Striving For Something Not Temporary

Author: SlythErin
Summary: Looking deep into his eyes, he could feel her pierce his very soul itself. "Love is only temporary Draco, and I'm already too bitter to let something that consuming into my life."
Rating: Will eventually be NC-17
Pairing: Hermione/Draco
Author’s notes: Well readers, I hope you enjoy this story, it is the first I've ever attempted, so I would enjoy getting feedback to see how you all like it, or feel where I need improvement. If you have any questions on the happenings, just ask me and I'll try to let you in on any information as long as it's not comprimising to the actual plot. Happy reading!
Disclaimer: I don't own this story. I don't make money from this story. I just think Draco's hot...so sadly, I don't own him either. Boo Hoo.

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“Are you even listening to me Draco?!”

Realization dawned on him again after he was ripped from his thoughts. He was still in the Head’s compartment on the train to Hogwart’s.

With her.

“Listen, I didn’t work this hard for six years just to sit next to a trumped up whelp that insists on wasting my time. Get your fucking head together or get out of my sight. I can organize the prefect’s schedule’s easier without you.”

‘That Bitch. How dare she speak to him this way?! If his father only knew who she thought she was. Speaking to me like it’s not an honor. I’m a Malfoy! Father would put her in her rightful place, that’s a guarantee.’ Draco thought to himself. ‘I’d be the first one in my seat at that show. Right in the front row, smack dab in the middle. Ooh...with a big bag of fluffy popcorn and loads of salt and butter...,’ a sneer started unconsciously curled itself onto Draco’s lips as he was once again ripped from his savoring thoughts.

“What the fuck Draco?!” Hermione spat as she rose to her feet and brushed her hair back. She made for the compartment door as Draco clasped her wrist roughly and shoved her back down to her seat.

Did she just hiss like something feral?

Before Hermione could react, Draco was oozing with venom. “Don’t you dare insinuate that you’re better than me. You’re not the only one who worked hard to gain this position. I am fully aware of my obligations without a silly little swot like you thinking it’s her academic duty to tell me otherwise. We have the same status here, and I will not answer to a filthy mudblood.” He spat.

With bonfires blazing in her corneas, Draco, for a slight moment felt a rush of fear jet through his insides. Only for a moment. It was like he was petrified into a trance. She opened her mouth for a rebuttal, only to have the compartment door open and rip her still forming thoughts away from her.

The lanky red haired intruder spared no glance in the direction of the head boy as he spoke. “Hey Hermione, we’ve been waiting next door for like ten minutes. Is the meeting starting soon or what?”

“Oh, sorry Ron.” She managed to muster as she lifted herself from the seat. “We were just heading over now. Go along ahead, I’ll be there in a few moments. Last touches, you know.” She chirped, smiling sweetly and waving her scribbled parchment in the air.

Ron’s rolling eyeballs disappeared behind the sliding door as Hermione turned her piercing gaze back onto Draco. In an eerily calm tone she spoke, “If you ever touch me like that again, you won’t have the proper tools left with you to even worry about the proper ways to continue inbreeding your precious heirs.

With that, she was gone. Draco sitting in her wake, ignoring the slight twitch that pulled at his groin.

***

Draco was still slightly flabbergasted as he sat leering at that bushy haired bitch. He noticed her body language with her house mates. It was almost intimate. Genuinely warm and very...oh what was that blasted word..ah, welcoming! She greeted and laughed with her friends. He tasted bile. Who knows, maybe it was that God forsaken orange juice he drank this morning. He’d prefer that to thinking it had anything to do with that witch impersonator who was continually a thorn in his pristine side.

His eyes unconsciously softened as he was lost in the activity of that Gryffindor lioness. His mind kept visualizing the way she looked at him on the train. The sheer intensity of it made the hairs on the back of his neck raise up. It was so unsettling. He was disgusted at her for making him feel like...prey. For lack of a better word. Only to realize his body parts had vaguely betrayed him.

Ulg...fucking orange juice.

No one’s ever spoken to him that way before. That shouldn’t turn him on! It wasn’t right. She needed to be put in her place. He honestly couldn’t even admit to himself at the surface level of his brain that she was his equal in any way. She was a mudblood. She was beneath him.

Still, gazing at the display of her generous nature to her friends from across the hall, he wanted that from her. She was an enigma with friend and foe bipolar personality. The thought occurred to him that there was no one else in this school that she openly loathed as she had him. This caused an unsettling feeling burn at his insides that he realized had nothing to do with his choice of liquid refreshments.

For the sake of his Head Boy status....he would bury the proverbial hatchet. Keep things nice and professional. Fuck it, if only for the sake of himself.

***

Hermione was one of the first to leave the feast. She was happy to be back in school, it’s always great to see what the summer holidays transform her into after not seeing them for so long. She just wasn’t really into socializing tonight.

