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Sometimes Hate Is a Good Thing

by Hermione-G-Weasley
 
 

Chapter 4
In the Transfiguration Classroom
 

Draco Malfoy sat waiting in the empty classroom he and Granger had been working in for
the past week. Yes, the infamous Transfiguration classroom. The very classroom where so
many of his fantasies had played out.

Nothing but him, Granger, an empty Transfiguration classroom, and a wand...

But soon enough. Yes, soon enough she would be writhing underneath him on one of these
very desks. Very, very soon.

He was extremely pleased with the brilliance of his plan. Could it possibly be more perfect?
Draco was sure that there was no way in hell it could have been perfected anymore.

Soon enough, he would have everything he wanted out of his seventh year. He would have
had the best sex of his life with the one girl that managed to invade his thoughts twenty-four
hours a day. He would have caught her at just the right time to distract her from her studying,
and he would be able to beat her on the N.E.W.T.'s. He would have pissed Weasley and
Potter off beyond his wildest hopes.

God, it was perfect.

Draco smiled at his own brilliance as he thought of the way Granger would be utterly ruined
after he had his way with her. Not only would her perfect Head Girl reputation be ruined, but
she would also lose the only two people in the school who could stand talking to her. Yes, it
was so perfect.

If you had told him seven years ago that he would one day be plotting to ruin the bitch's life,
he would have believed it as the God-given truth and accepted it without question. He had
hated her then as well. Hell, he had hated her since the moment the Sorting Hat had called,
"GRYFFINDOR!" when she nearly knocked the stool over in such a hurry to get sorted. He
had hated her even more when he had found out she was nothing but a filthy Mudblood. And
he had hated her beyond all extremes when she had decided she wanted bloody Harry Potter
as her best friend.

Yes, eleven year old Draco would have believed in a second that he would be plotting to
ruin her life. But he wouldn't have believed how.

Seventeen year old Draco was still having a difficult time believing it. Back then, he wouldn't
have thought in a million years that he would ever have this horrible, raw, sexual desire for her.
He would never have believed that she could invade his thoughts and take over his fantasies
the way she did. God, he wanted her.

He needed her.

And, yes, he was going to get her. He was a Malfoy after all, and Malfoys always got
what they wanted. It was his birthright. For once in his life he was happy to have Lucius'
blood coursing through his veins. If it hadn't been the fact that he could blame everything
on his bloodline, he might have felt obligated to feel a bit bad about his plan. Maybe
even a bit ashamed. But lucky for him, he didn't have to worry about his conscience.
Malfoys didn't have consciences.

Yes, bloody lucky for him.

Oh, this was the greatest scheme he had ever come up with. Draco couldn't quite believe
it had come so easy to him, but he was thrilled that it had nonetheless.

His father would be so proud.

Well, maybe proud wasn't the right word choice. His father would probably be utterly
disgusted that his own flesh and blood's greatest desire was to fuck a worthless Mudblood
senseless. But then again, wasn't it Lucius himself who had told Draco to take care of his
"manly needs" before all others when Draco had caught him screwing the maid two summers
ago? Yes, it had been. And that's what this was after all. A terribly important and insistent
"manly need." He needed to feel the little bitch writhing underneath him. He needed to hear
her scream his name as he brought her over the edge again and again. He needed to find
out everything about her sexual nature. Was she as bossy in bed as she was normally?
Hmm... That might actually be a bit of good fun...

And anyway, his father would get the things he wanted most out of Draco's little scheme
as well.

His son would finally have redeemed himself academically and ended up at the top of his
class. There would be one more miserable Mudblood in the world. And the two teenagers
who Lucius hated more than any other in the world would also be hurt beyond belief.

Famous Harry Potter and Arthur Weasley's baby boy, Ronald.

Damn. Draco almost wanted to pat himself on the back for being so bloody brilliant. He
couldn't stop himself from smiling.

