Disclaimer: Harry Potter does NOT belong to me. Yes, I know, I’m sad too.

A Dragon's Feast

by spiffytiffi
 
 

Chapter 2
 

It’s been two months since the train incident, and it seems Hermione has forgotten it. Indeed,
she didn’t give it much thought, as their last year at Hogwarts proved to be a very busy year.
However, for Draco Malfoy, studying was the last thing on his mind. During Potions, Snape
was too busy giving a lecture to notice his students were goofing around.

Draco glared at the brunette sitting with Harry and Ron. Growling, he hated everything
about her. He hated how she always beat him at everything – despite her being a muggleborn.
He hated her for that too, now that he thought about it. Stupid mudblood, strutting around
like she owned the place. He hated how she always had to be around those two boys. He
hated how her hair has gone from bushy to romantically curly. He hated how utterly desirable
she was.

<I’m the fucking purebred here! She’s not supposed to look that good! > he thought angrily
to himself. A Malfoy actually approving of anything but a purebred? It was a disgrace. He
hated how her skin looked so beautifully pale he wanted to cover it with bruises and red bites.
He hates it how she always looked at them differently than she did him. How her eyes lighted
up when she was talking Ron. Like now.

<And right now, I really hate it how she’s always laughing with those idiots! > Sulkily, like
a spoiled brat, he slumped into his chair. He accidentally knocked down his books from his
desk in frustration and made a large sound in the room. Everyone turned to look at him.
Even Hermione.

Finally, her chocolate eyes met his, and for a moment, he held onto her gaze fiercely. Her
eyes were, he observed, flecked with gold. She quickly scowled and turned away, ignoring
him. That angered him even more. What right did she have to ignore him?

Through the years, Draco has progressively become one of the most desirable men at
Hogwarts. Blonde bangs framing his icy gray eyes, his pale skin not sickly but pearly. Years
of working out and being a Quidditch Seeker have made him buff. Granted, Harry and Ron
were also very popular with the ladies, but Malfoy had something they did not. He had power.

With the Malfoy name backing him up, he made Harry’s fortune seem like a child’s
allowance. He also had the bad boy, lone wolf image. Out the three, he was the only one
experienced with women. Harry and his messy black hair and beautiful green eyes was
more known for his kindness and fame. His Quidditch ability has made him quite toned
and he was always the gentleman. Ron, with his explosive temper, was also popular with
the ladies. He was always the one to crack a sharp remark. Girls found his flaming hair
extremely sexy.

Snape turned to the source of the noise and found a bored looking Draco. With a respectful
nod, Draco then proceeded to point to Hermione.

“Miss Granger, what is the meaning of this?” Snape asked, the room becoming deathly quiet.

“What is it, Professor?” Hermione asked, thoroughly confused. She wasn’t doing anything.

“Could you explain why you are talking in my class, and worse yet, deciding to interrupt it
by spilling Mr. Malfoy’s books onto the floor?” he asked icily.

She blinked in confusion. “I-I’m sorry Professor? I was talking and I apologize for that, but
I didn’t knock over his-”

“Pick them up, Miss Granger. I am taking ten points off Griffandor and I will take another
ten if you continue to waste my time,” Snape interjected.

She opened her mouth to object, but then thought better of it. Not wanting to be even
closer to Malfoy, she picked up her wand to magically wave the books back to the table.

“By hand, Granger. And be quick about it,” Snape added nastily.

She tried very hard not to glare at him. Reluctantly, she walked over to Malfoy’s table.
She cautiously tried to stay as far away as possible. She quickly picked up his books and
placed them on his desk. As she was turning to leave, Draco caught Hermione’s sleeve.

Furious, she turned to yank her arm away. He whispered dangerously, “I thought I told
you to stay away from them.” His eyes flashed in disapproval.

She acidly whispered back, “The day you can tell me what to do is the day Voldermort
decides he wants to have a tea party with stuffed animals. Let. Go.” With that, she wrestled
out of his grip and marched back to her desk. Ron and Harry were shooting glares his
direction. Like he cared.

Totally exasperated, Draco rubbed the bridge of his nose. Considering she was the
brightest witch Hogwarts has ever seen, he didn’t realize how stupid and stubborn she
could be. Couldn’t she see sticking around Potter could only draw attention to herself?
Still, he was impressed she could utter the name of the Dark Lord out loud. At the
thought of Voldemort, Draco unconsciously stroked his inner left forearm.

