Bitch

Authors Note: Okay. They might be slightly out of character, but I'm going to try my best. I think that making Malfoy into a bit of a wimp in the books was necessary for the plot line, but it’s not the type of character I see Malfoy as at all, not once he grows up a bit anyways. For those of you who have ever seen Buffy, I picture him somewhat like Spike. They even look similar. And, as unlikely as it is, I love Draco/Hermione pairing. And I had a good idea, so I’m going to go with it.

Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Harry Potter. If I did...well, it wouldn’t be for children to read. And Voldemort would not be their biggest problem.
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There’s something about the way we fit
There’s something about this psycho trip
There’s something about the way we grove
Something’s got me and I just can’t seem to choose
I love you, I hate you
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Draco Malfoy cringed as the word he most did not want to utter at this moment left his lips. "Cr...Crucio!" And as the screams of his beloved filled his ears, he hated himself for what he was doing to her.

Hermione screamed. And screamed. She was on her back on the floor of the Malfoy Manor, and she was writhing in pain. The were originally torturing her to find out about the where abouts of Harry and Ron. It had started out with Bellatrix, but when she had heard the answer she wanted and fulfilled her taste for pain for the night, she had suggested that Draco take over and ‘teach the filthy Mudblood a lesson’ for practice. She had looked into Draco’s eyes at that moment, and knew what had to be done. His family could not know of them. All the laughter and love they’d shared, or they’d do much worse to him, not to mention her. She had given him a slight nod to show she understood, and that she would not hold it against him. His eyes had shined with sorrow, and he had raised his wand. It had been going on for about ten minutes now, and Hermione was in pain, but he wasn’t putting much force behind it, little to his aunt Bellatrix’s knowledge.

After about ten more minutes, Bellatrix yawned a bit, covering her mouth. “Well Draco, the Mudbood is boring me. Why don’t you take her to your room and show her what a pureblood is?”

Draco paled. He knew the treatment they would expect him to give her if he took her to his bed. “But Aunt Bellatrix, she could have more useful information that we could give the Dark Lord. if we maim her too much she might not be strong enough to speak.”

Bellatrix seemed to think on this for a few seconds, before giving Draco a sick grin. “Why, my dear, you are right! Draco, you are on your way to becoming a wonderful Death Eater indeed. Well, throw her in the dungeon then.”

Draco quickly replied. “No, I wish to have my way with her, just not to the point that the filth isn’t conscious.”

“Very well, very well. Just don’t get too much of her tainted blood on your silk sheets, your father will go absolutely nutters.”

“I will be careful Aunt.” Draco answered, and Bellatrix walked to the door, giving Hermione a quick kick for good measure. At the girl’s grunt of pain, she laughed and exited the room.

As the door closed, Draco had to fight very hard not to rush over to Hermione and hold her. But he had to hold his composure until he got to his room. He knew his father was around somewhere. Lucius had the type of presence that didn’t go unnoticed. And if he wasn’t in the room, he was at least near by. Draco sauntered over to Hermione, seemly uncaring, and nudged her with his foot. Luckily, his Hermione was smart, and knew to still hold the act. “Get up you piece of filth.”

Hermione opened her mouth and tried to lift her head, but it fell backwards and she sputtered, blood trickling out her mouth where Bellatrix had slapped her so hard her lip dug into her tooth. “I..I can’t.”

“Ugh, Mudblood aren’t you good for anything?” Draco growled, and bent down and gathered her in his arms. He hoisted her up, letting her head hang over his arm instead of cradling it like he usually would. Anyone could be watching. “Well, I am going to make you useful for something. It’s been so long since I’ve had release, dear Granger, and you are going to help me achieve it.”

Hermione tensed. To an onlooker, it would look like she had tensed in fear. But in reality, she had tensed in slight arousal, and realization that the torture was over. Draco would never hurt her like that on his own. But she had tensed because there were many other in this Manor that could demand a turn with her if Draco didn’t get her to his room unnoticed. It hurt to speak, and her throat was hoarse from screaming in agony so much, so she simply exhaled, and let her head drop. She was only half conscious. She relaxed slightly when the hand Draco had around her knees started stoking the underside of her knee, so that if anyone else were looking they would not se it. He began to carry her up to his room.