Of course, he still hadn't figured out exactly how he was going to go about getting her to
agree to the whole thing. It didn't really matter, though. He would get her one way or another;
money could be bet on that. If he had to, he'd even pull out the old Malfoy charm and seduce
her. Of course, this was the absolute last resort because he wanted her to, if at all possible,
go into the whole thing knowing how much she disgusted him and feeling the same way. That
would be just too sweet.

Any other time he ever wanted to get laid, it was simple. He'd pick a girl, take her out, tell
her she was beautiful, and start kissing her until she was too far into it to turn back.

Not that they ever wanted to turn back. He was Draco Malfoy, after all.

Girls fell at his feet.

Of course, Granger had yet to fall at his feet. But he knew that soon enough she would at
least be falling to her knees and putting that smart mouth of hers to work for another purpose
besides nagging. She talked too much anyway; she needed something to keep her mouth
occupied.

At this, Draco wondered where the hell she was. She was supposed to be here... Draco
glanced at his watch... almost ten minutes ago! How dare she keep him waiting! No one
kept a Malfoy waiting. Least of all some wretched Mudblood.

They had been working every night for nearly a week now, and Draco had to admit that
they were actually making quite a bit of progress on their project. If things kept going as
well as they had been, they could very well be looking at the best Potions research project
that Hogwarts had ever seen. Of course, it had been no easy task.

Not with her there tempting him.

It was hard as hell sitting that close to her without jumping on the urge to pin her to her
chair and rip her clothes off. And, of course, she didn't help matters much. As they
worked at night, they weren't obligated to wear their school uniforms, so at least he didn't
have to worry about her short schoolgirl skirts. But the Muggle clothing she donned was
quite possibly even worse and more of a distraction. Tight jeans that greatly accented
her perfectly formed ass and skimpy shirts that were two sizes too small. God, how he
longed for the days of the ugly, buck-toothed, bushy-haired, scrawny Granger.

At least then he hadn't been worried by any of this shit.

At that exact moment, the door to the classroom opened and slammed shut as Granger
entered breathlessly. She was actually wearing her robe for once, and she was lugging a
huge bag of books on her shoulder. Her hair was disheveled, and, for a moment, Draco
thought that he had gotten his wish. She looked exactly like the thirteen year old girl that
he had so often seen running down the hall furiously at the slightest chance that she might
be one minute late to class.

But no such luck.

Granger walked to the desk he was sitting out quickly and dumped the huge weight of
books from her shoulder in front of him.

"I haven't even been up to my room since classes let out," she explained, still breathless
from her hike. "I went straight to the library to get us some more information on the uses
of timpergrass."

As they had no choice but to work with each other, they had at least taken to being civil
to each other for the most part. Of course, there were still times when they got into huge
rows, but Draco had to admit that he liked fighting with her much more than he liked
working with her.

"So, you just thought it would be fine for you to keep me waiting all this time?" Draco
glared up at her and was pleased to see the look returned.

"Well, seeing as you obviously have no desire to help with the research, I have to spend
quite a bit of time doing your load for you. You should be thankful, you stupid git."

Draco opened his mouth to retort but closed it again as she started undressing. Well, not
undressing actually, but she was taking off that damn robe. The same robe he had been
willing her telepathically to put on for over a year now was suddenly becoming a very sexy
article of clothing as she pulled it off her shoulders and let it drop into the chair beside her.

"God, it's hot in here." She was now standing before him in that damned uniform. He
wasn't sure which he preferred- the jeans or the skirt. Both of them had a definite reaction
on him. "Why is it so hot?" She gave him a bewildered look as she reached into her bag
and pulled out a ponytail holder. He watched as she swept her previously disheveled hair
up and slid it through the elastic one and a half times, leaving her hair in a half ponytail/half
bun sort of style. It was still messy, but pulled up off her neck like that, Draco realized she
had never looked quite so sexy. He flinched as she let her hands slide from her head
down her neck, over her breasts, and down her sides. "Aaah, much better."

