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No matter how much she tried not to make a sound, it was no use, and the man behind the bathroom door kept banging on it until he would get what he wanted. Hermione’s own father, hunting her down like she’s some animal, was behind that door ready to make her life a misery for what seemed like the millionth day in a row. She held her journal tight in her hands and watched as the tears on her face fell gracefully onto the hardcover notebook. 

“Open the fucking door!” 

Her father’s screams faded in the background, like time had stopped completely and all that was left was her and her journal. Her left hand was on the lock, holding onto it for dear life to make sure it wouldn’t open, but as usual she always became too weak in the end. Despite the previous slowness of her state, everything suddenly went by at the speed of light. Her dad came rushing in, knocking her over with her back landing on the floor, but that wasn’t her biggest concern.

The journal had fallen as well. Hermione’s journal fell and the pages were open, giving the biggest monster she’s ever known a perfect view of what’s inside. It didn’t matter what page he saw, because they were all the same. They all talked about one person, the only person who has allowed her to escape her horrific reality and fall into a beautiful fantasy. They both stared at the opened journal, her eyes lingering on the lines, ‘I think Draco Malfoy will always be the love of my life even until the day I die..’

And then she heard it. Her father’s ugly and grading laugh, a laugh that had a habit of only being directed at his daughter. “Do you really think a Malfoy would ever give a piece of shit like you the time of day?” He questioned angrily, blind rage clear in his dark eyes.

It was a question she had admittedly asked herself once or twice, but hearing it so viciously out of him didn’t make her feel any better about the truth. Hermione’s dad picked her journal off the floor and read more of the pages, some of which included her detailed drawings of Draco. Drawings that she would shamelessly do in class while the boy of her dreams was sitting right there, looking like the perfect human that he is. It wasn’t a surprise that Wendell Granger, her father, would laugh at the idea of her liking a Malfoy. The Grangers are infamously known even throughout her school that they are dirt poor. Trash, as some would say. The whole town knows it too, a town that the Malfoy’s happen to own.

“Let me tell you this Hermione,” he threw her journal, hitting her face with a hard slap. He towered over her with a menacing glare and continued. “No boy will ever love you, I mean how could they? What if they found out you killed your own mother?”

Every time he brings her up Hermione’s heart aches with devastating pain. She had no control over the death of her mother, and he knows it but still after seventeen years reminds her that his wife’s death began with Hermione’s birth. She was left alone in this shack of a house with him with no siblings or a mom to lean on, only herself. In a way school had been her only escape, she first fell in love with words at school and her English teacher had given her the idea of keeping a personal journal. But what her father had said hit her like an unexpecting lightning bolt, aiming right at her fragile heart. 

No boy will ever love you … including Draco? Just the thought of that caused a slight panic to erupt in Hermione’s mind. She backed away in fear of her father striking her again but he finally backed off once he had a good look at the fresh tears dripping down his daughter’s face. He rolled his eyes and fixed his shirt, acting as if nothing had even happened. 

“You’ll be late for school, get ready.” 

He left the room. Hermione’s shaking legs managed to sit up as she got herself off the bathroom floor. She stared at her reflection in the mirror with a grimace, always hating the way she looked and praying every day that she’d magically wake up with a new face. Dull brown eyes stared back at her, to match her boring curly brown hair that landed right at her shoulders, a haircut she did just the other day during one of her many panic attacks.

In other words there was nothing special about Hermione Granger. She was slightly boring, pale, and bland. She wanted to punch that mirror right then and there, hating the face that stared back at it, but she couldn’t because she had to get ready for school. She pulled out her expensive uniform out of the drawer and carefully put on each item of clothing so it didn’t look out of place. This wealthy prep school was the only thing her and her father had going for them, hence why he was so adamant on her being ready. The only interesting thing Hermione could think about herself was that she was wicked smart, even smart enough to attend Primrose Prep on a full ride scholarship. Weirdly enough they were the ones who had reached out to her last year as a freshman and she knew she’d get an actual opportunity for a future if she’d attend. She was convinced it was the only reason her father hadn’t gotten rid of her yet, whether it be from beating her to death or making her live alone. 

After fixing her hair and putting on minimal makeup, Hermione picked up the journal and skimmed through the pages, her hand stopped when it landed on her drawing of Draco. Out of all the drawings this was her favorite, mostly because she had decided to add color to this one. In contrast to the painful way she was staring at her eyes in the mirror, staring at Draco’s eyes felt much nicer. They were big and gray and unique, the first time she saw them she was hypnotized before she could even get a word out. Her fingers caressed the sharp lines of his high cheekbones she had put great detail in and down to his perfect jawline. Her eyes lingered on his pink heart shaped lips, and desire thrummed in her veins the more she would stare. A beautiful renaissance painting was the only way to describe Draco Malfoy, he was a guilty pleasure and a mortal sin all wrapped in one package. 

Draco was the most unobtainable boy at Primrose. He took her breath away the first time she saw him, and immediately Hermione wanted to know more about the enigma. A fellow scholarship student had been attending Primrose a semester longer than Hermione, so she had made close friends with her. Ginny was her name, and to this day she wouldn’t forget the way she had described him. ‘ Oh Draco, yeah he doesn’t date anyone. I’m pretty sure he thinks we’re all beneath his shoes and in a way we are. His mom, Mrs. Malfoy is the principal and his dad is like this ruthless businessman who owns a bunch of buildings in this town.’

‘He’s seriously never been with a girl?’ Hermione had desperately asked. 

‘Oh he’s been with girls alright, just never kept them longer than a one night stand.’

And that was the most she had gotten out of her dear friend Ginny at the time. She hated when Hermione would bring up Draco because the discussion would spiral into her obsessive questions everytime. So Hermione would just observe him from afar. She would watch in awe as him and his friends laughed and talked with each other. His smile was the most beautiful thing she has ever known. Suddenly a loud honk of a horn outside interrupted her thoughts and brought her back to life, she ran out of the door with her backpack hanging out and her journal in her hand.

“Ginny you’re early!” She called out to her friend who had just pulled into her driveway. As Hermione sat next to her she couldn’t help but admire her red hair and pretty blue eyes, a face she had envied for so long. 

Her best friend just playfully shoved her in response. “Be thankful I’m driving your ass, gas money is expensive as fuck y’know.” Well Hermione wouldn’t know because she herself couldn’t afford a car, it was a miracle she had a friend like Ginny who would drive her everyday to school, even if her house was on the way since they were neighbors. 

“Love you.” Hermione replied with a cheeky grin, hoping to mask the pain from earlier in the bathroom with her dad. She would never let Ginny know about the way her dad treats her, she’d have her out of that house before she could even get a word in edgewise. 

Ginny’s eyes lingered a little on the journal in Hermione’s lap before she pulled out of the driveaway, letting out an audible sigh to go along with that concerned stare. “You gotta stop carrying that thing with you everywhere. One day Draco is gonna find it and then your life will be over.” 

And there it was, Ginny’s annoyance with Draco came faster than expected this time, and she hadn’t even brought him up yet. “He’s never gonna see that journal, don't worry.” She responded confidently and that was the end of that discussion. 

They finally arrived at school, the grand beautiful building was hard to miss and a huge contrast to Hermione’s and Ginny’s neighborhood. “I still can’t believe we go to this fucking palace,” Ginny muttered as she parked the car. “We don’t belong here and everyone knows it.” 

Hermione couldn’t help but agree. This was the most prestigious high school in Kansas and possibly the rest of the midwest, and yet here are these two girls who come from nothing walking into those ginormous front two doors. As they reached their lockers, Hermione subconsciously started to look around for a certain someone, her dark brown eyes scanning every single student here like a hawk. She was being shameless, but she didn’t care. What she felt for Draco wasn’t anything she could explain even in her journal, he was like a drug she would always be addicted to no matter how much she tried to resist.

Hermione’s heart skyrocketed once she finally found what she was looking for. Looking as beautiful as ever, the boy of her dreams was smiling as he walked down the hallway like he owned it. Weirdly enough he had stopped in front of this small freshman boy she didn’t know, towering over the kid with his tall form. But eventually, even the person he was talking to faded away because all she could see was Draco. His smile had grown even bigger and she could even see his cute dimples from where she was standing. Her eyes trailed down to his lean but muscular arms who were now picking up the small boy and slamming him onto the locker. His pretty smile turned into something different then, and his eyes held a certain gleam in them that was something akin to pure cruelty.

The hallway had gone quiet, all the students were anticipating what Draco was going to say and do next. Hermione hadn’t been the only one who hung onto his every action and word, Draco was the prince of this school and he ruled it with an iron fist. She watched as the boy whimpered under his hold, tears sporting his eyes that were going to fall at any second. She finally recognised that boy, he was the new freshman scholarship student that had just arrived last week. 

