Hermione Granger enters king cross for the 7th time in her life, this time looking and feeling a lot different. She's gone from the ugly duckling to the vibrant, graceful swan. The know-it-all bookworm to the fun, outgoing woman she is today. She walked onto platform 9 ¾ in a light pink, V-neck halter-top, tight jeans, and stiletto heals. She turned heads all over the platform, including the two of her best friends.
"Hermione, is that you?" Harry asked in amazement. "What happened?" He asks, obviously impressed while Ron stands there with his mouth visibly hanging open.
"I got my hands on a cosmo and took some tips." She replied with a slight blush caressing her cheeks.
She then said goodbye to her beloved friends and headed for the head compartment, for she unsurprisingly scored head girl. She walked in the compartment and saw the new head boy and couldn't repress her gasp.
"Malfoy, you've gotta be kidding! You got head boy"
"Don't be so surprised Granger, I deserved this as much as you," he spit at her. Then he actually looked at her. "Damn Granger, when did you get so fucking hott?" He asked to her amazement, his stare stabbing into her like a thousand jagged knives. "Excuse me," she said almost breathlessly, "was that an actual compliment?"
"Well, what do you expect Granger. I might think you're a filthy mudblood, but I still do have a dick."
That was like a cold shower for her. "You are a dick. You've always been a dick and you always will be one. You can stare at me all you fucking want because that's all you'll ever get. You're nothing to me. Absolutely fucking noth…" But he word faded away as he reached across and started to caress her thighs, firmly but tenderly. "Stop, Malfoy," she moaned. But he moved swiftly across the compartment and the next thing she knew, she was flat on her back with Malfoy firmly on top of her.
"Stop what Mudblood?" he whispers against her lips as his hands moved slowly up her thigh. "Stop making your blood boil?" He took his other hand and jerked back her head by her hair. "Stop making you so hott you want to scream and moan at the same time?" He almost moaned into her ear, his hot breath sending a chill down her spine. Her body and mind start contradicting each other. Her mind screams, "This is Malfoy! The guy that's been torturing you and your friends for the past 6 years, the guy who thinks all muggle borns should die a slow and painful death. What do you think your doing?" All the while her body screams out, "his hands are so soft, his muscles are so ripped, his cologne smells so good." Suddenly he stands up and walks out of the compartment without a word.
Hermione sits there in shock. Tears start to form in her eyes as she realizes how she let him take advantage of her like that.
Meanwhile, Malfoy breathlessly ran down the train hall until he found an empty compartment. "What the hell was that," He almost yelled aloud to himself. He had just had Hermione Mudblood Granger pinned to the seat. I actually wanted that filthy thing. There was just something about her this time. I see beautiful women everyday so her outfit didn't even get my attention, but just the fact that she looked so innocent and sexy at the same time. What's the matter with me!
Soon after that, they arrived at Hogwarts and were lead to the great hall. Hermione takes her usual seat next to Harry and Ron. She was still shaken up from the earlier encounter with Malfoy but couldn't find the word to talk about it. She knew she should tell her friends but deep down, she didn't want to.
"Hermione, are you ok?" Hermione snapped out of her trance and saw a shaggy, attractive black haired boy, Harry, who was staring at her with worried eyes.
"Oh, I'm fine Harry. I think the train ride has just tired me out. I think I'm just gonna go to bed after dinner." Right on cue, Professor McGonagall approached her with Malfoy by her side, "Ready to go to your dorm Miss Granger?" she smiled. "Of course professor, good night guys."
The professor led them to the portrait of a lion and serpent intertwined with each other. "The password is partnership." She informed them. The portrait swung open and Professor McGonagall walked away. The two walked into the magnificent common room and the portrait slowly closed. They found themselves alone, once again. Hermione was about to make conversation when he suddenly turned and went to his bedroom. Feeling a bit insulted, Hermione decides to take a look around.
The dorm was amazing. There were 25-foot high ceilings with swirling sunrise colors sweeping across it. The walls looked like a soft red wine that was poured across a canvas. Then the colors danced as the soft golden light from the blazing fire shown across it. The carpet was a very soft, silky carpet that was a deep, blood red; it truly gave the room a warm, homey feeling. All the furniture looked as if they were priceless antiques, but by the look of the room, they just might be.
Hermione left to go to look around, and then she remembered there was a hot tub out on the balcony. She decided after her long day, a dip in the hot tub would be good for her. She got out skimpy red bikini and took out to toward the balcony, just to find Malfoy already sitting in there. Deciding she wouldn't let him destroy her night, she climbed in anyway.
"Hey, nice bikini." He said eyeing her.
She looked at him, and suddenly realized he wasn't wearing anything at all. "Wish I could say the same."
"You want some?" he asked handing her a bottle of fire whisky. Seeing how she hasn't had any for a while, she gratefully accepted. Watching her down it with no problems he was a bit surprised. "Well you obviously have some secrets. What happened to innocent little, know-it-all Granger?"
"I'm not as innocent as I look." Hermione replied in a sensual voice she didn't recognize as her own.
"I'll be the judge of that." He whispered edging closer to her, his hand slowly sliding up from her knee to her thigh.
"I don't think so Malfoy, you might know how to please a woman, but that doesn't mean you can have anyone you want." He just smiles and turns as if he just gave up. Suddenly, he whips around, grabbed her hair, and slammed her body against his. "Do you really think so?" he whispered against her lips, his other hand sliding even further up her thigh until the reached the lining of her bikini bottoms. A small moan escaped from her lips. "Yeah, you like that Granger." His lips softly caressing hers, his tongue licking the edge of her mouth, begging her to let him in. She was so turned on she couldn't take it anymore. She flipped him around so he was sitting on the bench and climbed on top of him. She slammed her lips against his and plunged her tongue into deep inside his mouth. This sudden demonstration of power turned him on so much he let out a slow, deep moan. He brought his hands up around her body and pulled her as close to him as she could get. Their tongues molded together as they danced in a swirl of passion and spit. Hermione suddenly felt his erection rub between her thighs and decided now was her perfect chance. She placed her hand on his chest for support and pushed herself off him. She got out and turned back to him. "I told you; you can't have whatever you want you spoiled git." Then she whipped around and left him there completely speechless.