Chapter 51
Draco Malfoy sat in Professor McGonagall’s Transfiguration class, idly twirling his wand between his fingers. The old hag’s droning voice about the intricacies of human transfiguration was a background hum that barely registered. His thoughts wandered to more stimulating memories, particularly those of Hermione.
It had all started in third year. He remembered the first time he tried to take Hermione intimately, the rush of power and excitement that had surged through him. But Hermione did not share that excitement. He had to use a lube spell the older boys on the Quidditch team had taught him.
He remembered how unsatisfied he had often been. Hermione had not responded to him the way he wanted. She could barely get wet for him, her body tense and unyielding. The thrill of their secret meetings had been dampened by his frustration. He wanted her so badly, yet she remained distant, her passion seemingly locked away.
Things got better when he started getting Hermione drunk or giving her those Muggle party drugs be has her buy. Her inhibitions disappeared and she started to enjoy herself.
Draco’s thoughts were interrupted by a nudge from Blaise, class was over. The first day of the new year was finally finished. This year, things would change. This year, he would get what he wanted.