It didn’t take long before Draco’s friends joined him at his side. “You’re a fucking pathetic loser, you know that right?” Butterflies erupted in Hermione’s stomach at the sound of his soothing voice, so calm but demanding at the same time. 

The boy just winced in response. 

“Say it.” Draco taunted, he looked down on the kid like he was worth nothing.

“S-Say what?”

“Say that you’re pathetic.” 

His friends next to him, Vincent and Greg, mockingly laughed at the boy once the tears finally fell from his face. The way in which his tears dripped down was similar to how Hermione had cried just this morning, she stared at Draco in wonder and horror, waiting to see what was going to happen next. She could feel Ginny stiffen next to her, and Hermione had to physically hold her back every time this would happen so they wouldn’t get on his bad side.

“I’m..” he hesitated for a second, until Draco’s cold gray eyes narrowed.

“I’m pathetic.” 

The whole hall started laughing now, not just Draco and his friends. She watched as Ginny’s face turned bright red in anger, and before she could take a step forward Hermione stopped her. “Don’t you dare,” she whispered to her friend who was about to make a huge mistake.

“He is vile!” Ginny screamed under her breath, holding back for the sake of Hermione. “And you wonder why I hate it every time you talk about how in love you are with him. How could you love someone as evil as Draco Malfoy?” 

Hermione turned back to look at the boy in question, and as usual every horrible thing he had done was forgotten the moment she met his eyes. She watched as he laughed down on the boy crying on the floor, her only focus was the melodic sound and the pretty smile and the wavy ice blonde hair bouncing as he titled his head back. He allured Hermione like no other, and he didn’t even have to speak to her directly to have her at the palm of his hand.

“Draco is not evil,” she finally replied. “You’re just being dramatic as usual.”

“Am I?” Ginny pointed at the scene in front of her. “Because there’s no other way to describe what I’m seeing here other than malicious. I’m getting real sick and tired of your excuses for him.” 

“E-Excuses? Wait Gi-” 

“I’ll meet you at lunch.” 

Her best friend left their lockers in a hurry, not wanting to be in that environment any longer. Unfortunately though, their little argument caused a scene of its own, and half the students in the hall watched as Ginny stormed out in a rush. It came naturally, the way Hermione’s eyes went to check if he saw, and time seemed to slow down as she noticed that yes, he indeed did see everything.

He nodded to his friends to finish off what he was doing to that boy, not keeping his eyes off Hermione, who seemed to be his new prey of the hour. He walked towards her with graceful steps, the students in his way parted like the red sea. She could count the number of times her and Draco had interacted with just one hand, each of which had Hermione ending up in a sobbing mess. Once he grew closer, she could see every detail of his stunning face from their little distance, including the underlying mischief in his eyes as he stared her down from head to toe.

Draco tilted his head towards the spot Ginny previously stood in. 

“Trouble in paradise?” He asked with a knowing smirk. His sudden presence and voice was so attractive she had almost forgotten he was speaking to her.

Oh wait. He was speaking to her. Hermione carefully put her journal in her bag, hoping he didn’t notice, before she cleared her throat and mustered the courage to maintain eye contact with the person she admired from afar. Expressive gray-blue eyes was what she was met with and she was certain that he could hear her heartbeat from how loud it was right now. Draco Malfoy was speaking to her, and she still hasn’t responded-

Say something!

“When I ask you a question Mione, I expect you to answer.” 

She remembered the first time he had called her by that name. No one had ever called her by a nickname, it was always Hermione, and she was flattered at first. But the way Draco said that name wasn’t playful or friendly, he said it like it had been an insult. And that’s exactly what it was because he’d sneer it with such distaste it had horrified her, so he stuck with it.

“N-No trouble, e-everything’s fine.”

“Y-Y-You sure?” He mocked her stuttering. “Cause it seemed like you and your friend just got into a pretty heated argument there… now I wonder what it is that you two could be fighting about..”

“We weren’t-”

“I see you Mione, I hope you know that.” 

“What-”

He kept interrupting her though. “You think I’m blind to your staring, to your long looks directed my way? I see you.” Hermione thanked her lucky stars that most of the students had left the hall by now to go to class, because if anyone had heard this she would be humiliated like no other. But at the same time she felt trapped and read like an open book. She could see it in Draco’s eyes, the way he knew that she admired him.

“The loser Granger girl wants me, but could never have me.. How sad is that?” He was so close that there were almost touching noses. She could feel his minty breath on her, could smell his addicting and expensive scent, everything was becoming so overwhelming she thinks she might pass out.

‘No boy will ever love you,’ were her father’s words just this morning. Of course that included Draco, why did she ever doubt that? Fate spared no exceptions, especially not for someone as insignificant as her. Draco grabbed her hand and dragged her down the hall until he stopped at a supply closet, he opened it and pushed her on the floor, soon joining her as well. 

Only in her dreams would she and the love of her life finally be alone in a room together, but this doesn’t exactly feel like a dream with the way Draco was coldly looking down on her the same way he did with that boy moments ago. She tried crawling away from him but he trapped her, standing right in front of her kneeling form as he grabbed a chunk of her hair and yanked it harshly, forcing her to look up at him.

“Please Draco-”

“You’re charity here, y’know. You and all the other scholarship students my mom takes pity on and decides to invite to my school. I figure if I break each of them, maybe they’ll finally end up leaving. But that will never be the case with you, will it?”

“P-Please it hurts-” He yanked harder despite her protests.

For the second time today, Hermione was on her knees crying, and this time it was for an entirely different reason. Instead of being locked in a bathroom with her disgusting father, she was locked in a supply closet with the love of her life, but in that moment she had come to the realization that the boy of her dreams hated people like her, poor people to be more exact. The deep loathing Draco felt towards her was clear in his eyes, but despite that, despite the rough hand pulling at her hair, she still longed for him with a burning passion for reasons she cannot explain.

Draco tilted his head back and let out a chilling laugh. “This look suits you,” he released his hand from her hair and instead caressed her damp cheek. “You’re only pretty when you cry, Mione.” 

He called me pretty…

Hermione’s glossy eyes grew wide and stared intensely at Draco as he continued to feel her face with the back of his hand. His pointer finger landed on one of her tears and caught it right before it fell. Her heart dropped when she watched him bring that finger to his lips, he put on a wicked smile and tasted her tears with the tip of his tongue. 

All of a sudden, he grabbed his bag and pulled out what seemed to be a black pen. Hermione didn’t dare move and just watched as he turned back to her and confidently grabbed the palm of her hand to write something on it. 

“W-What’re you doing?.” 

“This is my number.” He said definitively, that same callous smile was on his face. “I’m going to text you my address and you’re gonna come over later.”

Draco Malfoy just invited her to his house. Hermione tried her hardest not to show her excitement as he finished off the last of his digits on her hand. This was finally it, this was her chance to get close to Draco, it was something she could only dream of since the day she laid eyes on him. 

Hermione stood up and gazed at him with eager eyes. “I’ll be there,” she finally mustered the courage to speak without stuttering in his presence. 

Draco seemed to be stunned for a moment but quickly composed himself. He shook his head and chuckled softly, appearing much kinder than he had been just moments ago. He took a few steps closer to her and she could see his bright gray eyes and his ridiculously high cheekbones and his full heart shaped lips coming closer-

“Don’t be late.” He ended up whispering in her ear. 

Before she could reply he grabbed his bag and opened the door, leaving Hermione behind without even a glance her way. She sat there in the closet and stared at the number on her hand for a few moments to take in what had just happened. Without missing a beat she located her cellphone and added Draco as a contact. She switched to her camera app to take in her appearance and wiped her slightly damped face with her shirt so all the tears were completely gone. 

She acted like Draco hadn’t made her cry in the first place and put on an ecstatic smile. 

“This was the best morning of my life.”

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Hermione checked her phone to see if Draco would message her all throughout her morning classes. During her last class before lunch she finally felt her phone vibrate and she nearly jumped out of her seat to go grab it out of her pocket. The bell for lunch rang as she took a deep breath to read the message. 

But it wasn’t Draco who had texted her.

I told you to wash the dishes last night.

Her heart dropped when she saw that it was her dad and that she did indeed forget to do one of her chores. Hermione nonetheless ignored the message, something she rarely ever did since her father hated it when she wouldn’t respond right away. She wasn’t going to let that bastard ruin her good mood, she hasn’t been this happy in a long time.

She finally spotted Ginny at the back of the lunchroom in their usual spot and she was grateful for the smile she gave her when they locked eyes. Hermione had thought Ginny would still be mad at her after holding her back this morning but it seems like she got over it quickly.