Draco glared. He knew why it was so hot.

Oh, she was going to pay for this.

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Hermione smiled inwardly as she noticed his very obvious reaction to her movements.
Good. He deserved it after torturing her the way he had in her dreams the night before.
She wanted him to suffer greatly.

It was only fair.

She sat down in the chair her robe had fallen onto and leaned across him to reach for a
piece of parchment. She took good notice of the way his eyes followed her as she leaned
over the desk in front of him.

Yes, it was the same desk she so often fantasized of being ravished on.

Working with him like this had been hell on her. She couldn't even count the number of
times she had lost her concentration as she watched him chewing on his bottom lip in
deep thought.

Oh, how she wished that she could chew on that same lip.

It wasn't fair that she was the only one plagued with these outrageous thoughts, so she
had taken to teasing him every chance she got. She knew that he may have detested her,
but she also knew that he was a very normal teenage male with very normal teenage male
hormones. She had learned a long time ago how to work those things to her advantage
by using her newfound sexuality. She had won countless arguments with Ron by using the
same tactics. Yes, it worked quite well on him and all the other guys in the school as well.

Malfoy was no exception.

Of course, she knew he would never act on any urges she might cause him to have. But
still, it was a great pleasure to at least know that she could make him feel those things and
have those thoughts.

It was a great pleasure indeed.

"So, what did you find out?" His voice knocked her out of her thoughts.

"Huh?" She looked at him, wondering why he suddenly thought she had become a mind
reader. Didn't he know she had dropped Divination four years ago? "What are you talking
about?"

"About the timpergrass, you idiot," he sneered at her.

Hermione glared at him. "Call me an idiot one more time and see if you find out. For all I
care, you can go look in the library yourself."

He ignored her and reached for a piece of parchment that was sticking out of one of the
books. She had taken notes on it while in the library. He looked it over and then looked
back up at her.

"Are you sure all this is right? I've never heard that it can freeze when mixed with scintinide."

How dare he insult her intelligence! Didn't he realize that she was ten times smarter than
he could ever hope to be? Harry and Ron had never questioned her results before. When
she said something was true, it was. No matter what.

Glaring once more, Hermione yanked the parchment from his hands. "If you don't want
my help, that's fine with me. Go spend five hours searching for yourself!"

Malfoy rolled his eyes at her, and she couldn't help but notice that she had a weakness for
gray-blue eyes.

"You should really learn to get over yourself, Granger," he told her in the same slow drawl
she absolutely despised. "You're not as perfect as you'd like to think. You aren't incapable
of making a mistake. I was simply making sure. No need to get all pissy on me."

"Well, if you have a problem with the way I do my research, then by all means, take over!
You know, you have a lot of nerve insulting me like that and..."

"Shut up!" Malfoy's eyes were flashing dangerously. "Jesus Christ, you're giving me a
fucking headache!"

Hermione was shocked at his outburst but quickly recovered. "Why don't you just try and
make me shut up?" she dared.

"Fine!" Without any sort of warning at all, Malfoy had yanked her to her feet and was
pressing his lips against hers viciously. It was a long, hard, breathtaking kiss.

And Hermione couldn't believe it was happening.

He finally pulled away and shoved her back into her chair, while he still towered over
her. "That's probably the only way in hell to shut you up."

Hermione was shocked beyond words. Her brain was suddenly not functioning well
enough to form coherent thoughts. Not that she could breathe well enough to talk anyway.

"What's the matter, Mudblood? Never been kissed before?" He smirked at her evilly, and
she suddenly remembered how to speak.

"Yes, I have!" she blurted out without thinking. Then quickly coming back to her quick wit,
she added, "Just never by someone as foul and disgusting as you. What the hell did you do
that for?" she demanded.

Malfoy glared down at her. "I suddenly realized that you're too damn thick to shut up on
your own, so I decided to shut you up myself." He crossed his arms over his chest and then
gave her that stupid smirk one more time. "You liked it, didn't you?" His eyes were daring
her to lie.

