The Prophecy Of The Forbidden

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CHAPTER 1: HEAD BOY/GIRL




Hermione Granger walked into the Common Room, which she shared with Draco Malfoy.

How he had gotten to be Head Boy she had no idea, but she sure in the hell knew he didn't get the badge for good behavior.

Hermione laughed silently to herself at this thought. She wandered over to the fireplace, feeling immediate warmth wash over her body, as she got closer. She was really upset and really needed to be alone; which she was glad she was now.

Thinking of what just happened in Ron's room made her close her eyes tightly to force the tears from spilling from her eyes.

They’d just had another argument about their relationship, in which Ron insisted that they needed to be more physical. She’d told him she didn't believe they were ready for that step in their relationship yet, making Ron explode in anger.

After about ten minutes of yelling himself hoarse, he had then tried to apologize for all that he had said. Then he’d had the nerve to try it again, as if her words had fallen on deaf ears. On top of it all, he had proceeded to slap her around the face, showing that her feelings meant nothing to him at all.

She was so used to all of this, that she was tired of it. He didn't understand her decisions about sex, and she knew he never would.


Hermione needed to end the relationship. That was what she knew she had to do. Yet she didn't end it, due to her fear that another man would never love her. After all she was Hermione Granger and she had to admit to herself even she found herself rather boring at times.

Hermione wasn't one of those empty headed, simple girls, who did nothing but flirted with men. She had a mind and used it. She knew that, if that was what men really wanted, then she would probably die an old maid like her beloved Head of house; Professor McGonagall. She knew this because Hermione Granger would not dumb herself down for anyone.

However, men didn't see brains. As much as she knew that, it seemed to her also that the prettier a girl, the dumber she was- except maybe Ginny and Luna. Luna was smart and pretty but odd so no guys liked her at all. Well, no guys except Neville.

Even Neville had a girlfriend and the idea that he could get someone decent, while she couldn't, bothered her a little bit. Not that she wasn't happy for him; Neville was a good guy and a fellow Gryffindor.

Even Pansy Parkinson, who was the ugliest girl she had ever seen, had managed to land herself a good-looking man like Draco Malfoy. What did they have that she didn't?

Simple.

They were pure-blooded and she was a Muggle-born, a filthy Mudblood in their eyes. No matter how smart or how well she did magic and worked, it wouldn't change that fact. She couldn't change her blood and they didn't want to mix their pure blood with filth like hers.

Hermione felt the tears pool in her eyes and run down her cheeks silently as she thought about it. She felt so utterly alone in her private despair that she didn't care anymore. Being with Ron didn't help as she knew that, despite it all, she had settled for the first guy to show an interest in her and she wasn't really attracted to him that way. Even if she had, at one time, developed a crush on Ron.

His actions had turned her off quickly from an intimate relationship with him. He was her best friend and like a brother to her. His kisses were hurried and clumsy and Hermione felt like she was kissing her brother. She knew she would feel the same way if she had kissed Harry.

Hermione stopped her crying when she heard a strange noise. She grew very quiet, wanting to know where exactly the noise was coming from. She walked towards her room slowly, her wand drawn in her hand, as she wondered if an intruder was waiting for her on her bed. But as she got closer she realized that the noise was coming from Malfoy's bedroom, instead of her own.

She was curious about what was making such a noise, so she decided to do a little snooping. After all, knowing Malfoy, it was possible he had a younger student in there and for all she knew he was torturing them. She leant her head up against Malfoy's door, pressing her right ear against it. She heard hushed voices having a conversation, but soon recognized Malfoy's angry voice and realized it wasn't a conversation at all, but a heated argument.

"Would you just shut the fuck up Pansy! I'm in no mood for your bullshit tonight!"

Draco yelled, as he didn't even bother to hide his obvious annoyance and anger.

Great! Just fucking great! Pansy wanted to talk about the Prophet. The Prophet lies all the time, so why wouldn't it be different about his parent’s deaths? And now Pansy wanted to talk about it. Was she fucking mental or what?

Draco questioned silently, as he was getting more and more irritated and agitated by the moment. Deep down he knew the Prophet wasn't lying this time, he didn't want to believe it but the truth was out in the open. There was nothing he could do but sit back and take it all in. But how could he? His Father had murdered his mother, before taking his own life.