“What took you so long bitch,” her redhead friend sighed. “You know how I hate sitting alone and yet you leave me here to fend for myself and-”

“Quit your ranting Gin I'm here,” Hermione interrupted and flicked her forehead playfully. 

But instead of the lighthearted response she expected, Ginny had just stared at her hand with a frown. Hermione finally realized that she still had Draco’s number on her palm, and it had been there all throughout her morning classes. She looked back up at Ginny with panicked eyes and she had no idea how to lie herself out of this situation.

“Whose number is that?” Ginny asked in an accusatory tone.

“Listen Gi-”

“Don’t fucking tell me it’s that dickhead’s number.” 

Her friend had successfully read her like a book and it hurt to see she looked more disappointed than she did angry. Hermione turned her head around to find the center of the lunchroom, where she knew held Draco’s lunch table. Thankfully he had been too busy laughing with his friends to notice another one of her and Ginny’s arguments. 

“When you left the hallway this morning Draco had approached me and invited me over to his house later,” Hermione explained and gave the watered down version of those events. “You know how much I like him and what this means to me Gi, can you please just be happy for me?”

“I would be happy for you if the guy you like wasn’t a coldhearted psychopath. Instead, I’m worried Hermione. You can do so much better than him and you don’t even realize it..” 

“Okay you make him out to be like this horrible person when you barely know him-”

“Do I need to? I’ve seen the way he and his friends have tormented our classmates. And not just some random bunch of classmates, he targets scholarship students,” Ginny paused with a frown and shook her head. “You know.. people like us.”

Hermione hesitated then. It wasn’t like she could deny that, especially after what the two of them had just witnessed this morning. But she had no idea how to explain to her the extent of her feelings towards Draco. Whenever she is near him it’s as if her body gravitates towards him without letting her mind know what’s going on. 

“I’m going no matter what. I’ll tell you how it goes and you’ll see he really isn’t that bad.”

Her friend had looked absolutely defeated. “Just be careful.. that’s all I ask.”

“I will.”

The rest of the school day went by slower than anticipated and still by the time Ginny had dropped Hermione home, there was no message from Draco. 

Hermione rushed to her room and slammed the door carelessly. She pulled out her journal and buried her hands in her hair with frustration. Angry and confused, she was fairly certain she hadn’t made the whole conversation up between her and Draco. After finding her pen, she began to frantically write her thoughts away.

This waiting is killing me. Draco doesn’t even know how much I’ve dreamed about going over his house and there he is, teasing me into thinking it might happen. But I’ll still wait.. I’ve been patient for years, a few extra hours shouldn’t be this bad.

“Fuck!” She slammed her journal shut. Looking at her phone, she noticed that it was almost dead, probably because of how much she had been checking it all day. With a frustrated sigh, she got up to go charge it.

Right when she had opened her bag to go do some homework, she heard loud familiar footsteps heading towards her door. Hermione jumped off her bed covered her mouth in horror, she had forgotten to text her dad back earlier, a text that she purposely ignored. 

Her father burst through her door faster than usual, and because she was in shock about forgetting to message him, it was too late for her to run to her bathroom. 

“So not only did you disobey me and neglected to do your chores last night, but you ignored my text reminding you of what you had done!” He yelled so loud she was pretty sure one of the neighbors could hear.

“M-My phone is charging right now since it died earlier.” The lie easily left her lips, but sadly for Hermione it didn’t matter if her dad believed her lies or not. 

He was still going to hurt her.

He pulled on her ear and dragged her towards the kitchen, stopping at the sink. Hermione was too slow in turning her head away in time to dodge the incoming slap. He slapped her right across the face causing her body to fall on the floor.

“P-Please dad stop-”

Her father didn’t care though. He began kicking her back until it bruised, her entire body felt numb after what seemed like forever. Looking up from her position on the floor, she was relieved to see he’s had enough.

“Now go do the dishes.”

Hermione was finally able to breathe once her father left the house, most likely to get more booze but she was glad he was gone. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably as she scrubbed each dish, she didn’t know if it was out of fear or rage. She hated how powerless she was against him and she craved for any sort of escape from that monster, even if it was temporary. 

Speaking of escape, once she finished her chores she darted to her bedroom to see if Draco had finally messaged her. Hermione’s cell phone was fully charged now, and she froze when she saw one single notification on her homescreen. With each passing second she could feel her heart beating louder and louder, all of a sudden the pain her dad had inflicted on her earlier had completely vanished.

5953 Orchard Woods Lane, Dodge City 67801

Be there no later than 7

She read the message over and over again until it was ingrained permanently in her memory, and to help memorize it she also wrote it in her journal multiple times to get a feel for it. This had to be his address, she already knew he lived in the richest neighborhood in Kansas, and that street was one of the many possibilities Hermione had researched in the past.

But then she panicked. It was already 6:30 and not only was she not dressed but she also had no car to get to his house. It suddenly dawned on her that she was going to have to walk all the way there. Hermione rushed to her closet to pick out the perfect outfit that she knew Draco would like. 

Opening her journal, she skimmed through the pages where she’d write about the girls Draco would surround himself with. She underlined every sentence where she’d talk about the attire the girls would wear when they were allowed to dress down and not have a uniform for the day.

‘ Kim was wearing a tight red top today, a tight red top that Draco couldn’t keep his eyes off of.’

‘Does Draco have a thing for short skirts? He keeps looking at this girl wearing a black short skirt and it’s pissing me off-’

That was it. She thankfully found a cute red top to match her one black skirt that she owned and she put them on as fast as she could. Now all that was left was her hair and makeup, two things she was hopelessly bad at. She glared in the mirror with disgust, but nonetheless was able to brush the tangles out of her shoulder length hair until all that was left were smooth brown strains that were still curly nonetheless. 

She rummaged through the little makeup that she had, but she was glad she had bought it because she knew one day she would be alone with Draco. She carefully outlined her brown eyes with black eyeliner, cured her long eyelashes, and put multiple coats of mascara on to make her eyes appear bigger than what they actually were. She concealed her dark eye bags, put on some blush, and grabbed the sexiest red lipstick she could find.

Though it wasn’t much, once Hermione looked back at the mirror again, for the first time in a while she wasn’t disgusted. But there was no time to appreciate the work she put in, because it was already 6:40 and she had twenty minutes to get to Draco’s house without a car. She put on her black converse boots to match her skirt and ran out the house to follow the navigation she put on her phone.

The walk to his house was only ten minutes. Hermione was shocked he lived so close despite how different their neighborhoods were, but also giddy with excitement. The love of her life was only a short walk away, a short walk that she tried to go through without limping because of the beatdown her dad had just given her.

Her jaw dropped once she finally reached his street. She couldn’t even consider what she was looking at to be houses. No, they were mansions separated by multiple acres of land. She stood out like a sore thumb walking here, she had only seen houses this big on the internet, never in person. When she finally reached Draco’s home, she realized all of this was way out of her element. 

He had the biggest home in the street, and each home was already ten times the size of Hermione’s. It had meticulously landscaped gardens surrounding a beautiful golden fountain in the center. She slowly approached the dark steps that led to the grand entrance and humongous door. Looking at her phone, she saw that it was exactly 6:50, she had gotten here ten minutes early. 

The earlier the better.

She took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. She didn’t know what she expected, but she definitely didn’t expect a complete stranger to open the door. The man was dressed in what seemed like work attire, and he stared at Hermione with thoughtful kind eyes. 

“Hello young lady, I suppose you’re here for Mr. Malfoy, correct?” He asked before Hermione could even introduce herself. 

Does he expect any girl that knocks on their door to be there for Draco?

Pushing those thoughts away, Hermione composed herself and nodded in response. 

“Follow me.”

He led the way inside to a spacious entrance hall, surrounded by a decorated high ceiling, marble floors, and ornate chandeliers. They were walking up a gorgeous double staircase that looked straight out of a movie, but Hermione had to remind herself that this was reality and she was about to enter Draco’s bedroom.

She made a note in her head to memorize her surroundings so she could write about it all in her journal later. The man in front of her stopped at a large white door, bowed his head, and slowly walked back down the stairs. She supposed this was where Draco was, and despite the weird behavior from his employee Hermione knew this was the moment where she had to play her cards right.

She didn’t want this to be her only chance at being over Draco’s house.

Without knocking, Hermione confidently opened the bedroom door. Sometimes she would dream about what Draco’s room would look like, but she never expected it to be as stunning as this. There was elegant wallpaper, a fireplace, and a freaking sitting area with armchairs and a flat screen tv. Her eyes darted towards the center of the room, which held a luxurious gold and black bed situated on a raised platform with a four-poster frame. 

Drawing closer to the bed, her heart almost fell out of her chest when she saw Draco’s back turned, laying down comfortably in the silk sheets and plush pillows. She knew he heard her walk in, and yet he didn’t move an inch. As Hermione walked towards the bed even more, right away she knew something was wrong.