God, she had liked it. It was exactly the way a kiss should be with Malfoy. Violent and
rough and... God, she liked it.

He didn't wait any longer for her answer. "Can't decide? Do you need another sample?"
Without letting her respond, he grabbed her shoulders and yanked her to her feet once
again. Reaching for the back of her head, he pulled her toward him forcibly and covered
her mouth once more. This time, though, he didn't go for the simple lip on lip action that
he had before. He forced his tongue into her mouth, and Hermione found herself losing
the ability to think yet again. This was heaven.

Oh, she hated him.

How the hell was she supposed to stop this when it was exactly the way she wanted it to
be? Then again, maybe she shouldn't stop it...

Kissing him back with every ounce of power in her body, she heard him elicit a low moan
from the back of her throat, and she suddenly realized that there was no way in hell she
was going to stop.

When they finally pulled apart from each other, Malfoy smirked at her once more, though
she noticed he seemed a bit breathless as well.

"So?" he asked, once again shoving her back into her chair. "Good, eh?"

She glared up at him. She was suddenly aware that he knew what he was doing and that
he was doing it on purpose. Daring to lie, she spat out, "No!"

Malfoy actually laughed. Then he placed one hand on each of the armrests of her chair
and leaned over her, his face merely inches from hers. "Don't lie to me, you stupid twit.
Why did you kiss me back if you didn't like it?"

Hermione hated him more at that moment than she ever had in her entire life. What the
hell was she supposed to say? Giving up, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked
down haughtily. "Fine! Fine, okay?" She looked up and met his eyes angrily. "How was I
supposed to not kiss you back when you were forcing yourself on me like that?"

He rolled his eyes. "I didn't have to force myself on you. You wanted me to do it. Admit
it." He narrowed those gray-blue eyes of his at her.

Hermione had no idea what to say. She couldn't bloody well deny it, but why did she need
to deny it anyway? She was, after all, just a normal teenager. Of course, she had sexual
urges. Everyone did, right?

"Fine," she replied, her voice suddenly very cool. "So what if I did?"

She watched as a very sadistic looking smile slowly covered his face, and she couldn't
hide the fact that his look was making her very uncomfortable. He seemed to be deriving
the greatest kind of known pleasure from her simple confession.

"So, do you want to go further?"

His question caught her completely off-guard, and her jaw nearly hit the floor.

"Excuse me?"

"I said," he smiled at her, his face still threateningly close to her own, "do you want to go
further?"

Hermione closed her eyes in an attempt to wake up from this... dream? Nightmare?
Opening them again, she found his face still pressed only inches from hers.

"What do you mean?" she asked him, suddenly extremely uncomfortable with their
current situation.

Malfoy snickered. "Oh, please. I mean do you want to fuck?"

Hermione swallowed, shutting her eyes again. In her dreams she never knew how she
ended up being pleasured by Malfoy, so she wasn't sure if this was completely out of the
world or not.

She couldn't think of a damn thing to say.

To her relief, Malfoy pulled back and leaned against the desk in front of her. "Look,
Granger, I'm a male. We have needs." He was speaking to her as though she were a
two year old. "And since you're the only girl I've seen or will be seeing for awhile, I
really don't have too much of a choice. So, do you want to or not? It's not like it will
mean anything if you do. It will just be sex." He looked her directly in the eye. "Sex
and nothing else."

Hermione stared back at him, all sorts of things going through her head, though she
couldn't comprehend any of them.

Sex and nothing else.

Wasn't that exactly what she wanted?

Nodding slowly and standing up, she said, "Alright, then."

Malfoy smiled bigger than she knew was possible of him before saying, "Good," and
drawing her back into yet another heart-stopping kiss.
 
 
 

A/N: Oh yeah, the next bit is the NC-17 part. I've already started it, so I'll post it as soon
as I get it done. :) R/R please!!
 

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