Let the Bad Parts In

Author's Note: Well here's the first chapter. A little note: the story is not told in Hermione's point of view, that was only for the Prologue. If people think it should be written in her point of view let me know ASAP so I can change it before I get too far into the story. Another thing, this is really my first time writing a sex scence (well not a full blown one, but its detailed I guess) so if anyone has any suggestions to help me out, that would be wonderful! Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

Let the Bad Parts In

Chapter One: Promises You Shouldn't Make


It's been nearly two weeks into the new school year and the professors have already started pilling on the work load. Almost every class they hear something about N.E.W.T's. It was really surprising that no one had a mental breakdown already. The only one who did not seem overly stressed by the increasing work load was none other than the Head Girl herself, Hermione Granger. In fact she found it quite enjoyable, which wasn't surprising at all. It gave her an excuse to stay late at the library to do research for her own personal assignments.

Right now, though, her thoughts were far from the History of Magic lesson on the Troll Rebellion of 1898 Professor Bins was droning out. She was currently more focused on how she was going to get in the Restricted Section later on that night. It turns out that they randomly decided to be stricter about who had access to that section do to the sudden raise of young Death Eaters. She figured that they didn't want any children going in there, finding out potential deadly spells or potions and killing everyone in the school with them. She was surprised though that even she, the bookworm Head Girl, was not allowed to go there. Now she would have sneak in there at night, which made more work for her. Of course she was sure that Harry wouldn't mid her barrowing his invisibility cloak in exchange for a few favors.

Then there was the also the little problem of getting her 'spokesman', to trust her enough to get her an audience with the Dark Lord. Luckily he turned out to be the Head Boy, Draco Malfoy. Who better to do the job then someone who she knew for a fact must be in Voldemort's Inner Circle? Now all she had to do was to find something to use as her leverage to get him to trust her. If she gave him to much valuable information about Harry then she was sure that he would just report that to Lord Voldemort and then forget about her. If she gave him too little he wouldn't care. She didn't even think that giving him information about Harry would be the right move anyways. It had to be something that he could personally benefit from. It had to be something that he would want most right now, besides sex, which would be her last resort. All she could do now was watch him for awhile to figure him out. It couldn't be too hard…

It was now two weeks into October and she was no closer to discovering anything about him, besides that fact that he like blue berry pancakes, had reading glasses which he only took out when he thought no one was around, and was currently on his eightth one night stand this month. Surprisingly, he seemed almost the way she imagined he would be when he wasn't picking on her, Harry, or defenseless First years, except meaner. He hadn't really talked or paid attention to her unless it was absolutely necessary, like "Granger will you pass me that quill?" or "Mudblood do you want to take my rounds tonight and I'll do your tomorrow? I've got date with Pansy again." or her favorite "Granger, do you mind not breathing for while? I can't concentrate!"

She was just about to give up on him and go the next name on her list until she caught him in their shared common room at three in the morning staring a glass vase on the table. He was positioned about seven feet from where it stood, staring at it with a little bit of sweat dampening his forehead. His blonde hair was hanging loose around his face and few stray pieces were stuck to his wet skin. He had removed his vest and tie and had long ago un-tucked his white shirt. He rolled up the sleeves, revealing the Dark Mark contrasting beautifully against his pale marble like skin. He had obviously not be expecting company or he would not have risked showing his mark.

She stood at the bottom of the stairs, leaning against the granite frame of the archway. She glanced between him and vase, wondering for few minutes if he had gone temporarily insane and if she should fetch Madame Pomfrey. Then she noticed his wand and an open text book lying on the desk a few feet away from him. She smirked as she realized what he was trying to do. Maybe she had finally found what she was looking for.

"You're concentrating to hard. You'll never do it that way." She said, breaking the silence. Malfoy nearly jumped at the sound of her voice.

"What are you doing down here at this hour mudblood?" he spat out, obviously trying to cover up the fact that she scared him.

"I came down to get to something to read and I happened to stumble upon your pathetic attempts at wandless magic." She shrugged as she finished her way down the stairs. He looked her up and down as she towards him. The interest was clear in his eyes when he got a good look at her silk pajama tang top and matching shorts.

"And you can do better, Granger." He changed. She looked at him with a smile and then at the vase. A flick of her wrist it was floating in the air and then she slowly let it drop down.

"Yes, I think I can." He glared down at her and she just realized how much taller than her he really was. "You know, I can teach how, if you want." She offered nonchalant as she went to go sit on the desk. She pushed his books over and crossed her long legs gracefully.

