Authors Note: Hey guys, I've been reading fanfiction for years and I finally gathered up enough inspiration to write one so here it is. Please be reminded that this story is rated MA and therefore will have sex and swearing and who knows what else, so be warned and if you don't like, then don't read. I have an idea where I want this story to go but that could always change. Writing works in magical ways. I wanted the characters to be eighteen so this is the explanation given why they are still in school: When the witches and wizards turned seventeen, they were allowed a leap year to engage in work experience before coming back to complete their seventh year. That is why Dumbledore (among others) is alive. The war has not yet begun. Also, this same story is written as a crossover as well so if you are into that kind of thing it is found on my profile. This particular version has a character designed by me. Other than that.. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do not own Hermione Granger's brain, or Draco Malfoy's sexy smirks therefore i do not own Harry Potter either. This is the brilliant work of J.K. Rowling.
A boy of eighteen was sitting by himself in the last train compartment constantly muttering under his breath. His hair fell casually into his strong and handsome face and his dark chocolate eyes nonchalantly glanced out the window every so often. The scenery rushed by in a blur of green and it was starting to make him dizzy, so he looked away.
"Why torture me by sending me to some godforsaken school in god knows where when I was perfectly fine living in good old Australia?" was the thought running through his mind.
He did not understand how he went from normal guy to wizard in a day... something about him having magical attributes that were seen too late and so he only had to complete his seventh and final year at some place called Hogwarts. It wasn't his choice at all to go, of course. If he had any say in it, he would be sitting home watching the telly, sprawled out on the couch with his feet on the table and large glass of beer by his side. But under the circumstances, if he did in fact say "no," he would be dragged here against his will by magic. It was absolute bullshit! He ran his hand through his hair frustratedly, thinking he would absolutely hate all the freaks here. He leaned back, resting his head on the back of the seat and closing his eyes when he suddenly heard the compartment door slide open and saw a bushy-haired girl walk in. Not a bad-looking one either. He sleazily gave her the once-over, glad to have something more interesting to look at, and mentally undressed her as she sat down across from him and introduced herself.
"I'm Hermione Granger. I've never seen you around before and by now I should have expected to know everyone," she said in a matter-of-fact manner.
He finally took his eyes off of her decent-sized breasts and met her warm honey-coloured eyes, taken aback by her beauty at such close range. He knew how he had to play it off to get this girl into the sack and he did it well.
"Well, in that case I am glad I could be of surprise. The name's Nathaniel Black, but please call me Nate, and it is my first day," he returned snidely, giving his famous smirk.
Hermione caught herself blushing but she couldn't help it. Nathaniel was her "type," as she would put it, and she didn't even know she had one until now. She couldn't stop looking at his rippling muscles under his tight tee shirt.
"Well, I think you will absolutely love this place; there is something new everyday, and we have the most amazing Headmaster, and I can't wait for you to be sorted into your house... " she went on and on.
Nate wasn't really listening because he was too caught up in the way her hair shone in the dwindling sunlight and the way her cheeks were bright pink from being so flustered around him. After all, he was making this girl blubber just with the one sentence he uttered and he loved it. He loved the power he felt now and he knew he had her just like he had a multitude of girls in Australia. Witch or not, she was still just another bitch.
Hermione finally caught herself because she noticed that she was talking too much. She could also read the sex in his eyes and she knew that she had to be careful around him. Yes, she was usually the quiet bookworm, but what she wants she gets... and keeps, so she decided to play along until she won.
"So tell me a bit about yourself then?" she continued.
Nate quickly snapped out of it when he realised that the question was aimed directly at him. He wasn't used to girls questioning him about his life and not just complaining about all the little useless troubles of their own. No wonder he used them. He honestly did not know what to say because this was the last thing he expected, so he quickly made up a response since he was good at those quick-witted things.
"Well whatever you need to know you should already be able to see, and as for everything else..." he stalled.
At that moment the train conductor came on and told them that they will be arriving in two minutes and to get ready to head off.
"...You will need to learn by spending more time with me," he finished. Saved by the announcement.
Before Hermione could say anything back he had already disappeared from the cabin.
Thank you for reading and as soon as my beta edits my second chapter it will be up.