Coward. I grew up following in his footsteps. All my life I was the one he called a coward, and this whole time he had been the coward. What a fucking hypocrite!

Draco slammed his fist against the nightstand in front of him. Pain shot up his arm as he pressed himself against the night stand. The pain didn't defuse any of his anger, he just stood there for a moment in silence. If anything he was now feeling angrier.

How dare his Father do this? How could he leave him like this with all this shame?
Fucking bastard of a Father, cowardly piece of shit. How dare he do this? And how dare he take his mother with him?

"Drakie...I know you may need something from me...You know you want it so take it all baby..."

Pansy's voice was so seductive and smooth. Draco could feel her arms wrap around his waist, and she pressed herself onto his backside and moaned into his neck. Something inside Draco snapped, and he lost all control of his anger.

"UGHHH!"

He let out a scream as he picked up a vase and heaved it across them room. The vase shattered into pieces and hit a mirror, the sound of the glass breaking made Pansy yell in panic.

"What the fuck Draco?"

Pansy was still shaking up from what just happened. She was in shock as well, as he usually didn't display his emotions. Yet he’d just broken a vase that probably cost a fortune! She stared at him as he had thrown it and barely missed her head as he did so.

Draco just looked at her, no emotion in his eyes but anger. He wore his mask well as he looked at Pansy hard.

Serves her right, the dumb bitch can't take a hint and leave me alone. When I say leave me the fuck alone, I mean to leave me the fuck alone.

" I better leave Draco...You blew your chance with me..."

Pansy explained as Draco smirked like he didn't give a damn- and he really didn't.

"Best idea you have had all evening… let me rephrase that… maybe in your whole life!"

Draco’s voice trailed off as he turned away from her. He wished she would just leave now, get the hell away from him before he did do something he'd regret.

Without another word Pansy walked towards the bedroom door. Hermione didn't have time to move. As soon as the door opened she was knocked to the floor with force.

"Well, look at what we have here Drakie; A filthy little Mudblood spy. What should we do to her?"


Pansy sneered as she looked down at Hermione. The glee and happiness was now back in her voice as she smirked for a moment, thinking of all the ways she and Draco could put the Mudblood filth in her place. Then maybe he'd be in a good mood and shag her like she wanted him to.

"Nothing. We aren't doing anything!"

Draco growled and Hermione looked down at the floor, keeping her eyes off him. Pansy's mouth was open in shock at his choice of words.


"Surely your going to punish this Mudblood? Or teach her a lesson? At least put the little filthy bitch in her place."

Pansy stuttered her words out angrily. Draco pulled at his hair as he cried out in frustration.

"Damn it Pansy! I will take care of her, just leave now!"

His eyes flashed dangerously as he gave her a sneer. Pansy turned and walked out the Portrait hole, but before she did she gave Hermione a look of disgust. He stared after her making sure Pansy had left completely before turning his gaze to Hermione; who was now off the floor, dusting off her robes.

Draco smirked at what she was doing. Silver eyes met her brown ones. They held the gaze for a bit longer but then Hermione looked away. He started to move towards her but she must not have seen him, for she didn't try to move away, nor did she cry out. He was now nose to nose with her, and he grinned evilly as she looked for an escape to get away from him.

Not going to happen Granger

He pushed up against her, making her back hit the wall.

"Draco Malfoy let me go! What are you doing?"

Draco could hear her panic growing in her voice as he suddenly grabbed her wrists and held them in place above her head against the wall. He smirked knowing he was scaring her.


Serves her right! Maybe next time she will keep her nose out of my business.

Hermione was scared beyond anything. Here she was, pinned up against a wall, by none other than Draco Malfoy. She couldn't reach for her wand because his hands held on to her wrist firmly. He was holding them too firmly for her hands were now hurting. His grip was strong and powerful, and Hermione couldn’t help but think there was no escape.

Suddenly an idea came to her and she immediately took action. She kicked him in his groin hard, making him drop to his knees and grab his crotch in pain. He groaned.

