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Chapter 10
Chapter 10
The next morning, Hermione awoke with a plan fully formed in her mind. She was determined to keep Draco Malfoy and spent the entirety of the previous day in Hogsmeade preparing for her big “debut”. She glanced around her room and noticed that Ginny wasn’t in bed. Thankful for the privacy, Hermione headed over to her mirror and began her transformation.
“This better work,” Hermione said quietly, taking a deep breath.
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“Ginny, did you find out anything?” Ron asked roughly at breakfast.
“All she said was that she was skipping because you pissed her off,” Ginny replied airily, paying more attention to the bacon on her fork than to her brother’s glares.
“Oh damn that bitch is crazy,” Ron growled. “I didn’t do shit to her yesterday. Must be PMS or something.” Harry nodded fervently.
Ginny rolled her eyes. “You guys are really fucking clueless. Is that all you think of girls? That when we’re pissed it’s PMS? No wonder neither of you can hook up with anyone! You’re too heartless and brain dead!”
“No, we just don’t try to get girls,” Ron fired back.
“Speak for yourself, mate,” Harry said grumpily, thinking of Cho.
“Speaking of Cho,” Ginny began quickly, “I’ve heard something that might be of interest to you, Harry.”
“What?” Harry asked quickly, sitting up.
“I was in the Ravenclaw common room the other night and I heard Terry Boot and Michael Corner saying that she seems to have a thing for you,” Ginny explained slyly, watching a grin unfurl on Harry’s face. “Maybe you should ask her out or something.”
“Yeah…I think I will…” Harry replied dreamily.
“What about me?” Ron asked indignantly.
“Oh please, no one talks about you,” Ginny snapped, causing Ron to stab his fork roughly into the table.
“Where the fuck is Hermione?” Ron asked moodily, ripping part of the table up when he pulled his fork out.
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Draco ripped through his morning steak, avoiding Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle’s glares. He chose to sit several seats away from them. Pansy’s eyes were so red he thought they would turn the Great Hall into the Red Sea. His eyes roamed around the Gryffindor table, searching for Hermione, but she was nowhere to be found. After finishing his steak, he was preparing to get up from the table, but his eyes fell on the entering person.
His jaw dropped so far he thought it would land on the ground.
It was Hermione, but she looked so…different. Her long golden locks were now ebony black, the same color that lined her intense honey-colored eyes. She wore an electric blue shadow on her eyes, thick black mascara on her lashes, and her luscious lips were cherry red. She wore her black robe with the Gryffindor crest, but it was underneath the robe that held Draco’s interest. She wore a tight black halter that accentuated her busty chest. Large silver hoops hung from her ears and her throat was bound with a leather choker, complete with silver skulls. Her belly piercing winked at him from the light, drawing his attention to her slim waist. She also wore a thigh-length leather skirt with a chain belt. It made her legs look even more delicious in his eyes. To complete her look, she wore knee-length black leather boots with chains wrapped around the top. Draco felt his mouth water.
The entire hall was gasping and staring, but Hermione ignored them. She marched purposefully towards Draco, who was gazing at her with lust in his eyes. She sat down next to him and smiled seductively.
“Does this look match your reputation?” Hermione asked.
Draco nodded enthusiastically. “Oh hell yeah. It works for me.”
Down at the other end of the Slytherin table, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle were deeply discussing the situation. Blaise, who had just noticed what was going on, let out a low wolf-whistle.
“Who’s the slice of tits with Draco?” Blaise asked curiously, subconsciously planning his next conquest.
“I don’t know,” Pansy replied grumpily.
“It’s that Mud-blood Granger girl,” Crabbe injected at once.
Blaise gave Crabbe a surprised look. “That ugly ass nerd? There’s no way that the slice of tits next to Draco is Granger. I don’t believe it.”
“Believe it,” Goyle said seriously.
At the Gryffindor table, Harry, Ron, and Ginny were whispering frantically.