When he reached the black door to his room, he murmured the password. No one, not even his father or the Dark Lord himself, could enter this room. With all the ancient magic surrounding this house, and his room was the center of it all. Not unless they knew the password. Which only he did. He stepped into his room, kicking the door closed behind him. As soon as the door was closed, he headed towards his own bathroom, laying Hermione on the soft rug there. He pushed her hair out of her eyes, and shook her gently. She opened her chocolate eyes and looked at him. “Draco...”

“Hermione, I’m so sorry. I didn’t....I had to...” Draco struggled to explain the feelings that were rushing through him. He was so afraid she would hate him for what he’d done.

“Shh...Draco, I know. If you hadn’t have done it, they would have been suspicious. I’m alright, I just need a little time to regain my strength.”

Draco leaned over her and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead. He stood, and walked over to his large bathtub that could easily fit five people. He ran the tap, feeling the water to make sure it was hot, but not scorching. While it was filling, he moved over to the trembling girl, and kneeled next to her. “Im going to put you in the bath, the warm water will sooth the tension. Then you can sleep in my bed with me, alright?” When she nodded her consent, he bent over a little and began to remove her clothes.

He began with her Muggle shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, and wincing when he saw the cuts there that his own Aunt had inflicted with a dagger. He gently pushed the garment off her slender shoulders, and placed a hand on her shoulder blade, lifting her slightly to undo her bra with one hand, pulling it off her as well. He continued with her trousers and panties, leaving her completely bare. He lifted her into his arms again, and placed her in the warm bath.

Hermione moaned. This felt amazing, even if the water on her open wounds did slightly sting. She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Draco, smiling softly at him. “Mmmm...thank you.”

“Anything for you.” Draco replied. He steadily was brushing her hair from her face. As her eyes slid closed again, he couldn’t help but be amazed that here they were. They’d made it. Kind of. After all they had been through, he thought they well deserved it. It also made him wonder when he'd become this soft with the girl. When they'd first started, it had been much rougher, almost brutal. Then as the relationship progressed, it was still rough at points, but had a mass mount more of affection.....

____________[In 7th year. Things are a bit different.]____________

Hermione Granger sighed. She was sitting, quite alone, in the Headmasters office. She was in her seventh year, and had been named Head Girl. No less than she expected if she did say so herself. The Head Boy, who’s identity she did not know, was supposed to meet her here and they were both to discuss their personal dormitory and duties with Dumbledore. Since neither Harry nor Ron were here, she had a nasty feeling in her gut she knew who the Head Boy would be. She hated to admit it to herself, but he most likely still would have been Head Boy even if Harry and Ron had been there. She sighed as she thought of her friends. She had wanted badly to go with them, but she couldn’t. Dumbledore had decided that Hermione was needed at Hogwarts, and would join her friends when the time came. But with Dumbledore dead now, McGonagall was the new Headmistress.

The bushy headed girl was just beginning to ponder the turn outs of this some what disastrous situation could lead, when se head the door swing open behind her.

“Oh, hell no.” She heard a familiar cold, silky voice say. She turned to see the exact person she was expecting, none other than Draco Malfoy.

“Oh hell no, what, Malfoy?” She snapped. She knew the feeling she’d had in her gut was correct. Draco was the Head Boy, and this was not going to be a very pleasant experience.

“You’re fucking Head Girl!”

“You didn’t expect as much?” She questioned. Surely he wasn’t that daft.

“Of course I did. But maybe deep down I had hoped the Headmistress would have a slight error of ways and appoint a different choice.” Draco smirked. Of course he had known she would be Head Girl. In fact, all summer he had looked forward to it. Now he would get to see her every day, torment her and drive her up a wall whenever he please. And he knew exactly the way to do it. But alas, he was not as cold and calculating as he once was. Sure, he was still a right bastard and he himself admitted it, but over the years he’d come to enjoy their bickering. He admired to girls fire. He had some respect for the girl. But that still didn’t mean he liked her.

He decided the best way to go about his plan to get under her skin by being civil. Not sugary sweet, but nice enough that she would see that he had changed slightly. And changed, he had. Ever since the incident on the Astronomy Tower with Dumbledore had taken place, things had changed with Draco Malfoy. The Dark Lord had been slightly angry that Draco had failed to kill Dumbledore himself, but was ecstatic the man was dead nonetheless. Snape had been praised, Draco had been released until further instruction, and his father had been sent to Azkaban for being careless over the summer break. Things were very cheery for Draco right now.

