Tear You Apart

They\'re not mine, and it\'s probably a good thing.


Draco stood at the entrance way to Platform 9 ¾ surveying the students that he was now the Head of. He let his gaze wander, sizing up the guys, checking out the girls, well girls in 5th year and up, he did have his standards, after all. His eye was caught by a leggy brunette in an extremely short skirt. Draco took a moment to appreciate the fact that the skirt gave full view of the long slender legs that he was certain would look even better when they were wrapped around his waist. He let his gaze travel upwards, to the tight bum that was emphasized by the skirt, and then the soft curves of her waist, and finally up to her long, chestnut curls that fell about halfway down her back. Her hair looked soft and it was begging him to bury his hands in it. Draco was just wishing she would turn around so that he could see if her breasts were as amazing as the rest of her when he heard someone call out “Oy! I believe it’s our new Head Girl”.
The girl he had spent the past few minutes ogling spun around and Draco’s brain registered only two things.
The first was that her breasts were in fact perfect for her body, any smaller and she could have been considered flat, but any bigger and she would have looked top-heavy. They were perfect and petite, just like she was.
The second was that the girl he’d been looking at for the past five minutes, the girl he’d been planning on getting into his bed as soon as possible, the girl he was sure that he would not be able to get out of his head until he had her, that girl was Hermione Granger.
Fuck.
Draco’s look of appreciation melted into one of horror as Hermione headed over to Ron, who had called out to her, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
Draco began to pace, back and forth along the deck, running over first years in his daze. After running into his fifth first year Draco decided that he needed a bit more seclusion to sort himself out.
He made his way onto the train, into the Head compartment and collapsed on the seat.
No.
He wouldn’t accept it.
He couldn’t accept it.
But he knew.
Draco was a passionate man. He didn’t show it, but he was. When he wanted something, he had it, no questions asked, for as long as he wanted. And until he got whatever it was that he wanted, desire for it burned in him.
Draco moaned and put his head in his hands.
He knew he wouldn’t be able to get her out of his head until he’d fucked her five ways into next week.
Stupid, Draco, you should have known.
Draco told the voice in his head to shut up, but instead it laughed sadistically and painted images of Granger in his mind.
Granger sprawled out on his black silk sheets.
Granger pressed up against a wall panting in his ear, breathy little moans.
Shit.


~*~


Hermione spun around at the sound of Ron’s voice and then ran towards the ever-growing redhead.
He laughed as she jumped into his arms and kissed him on the cheek.
“I missed you, too, ‘Mione.”
Hermione smiled up at him and asked, “Where’s Harry”
“Oh there was an issue with his luggage or something, I expect he’ll be along in a minute or two.”
Just as Ron finished speaking, Hermione felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned and saw Harry standing behind her with a huge bouquet of flowers and an even bigger grin on his face. He brandished the flowers like a sword and said “For you, in honor of your becoming Head Girl. Although it’s not like it’s a surprise or anything.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and accepted the flowers. Then Ron glanced at his watched and got very pale.
“Harry, mate, we were supposed to meet the girls on the other side of the platform fifteen minutes ago.”
With a quick “’Bye, ‘Mione.”, they both ran off leaving Hermione standing by herself.
She pulled out her wand and transfigured the flowers to a much smaller size before slipping them into her purse. She glanced down at her watch and decided it was time to head into the train and meet the new Head Boy.
As Hermione made her way through the throngs of students, she mused over her summer and how sorry she was to see it go.
She’d been shopping in Diagon Alley at the beginning of the summer and was just leaving Flourish and Blotts when she walked into Oliver Wood.
Literally.
She was mortified and must have apologized at least a dozen times before he had laughed and scooped her into a big hug and said “It’s good to see you too, Hermione.”
Time away from Hogwarts hadn’t diminished Oliver Wood’s good looks, if anything, they were better. Hermione was so busy noticing him, she almost missed the fact that he was noticing her as well.
After they had untangled themselves, Wood had gallantly offered her his arm, and they had made their way to a small café where they talked and when it was time for her to leave he’d asked her out on a date. She’d accepted, and that date had lead to a fling that lasted the entire summer. They had parted on good terms, and in all honesty, Hermione had been ready for something new.
Wood had been a good, well not boyfriend, because they’d never officially been dating. He had been a good friend, with benefits. And Hermione had thoroughly explored all aspects of that phrase. Wood had made fun of her for it, saying that she couldn’t leave something alone until she had studied it from all aspects, not that he was complaining or anything.
Hermione came into the relationship not completely inexperienced, but she was certainly less experienced than she would have liked and she had been on the lookout for someone who would rid her of the pesky little problem of her virginity.
Wood had been more than willing and all in all, her first time hadn’t been that bad. He had been gentle and tender, and held her afterwards. Throughout the course of the summer Hermione had enjoyed learning about sex and her body with Wood, but she’d never quite felt fulfilled.
Sex with Oliver Wood had been good, she wasn’t denying that. But it hadn’t been great. Hermione wanted more. More excitement, more passion, more lust, more anger, just more.
So in the end they’d said their goodbyes. They made no empty promises to write or that they would stay together, because they both knew that it had been a summer fling, and that they had gotten out of it exactly what they wanted.
Now Hermione wanted something more. Not more in the touchy-feely emotional sense. Her emotional needs were more than adequately met by Harry, Ron and her other friends.
No, it was the physical she was looking for, and Hogwarts was full of promising suspects.