“Who the hell is that girl?” Harry asked, his mind completely devoid of any idea.
“No fucking clue, but I know I’d like to bang her,” Ron replied quickly.
“She seems familiar, but I can’t quite figure it out,” Ginny added. “I’ll have to ask one of my boys if they know anything. I’m highly curious.”
“Whoever she is, I’d like to get up under that tiny skirt,” Ron muttered, hardening at the very thought.
Ginny rolled her eyes.
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“I’m very pleased with the new you,” Draco said with a grin. “Is this permanent?”
“Only if you want it to be,” Hermione replied with a smirk.
“Of course I do,” Draco said quickly. “You look sexy as hell. I’m sure even the shitheads infected with Pure Blood mania will be attracted to you.”
Hermione blushed crimson. “Oh stop, Draco. You’re making me blush!”
Draco’s grin widened. “Well, I guess it wasn’t really all that hard, was it?”
Hermione smiled. “No, it’s not.”
“So, what are we doing today?” Draco asked. “Blowing off classes again?”
“Unfortunately, no,” Hermione replied with a sigh. “We need to be in class today.”
Draco sighed. “I guess you’re right.”
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“We’re serious, that chick down there is Granger,” Goyle repeated.
“It can’t be,” Pansy said, tears forming in her eyes again. “How the hell could he think to replace me with that nerdy Mud-Blood twit?”
“It’s Granger,” Crabbe repeated.
“Mud-Blood or not, I’d like to tap that,” Blaise said with a smirk. “She’s a real slice of tits. I bet I could get a piece of that ass.”
Pansy looked down the table at Draco, tears streaming down her face. “There’s no way he could think of replacing me with her! I’ve done everything for him! I really have! How could he?” she wailed, burying her face in her hands.
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“Are you going to tell your parents about me?” Hermione asked as they headed down to Charms.
“I’ll call my mother during break, but not my father,” Draco replied seriously.
“Why not just use your owl?” Hermione asked curiously. “You do have one, right?”
Draco’s face darkened. “Oh, I do. She’s currently busy being my father’s feather coat.”
Hermione gasped in horror. “No way!”
Draco nodded solemnly. “Yes. My father killed the family owl and used her to make a feather coat for him to strut around the house with. He enjoys wearing it around me to remind me of what happened to my poor Mia.”
“Mia?” Hermione repeated. “It’s a beautiful name. I’m sorry that your father did that. Is he always like that?”
“Pretty much,” Draco replied. “He beats me on a daily basis and locks my mom in the dungeons.” Tears began spilling out of his eyes. “He has sex with all kinds of women to torture my mother. One time he beat me while he was having sex. It was horrible.”
“I’m so sorry,” Hermione said sympathetically, pulling him into a hug. “That must be so awful.”
“You’ve got no idea, Mione,” Draco mumbled, drying his eyes.
Hermione kissed him softly, reassuring him that she was there for him. A few seconds later, Draco had pushed open a nearby closet and pulled the two of them inside. Hermione’s tongue slid inside his mouth and he started pulling his jacket off, not caring if it got dirty or not. His lips flew to her neck and he sucked hard, tasting her flesh. Her hands went up to his shirt, pulling it off quickly and moving her hands down to his pants. Her robe hit the floor and he slid his hands under her top, playing with her nipples. She moaned throatily and slid her hands down his pants, grasping his penis in her soft hands. Draco pulled her top off and licked her nipple gently, feeling her shiver beneath him. He moved her hands away and pulled her onto his lap, dry-humping her.
“Why like this?” Hermione asked softly.
“It’s preparation for the next step,” Draco whispered in her ear, moving down to suck on her neck again.
Draco leaned against the door and grinned when Hermione began grinding into his crotch, making him moan out in reply. Very soon, she was bouncing up and down like there was no tomorrow, moaning his name loudly as she approached her orgasm. But before either of them could climax, the door flew open and they toppled onto the floor.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”
The next morning, Hermione awoke with a plan fully formed in her mind. She was determined to keep Draco Malfoy and spent the entirety of the previous day in Hogsmeade preparing for her big “debut”. She glanced around her room and noticed that Ginny wasn’t in bed. Thankful for the privacy, Hermione headed over to her mirror and began her transformation.