He walked over to her, and bowed his head slightly. He may not like her, but he’d had some weird fascination with her since they day he met her. That was why he always pushed her buttons. He loved seeing her angry, sparks flying in her eyes. And it drove him crazy that he’d slept with more than half of the now 7th year, including most of the Gryffindor girls, with the exception of one Ravenclaw, two Hufflepuffs, and Hermione. And Millicent Bullstrode, of course. He would have her. Oh yes, he would. and he would hurt and please her until she begged for more. She was much more appealing this year than any other, with soft mahogany curls that fell to about her ribcage, those cinnamon eyes and full lips. He would have her. And then he would discard her like she meant nothing. Or he would keep her. He was undecided at the moment. He didn’t know how to explain his fascination with her. Lust? Yes. Love? No. Obsession? Definitely. Resent? Not really. It was mostly an urge to primally fuck her until she screamed.

He extended his hand, towering over her seated figure slightly. “Well Granger, no sense in starting our duties together with cold attitudes. What do you say? Civil?”

Hermione stared at his hand like he’d gone crazy. Was he crazy? Did the whole thing with Dumbledore break him? Was he being nice to her? “Uhm...Malfoy, you do realize who you’re talking to, right?”

“Yes, Granger, I do. It will come as a shock to you, but I don’t hate you as much as you and I both once thought. It was how my father raised me, but now that he’s gone I’m free to my own opinions. Lucius will not be leaving Azkaban for a very long time, and I intend on making the best of that time while I can. So what do you say Granger?” He shook his hand a little, indicating he was still waiting for her to shake it.

Hermione had to fight for her jaw not to drop, and she thought it did a little anyhow. She saw in his eyes he was being truthful, but there was a slight glint in the back of them that didn’t fail to escape her notice. But she reasoned she would eventually find out what it was. She raised her hand and shook his, trying to ignore the sparks that ran through her. This was the only physical contact she’d ever made with him, not counting the time she’d hit him. His skin somehow managed to be calloused, but soft at the same time. He gave her a smirk, kissed the top of her hand, then released it and settled down in the chair next to her. He knew his manners.

Just when she was about the ask him what he was playing at, the door swung open, and in swept McGonagall. She took her place at Dumbledore’s old desk, and stared at them.

Throughout the next hour or so, she proceeded to explain that they would have a common room of their own, their own private bedrooms, and a shared bathroom. Hermione almost bounced up and down in her seat when the headmistress announced they even had their own private little library. They were to think of a password for the Head dorm together, and think of their own private passwords for their rooms. They were allowed to give other people these passwords, but only ones they knew they could trust. And they were required to have the password to each others rooms. They were to make nightly rounds, together, until one in the morning. Curfew this year was ten thirty in the castle, eight outside of the castle. There would also be a Halloween ball, but they would begin planning that in October.

“So, for now you may go to your rooms. The dorm is located in the dungeons, don’t look at me like that Miss Granger it gives you the most privacy. There is a portrait of Dumbledore hung, so you can not miss it.”

“Alright Professor, thank you very much. Ready Granger?” Draco asked, and Hermione nodded. They said their goodbyes to McGonagall, and headed towards the dungeons. “So Granger, what should the main password be?”

“I’m not sure. Something we’ll both remember.” She said. “Hmm...”

“Mudblood?” Draco grinned wickedly. She gave him a scolding look.

“Under no circumstances am I going to use that passwor-”

“Yes, yes I know. I think it’s something I’ll remember nicely. I’ll make that my password.” He continued to grin.

“What happened to being civil, Malfoy?” Hermione spat. She knew he’d been lying.

As they rounded a corner of the dungeons, they came face to face with a large portrait of Albus Dumbledore. He smirked at her. “I’m being civil, am I not? I see no use in discontinuing my nickname of you, though, Granger. But I promise I will try to refrain from using it unless you really anger me.”

“Well, I suppose I can deal with that.” Hermione grumbled.

“Why, hello!” Albus exclaimed. “Nice to see you again, Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy! What will your password be?”

“We’re still trying to decide that, Professor.” Hermione told him.

“How about Blood Pops? It seems fitting as you two are always at each others throats.” Albus suggested.

“Of course, Professor!” Draco said. “Blood Pops.”