Draco wasn’t the only one laying on his bed.

There was a girl in his arms, a girl who was half naked and who’s short black hair stood out beautifully on her pale skin. But Hermione wouldn’t let this deter her, once again this was her only chance at getting close to Draco. And yet, as she stared at Draco’s perfect sleeping face all she could feel was betrayal and anger. 

He had purposely texted Hermione to come at that time knowing he had another girl over that he slept with. She already knew that Draco may be aware that Hermione had a crush on him, but he had no idea the extent of that crush. He really thought that if he did this that he would successfully push her away or that she would take the hint that he wasn’t interested.

But she would make sure he would be interested.

Before Hermione could make a move, Draco slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to face her, making her entire body freeze on the spot. His gray eyes seemed to sparkle under the shining sun through the window, his pretty lips turned upwards into a not so pretty smile. This smile was similar to the one he gave Hermione at school when he had yanked her hair and tasted her tears.

He had the appearance of an angel, but the mind of a devil. The black haired girl under his arms shifted in his hold but he didn’t care, he kept staring at Hermione with that same wicked smile, almost like he knew how much this was affecting her. His eyes glanced down towards her englosed fists and shaking hands, indicating how angry she truly was.

His smile transformed into a smirk at that. He tilted his head, causing some of his bright blonde hair to cover his eyes, and gave her a look as if to say ‘ what’re you gonna do now?’ 

Hermione wasn’t going to be the one to speak first, she kept eye contact with him and just stood there until he would say something. Draco had asked Hermione to come over and now she was here, it was up to him to do what he wanted with her. She could stand here all night if she had to.

Suddenly the girl on his side, who Hermione now recognized was Pansy from school, shifted in the sheets and finally opened her eyes.

“Who the fuck are you?” She asked, covering her cleavage from Hermione and giving Draco a confused look.

Hermione didn’t say a word and continued to stare intensely at Draco. 

“Get out,” he finally said. He muttered the words while looking at Hermione, but she didn’t move an inch and stayed in place.

“I said get out, Pansy.” 

The girl next to him gasped and grabbed her clothes off the floor to quickly change. Hermione couldn’t hide her relief or smile when she realized he still wanted her to stay and not the other way around. Pansy looked hurt as she picked up her purse and walked towards the door, it seemed like she didn’t expect to get kicked out so soon.

When she left, Draco pushed the covers off of him, exposing his bare chest. Hermione shamelessly checked him out, her eyes lingering on his pale skin and abs. She wanted to taste him right then and there, but she knew if she was ever going to get a taste he would have to give it to her.

“Well Mione, you finally have my attention.” 

“And you’ve always had mine.” She boldly replied.

He let out a beautiful laugh, tilting his head back and showcasing his sharp jawline. Once he was done he shook his head and sat towards the edge of the bed, right where Hermione had been standing close to. His eyes undressed her, to her tight red shirt and her shaven long legs. She could smell him from here, could see his face better, both of which have caused Hermione’s heart to explode.

“You know you surprised me,” he said in his perfect smooth voice. “Most girls would walk away if I invited them over only for me to have another girl in my bed.” 

He suddenly jumped off the bed and invaded Hermione’s space, walking towards her he grabbed her shoulders and slammed her against the wall. Her bruised back hit the wall hard but she masked the pain with a charming smile at Draco, she wasn’t going to fuck this up.

“And yet you’re still here…” His large hands grasped her throat, squeezing it hard but not hard enough where couldn’t breathe. “Your eager eyes tell me everything, Mione.”

“Do they tell you how much I want to kiss you right now?”

Draco laughed again, and it was hard to miss the cruel undertone in his chuckle. He squeezed a bit harder on her throat but Hermione didn’t dare make a single noise of discomfort. His eyes narrowed, there was something sinister about the way he looked at the girl in his hands. Time seemed to stop as Hermione grew closer to him, their lips were so close, too close. Just a bit closer and she will be able to kiss-

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

“I w-wanted to-”

“To what? Kiss me?”

Draco looked at her as if she was worthless, and in that moment that’s exactly what she felt. She had embarrassed herself immensely in front of her crush and was too bold despite the fact that he was clearly not interested in her. Looking back up at him, her eyes started to water without her control. It was only then that Draco started to give her one of his infamous cruel smiles.

“There you go again, giving me those pretty tears..” He sighed, grabbing her face roughly and pushing her even deeper against the wall. Caressing her face, he gave her a feigned look of pity.

“You’re like a toy that’s begging for me to break.”

Do whatever you want with me, as long as I’m yours I’ll be happy-

“Oh Mione,” he let out a mocking chuckle, void of any joy. “I love how much you love me. I love how pathetic you are when you’re staring at me, your eyes telling me exactly what you’re thinking. It’s the only reason I’m gonna keep you around.”

Hermione never realized how aware Draco had been of her. It terrified her but at the same time she felt excited. She feared him as much as she loved him, but it didn’t matter because she’d do whatever she could to have him. 

The pain in Hermione’s throat returned as Draco tightened his grip around it, his long fingers started to dig into her flesh as he pressed their foreheads together. She whimpered in pain and closed her eyes, waiting for him to do something. She could only stare up at him, trapped in his grip as he continued to watch her with no expression at all.

“Why are you crying?” he asked, his voice as smooth as silk. Her body shook as she tried to think of a way to make him stop hurting her. Her mouth trembled and she took in short breaths as a way to cope with the pain until she finally found the words that were straining to get out of her mouth.

“Cause-because I-I love you.”

She expected to be slapped, or pushed or kicked or anything but this. No matter how much she had humiliated herself, Draco didn’t even flinch. Instead, he gave her a small smile and lowered his hands from her throat to her waist.

“I know you do.” he whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her neck. “And I’m going to let you love me. But you have to understand something, okay?”

Hermione nodded, not trusting herself to speak. What could he possibly want her to understand?

“I will never love you back," he whispered cruelly.

Hermione’s heart raced even faster at his words, a mix of fear and desire swelling inside her. She knew he was dangerous, but she couldn’t help the pull she felt towards him. What he said had fuelled her to make him change his mind, make him feel something for her.

“I’ll do anything for you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Draco chuckled, his grip loosening slightly. “Anything, huh?" His gray eyes had sparkled then. 

It was strange really. She felt herself falling deeper into Draco's trap, but she didn't care. All she wanted was him, even if it meant sacrificing everything else. It was as if the pain he inflicted on her only made her want him more. She couldn't help but crave every part of him, even the evil parts she pretended to be blind to.

"Anything," she repeated, her voice more firm this time.

He leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against hers. "Then get on your knees for me."

She didn't hesitate as she kneeled down before him, like he was a God. And he really was, he was her savior in a way, writing about him and longing for him took away the reality of her miserable life. And for a fleeting moment she was able to live out a different fantasy. 

He watched her carefully, a sinister expression on his face. She hated the feeling of being under his stare, but she loved his eyes that looked at her as if she was a piece of meat. He twirled a piece of her hair with his finger, playing with it in the same way he was playing with her heart. 

Draco picked up her face with his other hand, forcing her to look at him. "Make me feel good Mione, I want you to suck my cock."

She nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. She had plenty of experience when it came to giving head, but she never thought she'd be doing this to her crush. It was too far from her reality and fantasy, she wasn't even sure if she was going to be able to do it. She took off his boxers and finally saw his dick for the first time. He was big, bigger than she was ready for. She licked her lips and hesitantly grabbed his dick, getting a feel for it. The flavor had been good, too good for her.

She started to suck his cock slowly at first, swirling her tongue around his tip. She wanted to be good for Draco, wanted to make him want her forever. She knew if she could satisfy him, it would mean he'd want to keep her around longer.

Hermione felt his grip on her hair tighten when she increased the speed of her sucking, bobbing her head as she pushed her head down farther. She could feel a pressure building up inside her, heating up as she continued to suck him. She wanted to please him, wanted to make him moan so she could hear her effect on him. She loved the way his hands felt as they softly roamed around her face.

"Don't stop."

Hermione hesitated, she wanted to make him feel good but she couldn't go on much longer. She pulled her head back, her mouth releasing his cock.

"I want more," he commanded, his voice losing its patience. "I'm not going to tell you again."

She opened her mouth and pushed her head down again. She wanted to please him as much as she could. She wanted him to make her stay, wanted him to make her his forever. She wanted him to love her and only her.

He shoved his cock down her throat, gagging her. She felt his hands digging into her thighs as he shoved his dick deeper into her throat. He finally came into her mouth, and she was so proud of herself for swallowing despite how much her body fought to turn away.

