Hello readers. This is just a quick little side project. It'll probably be like…five or so chapters. I was listening to the Eagles' Life in the Fast Lane and thought that this would make a great Dramione story. Yes, that means that they are going to be OOC. Deal with it. Yes, this story is about a very…physical relationship. I, however, WILL NOT BE WRITING SMUT. I refuse to lower my writing standards by writing porn. So…if you want a good porn story…go to the adult bookstore down the road. If you want to read a story about the emotional effects of "no strings attached" relationships, proceed. I hope you enjoy.

Life in the Fast Lane

Chapter One

An Indecent Proposal

Draco Malfoy was the Slytherin god of sorts. With his steely grey eyes and platinum blond locks, he could bed almost any girl he wanted. Unfortunately for him, the one girl he wanted most would have nothing to do with him.

Hermione Granger was the Gryffindor princess. She was one-third of the Golden Trio, and by far the most gorgeous. Her bushy brown mane had de-frizzed and was now a soft chestnut. Her honey eyes drew men in like moths to a flame. Yet she would have nothing to do with them.

It was destiny that brought them together. And everyone else that tore them apart. So listen carefully, my dears. For this is a tale of sex, deception, and two people who got so caught up in the physical, they didn't realize the emotional until they were too far gone.

It all started for our two victims in their seventh year at the magical boarding school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The young witch was the smartest and brightest of her year. She was the model student, model witch, and model person. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that she would become Head Girl of Hogwarts in her seventh year. Everyone expected so much out of her, and she spent most of her days living up to those expectations. Anyone having to live up to unattainable perfection for her entire life would be destined to crash eventually. It would be ugly, naturally, but the damage to be done depends solely on who is there when it all comes crashing down.

Draco was a perfect clone of his father. He did not want to be. He did not want to follow in his father's dark footsteps to Azkaban prison. He was so sick and tired of living the lies his father instilled in him from birth. The muggle-born Granger was proof to him that purity of blood had nothing to do with intelligence. He would never admit it to anyone, but he wanted her. She was beautiful and he wanted her. He was a Malfoy and believed he deserved the best, and in looks, she was the best. The only flaw was that he hated her with every fiber in his body, and she hated him. He could not get within ten feet of her without some form of a confrontation. Yet, with his impeccable grades and several good words from Severus Snape, he was thrown into a dorm area with her. Yes, Draco Malfoy was the Head counter-part to muggle-born Granger. He was less than thrilled.

Our story begins one November evening. The rain was pounding the castle roof and the wind was shaking the trees throughout the grounds. A chill blanketed the castle making it eerie and foreboding. Fog crept in through some of the open passage ways making the ancient building look haunted, which it technically was. Lightning lit the sky with its white hot fury. The storm was raging in full force throughout that part of England.

Another storm was brewing within the confines of the Head's Dorm.

Draco sat on the couch staring into the crackling fire. A plot was forming in his evil mind. An idea most sinister came to him. Granger was perfect. Malfoy hated that about her. He hated everything about her. He despised her. Draco wanted more than anything to destroy her. He knew just how to do it, too. He noticed Granger sitting at one of the dark mahogany desks in the Heads' Dorm. He also noticed that his books had been moved to the small table in front of the couch. He saw his opening. He stood up and stormed over to Hermione, slamming her book shut on her hand.

"Keep your filthy mudblood hands off of my things, Granger!" He spat, pointing to his books on the table. "These are my things. And my things do not need to be soiled by your filthy, muggle blood." Hermione rolled her eyes and stood up.

"Merlin Malfoy! You'd think I'd thrown your goddamn books into the lake!" She responded, annoyance dripping from her tongue.

"It's the principle of the thing, Muddy." He sneered in a condescending tone. He spoke to her as if she were a small child.

"Whatever you say you fucking ferret." She replied, distaste and loathing flowing from her mouth and tone.

She began to walk towards her room when Malfoy caught up with her. He grabbed her arm and spun her around. She was pushed up against the door as Malfoy leaned his face in close to her. She could smell a hint of Firewhiskey on his breath and her heart began to race with fear.