The bell finally rung and everybody hurried to get out of that damp Dungeon and off
to lunch.

“What did that slimy jerk say to you ‘Mione?” Ron asked, angry.

“The usual drivel – stay away from you two, I’m stupid, I shouldn’t live, blah blah blah,”
she said distractedly, trying to shove all her books into her bag. Harry helped her, putting
the latch in place. Hermione smiled in appreciation.

“It would’ve been a lot quicker if Snape would’ve just let you float Malfoy’s books to his
desk.” Harry said ruefully, knowing how awful it is to be accused of something by Snape.

“Speaking of Malfoy, he’s still here. Probably to suck up some more I bet,” Ron muttered
to them.

Ron placed his hand at the small of Hermione’s back, pushing her gently to the door.
Blushing deeply at the intimate act, she could only nod.

<I-It’s not what you think Hermione. This is Ron here! Ron. No way he’d ever…..I mean,
he’s never shown any…..> she thought frantically to herself, not allowing herself to dream.

<It’s our 7th year, our last year here. He never said he liked me before, and he hasn’t said
it now. He just doesn’t know what he’s doing.> she told herself firmly. Still, she could not
ignore the wonderful warm feeling she was getting. She suddenly felt another pair of eyes.
Draco, still lounging in his seat, was turned slightly to face them. One arm on the table, one
arm on the back of his chair. She turned to see gray eyes, almost purple with displeasure

Once again, feelings of danger rushed back to her. She couldn’t ignore it this time – he was
probably going to be a Death Eater when he leaves school, if he wasn’t one already. He was
dangerous and utterly terrifying. Who knows what he was capable of. He had absolutely no
restraints, unlike those on the side of Light.

She was a bit surprised, though, to find his eyes weren’t targeted at her. She followed his
line of vision and found they were locked on Ron. Draco’s eyes promised terror and brutality.
She had to admit she had never seen his eyes like this, not even when Draco was looking at
Harry. She didn’t have time to think about why Draco was acting the way he did. For once,
fearing for Ron’s actual life, she did the only thing she could think of.

Regrettably, she quickened her pace so that Ron’s hand was no longer touching her.
<Not like he likes me in the first place.> she thought sadly to herself. Not wanting to
arouse suspicion, she turned back to Harry and Ron. “C’mon, let’s go to lunch. I’m
starving,” she said with forced cheer, praying her instincts paid off.

Thankfully, neither boys saw anything out of the ordinary and nodded in agreement. She
peeked to look at Malfoy through the corners of her eyes. She saw him relax slightly and
smirked, apparently quite satisfied. With a resigned sigh, she followed her friends.
Throughout lunch, she could not, for the life of her, figure out Malfoy’s odd behavior.

Malfoy smirked, too pleased with himself to eat. It was nice to know he could control her
like that. In fact, that feeling of domination gave him a wonderful feeling of power.

He decided he didn’t like her – no, he’d rather die. But he couldn’t deny she was physically
attractive. And the thought of taming her fiery nature aroused him even more. He rationalized
he would satisfy his own lusts and do away with her when he tired of her. Lucius couldn’t
possibly keep track of every woman Draco had. Besides, once he got bored with her, he’d
throw her away like an old rag doll. Knowing the female heart, she’d be utterly devastated
and hurt. And wasn’t that what he wanted? To hurt that girl, that wench? He grinned evilly.
Yes, he would have her.

<Watch yourself Granger, > he thought languidly. <I always get what I want. > He licked
his lips slowly, sensuously.

It was going to be a hell of a ride.
 
 
 

Well, how was that? Next chapter will be on its way soon – oooh, I’m going to have so much
fun! It’ll be naughty, so squeamish beware! Also, being an amateur artist, I’ve drawn a few
sketches of how I think they (Hermione, Harry, Draco, Ron) look like. Unfortunantly, I don’t
have a website of any kind to display them to the world. Any suggestions on how I can scan
them onto the web and have people view them? I don’t really want to create/run a website, I
just want these few pictures up. Any sort of help would be greatly appreciated!!
 

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