“This better work,” Hermione said quietly, taking a deep breath.
………………………………………………………………………………………………
“Ginny, did you find out anything?” Ron asked roughly at breakfast.
“All she said was that she was skipping because you pissed her off,” Ginny replied airily, paying more attention to the bacon on her fork than to her brother’s glares.
“Oh damn that bitch is crazy,” Ron growled. “I didn’t do shit to her yesterday. Must be PMS or something.” Harry nodded fervently.
Ginny rolled her eyes. “You guys are really fucking clueless. Is that all you think of girls? That when we’re pissed it’s PMS? No wonder neither of you can hook up with anyone! You’re too heartless and brain dead!”
“No, we just don’t try to get girls,” Ron fired back.
“Speak for yourself, mate,” Harry said grumpily, thinking of Cho.
“Speaking of Cho,” Ginny began quickly, “I’ve heard something that might be of interest to you, Harry.”
“What?” Harry asked quickly, sitting up.
“I was in the Ravenclaw common room the other night and I heard Terry Boot and Michael Corner saying that she seems to have a thing for you,” Ginny explained slyly, watching a grin unfurl on Harry’s face. “Maybe you should ask her out or something.”
“Yeah…I think I will…” Harry replied dreamily.
“What about me?” Ron asked indignantly.
“Oh please, no one talks about you,” Ginny snapped, causing Ron to stab his fork roughly into the table.
“Where the fuck is Hermione?” Ron asked moodily, ripping part of the table up when he pulled his fork out.
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Draco ripped through his morning steak, avoiding Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle’s glares. He chose to sit several seats away from them. Pansy’s eyes were so red he thought they would turn the Great Hall into the Red Sea. His eyes roamed around the Gryffindor table, searching for Hermione, but she was nowhere to be found. After finishing his steak, he was preparing to get up from the table, but his eyes fell on the entering person.
His jaw dropped so far he thought it would land on the ground.
It was Hermione, but she looked so…different. Her long golden locks were now ebony black, the same color that lined her intense honey-colored eyes. She wore an electric blue shadow on her eyes, thick black mascara on her lashes, and her luscious lips were cherry red. She wore her black robe with the Gryffindor crest, but it was underneath the robe that held Draco’s interest. She wore a tight black halter that accentuated her busty chest. Large silver hoops hung from her ears and her throat was bound with a leather choker, complete with silver skulls. Her belly piercing winked at him from the light, drawing his attention to her slim waist. She also wore a thigh-length leather skirt with a chain belt. It made her legs look even more delicious in his eyes. To complete her look, she wore knee-length black leather boots with chains wrapped around the top. Draco felt his mouth water.
The entire hall was gasping and staring, but Hermione ignored them. She marched purposefully towards Draco, who was gazing at her with lust in his eyes. She sat down next to him and smiled seductively.
“Does this look match your reputation?” Hermione asked.
Draco nodded enthusiastically. “Oh hell yeah. It works for me.”
Down at the other end of the Slytherin table, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle were deeply discussing the situation. Blaise, who had just noticed what was going on, let out a low wolf-whistle.
“Who’s the slice of tits with Draco?” Blaise asked curiously, subconsciously planning his next conquest.
“I don’t know,” Pansy replied grumpily.
“It’s that Mud-blood Granger girl,” Crabbe injected at once.
Blaise gave Crabbe a surprised look. “That ugly ass nerd? There’s no way that the slice of tits next to Draco is Granger. I don’t believe it.”
“Believe it,” Goyle said seriously.
At the Gryffindor table, Harry, Ron, and Ginny were whispering frantically.
“Who the hell is that girl?” Harry asked, his mind completely devoid of any idea.
