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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
Views:
37,488
Reviews:
167
Recommended:
4
Currently Reading:
2
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I do not own Harry Potter nor do I make any money from this story!!!!! All characters belong to JK Rowling!
Chapter 2
margaritama – Thank you for the review! I absolutely adore a strong, brave Hermione. It’s why she’s in Gryffindor! Mysterious Draco is always yummy and Pansy is just…well Pansy just amplified tenfold. All talk and no game for the most part.
karine_snake - Thank you!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: First few chapters are going to be smut free. I like to build up to the smut. Haha! Also, look forward for Draco's POV the next chapter!
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Stupid Mudblood. What was she and Draco doing out in that corridor. Maybe Draco was teaching her a lesson for embarrassing her? Right. That’s what it had to be. Pansy’s mind raced as the train tumbled along the tracks. She tried to piece together what she stumbled upon but some where in her gut she knew it was more than just Mocking the Mudblood. Draco hadn’t said a word to her since they entered the train. He had changed, so had the stupid stinking Mudblood.
No longer a silly little girl with bushy hair. Hermione had grown. Not in height. She may be a midget forever, who knew, but she was considered quite attractive. Gag. Her hair now spiraled into long brown curls that went well past her shoulders. Her body slimmed out and Pansy noticed what she thought were breasts under the bulky Hogwarts uniform. Her eyes were still big brown puddles of mud but she had a clear complexion with a light spray of adorable freckles that traced over the bridge of her nose.
It was sickening how a majority of the boys, even Slytherins, had commented on the look for Hermione fucking Granger. Blaise was the first to notice that Hermione had grown up, developed, and surpassing even his own expectations. Theodore Nott heartily agreed but the look Pansy shot them caused them to change subjects to something more suitable. Last thing she wanted to hear was how hot they were for the mudblood.
Draco hadn’t said a word about Granger. Pansy was pleasantly surprised when he didn’t join in. Normally, he would but maybe he agreed that while Hermione may have grown, she was still dirty blood. No upstanding pureblood would ever dabble in something as low as Hermione Granger. Especially Hermione Granger. Part of the so-called Golden Trio, defender of all those who couldn’t stand up for themselves. It was enough to make her sick.
What was worse… She embarrassed her in front of Draco and he did nothing but tease. Pansy shot Draco a look, but he wasn’t paying attention. He was leaning up against his seat with his eyes closed. He had changed a lot. He wasn’t the usual snide commenting kid she first met. He was a dark brooding delicious hunk of man. Her eyes wandered down his body, clad in a black long sleeve shirt that hung on his beautifully chiseled body. The Dark Mark was probably pulsating under the sleeve, itching to get out and be revealed. If it were her, she’d wear it proudly and show it off whenever she could.
Pansy crossed her arms over her chest and looked out the window. Her mind was brought back to the incident in the corridor. How close he was to Hermione. The shade of pink across her cheeks. Had he said something randy? Had he tried something? What was he playing at? What was SHE playing at? Her hand clenched onto her arm as her thoughts delved deeper into possibilities. She knew what was going on. Hermione Granger was trying to steal Draco away from her. She wanted her to look foolish in front of him so he’d scurry into her mudblood arms. No way. Not on her watch.
Millicent nudged Pansy, who broke out of her train of thought. “We’re almost there, best change.”
The sky had darkened and before Pansy knew it, only she and Millicent were left in the compartment. Where had Draco gone? There was a shout in the corridor and she smirked. To heckle some first years. He was the same ol’ Draco.
“Oh, right.” Pansy replied, shrugging off her expensive robes for her traditional Slytherin garb.
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The welcome back feast came and went without incident. Although, Pansy thought she noticed Draco’s eyes glance over at the Gryffindor table but she just shook her head of it. They were rowdy, if not more, and that was the reason why. Not because of HER.
The Slytherins were always the first to leave. They clamored down the stairs into the Dungeons, were most began sitting around the common room discussing their eventful summers. Pansy didn’t do much. Wizard Paris, Venice, Romania. The usual. Her mother wanted her to get out as much as possible and see the world before it changed…for the better of course.
Pansy’s eyes searched for Draco across the sea of students but he was nowhere to be found. Maybe he was doing rounds as Prefect? She had been unlucky enough not to be summoned as a prefect again. Maybe taking away points for merely having ratty hair wasn’t a good idea. Whatever.
She stood around for awhile, listening to Millicent ramble on about how cute Goyle had gotten. Stupid cow needed to get laid, that was for sure. Of course, two giant bumbling idiots like Millicent and Gregory Goyle should never procreate. It’d stain the pureblood lineage far worse than mudbloods ever could. She heard the door open and watched as Draco, and another Slytherin Prefect, enter. He looked a little agitated and she instantly wanted to comfort him.
Pansy moved through the crowd, not even bothering to say sorry or excuse herself from Millicent’s conversation. Her traced her hand on Draco’s arm and stood in his way, preventing him from abandoning her.
“Draco, I missed you…” She purred, sickeningly sweet.