Albus smiled, and swung forward. Draco entered the portrait hole, but when Hermione wasn’t beside him, he turned and gave her a questioning look. She had a sad look on her face, staring up at the previous Headmaster. After a second though, she shook her head, and entered. “Now, for our passwords.” She said, trying to distract herself. “You’re not really going to make that horrid word your password, are you?”

“No, no, my dear Granger, I’m not. But yours would fit to be something along the lines of bookworm.” He teased. She was in very close proximity of him, and he fought the urge to touch her. Ravage her, actually.

“Hmmm. Bookworm. Well, why not?” Hermione turned to her portrait, which was of the Gryffindor lion. “Bookworm.” The lion roared softly, and swung open. She turned back to Draco. “How about you?”

“Black.” At her questioning look, he shrugged. “My mothers maiden name.”

“Well, Malfoy, it’s been almost a pleasure, but I’m off to relax. Good night.” Hermione said politely, and turned an entered her room. It was gold and burgundy color themed, and she expected no less. She saw three doors that she, out of curiosity, opened. One led to a very large closet, another to her own private terrace. It curved around the tower though, and she saw another door. She figured Draco also had access to it. She remained there for a little while, staring up at the stars and noting how clear and beautiful the sky was on this night. After she started getting chilly, she reentered her room, and went over to the final door. She assumed it led to the shared bathroom, and was correct.

What she didn’t expect, was to see her dorm mate, already in said bathroom, half hidden behind a blanket of steam. Her jaw dropped, and she turned as if to shy away. But for some reason, she was rooted to the spot. Watching him tilt his face into to faucet, water droplets sparkling on his taut, sinewy body. His lean muscles rippling with his movement.

Hermione was transfixed, as if in a trance. And she didn’t snap out of that trance until he turned the faucet off, and she knew she had to get out of there before he noticed her. She hurried back into her room, closing the door behind her and going into the common room. Her room seemed to claustrophobic and small right now, so she plopped onto one of the soft cushions of the purple couches. Se stared into space, trying hard not to press her thighs together in attempt to sooth the literal pool of desire that was now in her panties. She knew what that meant. She’d been turned on before, and touched before. But she’d never gone all the way. Viktor was just to burly for her, all in all. But Draco...Draco looked like a Greek God, and she couldn’t believe she’d never noticed it before. Wait, Draco? She’d just referred to him as Draco. She shook her head an decided she was losing her mind. After all, she had no feelings for Malfoy. It seemed it was just physical attraction. But that was sometimes the worst kind wasn’t it? There was a thin line between lust and hate. Yes, lust. She refused to use the other word.

She shook her head once more, and stood and was about to head to her room, when suddenly she was slammed from the side against the wall the couch was against. She gasped in surprise, and struggled slightly, but her attacker had her arms pinned above her head. Her eyes focused, and she saw none other than the man she’d just been thinking about holding his weight against her to pin her to the wall. “Malfoy, what...”

But he cut her off, staring into her eyes with his own lust filled orbs, and he lowered his head to her neck, and began nibbling on it softly. “Like what you saw, Granger?”

Shit. He’d seen her in the bathroom. She opened her mouth to protest and say she hadn’t meant to, but at that moment his hand slid up her side and curled around her ribcage, rubbing roughly, but yet sensually. She fought off a moan. The way he’d just looked at her...His silver blue eyes shining with lust, almost primally, made her shiver. No one had ever looked at her that way, and no one had ever made her feel this way. She knew it was wrong, very wrong, but she couldn’t help herself. She arched into his touch, screaming at herself inside her head to get a grip.

Draco had the urge to be gentle, so he lapped at the hollow of her neck and continued caressing her ribs, while his free hand went up her skirt, skimming her thigh. He felt her tense, but at that moment lifted his head and looked at her with his burning gaze once more, finally slamming his lips upon her. as he had expected, they were softer than silk, and parted at his beckon. He slipped his tongue inside, and kissed her passionately, with a slight force that his hands were picking up on now.

Hermione tensed when his finger rubbed over the band of her panties, but she couldn’t bring herself to push him off her. It felt too good. And when his hand slipped in, and began gently rubbing circles over her swollen clit, she couldn’t stifle her moans of pleasure any longer.