He turned fully towards her and folded his arms across his chest sizing her up. He thought for a moment before answering. "What's the catch?" he asked skeptically.

She nodded towards the tattoo on his arm, which made him immediately cover it up with his other hand. "I want in." she said in a serious tone.

He stared at her for a good full minute before bursting into laughter. Hermione crossed her arms and glared daggers at him. She was seriously considering hexing him for laughing at her. Finally after a few minutes he calmed down and looked at her again. "Please tell me you're joking!" he laughed. "You can't be serious!"

"I AM serious." She stated coldly, glaring at him some more. "I want to join." She repeated.

"Why?"

"Those are my reasons, not yours. All I want you to do is help me get in." she explained.

Malfoy became serious now and leaned against the back of the couch that was next to him. "Its not like a book club Granger. You just can't walk in there and stick your arm out and say 'Here I am Oh-Dark-One.' And then you're done. Especially you! You're a mudblood! If you some how get to see him without being killed first, he would never let you join anyways, even if you weren't part of the Golden Trio."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him and waved it off. "Have you forgotten, Malfoy, that your precious leader is a halfblood?"

He ignored the snide comment and continued. "But besides that, give me one good reason why I should help you and not just oblivate your sorry ass once I'm done having this pointless conversation with you?" he asked as he inspected his nails.

"Because you want to learn how to do wandless magic don't you? I’m sure the Dark Lord would be impressed with that considering even some adult wizards and witches can't do it. Now since I already know how to do it I could teach you. As payment you get me a meeting with the Dark Lord and I'll handle if from there."

Again he gave her a cold look and sized her up. "So how do I know you're telling the truth and not just bullshitting me? Why should I trust you?"

She opened her mouth, but then closed it. He did have a point. She was after all the best friend to Harry Potter who was currently number one on Lord Voldemort's Hit List. Why SHOULD he trust her?

"I'll prove it. I'll do anything." She said, then immediately mentally slapped herself for saying 'anything'. The look in his eyes send chills down her spin and that smirk wasn't all to comforting either.

"Really?" he asked as he walked over to her. He pushed himself in between her legs and leaned in. She instinctively moved back. His face was inches from her, his stormy eyes staring down into her honey gold. "Anything, Granger? Is that a promise?"

She tried to respond to him but found that her thoughts were becoming muddy as she felt his hand rub up the inside of her thigh. She started to feel butterflies in her stomach and started to close her eyes as he leaned in. Hermione desperately tried to control herself but his presence was just too dominating.

"Well, Granger? You promise you'll do anything?" he whispered, his cool lips barely touching hers.

"Yes." She muttered back to him, captivated by his spell.

His rough hand slid up and cupping her center. Hermione could barely suppress the moan that was trying to escape from her throat. "'Yes' what, Mudblood?" he whispered harshly against her pink lips as his hand made its way into her shorts.

"I promise," she broke her sentence when he started to rub her clit. "I…promise…."she started again but stop again when he entered his finger into her dripping pussy. She threw her head back and let out a loud moan, totally forgetting about what she was going to say.

Draco took his other hand and wrapped it roughly around her head. He pulled her in towards him, theirs lips brushing against each other. "Say it Granger!" he ordered, thrusting another finger in her.

She moaned even louder but the tight grip on her hair told her to obey him. "I promise…I'll do…anything." She panted and half moaned out.

Then he kissed her violently while putting in a third finger. Hermione felt her eyes roll at the sensation and cried out as he thrust his fingers into her soaked cunt. Then she felt the knot in her stomach tighten and felt shivers rack her body as she was reaching her climax. Then just when she was about to have one of the best orgasms in her life, the most unfair and horrible thing happened.

Malfoy wrenched his fingers from her and left her there. She stared at him in disbelief. She knew he could be cruel, but THAT cruel?! He smirked at her as licked his fingers clean. "I'll think about your proposition tonight, mudblood, and I'll talk to you about it later. And if I was you I wouldn't tell anyone about this little conversation between us. It would look horrible for my reputation." He said, then made his way up the stairs to his room without looking back.

Hermione sat still on the dark wooden desk, shaking. How could he just have left her like that? Wasn't SHE the one who was supposed to seduce HIM into helping her? Not the other way around! Well at least she got her job done. Now all she needed to do was take a nice cold shower or a warm one. She couldn't tell if she wanted to finish what he started or if she was too made to continue.

Then she thought about the way his hand felt on her thigh and the way his fingers moved inside her. Another set of shivers erupted over her body as she hopped off the desk.

A warm shower it was then…