“No fucking clue, but I know I’d like to bang her,” Ron replied quickly.
“She seems familiar, but I can’t quite figure it out,” Ginny added. “I’ll have to ask one of my boys if they know anything. I’m highly curious.”
“Whoever she is, I’d like to get up under that tiny skirt,” Ron muttered, hardening at the very thought.
Ginny rolled her eyes.
………………………………………………………………………………………………
“I’m very pleased with the new you,” Draco said with a grin. “Is this permanent?”
“Only if you want it to be,” Hermione replied with a smirk.
“Of course I do,” Draco said quickly. “You look sexy as hell. I’m sure even the shitheads infected with Pure Blood mania will be attracted to you.”
Hermione blushed crimson. “Oh stop, Draco. You’re making me blush!”
Draco’s grin widened. “Well, I guess it wasn’t really all that hard, was it?”
Hermione smiled. “No, it’s not.”
“So, what are we doing today?” Draco asked. “Blowing off classes again?”
“Unfortunately, no,” Hermione replied with a sigh. “We need to be in class today.”
Draco sighed. “I guess you’re right.”
………………………………………………………………………………………………
“We’re serious, that chick down there is Granger,” Goyle repeated.
“It can’t be,” Pansy said, tears forming in her eyes again. “How the hell could he think to replace me with that nerdy Mud-Blood twit?”
“It’s Granger,” Crabbe repeated.
“Mud-Blood or not, I’d like to tap that,” Blaise said with a smirk. “She’s a real slice of tits. I bet I could get a piece of that ass.”
Pansy looked down the table at Draco, tears streaming down her face. “There’s no way he could think of replacing me with her! I’ve done everything for him! I really have! How could he?” she wailed, burying her face in her hands.
………………………………………………………………………………………………
“Are you going to tell your parents about me?” Hermione asked as they headed down to Charms.
“I’ll call my mother during break, but not my father,” Draco replied seriously.
“Why not just use your owl?” Hermione asked curiously. “You do have one, right?”
Draco’s face darkened. “Oh, I do. She’s currently busy being my father’s feather coat.”
Hermione gasped in horror. “No way!”
Draco nodded solemnly. “Yes. My father killed the family owl and used her to make a feather coat for him to strut around the house with. He enjoys wearing it around me to remind me of what happened to my poor Mia.”
“Mia?” Hermione repeated. “It’s a beautiful name. I’m sorry that your father did that. Is he always like that?”
“Pretty much,” Draco replied. “He beats me on a daily basis and locks my mom in the dungeons.” Tears began spilling out of his eyes. “He has sex with all kinds of women to torture my mother. One time he beat me while he was having sex. It was horrible.”
“I’m so sorry,” Hermione said sympathetically, pulling him into a hug. “That must be so awful.”
“You’ve got no idea, Mione,” Draco mumbled, drying his eyes.
Hermione kissed him softly, reassuring him that she was there for him. A few seconds later, Draco had pushed open a nearby closet and pulled the two of them inside. Hermione’s tongue slid inside his mouth and he started pulling his jacket off, not caring if it got dirty or not. His lips flew to her neck and he sucked hard, tasting her flesh. Her hands went up to his shirt, pulling it off quickly and moving her hands down to his pants. Her robe hit the floor and he slid his hands under her top, playing with her nipples. She moaned throatily and slid her hands down his pants, grasping his penis in her soft hands. Draco pulled her top off and licked her nipple gently, feeling her shiver beneath him. He moved her hands away and pulled her onto his lap, dry-humping her.
“Why like this?” Hermione asked softly.
“It’s preparation for the next step,” Draco whispered in her ear, moving down to suck on her neck again.
Draco leaned against the door and grinned when Hermione began grinding into his crotch, making him moan out in reply. Very soon, she was bouncing up and down like there was no tomorrow, moaning his name loudly as she approached her orgasm. But before either of them could climax, the door flew open and they toppled onto the floor.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”