All of a sudden, Draco pulled out and pushed her down onto the floor. She fell on her bruised back, the same spot her father had just hit. He moved to the wall, leaning on it as he looked down at her. The look in his eyes was one she never saw before, there was a dangerous fire that was hidden deep within his gaze. It gave her butterflies in her stomach, leaving her wanting more of him.

"Come here," he commanded, his voice harsh.

Hermione crawled to him instantly, her knees hurting as she did. She stopped in front of him, the heat from his body warming hers. She looked up at him, trying to read his expression.

"W-What now?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"You're my new toy for now on Hermione," he crossed his arms as his cruel eyes roamed her shaking body. "That is until I get bored of you."

He was testing her, Hermione knew this was his way of seeing if she really loved him or if this was just a game. The thing is, she was also ready to play, ready to make sure he would never get bored of her. She’s been waiting for this moment since the day she met him, everything she prepared for was falling into place now. She bit her lip, contemplating her answer. 

Opening her teary eyes, she looked up at him.

Staring at those gray empty pools, she knew it would only be him that she wants forever.

"Okay." She breathed out desperately.

And so it begins.

Chapter Text

Hermione shifted in her bed, it became impossible for her to sleep. She kept replaying the events of tonight in her head, including the part where Draco ruthlessly kicked her out of his room after he had declared her as his “toy”.

The memory played in her mind like a movie. The way Draco had looked at her with that fiery intensity sent shivers down her spine. She had never seen that side of him before, and it both excited and scared her. She had this weird pull towards Draco that she couldn't explain. It was like he had cast a spell on her heart. Even though he had treated her coldly, she still found herself wanting more of his attention, even obsessing over it.

As the moonlight lit up her room, Hermione felt a mix of emotions. She swung her legs out of bed and sat down at her desk. She lit a lamp and picked up her journal. Writing was her way of figuring things out, and she needed to make sense of what she was feeling.

She began writing in her journal,

Tonight was... different. Draco's words, his commanding tone – they left me all mixed up. I can't deny that something about him draws me in. It's like I'm under his spell. But why? He's not exactly kind to me, and yet, I can't stop thinking about him.

I know it's crazy, but there's this part of me that wants to be his, to belong to him in some strange way. I feel like I'm obsessing over his every word and action. Is this what they call a crush? Or is it something deeper?

I can't pretend that I understand any of this. Part of me is scared of getting hurt, of giving so much of myself to someone who might not care. But there's another part that craves his attention, that wants to unravel the mystery that is Draco Malfoy.

I'll be honest with myself. I'm obsessed with him, with the way he makes me feel. It's like he's ignited something within me, and I can't put out the flames, even if I tried.

I don't know where this is going, but I have to find out. I have to know if there's more to Draco than meets the eye, or if I'm just another game to him.

With a sigh, Hermione closed her journal and blew out the lamp. She slipped back into bed, her mind still racing with thoughts of Draco. As she closed her eyes, she couldn't help but hope that her obsession would lead to something more, even if it was a risky path to take.

The next morning, Hermione stood by her front door, her backpack slung over her shoulder. The honk of a car pulled her attention to the curb, where Ginny's familiar vehicle awaited. Ginny's grin was infectious as she leaned across the passenger seat to open the door.

The car ride had been awkwardly silent. She had a feeling Ginny wanted to say something to her but couldn’t quite get any words out. Finally after many minutes going by, her best friend turned to her with a worried look on her face.

"So, how was your visit with Draco?"

Hermione's heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. "It was... interesting."

Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Interesting? That's a new one. Care to share?"

Hermione hesitated, her gaze fixed on the passing buildings. She was well aware of the change that had taken hold of her since that encounter. "He's different, Ginny. I can't quite explain it, but there's something about him that's drawing me in."

Ginny's grip on the steering wheel tightened, her expression concerned. "Hermione, be careful. Draco Malfoy is not someone you want to get involved with. He's known for using people and discarding them when he's done."

Hermione's fingers traced the edge of her backpack strap, a conflicted expression on her face. "I know what you're saying. But there's a side of him that no one else seems to see. I think by now you should be aware of how much I want him."

Ginny sighed, her worry evident. "Hermione, sometimes people like him are good at putting on masks. Don't let your empathy blind you to the reality of his actions."

The school's imposing gates came into view as the car approached Primrose Prep. Hermione glanced at Ginny, her gratitude evident in her eyes. "I hear you, Ginny. I'll be cautious, I promise."

She gave her a reassuring smile before pulling up to the school's entrance. As Hermione stepped out of the car, she felt a mixture of determination and trepidation. The allure of Draco’s enigmatic presence had its hold on her, but Ginny's warning echoed in her mind like a cautionary refrain.

The grand entrance of Primrose Prep stretched before Hermione as she walked alongside Ginny. The polished marble floors and towering columns felt like a stark contrast to the turmoil within her. She had hoped the day would bring some semblance of normalcy, but fate had different plans.

Today would be a good day, it had to be. 

But as they navigated the corridors, Hermione's gaze caught a scene that stole her breath and ignited a storm of emotions within her. There, a few yards away, stood Draco Malfoy, his lips locked with Pansy Parkinson's. The same Pansy who had shared his bed the night before, right before he had declared Hermione his "toy."

Hermione's heart clenched, a mixture of jealousy, anger, and sadness overwhelming her. She watched, her eyes locked onto the scene before her. Draco's piercing gaze met hers as he continued to kiss Pansy, a malicious smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It was as if he relished the sight of Hermione's pain.

A sickening feeling churned in her stomach, and she clenched her fists to suppress the surge of emotions. Ginny, standing beside her, seemed to sense the change in Hermione's demeanor.

"Hey, are you okay?" Ginny's voice cut through the haze of emotions. Her concern was genuine, a lifeline for Hermione amidst the storm.

She tore her eyes away from Draco and Pansy, her chest heaving with the effort to hold back tears. She forced a smile, her voice tight. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... caught off guard."

Ginny's brows furrowed, her gaze following Hermione's line of sight before returning to her friend. "It's him, isn't it? Draco. I warned you, Hermione."

Her jaw tightened, her fingers trembling slightly. "I know, Ginny. But seeing it... it's different."

Ginny's expression softened, her hand resting gently on Hermione's arm. "You deserve better than this. Don't let him toy with your feelings."

Hermione's gaze lingered on Draco for a moment longer, his cold silver eyes cutting her like a knife, the amusement was clear in them and she finally tore away.

“I’ll see you later at lunch, I gotta go.” She whispered and ran away.

Ginny's words echoed in Hermione's mind as she hurried to her first class, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. The image of Draco and Pansy’s kiss was seared into her memory, a painful reminder of the fact that he’d let her kiss him and not Hermione. The bell rang, signaling the start of the lesson, but Hermione found it hard to focus on anything other than the tumultuous thoughts swirling within her.

The class passed in a blur, and as the final bell rang, Hermione gathered her belongings and made her way through the bustling halls. She couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched, a sensation that intensified as she turned a corner and came face to face with Draco. It was as if he knew she would be there, ready to fall into his trap.

Hermione's steps faltered, and she felt a knot form in her stomach as he closed in, his presence overwhelming. Draco's eyes bore into hers, a mixture of cold amusement and something darker that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Well, well, if it isn’t my little toy," Draco sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "Did you enjoy the show earlier?"

Hermione's heart raced, her throat tightening as she tried to find her voice. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

Draco's lips curled into a malicious grin, his tone dripping with condescension. "Oh, I think you do. My lips on Pansy's. Quite the spectacle, wasn't it?"

His words struck her like a blow, and she could feel the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She refused to let him see her vulnerability, but he seemed to relish in her discomfort.

Without warning, Draco's hand shot out, gripping her forearm in a bruising hold. Panic surged through Hermione, and before she could react, he was pushing her into the same supply closet where he had given her his number just days before. The small space closed in around her, the air thick with tension.

"Aw, don't cry.” Draco taunted, his voice low and menacing. "It's not like you're the first one to fall for me."

Hermione's breath hitched, and she fought to hold back her tears, her fists clenched at her sides. The closet felt suffocating, a symbol of the trap she had willingly walked into. She wasn’t the first one to fall for him, but he called it had been an understatement. She was so in love with him that it was suffocating her, and he had no idea of the extent of her love- or what she was willing to do.

Suddenly, Draco's demeanor shifted, and his foot connected with Hermione's side, sending her crashing to the ground. Pain shot through her as she fell onto her hands and knees, her breath catching in her throat. She found herself kneeling before him, her body trembling.

Draco stood above her, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he looked down at her. Her tears glistened in the dim light, her vulnerability exposed for him to see.

"What have I done?" Hermione's voice wavered, a mix of frustration and hurt lacing her words. “I told you I’d do anything for you!”

Draco's laughter echoed in the confined space, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "Oh, toy, it's not about what you've done. It's about what you can do for me."