"Do not call me Ferret." Draco whispered harshly. Hermione opened her mouth to speak. Before she could get a word out, Draco pressed his smooth palm against her mouth. "No, no, no. No talking. I have never heard you say even one little swear word and you've said two in the past minute. Is the prefect little Gryffindor not as perfect as everyone thinks?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes but did not protest. Draco removed his hand and smirked. Hermione glared at him for a moment before spitting in his face. She quickly tried to dart around him but Draco put his hands to her shoulders and pushed her back against the door.

"Let me go you—" She was cut off as Draco's lips slammed into hers and he pulled away quickly.

"It's not fair," he sighed, voice tinted with sadness. His head drooped down to rest on Hermione's shoulder.

"What's not fair?" Hermione dared to ask. Draco smirked and removed his head from her shoulder. He looked deep into her honey colored eyes.

"That such beauty was wasted on a filthy mudblood slag." Draco replied, his smirk growing larger. Hermione didn't know whether to blush because he called her beautiful, or slap him for calling her a slag. She settled for the latter. The loud crack of her palm striking his brutally handsome face was drowned out by a loud clap of thunder.

Draco was in shock long enough for Hermione to get into her bedroom and lock the door. Draco made his way back over to the couch and sat down. His smirk had returned to his face. He was getting to her and he knew that once he broke her down enough, he could have her.

Hermione was starting to get tired of having to play up to her parents' expectations, teachers' expectations, and friends' expectations. She wanted to find a way to break free from that perfectly flawed mold from which she came. She wanted to find a way to break free that had absolutely nothing to do with her Slytherin counterpart.

Draco stood up from the couch and walked towards the door to Hermione's room. Time for phase two. He raised his hand and knocked on her door. He waited patiently for her to open the door.

"Bugger off, Ferret," she called through the door.

"Granger, come on. This is important. I want to apologize for my previous actions and comments." Draco pleaded. Hermione opened her door and Draco entered her room.

"What do you really want, Malfoy? I'm sure it's not to apologize. You are a Malfoy after all. And I know a Malfoy would never apologize to a muggle-born," Hermione sneered. Draco's gray eyes narrowed before he responded.

"Actually, Granger, I have a proposition for you. One that will help us to not kill each other this year," Draco began. Hermione studied him for a long moment before opening her mouth.

"I'm listening," she said hesitantly. Draco smiled yet it did not reach his eyes. Those steel gray eyes glowed with malice.

"I am a Malfoy. I deserve the best. As much as I hate to admit it, in looks and brains, you are the best. It's such a waste for you to have such foul blood. But, for what I'm proposing, your blood is of no consequence." Draco explained. Hermione's eyes narrowed again. She seemed to do that a lot around him.

"What are you getting at, Ferret?" Hermione asked, crossing her arms across her body. She didn't like the thought of Draco staring at her body, but, it didn't offend her as much as it should have.

"What did I say about calling me 'Ferret'? And what I'm getting at is simple: sex. You and me in a no strings sexual relationship." Draco said simply, as if it was obvious. Hermione's eyes went wide and she swung her hand as if to slap him again. He caught her wrist and held it firm.

"Merlin, Granger. It's just sex. No need to get violent. Do not dismiss this idea so quickly. It could be just what you're looking for." Draco whispered in her ear before pressing his lips back to hers. When he broke away, he turned and walked out of the room slamming the door behind him.

Hermione stood in the center of her room in a daze. Sex…with Malfoy.

'Well, he is good looking…no! No, no, NO!!! It's Malfoy! But Merlin his lips are soft…NO!!! Sex…with Malfoy?!?! It's preposterous! But I'll bet he's good…MERLING HERMIONE!!! IT IS MALFOY!!! NO SEX WITH MALFOY!!! I can't even believe I just thought that! Why am I even thinking about Malfoy naked…oh gods…shower…NOW!'

Well, my dears. That is chapter one. Review please. I hope you enjoyed it.