He grunted a hello and tried to move but Pansy was not taking no for an answer. “Draco, why don’t we go some where quiet? Just us?”
He looked down at her with his beautiful blue eyes, the thin line of his lips moving into what she thought was a sneer. He grabbed her suddenly by her shoulders and she flinched. His lips moved down, hovering over hers and she eagerly awaited a kiss. But none came.
“Like I’d do anything with a witch who couldn’t even defend herself from a filthy mudblood,” he growled in her face, tearing away from her.
Pansy stood, shocked, as Draco joined Crabbe and Goyle. He smacked Goyle across the head for staring at Millicent and sat down to play a game of wizarding chess. Tears wanted to well up but Pansy tried her best to control herself. Draco WAS embarrassed of her. That rotten, stinking, filthy Hermione Granger!!!
She stormed out of the common room, in a rather dramatic fashion, and slammed the door of the girls’ dormitory. Diving under her bed, Pansy rummaged inside her trunk for a book her aunt had given her to deal with ‘naughty naughty girls.’ She found it and pulled it out. Hastily flipping through pages, Pansy’s finger slid down the page and stopped. Her lips turned up into a wicked stare.
“Perfect.” She whispered, ripping the page out and tucking it into her robe. She rose and darted around the room, going through her dorm mates’ belongings. She knew they’d carry at least part of the ingredients she needed.
She threw the door open of the girl’s lavatory and rushed into a stall with her cauldron. There, Pansy spent the remainder of the night brewing and thinking viciously about Hermione Granger.
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The next morning, everyone was situated around the Slytherin table for breakfast and the morning mail. Her mother had sent her a box of delicious toffee while Draco’s parents sent him all kinds of sweets. He tossed it to the side and dug around for the usual letter Lucius sent. She had often wondered what they were about. If they were about You-Know-Who. Draco’s usual perfect look of tranquility didn’t give anything away. He read the note and then burned it. It WAS from You-Know-Who. She smirked, still her evil Draco.
“Oi! ‘Mione! You got a secret admirer!” The red headed Weasel bellowed, causing half the Slytherin table to look up from their parcels and meal.
Hermione snatched the brown packaged from Weasley and shot him a glare. Pansy smirked inwardly and went back to breakfast. She kept glancing up to see Hermione tear at the parcel and look at the box.
“Well, who’s it from?” Pansy heard Weasley ask. He sounded jealous, possessive, and well…very much like a boy in love. Stupid slag couldn’t even realize that she had him following her around for that very reason, not because he wanted to be her friend.
“Doesn’t say.” Hermione shrugged and put the parcel to the side, it made Pansy’s blood boil.
She glanced at Draco, who was staring at the Gryffindor table. His jaw was set but after a second he went back to his meal. She noticed a clenched and then unclenched fist. Was he jealous? No. He couldn’t be. Could he?
karine_snake - Thank you!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: First few chapters are going to be smut free. I like to build up to the smut. Haha! Also, look forward for Draco's POV the next chapter!
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Stupid Mudblood. What was she and Draco doing out in that corridor. Maybe Draco was teaching her a lesson for embarrassing her? Right. That’s what it had to be. Pansy’s mind raced as the train tumbled along the tracks. She tried to piece together what she stumbled upon but some where in her gut she knew it was more than just Mocking the Mudblood. Draco hadn’t said a word to her since they entered the train. He had changed, so had the stupid stinking Mudblood.
No longer a silly little girl with bushy hair. Hermione had grown. Not in height. She may be a midget forever, who knew, but she was considered quite attractive. Gag. Her hair now spiraled into long brown curls that went well past her shoulders. Her body slimmed out and Pansy noticed what she thought were breasts under the bulky Hogwarts uniform. Her eyes were still big brown puddles of mud but she had a clear complexion with a light spray of adorable freckles that traced over the bridge of her nose.
It was sickening how a majority of the boys, even Slytherins, had commented on the look for Hermione fucking Granger. Blaise was the first to notice that Hermione had grown up, developed, and surpassing even his own expectations. Theodore Nott heartily agreed but the look Pansy shot them caused them to change subjects to something more suitable. Last thing she wanted to hear was how hot they were for the mudblood.
Draco hadn’t said a word about Granger. Pansy was pleasantly surprised when he didn’t join in. Normally, he would but maybe he agreed that while Hermione may have grown, she was still dirty blood. No upstanding pureblood would ever dabble in something as low as Hermione Granger. Especially Hermione Granger. Part of the so-called Golden Trio, defender of all those who couldn’t stand up for themselves. It was enough to make her sick.
What was worse… She embarrassed her in front of Draco and he did nothing but tease. Pansy shot Draco a look, but he wasn’t paying attention. He was leaning up against his seat with his eyes closed. He had changed a lot. He wasn’t the usual snide commenting kid she first met. He was a dark brooding delicious hunk of man. Her eyes wandered down his body, clad in a black long sleeve shirt that hung on his beautifully chiseled body. The Dark Mark was probably pulsating under the sleeve, itching to get out and be revealed. If it were her, she’d wear it proudly and show it off whenever she could.
