch and pulled out her Potions book and a roll of parchment along with a quill and some black ink. Her essay on moonstones were due next week and she didn't have any time to waste. Especially not with Snape. She began her introduction after reading almost half the textbook in an hour and was midway into her essay until a soft snore had stopped her writing and she looked over at Malfoy to make sure he wasn't awake. He began to breathe normally again and Hermione couldn't help but notice that he looked very...peaceful. His face was angelic and peaceful. Hermione was adoring the face that lay asleep before her eyes and before she could realize that she was tilting her head staring in admiration, she stopped herself. What was she thinking?! Malfoy out of all people possible.
She shook her head, ashamed of her thoughts, and continued scribbling her essay on her parchment. With Malfoy's face plastered in her mind, it took her two hours to complete her essay. Putting away what she took out quickly, she jumped up and was about to go upstairs to her room when a familiar voice stopped her.
"So the Mudblood likes the way I sleep." Malfoy smirked.
Hermione froze. "What are you talking about?"
"I was still awake when you came in. I did that little snore on purpose to see your reaction. As I can tell, you think I'm very sexy. In fact, this little space next to me on the couch doesn't look too bad for you." He chuckled darkly.
"You are one arrogant prick, Malfoy. There is no bloody way that I will ever lay my body against yours or anyone for that matter!" Hermione defended herself respectively.
Draco laughed. "Still a virgin, are we?"
Hermione glared. "Still a dickless fuck, are we?"
Draco made a fake surprised face. "What a mouth we have."
"At least I respect myself and don't go around having sex with almost every girl in the school claiming to be some Sex God! Well, you know what, your sex powers don't tempt me one bit. I'll be the girl that you'll never be able to drill your penis into, and I'm proud to have that title. You'll never be able to have me. I'll make sure it bothers you until you can't take it." Hermione dared dangerously.
Draco's mouth dropped, this time it wasn't fake.
He had never seen Hermione like this and didn't know that she had it
in her to tease a man before. Although, he was pissed at what she had
said before she lured him into that dare. Hermione didn't know him.
She didn't understand him and his family at all. And she never would.
However, he was seduced
unconsciously into this little dare of
hers. He couldn't back out of it, but decided to play back.
"Why would I sleep with a Mudblood?" He sneered at her.
"Why wouldn't you?" She questioned him right back. It was payback time.
"Why would I?" Two could play this game, he thought.
"You never know what might happen." She was seducing him. It was working.
He threw his feet off the couch
and got up. He walked next to her and stood right in front of her,
their lips almost touching. Hermione froze underneath his shadow; it
was too
overwhelming. His breath tingled on her lips, his stormy
blue eyes pierced into her dark chocolate ones, his shadow rested
upon her made her feel intimidated, and the warmth that vibrated off
of him and lightly on her made her feel awake yet scared at the same
time. Draco kept his eyes focused on hers. He wasn't going to loose
to a Mudblood, even if that meant sleeping with her; he wasn't going
to spoil his family name and be a coward. He definitely wasn't going
to loose to Granger, despite how smart she was.
"I must warn you Mudblood..."
It stung. That word that had been used so often was now getting it's bite back. Especially since he was so close to her that she could feel everything and yet, feel so numb at the same time. She shivered at the word and was scared to even swallow the spit that was forming in her mouth.
"...you don't know what you're getting yourself into." He dared.
"Oh, but I do. And for the first time in your life, you'll feel stumped and pathetic. Because you and I both know that you won't ever get into my pants. I'll make sure of it." She fought back.
Draco snickered. "What's going to hold me back?"
"Your father!" She spat back. Draco's smirk faded instantly.
Draco
glared at her evilly. His face was serious and his expression dark.
Painful even. How dare she mention his father like that when she
didn't even know what he was like! He was a monster to Draco. When he
was young, he had looked up to him being that he never knew what his
father did and what his secrets were. It wasn't until the age of 9
when young Draco stumbled across a diary of his mother's and a
meeting that was supposed to be secret between his father and
Voldemort which he was never supposed to ever hear. Later, almost 10,
he witnessed his dad beat his mom nearly to death and realized his
dad had already done this repetitively before, but never saw it. It
wasn't until then when he began to hate his father but feel scared
because of
the power his father possessed. And now here the
Mudblood was bringing up his father thinking that she knew what his
father was like. She would never know. No one would.
"Don't ever mention my father again." He hissed angrily.
"I know more than you think I know about him." She turned to walk to her bedroom but was stopped by Draco's firm hand around her wrist. She turned to look at him and tried to get out of his firm grip but didn't.
"You will never know my father. Ever." He sneered. "Dare or no dare, I'm still up for it." He let go of her.
Hermione gave him a look and couldn't stop staring at him. He looked sexy when he was mad. Extremely sexy. The way his muscles tensed and you could see the outline of each one underneath his uniform, his dark expression that made you melt right underneath him, how his breathe was rugged and you could feel your lips tingle from them...Hermione stopped herself and gasped. What was she thinking?! Why were these thoughts invading her mind? And why was she admiring every feature about him? Harry and Ron would definitely not approve of this. They would rip her head of literally if anyone of them knew what kind of thoughts about Draco Malfoy were running through her head.
