Something That Shouldn't Be

It was just like any other first day of Hogwarts. The hustle and bustle of Platform 9¾ and the din of the new and old students saying their “goodbye’s” and “I love you’s” to their pathetic parents. ‘Nothing ever changes,’ thought Draco Malfoy. ‘They’re all pussies. I’m here all alone, my father in trial for heinous crimes and my mother crying nonstop, and that doesn’t stop me from being able to be an adult, and carry on as if nothings happening. I look at these wastes of life and I can’t help but feel how much better I am than the rest of them’.

Draco catches a glimpse of fiery red hair and knows immediately that the Weasels have arrived, most likely with the infamous scarhead in tow. He looks down at his watch and notices he has only minutes more to board the train before it leaves for Hogwarts. He heads towards the doors where the Head and Prefect compartments are. His new Head badge glistens in the hot sun and reflects its bright gold onto passer-byers faces causing them to illuminate. He walks with pride, some girls stare enchanted by him as if he was veela (a part of him thinks he might be, but his father never confirmed when he asked him), he feels as if he’s on top of the world. He passes a gaggle of girls who start giggling furiously when he makes a small gesture of hello at them.

Draco is broken out of his daze when he hears a woman bawling not to far away from him. He looks to see who had the nerve to waken him from his moment of glory, and isn’t surprised to find Mrs. Weasley crying over her two insignificant children and Potter. ‘Absolutely pathetic,’ Draco thinks to himself again as he enters the train. ‘I wonder where Granger was, I thought she was permanently attached to those two idiots at all times or she’d die.’ It was while he was deep in thought that he failed to notice that as he entered the Head/Prefect compartment, the girl in question, one Miss Hermione Granger was already seated comfortably on the train bench and was deep in thought with her favorite book, Hogwarts: A History. Finally snapping out of his daze, he smirked evilly to himself and thought what a perfect opportunity to torture the little mudblood.

He approached her; she was still unaware of his presence, that wasn’t to be the case however as Draco suddenly smacked her book down and it landed on the floor with a loud thunk. Hermione emitted a small shriek at the sudden invasion. She quickly looked up to see who was responsible for this and wasn’t shocked to find a sneering Draco Malfoy looking down at her with his face covered in disgust.
“Now mudblood, hasn’t anyone ever taught you to not drop books, it damages them. For someone who spends a whole lifetime hidden in the library that should be an obvious.”
“I am aware Malfoy,” Hermione spat filled with contempt. “However, hasn’t anyone taught you any manners? Everyone knows you had parents, but did they ever actually treat you like a son or more like a piece of shit that just wont fall off your shoe?”

Draco was taken aback by this. He wasn’t aware she even knew how to say shit, let alone say anything that could be considered a curse. He was also stunned that she had the audacity to be so bold. As he glanced down at the girl he thought he knew so well, he couldn’t help but notice how much she’d grown up. Mind you she was still the mousy wretched mudblood he’d always known but something was different about her this time. She had a strange glow in her eyes. He tried to focus elsewhere, anywhere else but her eyes, but stared transfixed in her deep hazel brown orbs.

“Malfoy, you die or something?” she asked as she waved her hand back and forth to regain his attention again, not that she really wanted him composed, but him staring at her like that was creating an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach. And somewhere else she refused to admit to even herself. Finally he regained composure. He sneered at her and said, “I’m fine Granger, I’m just amazed at even though we’re in 7th year you still look like a ridiculous child.” In truth, Draco thought anything but that. She had grown up. Quite marvelously in fact. She was not the smarmy mudblood he had grown up with; she was indeed a woman now.
“I find it surprising Ferret, that even though we’re in 7th year you still act like a child. Surely you must realize your cruel comments wont work on me anymore. I’ve heard them all. I am unaffected. Do your worst. I dare you,” she spoke menacingly but added a wicked smirk for good measure.

“Very well, mudblood. While I may act like a child, I am by no means a boy. I’ve had more action in this school than anyone. Women are begging to feel me inbetween their legs. Begging me to be the one they share their bed with. While they want a relationship with me, and all I have to give them is just a hot sweaty fuck session, even being disheartened, they still come back to me. They crave me Granger. Have you even been touched by a boy, or hell, even looked that way by one? I doubt I’m the only one that still views you as a child. Your hair is a rats nest, your clothes are all old and baggy, you’re a skinny little nobody who hides her life inside smelly old books and protects herself from life by permanently attaching herself to her two idiots, the weasel and scarhead; which I’m fairly sure are gay for each other. No man would ever want you. You’re far too pathetic for any man to waste their time on you. You’d be better off dead,” Malfoy spat venomously.

Hermione stared at him in disbelief. She was wrong, he could still hurt her, and that he did. His words stung more than anything else he’d ever called her or done to her. Not even his constant hurtful use of the word ‘mudblood’ could compare to the pain he had caused her by his speech. She choked back tears and tried to compose herself as best as she could without letting him know he affected her, but she was too late because he saw. He had won. “Aw is the little mudblood gonna cry because no one wants her?” He stated laughing with menace.

Hermione quickly got up, grabbed her book and hastily left the compartment in search of Harry, but not before casting one last pitiful glance towards Draco to quietly say, “You truly don’t know how pathetic you are Malfoy,” and she was gone.

**Ok, this is the first chapter. I wanted to write more, or at least get into something sexier, however, a twist of events for the worst happened tonight when my cat refused to eat due to horrific mouth sores and pain, so I had to force feed her. Poor fluffy, things are not looking up. :( I hope you enjoyed and I'll try to update for the yummy stuff in a timely manner.