Abused Massacre

I wonder who the Head boy is this year? Did you see Malfoy? She thought. He could almost pass as good-looking. No, he definitely passed as good-looking. What are you thinking? This is Draco Malfoy we’re talking about. She inwardly argued with herself. You’re pitiful. Don’t you ever think something like that again Hermione Granger. What. The. Fuck. This truly can’t be happening. No fuckin’ way is this happening!

Opening the door to the Head’s compartment she stopped dead in her tracks.
“What are you doing here?” she questioned.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the little Hermione Granger. All grown up are we now, Granger?” he said, conspicuously looking her up and down as if she were an animal. “I didn’t get a good look at you earlier when you were standing in front of the entrance to the platform, but now, heh heh, now I definitely have.” He said with his trademark grin. Malfoy was sitting on one of the two plush cushion benches in the cabin. Arms spread on the backs of the seats and his legs spread, he wouldn’t take his eyes off of Hermione.

Damn, she’s hot. What happened to her over the summer? And that skirt? How short is that skirt? Or is it just her legs that have gotten so long? She has nice legs…nice ass…flat stomach…large chest…damn. Fuck you man, what are you thinking? And what’s with the shirt? Who the fuck are ‘The Used’? is that a band? Fuckin’ muggle band no doubt. Mmm…if only her clothes were off…I wonder what kind of underwear she has on. Black? Thong? Damn, if she’s in a thong she can have me right here.

“Close your mouth Malfoy, before it gets stuck like that and I have to tell everyone that you swing the other way.” She reproached. She walked over and threw her bag on the floor by the empty bench. Sitting, she gave him an “I win, you loser” look. The boyish smirk vanished from his chiseled face. Standing up, he took two long strides to reach Hermione’s seat. Placing his hands on either side of her head he leaned down towards her face menacingly.
“Granger, you are aware that we share a common room, and showers, are you not?”
“Well I am aware of that now, thank you very much, Malfoy.”
“Good. So then it won’t be a problem for me to show you that I do not ‘swing’ the other way. I do believe that is how you phrased it.” He said. Leaning even closer, he whispered “And for the record, the only one who will have their mouth open like that will be you” into her ear. She could feel his lips brush against her earlobe. In response, she put her hand on the back of his neck to draw him in even closer.
“If you put that thing anywhere near my mouth, Malfoy, I’ll bite it off.” Releasing him from her hold he backed away just enough to look her in the eyes.
“Oh, no, I think that you will be singing a different tune once you see my one eyed snake.”
He took one hand off the back of the seat and started running it up her bare leg. She raised a nicely shaped brow, but did not stop him. She started to stand up forcing him to do the same. Walking over to the bookshelf to the left of her seat she turned to observe what books were given to them. He came up behind her and his left arm wrapped around her thin waist as his right glided up her smooth legs, making its way up her skirt to her inner thigh. She turned around to face him. He pushed her against the shelf making it rock slightly. Frowning at him, she tried to push him away. Grabbing both her hands in one of his, he pinned them above her head. His cold slate colored eyes bore into her soft brown ones as one very blonde eyebrow lifted.
“What are you going to do now Granger? No witty little plans?” he said with a wicked chuckle. His hips pressed against hers so she couldn’t even knee him if she wanted. He bent his head down to the crook of her neck, smelling her, grazing his lips against her silky skin. She tensed. He felt it and let out low seductive chuckle. She could feel his smile against her neck. His hot breath on her made her breast swell. Lightly he kissed her neck. Light pecks leading up to her ear, her chin, her mouth. Eyes closing, the pecks turned into longer opened mouthed kisses. She felt herself sinking into him. He let go of her hands and putting his own behind her head. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he wrenched back her head, breaking their kiss. Biting her neck, she let out a soft moan. Hearing herself, Hermione opened her eyes. Her arms were wrapped around Malfoy’s neck. One of his hands was on her ass and moved up to the small of her back.
Closing her eyes again, she pulled her head back and took his moist mouth with hers. To her surprise he let out a little moan of his own as their tongues touched. Feeling some satisfaction of her own, she pushed him away putting the back of her hand to her mouth. He had enjoyed it as much as she had. But he could never know that she actually liked it.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, releasing her a little. She pushed him off of her and walked to the door.
“That won’t happen again, Malfoy. I will not be another name that you put on your infamous list.” She said coldly and walked out the door, not knowing where she was going to go.


A/N: I hope that this chapter isn't to confusing. When I first started writing this I didn't really have a direction so I was switching back and forth with Draco and Hermione's point of views.