"Fine. The dare's still on, but it won't be easy. Have you ever heard the story of the first man, first woman, the snake and the forbidden fruit?" She questioned him.
Draco remembered it by heart. "Yes."
"Think of me being the forbidden fruit, except you have to find your own entrance in, not just through the garden and up a tree." She winked at him and turned around. She began walking up the stairs to her room and almost opened the door when a voice stopped her.
"Your wrong. It will be easy."
"What makes you think that?" She turned on her heel facing him with her arms folded across her chest.
"Because you're already checking me out, and I'm not even naked." He smirked and winked at her.
Hermione froze and abruptly went inside her room and slammed the door.
--
Hermione sunk down to
the floor and screamed. Thank Merlin the room is soundproof so he
can never hear me. Hermione thought relieved. Had Draco known
that she was indeed checking him out? How long had he known this
short secret? The whole time or just now? Getting up, she changed
furiously to her pajamas and got out her diary. She needed to get out
her frustrations. And quick!
Dear Diary, Today
couldn't be anymore horrifying, and it's only mid-September! I woke
up in good spirits only to have them crushed again. All I wanted was
a morning snack and Malfoy pushes me and I push him back and then he
spits at me! I ran and cried. Harry and Ron knew all day that
something was bothering me but of course, they would kill him if they
ever knew! And I don't want him dead. (You'll find out why
soon). Ginny and Lavender were helping me to lighten my mood
which worked. I was happy again, well content at least. Until, in the
Common Room while doing my essay, I found myself admiring Malfoy in
his sleep! HIM OUT OF ALL PEOPLE POSSIBLE! I don't know why I was
but he knew I was that evil cockroach! So it then led to a fight and
now we have this dare going on. He has to get into my pants (sex) by
the end of this school year. The thing is is that I don't want to
loose my virginity to someone I don't love. But am I falling for
Malfoy? I CANT BE! But then again, I talked him into the dare, I was
admiring him, and I thought he was peaceful, angelic, and sexy all in
one day. AND I let him get open access to my virginity. What is wrong
with me? Hopefully this is late puberty and not me on my own doing
this. Sincerely, Mia.
She placed her diary underneath her pillow but now felt confused. Her anger had faded after her writing out her feelings, but it wasn't enough. She needed another relief. Now. Music. Her iPod that her dad had bought for her after winning the position as Head Girl, even though he didn't too clearly understand what it was, he was happy for her. She looked in her trunk and soon found her iPod and her speakers to go along with it. She smiled happily to herself and then put on 'Hot & Cold' by Katy Perry. Her new favorite song. She began to dance around and sing using her hairbrush as a microphone. If only Ginny was with her.
--
After staring in the fire for a half
an hour, Malfoy had to turn in. He couldn't bear to think what
Hermione was doing, or let alone thinking. He went upstairs to his
room and undressed. Grabbing his towel and a new pair of boxers he
went downstairs to the bathroom, naked. Entering the bathroom, and
locking the door, he smiled in relief to the bathtub that looked like
a Jacuzzi/pool. Placing his belongings to the side, he filled up the
water to almost the top along with a huge mess of bubbles. Sinking
in, he enjoyed how the water felt against his skin. His body relaxed,
his muscles uncoiled, and the stress from inside him was washed away.
He laid his head back and began to think. How could Hermione possibly
know his father?
Draco was confused. How could he agree to this dare? He didn't want to be a coward and spoil the family name that way. But if he did sleep with Granger, he would spoil the family name that way. Either which way he would spoil the family name. He didn't want to quit the dare. This was the most exciting dare he had ever encountered in his life. He wasn't going to give it up for anything. But then again, this was Granger he was dealing with. Why was he willing to sleep with her so much? He usually would've denied it and be disgusted for the rest of his life than sleep with her. Maybe he wanted to rebel against his father like he had always planned but never had the nerve to do so. That's what it was! He shot up.
He wanted to be free from the Malfoy family. He wanted to rebel against his father and be free. He wanted to save his mum and protect her. He wanted love above all and never got that from anyone except for his mum. But could Granger ever provide love for him like she does for Weasel and Scarhead? He continued the rest of his bath thinking.
Once he was finished, this time dressed in his boxers, he headed for his room. He laid himself down on his bed and realized for the first time that Granger was actually helping him, whether she knew it or not. She was helping him rebel against his father and doing what he wanted for the very first time instead of doing every little fucking thing just to please his father. He was happy but at the same time scared that his father would realize his plan and him and Granger would be killed.
Wait, why would he care if Granger was killed? What would it matter to him besides that the dare would be off because he definitely wouldn't have sex with her while she was dead. The list of confusing thoughts never ended. Here we go again... He thought frustrated. He would never have all these thoughts sorted out. Turning on his side, sighing, he fell into a deep slumber.