Pansy crossed her arms over her chest and looked out the window. Her mind was brought back to the incident in the corridor. How close he was to Hermione. The shade of pink across her cheeks. Had he said something randy? Had he tried something? What was he playing at? What was SHE playing at? Her hand clenched onto her arm as her thoughts delved deeper into possibilities. She knew what was going on. Hermione Granger was trying to steal Draco away from her. She wanted her to look foolish in front of him so he’d scurry into her mudblood arms. No way. Not on her watch.
Millicent nudged Pansy, who broke out of her train of thought. “We’re almost there, best change.”
The sky had darkened and before Pansy knew it, only she and Millicent were left in the compartment. Where had Draco gone? There was a shout in the corridor and she smirked. To heckle some first years. He was the same ol’ Draco.
“Oh, right.” Pansy replied, shrugging off her expensive robes for her traditional Slytherin garb.
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The welcome back feast came and went without incident. Although, Pansy thought she noticed Draco’s eyes glance over at the Gryffindor table but she just shook her head of it. They were rowdy, if not more, and that was the reason why. Not because of HER.
The Slytherins were always the first to leave. They clamored down the stairs into the Dungeons, were most began sitting around the common room discussing their eventful summers. Pansy didn’t do much. Wizard Paris, Venice, Romania. The usual. Her mother wanted her to get out as much as possible and see the world before it changed…for the better of course.
Pansy’s eyes searched for Draco across the sea of students but he was nowhere to be found. Maybe he was doing rounds as Prefect? She had been unlucky enough not to be summoned as a prefect again. Maybe taking away points for merely having ratty hair wasn’t a good idea. Whatever.
She stood around for awhile, listening to Millicent ramble on about how cute Goyle had gotten. Stupid cow needed to get laid, that was for sure. Of course, two giant bumbling idiots like Millicent and Gregory Goyle should never procreate. It’d stain the pureblood lineage far worse than mudbloods ever could. She heard the door open and watched as Draco, and another Slytherin Prefect, enter. He looked a little agitated and she instantly wanted to comfort him.
Pansy moved through the crowd, not even bothering to say sorry or excuse herself from Millicent’s conversation. Her traced her hand on Draco’s arm and stood in his way, preventing him from abandoning her.
“Draco, I missed you…” She purred, sickeningly sweet.
He grunted a hello and tried to move but Pansy was not taking no for an answer. “Draco, why don’t we go some where quiet? Just us?”
He looked down at her with his beautiful blue eyes, the thin line of his lips moving into what she thought was a sneer. He grabbed her suddenly by her shoulders and she flinched. His lips moved down, hovering over hers and she eagerly awaited a kiss. But none came.
“Like I’d do anything with a witch who couldn’t even defend herself from a filthy mudblood,” he growled in her face, tearing away from her.
Pansy stood, shocked, as Draco joined Crabbe and Goyle. He smacked Goyle across the head for staring at Millicent and sat down to play a game of wizarding chess. Tears wanted to well up but Pansy tried her best to control herself. Draco WAS embarrassed of her. That rotten, stinking, filthy Hermione Granger!!!
She stormed out of the common room, in a rather dramatic fashion, and slammed the door of the girls’ dormitory. Diving under her bed, Pansy rummaged inside her trunk for a book her aunt had given her to deal with ‘naughty naughty girls.’ She found it and pulled it out. Hastily flipping through pages, Pansy’s finger slid down the page and stopped. Her lips turned up into a wicked stare.
“Perfect.” She whispered, ripping the page out and tucking it into her robe. She rose and darted around the room, going through her dorm mates’ belongings. She knew they’d carry at least part of the ingredients she needed.
She threw the door open of the girl’s lavatory and rushed into a stall with her cauldron. There, Pansy spent the remainder of the night brewing and thinking viciously about Hermione Granger.
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The next morning, everyone was situated around the Slytherin table for breakfast and the morning mail. Her mother had sent her a box of delicious toffee while Draco’s parents sent him all kinds of sweets. He tossed it to the side and dug around for the usual letter Lucius sent. She had often wondered what they were about. If they were about You-Know-Who. Draco’s usual perfect look of tranquility didn’t give anything away. He read the note and then burned it. It WAS from You-Know-Who. She smirked, still her evil Draco.
“Oi! ‘Mione! You got a secret admirer!” The red headed Weasel bellowed, causing half the Slytherin table to look up from their parcels and meal.
Hermione snatched the brown packaged from Weasley and shot him a glare. Pansy smirked inwardly and went back to breakfast. She kept glancing up to see Hermione tear at the parcel and look at the box.
“Well, who’s it from?” Pansy heard Weasley ask. He sounded jealous, possessive, and well…very much like a boy in love. Stupid slag couldn’t even realize that she had him following her around for that very reason, not because he wanted to be her friend.
“Doesn’t say.” Hermione shrugged and put the parcel to the side, it made Pansy’s blood boil.
She glanced at Draco, who was staring at the Gryffindor table. His jaw was set but after a second he went back to his meal. She noticed a clenched and then unclenched fist. Was he jealous? No. He couldn’t be. Could he?