The weight of his words pressed down on her, and she felt her resolve crumbling. It was as if he held all the power, and she was nothing but a pawn in his game. Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes, her vision blurring as she finally let them fall. She had hoped to stay strong, to defy his hold over her, but in that moment, the reality of her situation hit her with full force.

Draco's taunting smile remained, his gaze locking onto Hermione's tear-stained face. He bent down slightly, his voice dripping with a sickening mixture of amusement and cruelty. "You know, that kiss you saw earlier? You'd have to earn something like that. And I'm not so sure you're worthy of it yet."

Hermione's heart clenched at his words, a mixture of anger and longing bubbling up within her. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat, her inner struggle evident in the flicker of emotions in her eyes. The desire to prove herself to him warred with the realization that he was manipulating her, using her feelings against her.

Draco's fingers brushed against her cheek, his touch both maddeningly gentle and condescending. "You see, Mione, I have standards. And you've got a long way to go before you even come close to meeting them."

Every fiber of her being yearned for his approval, for the chance to be close to him, but a small voice deep inside reminded her that she was worth more than his twisted games. She had once been strong and independent, but Draco's presence had ignited a dangerous obsession that threatened to consume her.

His lips curled into a wicked grin, as if he could read the war waging within her. "Are you going to cry some more, toy? Is that your way of trying to get my attention?"

Hermione bit her lip, her pride warring with her desperation. The tears were a testament to her vulnerability, a vulnerability he was exploiting for his own amusement. She couldn't let him see her weakness any longer.

As if sensing her shift in demeanor, Draco straightened up, his fingers releasing her cheek. He stepped back, leaving her on her knees in the confined space. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before interrupting my private moments."

With that, he turned and walked out of the supply closet, leaving Hermione alone with her jumbled thoughts and shattered heart. She remained on the cold floor for a moment, her tears still fresh, her breath ragged.

Ginny's words echoed in her mind once again, a lifeline amidst the chaos. She had to find a way to break free from Draco's grasp, to regain her sense of self and put an end to this sick obsession. But even as she told herself this, the image of his smirk and the taste of her unrequited desires lingered, chaining her to him in ways she feared she might never escape.

As the afternoon classes began, Hermione found herself in a familiar seat, her eyes drifting to Draco once more. He sat a few rows away, his blonde hair catching the light as he leaned back in his chair, a self-assured smile playing on his lips. Her heart raced at the sight of him, and she struggled to focus on the lecture.

Draco's eyes met hers briefly, and her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and longing. The knowing smirk that curved his lips only deepened her internal turmoil. He was aware of the effect he had on her, and he seemed to relish in her vulnerability.

The class eventually came to an end, and Hermione gathered her belongings, her mind still ensnared by Draco's presence. The transition to lunch provided a temporary relief from this long day and she followed the flow of students into the bustling cafeteria.

The aroma of food filled the air as students chatted and laughter echoed throughout the space. Hermione's thoughts, however, remained fixated on the enigma that was Draco Malfoy. She joined Ginny at their usual table, her friend's concerned gaze not escaping her notice.

"Hermione, you've been distant all day," Ginny observed, her brow furrowing with worry.

Hermione managed a weak smile, not wanting to burden Ginny with the complex whirlwind of emotions that had been consuming her. "Just lost in my thoughts, you know how it is."

Ginny's eyes held a mix of understanding and determination. "Is it Draco? I've seen the way you've been looking at him."

Her heart skipped a beat, her cheeks flushing slightly. "It's complicated, Ginny. I can't really explain."

Ginny's gaze softened, and she reached out to place a reassuring hand on Hermione's. "I know it's not easy, but promise me you won't let him control your feelings. You deserve better."

Hermione nodded, she felt guilty knowing she was lying to her friend. "I'll do my best."

As they enjoyed their lunch, Hermione found herself occasionally stealing glances at Draco across the cafeteria. His presence was magnetic, drawing her in like a moth to a flame. She admired the way he interacted effortlessly with his friends, his laughter ringing out like a melody. His blonde hair caught the light, his icy gray eyes sparkling with a mischievous charm. Each time his gaze met hers, a slow, taunting smile would curve his lips, a silent reminder of how aware he was of his effect on her.

Ginny's voice broke through her thoughts, her concerned tone reaching her ears. "Hermione, are you listening? You seem really lost today."

Hermione shook her head, a wistful smile gracing her lips. "Sorry. I guess I'm just lost in my own world."

She studied her for a moment before sighing. "Just remember. You're worth more than chasing after someone who treats you like a game."

Her gaze met Ginny's, a mixture of determination and conflicted desire in her eyes. "I hear you, Ginny. I'll keep that in mind."

"I've got to head to the library to finish some homework. You okay here, Hermione?"

Hermione offered her friend a distracted smile, her mind still entangled in her thoughts. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Go ahead."

Ginny nodded and gathered her belongings before departing, leaving Hermione alone at their table. The lunchroom seemed to close in on her, the noise and chatter becoming a distant backdrop to her racing thoughts.

Unbeknownst to her, Draco had seized the opportunity. He and his friends, Vincent and Greg, sauntered over with a calculated swagger. As they neared her, Hermione felt a knot form in her stomach, her heart racing in anticipation.

"What do we have here?" Draco's voice oozed with false sweetness, drawing the attention of nearby students. His icy gray eyes bore into her, a predatory gleam dancing within them.

Hermione's pulse quickened as anxiety clawed at her chest. She wished for an escape, for the ground to swallow her whole. But Draco's presence held her captive, his power over her undeniable.

Vincent and Greg snickered, their laughter mingling with the hushed whispers of the students around them. Draco's grin widened, his lips curling with malicious intent. "Seems like we've got a lonely little toy all by herself."

Hermione's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. She refused to let him see how much his words affected her, even as her heart hammered in her chest.

Draco's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, meant only for her ears. "Let's see how much you really love me."

As Draco's chilling whisper echoed in Hermione's ears, a sense of grim understanding settled over her. The realization hit her like a cold wave—the twisted path she had willingly chosen was about to become even darker, even more painful. Her heart raced as she comprehended the depth of his manipulation, the lengths she was willing to go to in order to prove herself to him.

With calculated cruelty, Draco's voice rang out, a command that sent a shiver down Hermione's spine. "Listen up, everyone. Let's introduce you to my newest plaything."

The lunchroom's attention shifted, a hushed anticipation filling the air as students turned their gaze toward Draco. He relished in the power he held, the puppeteer orchestrating a twisted performance.

Hermione's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of dread and resignation welling up within her. The truth was stark and undeniable: she was Draco's chosen target, his new victim in a cruel game of power and control.

Draco's icy gaze fixed on her, a predator locking onto its prey. "Allow me to present to you my latest source of amusement—Hermione Granger."

Whispers rippled through the crowd as eyes bore into her, judgment and curiosity mingling in their gazes. The weight of their scrutiny pressed down on her, but it was Draco's words that held her captive, his grip on her psyche unyielding.

He stepped closer, his smirk twisted and triumphant. "You see, Hermione here wants to prove just how devoted she is to me."

Hermione's cheeks burned with embarrassment, the intensity of his words a painful reminder of the lengths she was willing to go for his approval. The lunchroom seemed to close in on her, a suffocating bubble of judgment and expectation. 

"I'm giving her the honor of being my sole focus," Draco announced, his words laced with sadistic delight. "The rest of you scholarship students are off-limits for now. Consider yourselves lucky."

His proclamation cut through the air, drawing a mixture of reactions from the onlookers. Some exchanged relieved glances, grateful that they were spared from Draco's torment. Others exchanged uneasy looks, realizing the price Hermione was paying for his favor.

Amid the whispers and hushed conversations, Hermione's gaze remained fixed on Draco. His silver eyes held a chilling promise, a cruel glint that sent shivers down her spine. She felt like prey ensnared in a spider's web, unable to escape the intricate threads he had woven around her.

Draco's lips curled into a taunting smile as he met her gaze. "Congratulations, Mione. You're about to become the center of everyone's attention. Just as you always wanted, isn't it?"

His words were a twisted reflection of her own desires, a reminder of the obsession that had led her down this treacherous path. Her heart ached with conflicting emotions—a yearning for his affection, a desperation to prove herself, and a growing sense of dread.

As the lunchroom buzzed with a mix of excitement and curiosity, Hermione found herself breathing heavily with fear and anticipation. People were recording this, people were listening. Everyone knew she was devoted to Draco now, and she didn’t know how to feel about it.  

Before she could even register what was happening, the sound of a lunch tray hitting her face echoed in her ears. The impact was sudden and jarring, the weight of it causing her to stumble backward. The cold, gooey sensation of nachos smeared across her skin and clothes sent shivers down her spine.