Hermione finished this little trip down memory lane just as she reached the Head Compartment. She slid back the door to reveal a person with a white-blond head buried in his hands.
“Malfoy?”, she spat out in disbelief.

The head lifted and steely grey eyes met her gaze.
“Granger.”, he grated out.
His eyes traveled up and down her body before his lips curled in a sneer.
“I thought there was a dress code at Hogwarts. Perhaps as the Head Girl you might follow it.”
Hermione glared at him and said, “We’re not at Hogwarts yet, you prick, and I’ll thank you to mind your own business as to what I wear.”
“And I’ll expect that you not walk around Hogwarts looking like that.”
Hermione’s eyes flashed and she replied “Why, Malfoy, see something you like?”
Draco’s eyes narrowed. Shit. When did her insults start to hit so close to home.
“Hardly. But that…”
Luckily, as he hadn’t quite figured out what he was going to say, she interrupted him.
“If you are quite finished bashing my wardrobe, Malfoy, we do actually need to try to get some work done before the prefects meeting. Unless of course, you’d like to lose your Head position before we even get to Hogwarts?”
He gestured for her to continue and she did. At great length. For forty five. Fucking. Minutes.
Finally Draco couldn’t take it anymore. He turned to The Girl Who Wouldn’t Shut Up About the Bloody Schedule and said “Granger, the schedule is fine. Okay? The prefects may be stupid but they can figure it out. If you don’t mind, it’s time for the meeting so pack up the color coded chart and let’s get this over with, shall we?”
Hermione glared at him, but moved to gather her things anyway.

They managed to make it through the prefect’s meeting without killing each other, and then spent the rest of the ride is silence, her with her nose in a book (Well of course she does, she’s fucking Granger.) and he staring out the window (Does he have to sit there like that? Merlin I can feel the arrogance from across the room.).
~*~
Hermione enjoyed the Sorting ceremony, as she always did, but was peeved when Harry and Ron sat with Ginny and Luna, leaving her with Neville who talked about Trevor the entire time. Hermione was seriously contemplating hexing Neville into silence, but suddenly, the meal was over, and the students were retreating to their respective rooms. Hermione said goodbye to Neville and tried to catch Ron’s eye before she left but was swept out of the Great Hall before she could find him. She sighed, and made her way to her new rooms, which she knew nothing about, other than that they were right next to the astronomy tower.
As Hermione made her way up the tenth flight of stairs she silently praised her spin class, which had kept her in shape over the summer. Finally, after thirteen flights of stairs, Hermione came to a stop in front of a picture of a wounded knight battling a dragon. The knight noticed her first and limped over to her.
“Password?”, he gasped.
“Whirling dervish.”, she replied.
The portrait swung open revealing her first glimpse of her common room. Hermione climbed through the portrait hole and into one of the most lavish rooms she had ever seen at Hogwarts. A fire was burning in the enormous fireplace at one end of the room. There were couches and chairs scattered throughout the room and pictures of some of the less respectable, but more creative, alumnus of Hogwarts. The room was decorated tastefully in deep, soft colors, and Hermione noticed that no one house’s colors dominated. In the common room there were three doors, and Hermione felt drawn to the one on the far right. She walked towards it and put her hand on the knob, but before she could turn it, the door fell open.
As Hermione looked around the room she got the feeling it had been made for her. The room held a large, comfortable looking bed, an armoire big enough for three wardrobes, and underneath the large bay window was a beautiful oak desk. Hermione’s trunks were already in the room, sitting at the end of her bed, waiting to be unpacked. The room was decorated, not in her house colors (which she had never really liked, anyway) but rather in deep blues that contrasted wonderfully with the oak bed, desk and armoire. Hermione noticed a door within the room and she walked towards it to investigate.
This door revealed a bathroom with a large mirror, a shower big enough for eight, and a huge, claw-footed bathtub. Hermione gave a sigh of relief at the sight of the bathtub, she knew it would come in handy when she was feeling stressed out over the year.
As Hermione walked back through her room into the common room, she thought that only one thing could make these rooms more perfect. A seriously shaggable young man, who catered to her every desire.
Just as Hermione was contemplating this, the door to the left of hers opened, and out walked Draco.
“Seriously, Granger, I thought we talked about the clothing, or rather, lack thereof.”
Hermione started violently before whipping out her wand and saying, “I want to know what you’re doing here in five words or less, Malfoy.”
His eyes locked with hers as he counted out the words on his fingers.
“I. Live. Here. Too…Bitch.”
Hermione tore her gaze away from his, her thoughts briefly wandering back to where they had been the moment before Malfoy had walked in the room. Something about a shaggable young man…No! This was Malfoy for Merlin’s sake. Get your head on straight, Granger, and figure this out.
“Oh, don’t tell me you didn’t know that the Head Boy and Girl share a common room, promotes inter-house relations and the like.”
Draco smirked at the Head Girl’s evident discomfort. She did look quite smashing when she was pissed, and the fact that her blouse wasn’t buttoned all the way allowed him a wonderful view of her heaving chest.
Draco took a moment to wonder why it wasn’t bothering him that he was checking out Granger, but then he remembered that it would probably piss her off even more once she realized he was doing it and he was suddenly fine with it again.