Her quarters were behind a portrait of copper scaled Peruvian Vipertooth dragon inside the Head’s office located behind a large desk. “Pffhh..Stupid Draco.” she muttered. “At least one of us will be happy to look at it.”

Their quarters were arranged here so that if a student needed their assistance with something, they would be readily available to make appointments without having to give up their privacy to study in the common room located behind it. She was thankful for that. She didn’t really want to imagine how paranoid she would become if god knows who always came into her living area unannounced to pester her. It seems so violating, and she was glad that wasn’t the case.

The office was nice though. Many comfy chairs and sofas were in here for the prefects to relax on during meetings and other such duties they happened to be obligated to. This office was as much their’s as it was her’s and Draco’s she imagined. She was thankful for that. If this was a hangout for prefects, maybe they could handle the bulk of student problems before it became necessary to schedule appointments with them.

I’m Head Girl. I should feel more of an obligation for these people to succeed. Should feel honored they come to me for their problems. I should feel disgusted that I don’t care for them the way a Head Girl should.

I guess dealing with all of Harry’s crap is really taking it’s toll. I know it’s not his fault, and he got dragged into it just like all the rest of us did, but Christ, all that pressure is enough to deter you from the honor felt for someone confiding in you about God knows what minuscule problem they probably had. She didn’t need it, and the thought of it made her mind wiring want to snap and electrocute herself.

She muttered the password and stepped inside. Everything was...brown? She was expecting a combination of her and Draco’s house colors, but not literally. It was nice for a change not to see red and gold in her living area. She was more a fan of silver than gold, and red just seemed so boring after six years of being emerged in it.

She was surprised how much it actually resembled a muggle flat in here. It opened up into a living area with a brown fluffy sofa and a set of chairs. In front of the sofa was a low long, and wide wooden coffee table with fat stumpy legs. Under the coffee table sat a cream colored rug. “Would you look at that...a hard wood floor.”

Across from the sofa was a welcoming fireplace. All in all, it was a very cozy room. Next to that was an archway leading to what looked to be their study area with a huge table and lots of bookshelves.

She walked in the opposite direction and opened the first door she approached. It happened to be the bathroom. One of the smallest bathrooms she’s ever seen. It was fabulous! It was remarkably similar to her’s back home. Funny how something like a bathroom can curb homesickness cravings.

She noticed a set of french doors that opened up into a balcony. “Oh thank God!” She stepped out into the crisp breeze and noticed two chairs with a tiny table in between them. She sat down in the far chair and transfigured the tablecloth into a cute little ashtray, pulled out her cigarettes, and lit one up. Complete and utter relaxation. The view onto the grounds was so beautiful, and quickly realized this was going to be her new favorite place in Hogwarts.

“I didn’t know you smoked. Filthy habit you know.”

Hermione glanced over and noticed Draco leaning against the doorjamb. “Yeah, well fuck off.” she muttered and gave him a good eye full of stink.

Draco chuckled and sat down beside her, producing a silver case with the Malfoy crest. He extracted a cigarette of his own, proceeded to light it, and take a nice long drag.

“Fucking hypocrite.” She managed while exhaling.

Chuckling again, “Did you get a look at the can? I can put my feet up on the tub when a take a shit. Really kick back and relax you know.”

Almost against her will she managed a small laugh. Who knew Malfoy had a sense of humor? “I happen to like the bathroom Draco. Just because you’re used to glitter and glam doesn’t mean you need to spoil things for everyone else.”

“I never said I didn’t like it.”

“Whatever you say then.” She took another drag.

Draco flicked into the ashtray. “Listen, I wanted to apologize about earlier on the train.”

She gazed at him in amazement momentarily then got to her feet and looked around wildly.

“What are you doing, what’s wrong?”

Hermione sat back down and said, “Well the world should have exploded by now, so I guess my theory was inaccurate.” Still slightly looking around a bit, she suddenly stopped and eyed him suspiciously. “Wait, what are you playing at?”

“Geez Granger. Don’t be such a charmer.”

Is he smiling? Like a real one?

They sat in silence for a few moments and she pondered over why herds of pigs weren’t flying directly at her face. It wasn’t even a tense silence on his part. The bastard. Why does he always have to look so god damned cool and collected.

“Anyway, I was thinking” he started, “since we’re going to be working together so much and obviously spending more time together than we normal-”

“Are you suggesting a truce?!”

“Well, yes. Is that so horrible?”

“No, just horribly surprising is all.” she explained. “I mean, I think it’s a brilliant idea, I was actually going to discuss it with you, but I never would have imagined you would bring it up first. No offence."

“Heh..none taken Granger.” He put out his cigarette in the ashtray. “I’m going to go unpack, I’ll see you tomorrow. Nice transfiguration skills by the way.” He said as he pointed to the ashtray and walked back indoors.”

“Thank you.” she replied many moments later to nothing but the breeze of night.



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