He smirked against his mouth. He started being rougher with her, his kiss now almost bruising and his hand on her ribs the same. The hand he had against her most private part was rubbing faster now, while his middle finger slipped into her entrance.

Hermione tensed at that. That was going a bit too far right now. She began to try and push him off her, but his lips were relentless, and the hand gripping her upper half pinned her arms above her head. “This is what you want, isn’t it Granger?”

She whimpered a little. Yes, she did, but she felt dirty moving this fast. “Malfoy...”

“Now, now, that’s not my name. I see you haven’t learned I was sincere earlier. Nonetheless, I can let you go now, or I can continue. Which do you prefer, bitch?”

Hermione opened her mouth to tell him to stop, and how dare he call her that even if it was in an affectionate and lustful tone, but the finger inside of her curled up, hitting a fleshy part that made her see starts. She gasped, and bucked her hips into him. “No, no, don’t stop...” She couldn’t believe the words had left her own mouth.

“That’s right, give in to me.” He whispered into her ear, before licking it an giving it a slight nibble. “Because whether you like it or not, Granger...” He paused, and pushed another finger into her, now using his thumb to flick her clit. He was loving this. Having the little Mudblood completely under his control. She would drop to her knees and beg right now if her told her to. He kept stroking her until he knew she was about to get off, and suddenly pulled his hand completely off of her. Her eyes bulged open, and she stared at him with a slight pout on her lips. He licked one of his fingers clean, shoving his knee between her legs against her sex, then pressed his middle digit to her lips, still covered in her juices. She made a disgusted noise and a disgruntled face, trying to turn her head away, but at that moment he tightened his grip on her wrists. She whimpered, and opened her mouth, allowing him to slide the finger in and she licked herself off of him. When his finger was clean, he removed it, noting that Hermione seemed to get wetter at tasting herself, as she almost dripped onto his knee. He brushed his lips over hers, and licked her ear once more, finishing his statement from before. “You will be mine.” And with that, he bent his head, and stopped resisting the animalistic urge he had to mark her. He clamped his sharp canine teeth as well as the dull front teeth over the curve where her shoulder met her neck, and bit down as hard as he could. She cried out in pain, and as he did this he released himself from his pants, rubbing the head of himself against her clit.

Hermione was in a state of hysteria. It was dirty, but so nice. It hurt, but felt so good. It was so wrong, yet so right. He was biting her. And it hurt so badly she could cry, but felt so good her clitoris was twitching. But when she felt the head of his penis against her, she tensed again. Not like this. She wanted to lose it properly, in a bed. “No, no Malfoy, NO!”

He smirked, and gave her neck a strong suck. Her blood was in his mouth, and in a sick way, it turned him on even more. When she protested, he pushed himself against her entrance, teasing, but didn’t enter. Instead, he replaced himself in his trousers, and gave her neck on last pull with his mouth before looking into her eyes once again. His lips were slightly stained by her blood, and swollen from kissing her.

Hers were swollen just the same. Hermione’s mind was racing, wondering what had just happened and why he kept switching from soft, to hard. She just stared, shaking slightly from the almost intrusion, and waited for him to speak.

He slammed his lips on hers once more, licking her lips before pulling back, then the kiss turned soft and gentle. After a minute of this, he stepped away and completely released her. He straightened her clothes, before kissing her briskly on the forehead and giving her a half soft smile, half smirk only he himself could pull off.

He said one thing as he left, headed to his room. He didn't even look back. She couldn't believe he was just going to walk away, leaving her there, lips kiss swollen and jaw half open. And she couldn't believe the words out of his mouth as he left.

“Welcome back, Hermione. This year, you will be mine.”
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There’s something about the way we slide
There’s something about this psycho ride
There’s something about the things we do
Something’s got me and I just can’t seem to choose
I want you, I hate you
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Authors Note: So! I finished the first chapter. The next few chapters will explain how they got together, before returning the scene at the beginning of this chapter. Draco is a bit twisted in here, and i guess you could say bipolar. He wants Hermione, but he can’t decide if he wants to break her, or love her. This fic was actually inspired by the song ‘Bitch’ by Dope, which is where I got the title, and why Draco called her a bitch. He wasn’t insulting her, more so dirty talking. Review, please, if you liked it, and even constructive critism is welcomed. I get more inspired to write if I know what I write is liked! More or this twisted, love saga soon!

-Casey Draven [Lollirot.]