She didn't mean to hurt him that badly, just enough to get him away from her. She bent down so that she was next to him, on her knees. Carefully and cautiously, she placed a hand on his left shoulder. Draco looked up at her with an unusual smile on his handsome face. Catching Hermione off guard she tried scooting away from him, but he was too quick for her. As she was getting up, he grabbed hold of her ankles pulling her back down on the floor where he was.

"Scared Granger?"

He saw her eyes widen as he climbed on top of her, brushing up against her leg as he did so. Draco's eyes widened as he felt blood rush to his groin making him stifle a moan. He looked into her hazel brown eyes for something, but he wasn't quite sure what he was looking for. Desire? Want? He didn't know exactly but he knew what he saw, pure beauty was what her eyes reflected.

He reached out and touched her cheek, caressing it gently. She sucked in her breath at his touch and gasped as his fingers moved over her lips. She liked what he was doing, he could tell. There was only one way too find out for sure. Without warning he brought his head down to hers and kissed her on the lips tenderly. He was surprised when she returned the kiss.


He felt her hands pull his head down further onto her sweet lips. He kissed her harder than ever, his heart burning with passion. He could feel her tongue enter his mouth, and he accepted it. He could feel his erection building, and his pants were making his cock harder.

He moaned as he realized for the first time what he was doing. He was kissing Hermione Granger. He was lying on the floor, on top of her and her legs had bent as he was now rubbing against her.


She is with Weaselbee , you can't do this Draco.

His thoughts sobered him up as he rolled off of her and stared at her. He licked his lips and tried to figure out what had just happened. He had just kissed Hermione Granger, enjoyed it and from what he could tell she had enjoyed it too.

"What's the matter Draco? Its me isn't it?"

She sat up as she asked this. He wanted to tell her how beautiful he thought she was, but was afraid of what she would say to that, so he merely shook his head.

No.

"I'm sorry Hermione, but this meant nothing… so just forget about it..."

Without another word he went to his room, leaving Hermione alone in the Common Room. He didn't even bother taking his clothes and shoes off, he was too tired to. He laid on his back, on his bed and stared at his ceiling, thinking about what just happened. Why did he lie to her?

Because you know she is happy with weasel and you don't want to mess that up. She is happy with the weasel and as long as she is happy that makes you happy.

But his head argued with itself.

But then why did she kiss me back and all but invite me to?

Draco didn't understand any of it; his reaction to her, why he had kissed her and why, if she had a boyfriend, she would kiss him back? Why did kissing Granger make him forget himself? Why did it make all his anger leave him? Dare he know the answer? He could feel his eyes grow heavy as he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

Hermione went up to bed shortly after Draco did. She couldn’t help but think about the kiss they had just shared. Draco had said to just forget about it... but she couldn't. No matter how hard she tried. If it didn't mean anything to him then why did he kiss her? If he really didn't like it he could have just pulled away.

She suddenly felt guilty and ashamed. Ron. She had cheated on Ron with Draco Malfoy- his worst enemy. But she wouldn't deny what she felt about that sweet, passionate kiss. She wanted more of him. She wanted Draco Malfoy. He had even called her Hermione.

No! Stop thinking about Malfoy, Hermione. For Christ sake if you don't go to sleep now you wont be prepared for Slughorn’s big lesson tomorrow!

Her brain was yelling at her, as she wondered for a moment longer; what had happened and how was it possible he had Imperio’d her with his lips? She knew it sounded mad, even in her own mind because no such thing was possible. But then, what was the alternative? That she had somehow started to like him? She was Hermione Granger, Muggle-born book worm and he was Draco Malfoy, pureblood, Quidditch Captain. He was rich and good looking and she was from blue collared family. She knew that his kind never mixed with hers, that he had been the first person to call her Mudblood.

Why? Why would he kiss her? Touch her? And she knew he had felt something; the way he had looked at her, she had seen something in his eyes. She wasn't sure what, but it wasn't anger. Was it desire? Lust? Or something more?

No one had ever looked at her that way before. Soon she was dreaming about Draco’s passionate kisses; not thinking of anything else but that. Her dreams were filled with his lips on hers, the way he touched her and she smiled as she slept.


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