It was September the First, and the house was in total chaos.

Hermione Granger, the new Head Girl, had gotten totally hot over the summer. The old down-your-throat know-it-all was gone. The sex goddess was here. She had gotten her hair straightened and highlighted, and she’d grown really big boobs, even though she was still totally skinny. Voldemort was dead, killed by Harry the previous year.

“Muuuuuuuuuuum! HURRY THE FUCK UP!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Mrs. Granger finished up whatever stupid useless thing she was doing and started to scold Hermione. “Don’t use that language with me, young woman.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m just really excited about getting back to Hogwarts and WE’RE LATE! I love you.”

“Oh, I love you too honey. Okay, come one, let’s go!”

Hermione kissed her mother goodbye and ran through the barrier between Platform 9 and 10. She drug her stuff to the Head compartment. When she slid the door open, guess who she saw? Draco Fucking Malfoy. She was totally shocked. “No. Way. YOU are the Head Boy?”

Hermione knew Draco was smart, but she still hadn’t expected him to become Head Boy. Even though she hated his guts for always being so mean to her, she started checking him out. She couldn’t help it. He had gotten completely hot over the summer. It seemed he had been practicing Quidditch a lot because he was really tan, and muscley. She could see a twelve-pack through his layers upon layers of robes. There was no way he could have gotten so totally ripped just from sitting on a broom all day. He must be taking steroids. He was also tall. At 6’3” he was probably the most unfortunately huge Seeker the game of Quidditch had ever seen.

“Like what you see, mudblood,” he asked. She had been staring at his chest for at least a full minute.

“Now that we’ll be working together, can you please stop calling me that? I mean, come on, it’s been years. I think you’ve gotten your point across.”

“Fine, Hermione,” he tested out her name, “just don’t expect me to be nice to you,” Draco said, picking up a book and ignoring her for the rest of the ride.

This was fine with Hermione. She used the silence to study, although she couldn’t keep herself from glancing at Draco’s overly perfect body every twenty seconds.

The Sorting Ceremony flew by and after Dumbledore’s usual cleverly-worded speech; he announced the Head Boy and Girl. Hermione beamed with pleasure and Draco sneered with superiority.

After the feast, Hermione had to go with McGonagall and Draco to her new room. Of course, the Heads had to share a small jutting wing of the castle. McGonagall told them the password –SnakeMane- and scurried off. When they walked in, they were totally amazed. They stood in a huge, beautiful common room, with Hermione’s room to the left, Draco’s the right, and a bathroom in the middle. Everything was decorated in either silver, gold, green, or red. Hermione went into her room to change.

Hermione picked out a really cute halter top that matched with her blue contacts. It was covered in sequins and said the word “sexy.” She also picked out a pair of tight-ass pants that she could barely paint on to her pencil-thin legs. She chose some really cute strappy sandals and started on her make up. Hermione had gotten really good at make up over the summer. She put on base, a light blush, lipliner, sweet pink lipstick, sparkly lilac eyeshadow, then she lined her eyes, swiped on mascara, and coated her lips with some gooey Strawberry-flavored stuff. She stood back and checked herself out in the mirror. “I look hot,” she said, and gave her left boob a little squeeze. “Maybe I should seduce Draco.”

She went back out to the common room. Draco was sitting on the couch in a black wifebeater and muggle jeans. Hermione could see his muscles even better than before. “Hi,” she said.

Draco looked at her and immediately became aroused. She was the hottest thing he had ever seen. Suddenly, he didn’t care that she was a muggle- born. He didn’t care that he was a Slytherin. He didn’t care that his father would beat him to within an inch of his life if he heard about this. All he wanted was for Hermione to be his girlfriend.

He got up and grabbed Hermione’s neck, kissed her fervently, their tongues dancing in savage delight. It was the best kiss he had ever tasted, and he had had a lot. He wasn’t called the Slytherin manhore for nothing. She tasted so sweet to him. He started to grab her ass, and she moaned. He wrapped his arms around her possessively, but all of a sudden, she punched him. She punched him so hard he actually fell on the floor.

“I can’t believe you!” she yelled. “How can I ever trust you! I thought you always hated me!” Draco didn’t know what to say. She started crying sorrowfully and locked herself in her room. Draco wanted to break the door down, but he was afraid he would make her cry again.

The next day, Slytherins and Gryffindors had Potions together. Hermione was sitting with Harry and Ron, and Draco with Crabbe and Goyle. “Alright, I’m sorry to see your slimy little faces again. Ten points from Gryffindor,” sneered the greasy-haired Snape. “You’ll be working in pairs for the rest of the year because that’s the way it goes. Malfoy with Granger, blah blah blah....”

Hermione’s vision became totally dark. She was partnered with Malfoy? How could Snape do this to her? Now there was no way she could get good grades in Potions, even though that didn’t matter so much anymore, because her priorities had pretty much changed to trying to look hot all the time. How could she work with Malfoy after what he had done to her last night? She plopped down next to Draco, totally miserable.

“I’m really sorry about last night,” was the first thing that popped out of Draco’s perfect mouth.

“Really?” asked Hermione.

“Yes. Really,” said Draco. “I realize that you don’t think you could ever trust someone as mean and uncaring as me, but Hermione, just listen. I truly am a caring person, and I have been in love with you secretly for years now. Hermione, I love you.”

“Then why were you always such a bastard?”

“It’s just hard for people like me.”

“It’s your father, isn’t it!” exclaimed Hermione. “He’s been treating you badly all these years, and you’ve had to act like you hate me!”

“Yes,” said Draco, and he started to weep. Hermione comforted him, right there in Potions class.

That night, they made love. First, there was a lot of foreplay. Draco fingered her crotch and took her nipple in his mouth. Hermione was a virgin, so Draco had to be really careful at first, but then she loved it and they had sex all night and all morning. As they lay in each other’s arms, Hermione said “Draco, I love you, but I have to tell Harry and Ron.”

“No!” shouted Draco. “Don’t do that! They’re stupid and they won’t accept us. You should never tell them.”

“Draco, I’m sorry, but I have to tell them because they are my best friends. You don’t just not tell these things to your best friends.”

“Well, okay. You do whatever you think is right, ‘Mione, my love,” and then they fell asleep together.

Hermione sent Harry and Ron an owl because she didn’t want to break the news in front of other people. She had them meet her in the Forbidden Forest at ten o’clock. When they came, she felt really nervous, as if this was not her wisest idea, but she forced herself to tell them.

“Harry, Ron, as you know from my owl, I have something to tell you two. Draco and I are seeing each other. We are very much in love. He gives me all the satisfaction I need. You will just have to accept this, for me.” She was sobbing pitifully.

“No!” screamed Ron in a crazy, hoarse voice. “I can’t let you do that! Malfoy’s evil!” and then, Ron took out his wand and shouted “Avada Kadavra.” Harry watched in horror as Hermione’s lifeless body fell to the ground. He couldn’t believe Ron. Harry took out his wand and killed Ron with the same curse. Harry and Ron had always loved Hermione as more than a friend, and they couldn’t stand being alive and watching her go out with Malfoy, so Harry killed himself too.

Draco worried about Hermione all night. The next morning, when he found out from Snape that his beloved had been killed, his heart broke. He couldn’t stand living if Hermione wasn’t there, to light up his life with her warm chocolate eyes. He just couldn’t go back to the old Draco, so he killed himself too.