Hermione's heart raced, her vision blurred with a mix of food and tears. She could feel the eyes of the lunchroom on her, their laughter and jeers echoing in her ears. But it was Draco's mocking laughter that hurt her the most, cutting through the chaos, his voice dripping with sadistic satisfaction.

"Look at you, Mione," Draco sneered, his eyes alight with malicious glee. "Isn't this where you belong? Covered in filth, just like the trash you are."

Hermione's cheeks burned with shame, her fists clenched at her sides. 

Let's see how much you really love me, she remembered his soft whisper. Was this another test? Either way she will endure it. She’ll allow him to humiliate her like this if it meant it would prove something to him.

As Draco's laughter continued to ring in her ears, his words served as a reminder of the harsh reality she had willingly embraced. Her deep attachment to him had led her to this moment, a time of reckoning where she had to face the truth about her actions.

Once his friends left and the lunchroom began to clear out, the mood became more serious. Draco's shadow cast over her, his presence a constant reminder of the power he held over her. He bent down, his fingers curling into her hair, yanking her head upward so she was forced to meet his cold, calculating gaze.

“Come to my house again,” he whispered with a smirk, his voice dripping with a dangerous allure.

She couldn’t hide her smile at his words. “O-Okay-”

“Same time as yesterday,” he carelessly interrupted, his words a reminder of the routine he was establishing. “Don’t be late.”

As he straightened up and walked away, Hermione's heart raced. Tonight was a precipice—a choice that would shape the course of her life. The path she had chosen was one of twisted affection and obsession, but in this moment, she found herself at a crossroads. She could continue down this treacherous path, allowing herself to be manipulated and degraded, or she could find the strength to break free.

But the problem was, she didn't want to break free. 

The allure of Draco was too powerful, the magnetic pull too intoxicating. Her heart yearned for him, ached for his approval, and she was willing to endure whatever else he was going to do to her, so she could have even a fraction of his attention.

Now in the bathroom, Hermione stared at her reflection, her gaze unwavering. The mess of food on her clothes and face was a stark reminder of what he will continue to do to her, but it also ignited a fire inside. Her determination grew stronger, fueled by a dangerous mix of obsession and desperation.

I want him all for myself, she thought as she wiped her messy face. Her clothes were still stained despite her constant rubbing. She looked in the mirror determinedly, eyes clear and unblinking.

“And I will have him, no matter what it takes.” She whispered to her reflection, the words a solemn oath that revealed the depth of her dark obsession and the lengths she was willing to go to in order to have Draco, no matter the consequences.

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Hermione stood in the shower, feeling the hot water pour over her. Her laughter, high-pitched and manic, filled the small space as she stood beneath the hot spray. It was a sound that would have sent shivers down anyone's spine, a stark contrast to the composed girl she used to be.

The truth was, Hermione was no longer that girl. She had been consumed by a dangerous obsession, one that had taken root in her heart and mind, weaving its dark threads into every aspect of her life. The thought of going to Draco's house again, of being near him, of having the chance, however small, to earn his kiss, sent her into fits of hysterical laughter.

She wanted to look sexy. After several minutes of deliberation, she pulled out a form-fitting black dress that clung to her curves. It had a daringly low neckline and a hem that stopped just above her knees. She felt a rush of excitement as she held it up against her body in the mirror.

"I have to look irresistible," she whispered to herself.

Hermione rummaged through her drawers for a pair of strappy heels that would elongate her legs. She applied makeup with a practiced hand, emphasizing her eyes with smoky eyeshadow and adding a hint of red to her lips. Every detail had to be perfect.

She gazed at her reflection, her heart pounding with anticipation and a dark desire to capture Draco's attention. Hermione had cast aside her old self, and in her quest for his affection, she was willing to become someone new, someone she hardly recognized.

She carefully avoided her father on her long walk to his house. Her feet were hurting her walking in these heels, but she didn’t care. Hermione arrived at Draco's imposing mansion with her heart racing. The butler, as stoic as ever, directed her to the bedroom. As she walked through the luxurious hallways, her heels clicking on the polished marble floor, she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement mingled with apprehension.

As she stepped inside the room, the door slammed shut behind her, and she was instantly pulled into a forceful embrace. Draco's deep, mocking laughter echoed in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"You really went all out to please me, didn't you, toy?" He taunted, looking at her up and down with amusement. 

Hermione's cheeks flushed with humiliation, but she held her ground, determined to show him just how far she was willing to go. She had to impress him, to make him see that she was worth his affection.

Draco's fingers danced along the delicate fabric of her expensive dress, and with a swift motion, he tore it apart, leaving her standing in nothing but her undergarments. His cold eyes analyzed every inch of her exposed skin, making her feel vulnerable and exposed.

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she refused to let them fall. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her break down. But this is how he is though, it seems as if this boy lived to make others suffer. More specifically, Hermione. He kept walking until she hit the back of his bed.

With a forceful push, Draco sent Hermione tumbling onto his plush bed. His lips, so often taunting and cruel, now trailed a searing path of kisses along her trembling body. Each touch was both a torment and a temptation, a reminder of her deep and dark obsession with him.

As he continued his relentless kisses on her body, Draco's voice dripped with condescension, she felt his smile as lips continued down her stomach. "You know you really don’t deserve me.”

“I-I want to-”

“Our lives are so different, so far apart. You're just a poor scholarship student, while I... well, I'm actually important in life." He stopped kissing and just stared at her fallen face with a smirk.

His words stung like a thousand needles, sinking deep into her already fragile self-esteem. Hermione's breaths quickened, and her heart pounded in her chest as he resumed, his lips trailing lower. She wanted to protest, to scream that she was worthy of him, but she couldn't find her voice.

Draco's fingers teased the edges of her thoughts, threatening to push her into a world of pleasure and pain, a world she was all too willing to enter in her desperate bid for his affection. He suddenly grabbed her face, squeezing her cheeks with his rough fingers.

“I can feel your blush, you pathetic toy.” He laughed.

His teasing words and the intensity of his touch sent a shiver down Hermione's spine. As his fingers tightened around her face, his gray eyes bore into hers, and he could feel the blush that burned beneath his touch.

He kissed her, and this time, his lips found hers in a fierce and possessive kiss. Hermione's heart soared with a mixture of joy and desperation. This was the first time his lips had touched hers, and it was a moment she had longed for, even if it came with the harsh realities of their twisted relationship.

Their kiss was filled with a strange mix of passion and power. Hermione couldn't help but lose herself in the intoxication of it all, despite the knowledge that she was playing a dangerous game. She clung to him, her desire for him overwhelming any rational thought.

In that moment, all that mattered was Draco and the addictive pull he had over her. But beneath the surface of her happiness, a nagging voice of doubt remained. Was this truly love, or had her obsession blinded her to the toxicity of this situation? 

Draco ended the kiss with a sadistic smirk. He pulled away from her and stared into her quivering eyes. "You're nothing to me, remember that. “

At that moment, Hermione felt like her heart might break. She wanted so desperately to believe that he felt something for her, that he wanted her, not just for a moment, but forever. He resumed the kiss, and things escalated. He ripped off his own clothes and started to peel away hers, and she let him.

He gripped her wrists tightly, his fingers digging into her skin as he pinned her down against his bed. His lips hungrily trailed kisses over her neck, and Hermione cried out at the sensation of his hot lips against her cool skin. Her breath caught in her throat as she tumbled into another world, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

As she returned to herself, Hermione was reminded of the harsh reality that she was nothing more than a toy to him. He had ripped her black slip in half, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. She still wore the same black lace bra that she had worn for him before, but this time, he didn’t seem impressed. His eyes narrowed as he took in her appearance, as if she wasn’t good enough for him.

But she wasn't going to mess this up. She dreamed of this happening and she would make sure nothing ruined it, she grabbed his face and kissed him passionately.

Their kiss lasted for a few minutes, letting Hermione catch her breath.

"Draco, I want you so much..." She whispered.

He smirked. "I know.”

"Do whatever you want to me.." She breathed out.

It was inevitable, Hermione realized she was a slave to his will. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she would let him.

She was powerless to resist him.

Hermione moaned as Draco slipped his fingers inside of her. He teased her, getting her wetter and wetter, making her shudder and writhe in ecstasy. He was going to fuck her and she would gladly let him.

He teased her entrance, and Hermione keeled forward, desperate to feel him inside of her. Draco delighted in watching her struggle for control, and he took his time in delivering the pleasure that her body so desperately craved.

Finally, he thrust into her.

Draco’s victory was as sweet as Hermione’s cry of pleasure. She was his, and it felt so good to finally have her. She was worth all of the torment she had endured. He was rough with her, uncaring of her virginal pain.