Hermione snapped her fingers in Draco’s face again.
“Malfoy. Earth to Malfoy. If we’re going to be sharing a common room, and I assume a bathroom then we need to lay out some ground rules.”
Draco decided right then and there that he was making it his mission for the night to upset Granger as much as possible, because she really did look delectable when she was angry.
“Okay, Granger, rule number one, whenever I want to be in the common room, you will leave it. Same applies for the bathroom. Rule number two, you will not enter my room unless invited. Rule number three, you will never be invited into my room.”
Oh, good, Malfoy was in fine form tonight. Well that was alright, Hermione was looking for an outlet for her frustrations and Malfoy was as good a target as anyone, better actually, she didn’t care if she hurt his feelings. Not that he had feelings.
“Funny, Malfoy, really fucking hilarious, you know if you keep up that kind of maturity this year will be gone in a flash.”
“Oh, Granger, someone finally taught you how to swear, what next, Weasel finally gets some money?”
This statement caused Hermione to stalk over to Draco and hiss her next words at him.
“Don’t you ever, ever talk about any of my friends again, you self righteous, self-centered, arrogant son-of-a-bitch.”
As she started to back away Draco grabbed her arms and pulled her right up against him as whispered harshly in her ear.
“Listen to me you stupid little girl, you will never again tell me what to do and you will not insult my mother. Ever. Got it?”
Hermione was too stunned to respond. First of all she and Malfoy had only ever touched once, and that had been when she’d slapped him back in third year. She started thinking he might need another slap, just to remind him that he couldn’t push her around, but then she got distracted.
Apparently even little ferret boys grow up at some point. Malfoy had gotten tall, she barely came up to his chin and the hands that held her close to his body were strong. Through his sweater she could feel his chest, and how defined it was, and she couldn’t be certain, but she thought there might be a little bit of activity going on downstairs as well.
Before she had time to really analyze any of this, Malfoy had pushed her away and stalked off to his room, slamming his door shut.
Hermione retreated to her own room, and after closing her door in a much more socially acceptable fashion, went to bed.


~*~


A few days later as he was walking into the Great Hall for lunch, Draco spotted Hermione. She was on her hands and knees, just outside of the doors to the Great Hall, picking up the papers scattered on the floor in front of her.
“You look good like that, Granger.”
Hermione straightened up and sat back on her heels, waiting for the rest.
“But then, I’ve always believed that any girl would look good on her knees in front of me, I suppose even you.”
Hermione smiled up at him, not the smile she gave her friends, but the more dangerous one, the one that promised she could give as good as she got.
“Well since you seem to like me better when I’m on my knees, maybe I’ll like you better on yours.”
Draco had time for only a moment of confusion before Hermione drove her fist into his groin. As he fell to his knees, gasping for breath, she picked up the rest of her papers and rose.
Looking down at him she said, “No, you’re still the same vile, disgusting, Malfoy.”
Then, with one last disdainful look, she walked into the Great Hall.


~*~

Draco and Hermione spent the next few weeks walking on eggshells, neither wanting to incite the other, but both knew that something was going to happen soon, something was going to spark and ignite this, whatever it was between them, and when it did there would be no stopping it.




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