AN: This is an alternate universe where Voldemort never came back to life.

Prelude

I only had to glance at your face once to know I would love you.

I hate what you've become.

I hate how your smile never reaches your eyes like it used to.

I hate how you've changed from what I've done to you.

Chapter 1 The Scheme

From the moment I laid eyes on her I knew she was to be mine. There was no holding back when I discovered something new that I wanted. She was to become my shiny new toy, and I would play with her until I was done. I never thought that I could actually grow to love her, because it was impossible to love that which is lower than dirt. That which is Hermione Granger.

It started the first year of school. I wanted to introduce myself to her, but I could never associate with a simple mudblood. The only refuge was the look in her eyes as amber became fire and she lashed out at me. Yes, that was the only appropriate way to love her. It wasn't until a few years later when my desires shifted to something of a more lustful nature. I would nearly break my neck for the chance to peep at her legs as the wind blew her skirt up just enough to see her knickers.

"Malfoy! What do you think you're doing?" Oh shit, she caught me. "Hello? I'm asking you a question." Her hand waves over my face, giving me enough time for an excuse.

"Nothing Granger, but I can't believe you still insist on wearing granny panties! I heard from Weasley that you weren't fond of thongs, but I never believed you were so boring." Truthfully I knew she had lacy knickers under there, but I couldn't resist the temptation of her. It was the blush that spread across her cheeks that I noticed first. The next thing I knew there was a sharp stinging on my cheek.

"Oy Granger! What the bloody hell was that?"

"Really Malfoy, you couldn't be anymore obtuse if you tried." Wow that hurt. Wait, what in world does obtuse mean? "Why would Ron have any idea about my knickers anyhow?"

Now she's walking into my trap. " Hermione, I assumed when he told me, and most the guys at Hogwarts, you knew he spread rumors about you two sleeping together."

Hermione looked absolutely livid and stormed off in the direction of the Gryffindor common room. I couldn't help but notice her hips swaying enticingly. Damn, now I have a problem of my own, but at least Weasley's gonna be in trouble. After a long cold shower I went to the great hall to witness the chaos that was soon to explode. As if on cue I could hear Hermione screaming so loudly the entire room could hear it, before I was even seated.

"RONALD WEASLEY!" Reminds of his howler from second year. " How dare you tell people what we did!" Oh crap. I didn't think it was true. "I will never speak to you again! Don't even try to explain yourself I don't care!" Ron merely whimpered as she walked away. It appeared Weasley and I now had twin marks on our cheeks.

Ron regrouped himself and marched over to the Slytherin table. This should be fun. "What did you say to her?" He shouted. I shrugged my shoulders and looked off into space. I had other things to worry about and a red faced Weasley was not on the top of my priorities. His faced turned an even brighter shade of red when I refused to acknowledge him. Thankfully Professor Snape came over and drug him away muttering something about twenty points from Gryffindor.

When the attention was drawn away from me, I snuck out of the great hall and raced to the courtyard outside. The weather was fair, and the wind hardly blew. There was no way Granger could resist the beauty of the night. She sat on the bench and gazed at the moon. I didn't realize it was her until I saw the way the light radiated off her face. I gave a fake cough to draw her attention.

"What do you want Malfoy? Haven't you already done enough?"

"I'm sorry about how I broke the news to you Granger, but I figured it would be easier on you if you had someone to blame." Truthfully Weasley never said anything to anyone, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her. Her eyes met mine and searched for any truth in my confession. What she didn't know was that Draco was a liar. He couldn't even tell when he was lying half the time. He just kind of went with his stories as he made them. Hermione searched but she found nothing.

"Malfoy, why?" She's crying?

"Because Hermione, he didn't deserve you." This was going to be too easy. All I have to do is have her for a night, then years of her haunting me will be over. She's just another conquest.

"Malfoy, why are you being so nice to me? All you've ever done is despised me, and publicly humiliated me. What do you want out of this?" Maybe not as easy as I thought. She's on the defensive. I need to earn her trust first.

I made the first move and sat beside her. She didn't visibly flinch, but the caution showed clearly on her face. "Granger, don't worry I only want to comfort you, I swear I will do nothing to harm you." She relaxed a little but still prepared to attack. Time for the kill. "Hermione, I don't know how to clarify this for you, but I have always wanted to get to know you. I was afraid you would reject me, because of my old prejudices, but I have changed." Lie, wait am I lying? Hermione looked shocked, but didn't pull away yet.

'Malfoy just called me Hermione. He's lying, isn't he? There's no way he can really feel this way.' Hermione thought to herself. Her basic instinct said not to trust him, but her curiosity couldn't let it go. Hermione Granger was playing a dangerous game.

AN: So I decided to end it here. I'm not fully committed to this yet, because I'm not sure if the story is good enough. If you like it and want it to continue please review and I'll keep it coming.