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Sometimes Hate Is a Good Thing

by Hermione-G-Weasley
 
 

Chapter 3
Late Night Musings
 

"I can't believe you've got to do your project with Malfoy. Is Snape out of his mind?"
Harry turned to look at Hermione, who was sitting cross-legged in a chair reading a book
while Harry and Ron played a game of chess next to her.

Hermione scowled, still refusing to believe that she was actually going to have to spend
the next few weeks alone with Draco Malfoy working on the most important project of
her school career. "I don't want to talk about it," she said simply.

The truth was she didn't even want to think about it.

Alone. With Malfoy. That was just exactly what she needed. Yeah, she needed it like she
needed extra tutoring in Charms.

Please. How the hell was she supposed to concentrate on the project when all she would
be able to think of would be the thing he always did to the back of her knee during her
dreams? God, this was bloody frustrating! Yes, she decided, yes, Draco Malfoy should
die.

Then she wouldn't have to put up with this shit.

"If you want me to kick his ass, I will, you know?" Ron looked up after calling, "Check-mate,"
and winning the game. Did he ever lose?

Hermione just rolled her eyes and looked back down at her book, muttering, "Thanks, Ron."

But she did want Malfoy to get his ass kicked. She wanted to watch someone beat the living
shit out of him, and she wanted to laugh as he lay on the ground with his face bloodied and
mangled.

His perfect face.

Hermione let out a groan of frustration at this thought causing both Ron and Harry to stare
at her.

"Something wrong, Hermione?" Harry asked cautiously. Whenever she had sudden mood
changes, the boys always spoke to her in cautious-ridden voices. They had learned a long
time ago that the female species was not something that could easily be figured out, especially
for five to seven days each month.

"Is something wrong?" Hermione let out a loud, sarcastic laugh. "No, everything is just
spiffy, thanks. You know, it's been my goal to do the most important project of my lifetime
with Draco Malfoy since I was just a little girl." She glared at him for being so stupid.

Harry backed off immediately, and Ron smartly kept his mouth shut.

Hermione glared once more at her best friends and then looked back down at the book.
She had been on the same page for the past half hour. This was ridiculous.

It was just a fucking project, for Christ's sake!

A damn important one at that.

There was no way in hell that she was going to allow someone as insolent as Draco
Malfoy keep her from getting the highest score in Potions for the seventh time. No, she
would just do the damn project and get it over with. She could do it, right?

Sure, she was going to have to stay as far as possible from him at all times. And she was
going to have to ignore the way he always bit his lower lip when he was concentrating on
his work. And she was going to have to try and forget the things his fingers had done to
her the night before in her dream sequence...

This was going to be difficult.

Alone. With Malfoy.

Well, it did have its possibilities at least. How many times had she found herself thinking
how it would feel to have his body covering hers while she was lying naked on the top of
the desk she shared with Harry and Ron in McGonagall's classroom? Hmm... The things
of hers he would be capable of transfiguring... She could get herself excited just thinking
about it.

"I'm going to bed," she said suddenly. Leaving her friends with a quick good-bye, she
ascended the stairs to the girls' dormitory.

She needed a cold shower.

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Hermione Granger.

Draco found it extremely strange to think of her with a first name. He had never once in
seven years called her by Hermione. Though, of course, in his fantasies, she was always
yelling, "Draco!" and not "Malfoy!"

He laughed at the thought of the two of them in bed together using each others' surnames.
Actually, it might be a bit erotic in a way. He'd never been with a girl who despised him so
much that she would refuse to use his given name while screaming out in ecstasy. Granger
just might be the one to do it, though. He knew that the hatred she felt for him rivaled that
he felt for her greatly.

How completely exciting it would be to just have a one time, no strings attached night of
sex with the Gryffindor queen. Of course, everything about her excited him.

