Mione

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.