Her body arched off the bed as he entered her. He didn’t tease her this time, he just fucked her. He fucked her hard and he fucked her quick. The bed rocked against the wall as he thrust into her, doing whatever he wanted just like she had begged.

Hermione couldn’t breathe. Her mind was blank as she struggled to process the pleasure and pain. She was his, and his pleasure was her pleasure. The heat of their passion filled her body, and she didn’t want to escape it. She just wanted to succumb to it.

She could feel her own body growing more tense, and she knew she was close to her release. Draco's thrusting hit deeper and deeper into her, and she could feel her own orgasm approaching. It hurt, but it also felt so good to feel him inside of her. She never wanted this moment to end. She looked up at him as she threw her head back in ecstasy, her body writhing with pleasure.

Once he was pleased he stopped, giving her a wicked smile.

She knew that smile, he was going to-

Hermione was suddenly pushed off the bed, and she landed on the ground. She looked up at him from the floor with tears sporting her eyes. He moved towards the edge of the bed and she was able to see his feet. She didn't know how to feel, but all she knew was that she'd do whatever she could to stay here longer with him.

He kicked her down until she was on her knees.

She stayed there, kneeling before him with her head bowed.

Hermione heard his deep chuckles as he grabbed her by her hair and forced her head towards his cock. He pushed her head down further until his penis was at the back of her throat. She couldn’t breathe and her eyes started to water even more.

Finally, he pulled her head away and let her take a breath of air. He laughed at her and then forced her head down again. From the sounds of pleasure he was making she knew he was enjoying himself, and if she could make him feel good, then she was going to do it.

"This is all you're good for," he cruelly moaned out as he pushed deeper into her.

Draco squirms as he feels his orgasm approaching. But he doesn't want to cum just yet. He pulls his cock out of her throat, letting her catch her breath. He sees the tears in her eyes, and he laughs even more.

You deserve better than this....Don't let him toy with your feelings.

Why was she hearing Ginny's words in her head all of a sudden? She loved Draco. It was her friend who was in the wrong here, how dare Ginny even say that to her today. She had no idea what Hermione deserved, or what she wanted. 

This is love.

Draco pushed her head back towards his cock, bringing her back to reality. She obeyed and took him into her mouth. She started to bob her head back and forth, sucking on his member. She reached up and started to stroke his shaft while she sucked, hoping to make him feel good. All she wanted was to pleasure him. She never wanted him to think she wasn't good enough. She looked up at him for approval and he smiled.

He gripped her head, his fingers digging into her scalp and she loved it. It hurt, but it felt so good to feel his fingers mark her. He couldn't hold it any longer. With one last thrust, he came in her mouth. She swallowed it all as she felt his warm cum run down her throat. She sighed at the feeling of relief as he came down from his orgasm.

She had sex with him and pleasured him all in one night! She couldn't believe this was real, she wanted to relive this over and over again. His satisfied expressions and laughter was all she wanted to see and hear.

As Draco looked down at Hermione, his expression shifted from one of dominance to something deeper, something that even he seemed to struggle to understand. The fire in his eyes simmered, revealing a hint of vulnerability that he usually kept well-hidden. For a moment, it was as if Hermione saw a crack in his façade, a glimpse into the complexity of his emotions.

He extended his hand, his fingers curling around hers, and pulled her up from the floor. Hermione obeyed, her body moving fluidly as she rose to her feet. The heat of his touch lingered on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. It was a mixture of fear and desire that coursed through her veins, and she knew that she was willingly diving into a world of uncertainty.

Draco's lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile. "You're not just any girl, are you?" he mused, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "You're willing to play my game, to be my little pawn in this twisted dance."

Hermione met his gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of determination and longing. 

"Yes," she answered, her voice unwavering. "I want to be a part of your world, Draco. I want to be the one who keeps you intrigued, who keeps you from getting bored. I want to be the girl you can't forget."

Draco's smile widened, a hint of approval gleaming in his eyes. He stepped closer, their bodies almost touching, and reached out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. The gesture was oddly tender, a stark contrast to the cruel dominance he had displayed earlier.

"Well then, Hermione," he murmured, his voice a velvety whisper. "You've passed the first test. Let's see how far you're willing to go."

The next day, Hermione woke up in a cold sweat, the memories of the previous night's encounter with Draco still fresh in her mind. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease, a nagging voice inside her questioning the choices she had made. As she prepared for school, she couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and shame, unsure of how to face her best friend Ginny after what had transpired. 

The encounter with Draco had left her conflicted, torn between her desire for his attention and the realization that perhaps this wasn't the path she truly wanted to walk.

When Ginny picked her up from school, she couldn’t even face her best friend or look her in the eye. The car ride was quiet and awkward, she noticed Ginny staring at the hickey’s on her neck, but she didn’t say a word.

“You didn’t answer any of my texts last night.” Ginny broke the silence with a cold voice.

‘I-I was-”

“You were with that monster, weren’t you.”

He’s not a monster.

“I love him.”

“Get out,” Her redheaded friend muttered when they arrived.

She had never been this cold to her.

Hermione couldn't help but feel a twinge of sorrow as she exited the car, her gaze lingering on Ginny's retreating figure. The realization of the pain she had caused her friend tugged at her heart, creating a heavy burden of guilt. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had let Ginny down, and it weighed heavily on her conscience.

She walked down the hallway, her mind seemed to be everywhere. 

All of a sudden though, she heard loud cheers from her classmates. There seemed to be a fight going on. Hermione's blood boiled with a mixture of rage and jealousy as she turned the corner and came face to face with the distressing scene.

No no no!

Draco's cruel taunts echoed in her ears, but this time they were directed at Harry Potter, a scholarship student. Him and his friends were holding him up against the lockers and taking turns punching him. 

But what truly angered Hermione was the fact that Draco had broken his promise of solely targeting her. She couldn't stand the idea of someone else receiving his attention and now, seeing him tormenting Harry, her dislike for the boy she didn’t even know grew even stronger. 

The green eyed boy was crying now, and Hermione couldn’t help but feel bad. But nonetheless it should be her who was crying under Draco’s words. Hermione's voice turned icy as she demanded Harry to flee from the scene, her anger towards him clouding her concern for his safety. Deep down, she resented the fact that Draco's attention was focused on Harry instead of herself, fueling her jealousy and bitterness.

Hermione's heart wrenched with a mixture of anguish and confusion as she watched Draco's torment unfold. In a moment of unexpected detachment, she found herself stepping forward, her voice dripping with coldness as she addressed Harry, "Run away, Potter. Save yourself from this pathetic spectacle." Her own words startled her, as if they belonged to a stranger she didn't recognize.

Before Harry could react, Draco suddenly turned around, a cruel smirk spreading across his face. "Well, well, Mione," he sneered, his tone dripping with condescension. "Looks like you can't bear the thought of someone else getting a taste of my attention. How pitifully in love with me are you?"

Her eyes welled up with tears as Draco's words cut through her like a knife. She tried to hold back her emotions, but his relentless insults pushed her to the breaking point. The laughter of her classmates echoed in her ears, intensifying her humiliation.

People started recording her now, and it felt like she was in the cafeteria all over again, back when Draco had thrown trash on her. But this is how it should be, he should be directing his insults only at her, even if it broke her heart. 

“Look everyone,” Draco addressed the crowd. “My toy will do anything for me, just watch.”

“I’ll do anything for you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He had repeated the words she always told him when they were alone. 

“Kneel,” he taunted.

She kneeled without hesitation, like they really were alone. Like there was no one watching. Except everyone was watching, and recording, and laughing. Draco was behaving like the monster Ginny had just accused him of being. Deep inside she felt like a fool, but she held everything in.

Draco extended his boot forward. “Now kiss my feet,” his voice broke her in half.

The sound of her classmates' laughter echoed in her ears, fueling her humiliation. But nonetheless she kissed the tip of his leather shoes, not caring about anything anymore. She was just as sick and twisted as Draco, because despite the tears dripping down her face, she had convinced herself that she was enjoying this.

You should be less sad now, his attention is back on you!

Shut up you pathetic idiot, look at yourself.. You’re no longer a person, only a toy for him to play with.

She shook her head as more tears streamed down her face, her conflicting thoughts making this even more painful.

Hermione couldn't believe what she had just done. The pleasure she had felt the previous night seemed like a distant memory now, overshadowed by the humiliation and regret that flooded her being. She had willingly allowed herself to become Draco's puppet, sacrificing her self-respect for a taste of his attention. 

As the laughter of her classmates continued to ring in her ears, she felt a profound sense of shame wash over her. But somewhere deep within, a flicker of defiance remained, a glimmer of hope that she could find her way back to herself.

But the problem was, she didn’t know if she wanted to go back.

She smiled up at Draco as he continued laughing.

This version of her made him happy after all.