When they were younger, he had teased her and taunted her simply because he had wanted
to get at Potter. But through the years, his basis for the taunts had changed. Now, he could
practically get himself off just by seeing her brown eyes flare up with anger as she yelled any
of her wide-choice of profanity at him. Yes, she was indeed quite the potty-mouth these days;
being best friends with Weasley, though, she really had no choice. But Draco found her word
choice sexy. He didn't want a girl who was perfect and obedient like his mother was toward
his father, never uttering a bad word against him. Draco found Granger's mouth to be one of
her most endearing parts.

Of course, he fantasized that she had parts much more endearing than her mouth. Places he
wanted desperately to explore with his hands and his own mouth.

He wanted to taste her. God, he wanted to taste her. He could just imagine how sweet her
flavor would be against his lips, on his tongue, in his mouth.

He wanted to touch her. He wanted to make her go crazy as his hands massaged her breasts
into perfect, hard works of art. He wanted to see her reaction as his fingers explored places
he
was sure she didn't even know existed.

He wanted her.

Maybe it was sick and perverted, but he just wanted her for his own sexual need and pleasure.
Of course, he knew he was more than capable of giving her the same sort of pleasure, and he
could do more than just fulfill her needs.

And then he would laugh at her.

It would be the best part of the whole thing. After hours of making her go crazy, after hours
of hearing her literally beg him for more, after hours of what would quite possibly be the best
fuck either of them would have in their entire lives, he would drop her. He would drop her
and laugh at her.

And then never speak to her again.

Yes, he had been planning this exact course action for well over a year now. He would
use her for what he wanted her for and then embarrass the hell out of her by telling the
entire school that she had begged him for sex. Her perfect little Head Girl persona would
be ruined, Potter and Weasley would be disgusted with her, the lower years would look
at her in a completely new way. And it would be all his doing.

He would ruin her.

He laughed thinking that if all of his fantasies played out right before the N.E.W.T.'s, he
might even be able to beat her. Then his father would be proud. He would have beaten
the bitch and ruined her goody-goody image all in one swift action.

Could the plan be any more perfect? Of course not. Draco Malfoy's plans were always
perfect. He always knew exactly what he wanted, and he never stopped until he got it.

It was in his blood.

Of course, the plan may have been perfect, but it was still completely absurd. He would
never get the chance to fuck her. He would never get the chance to ruin her image. He
would never get the chance to beat her on the most important exams they would ever take.

It just wouldn't happen.

Granger didn't share his sexual fantasies. She would never willingly lie down for him. And
he might have been a Malfoy, evil tendencies might have been in his nature, but he was not
a bloody rapist. The last thing he would ever do was force himself on a girl. Even one he
hated as much as Granger.

And he did hate her.

It seemed as though he hated her more each and every day. He hated her more every
time she crept into his fantasies and started doing a sexy little strip-tease for him. He hated
her more every time she pranced around in front of him in that damn short skirt of hers. He
hated her more every time he heard her voice in his head screaming in pleasure.

He hated her.

And now Snape had gone and given him what could quite possibly be the worst torture he
would ever experience- worse even than losing the House Quidditch Cup to Potter's damn
hands. Snape actually expected him to work with the stupid bitch. God, was he trying to
make him suffer for any specific reason?

A smile crept to his lips, though, as he imagined what it would be like to be alone with her.
Completely alone with her. No Potter. No Weasley. No Crabbe. No Goyle.

Just him and Granger.

Had he ever actually been alone with her? Besides the many times in his dreams, of course.
He really didn't think so.

Hmm...

Maybe this Potions project wasn't going to be such a bad thing after all. Maybe by some
wild, out-of-this world chance, he really could get all his wishes.

Draco looked up at the ceiling of the seventh year Slytherin dormitory, all of his roommates
long ago having fallen asleep. What was Granger doing at this very moment?

He immediately got aroused as he pictured her, lying in her own bed, trying to take care of
her own sexual urges.

That wand could really come in handy for a girl... No wonder it was always part of his
fantasies.

A smile crossed his lips at the image, and he knew right then that he was most definitely
going to take care of her sexual urges for her. Yes, he was going to bed her. No matter what.
He didn't know how, but he made up his mind right then and there that Granger was going to
squirm underneath him.

And once a Malfoy made up their mind, there was no changing it.
 
 
 

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