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Sometimes Hate Is a Good Thing

by Hermione-G-Weasley
 
 

Chapter 11
Don't Fuck With a Malfoy
 

Hermione noticed the commotion outside of the Great Hall as all the students hurried to get
to their afternoon classes. They all seemed terribly excited about something, but she had no
idea what. She'd been in the library doing more research for her project. Not that she really
needed to, but it made a good excuse to get away from Harry and Ron for a bit, and it made
a very good excuse not to have to sit in the same room with a smug looking Draco Malfoy
until their double Potions lesson.

She glanced around for any of her friends, but Ron and Harry didn't seem to be anywhere
in sight; she couldn't even find Parvati or Lavender or any of the other seventh Gryffindors.
She did, however, see the back of a thin redhead that stood taller than her by two inches
walking in the opposite direction with what appeared to be the back of Colin Creevey's
head.

"Ginny!" she screamed a bit too loudly as she rushed up to the younger girl.

Ginny turned around, and Hermione was immediately struck with the thought that Ginny
looked as though she were on the verge of tears. "Oh, hey, Hermione," she said glumly.

"What happened?" Hermione glanced past her at a sympathetic looking Creevey boy.

Colin answered her as he put a friendly arm around Ginny's shoulder. "Her brother got in
a fight during lunch."

Hermione's mouth fell open at the words. "With who?" She already knew the answer,
though.

"Malfoy." Ginny looked a little less upset and a little more angry, as though she herself was
ready to punch someone.

"Oh, my God," Hermione couldn't hide the smile that crept across her lips. "What
happened?" She'd been waiting for Ron to beat the shit out of Malfoy for years now.

Ginny did not appear to be too pleased with the smile on Hermione's face. "I don't know
why you're so happy. It was all your fault," she told her bitterly.

Hermione was confused. Surely there was no way Ron had found out about her and
Malfoy. She looked at Ginny and raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

Colin sighed and shook his head slightly, as though to say not to put any worth into Ginny's
ramblings. "Don't worry about it, Hermione. Malfoy just said some smart-ass remark, and
Ron just lost his temper and punched him."

"What did he say?" Hermione was now talking directly to Colin.

Colin once again shook his head. "Trust me; you don't want to know."

He was probably right. She probably didn't want to know. "So, what? Did Ron just punch
him, or did they fight, or what?" She wanted to know all the details.

"Ron punched him right in the face, and his nose started gushing blood. I think he broke it,
actually," said Colin, the slightest trace of a smile on his lips as well. "And Malfoy just stood
there like an idiot, probably wondering where his bodyguards were."

"And I missed it!" Hermione wanted to kick herself. "So, what happened then?"

"Well, Professor McGonagall showed up and started blessing them both out for setting
bad examples. Then she sent Malfoy to the hospital wing and took Ron with her."

"Yeah," interjected Ginny suddenly. "And now Ron's going to be expelled, and Mum and
Dad are going to kill him! And it's all your fault!" She glared once more at Hermione before
she took off running down the corridors, tears in her eyes.

Colin looked at Hermione helplessly. "She's just upset."

"Ron won't be expelled," Hermione said urgently. "Dumbledore is the only one who can
do that, and there's no way he would expel Ron for bloodying that git's nose."

"I know," Colin said glancing after a disappearing Ginny. "Ginny's just emotional. You
know that."

She did know. She'd been friends with Ginny for years, and she'd spent enough nights
in her bedroom at the Burrow to know that Ginny was very much an emotional girl who
hated anything to go anyway except for the best. "Yeah, I know. Hey, do you know
where Harry is?"

Colin shook his head. "No, I haven't seen him since we were at the table. Sorry."

"That's okay," she smiled at him briefly. "Thanks for filling me in, Colin. I have to go,
though!" And with that, she took off in the direction of the dungeons. Maybe Harry had
already left for class.

Just as she was turning the corner that led to the stairs, she ran straight into another
human being. She started to mumble an apology, but when she saw whom she had
run into, she immediately flung her arms around his neck gleefully. "Ron!"

The tall figure in front of her stopped immediately and wrapped his own arms around
Hermione's waist, obviously shocked at her action. "Hey, Hermione," he said a little
uneasily.

She tightened her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "Did you really break
Malfoy's nose?!"

He laughed. "I don't know if I broke it, but it was definitely bleeding a lot."

She pulled away from him a bit, her arms still around his neck. "Damnit! I can't believe
I missed it!"

He grinned at her. "The whole Great Hall was full of cheers."

She beamed as she looked into his sky blue eyes. "I can't believe I didn't even get to
see it!"

"Well, that's why you shouldn't spend so much time in the damn library," he teased.
"You miss all the good stuff when your head's always stuck in a book."

She rolled her eyes. "You are the best, Ron. Beyond the best," she couldn't stop
beaming. "The best of the best!"

"Why, thank you, Miss Granger," he told her, pretending to be civilized. "I am quite
flattered."

Hermione laughed and leaned up to kiss him quickly on the cheek. "Thank you so
much for doing it!" She noticed that he was blushing, but she was too ecstatic to ponder
his reasons. "Just promise me that next time, you'll wait until I'm around."

He nodded, his cheeks still quite pink. "I promise."

"So, what happened with McGonagall?"

He laughed. "She took me to Dumbledore and left me there. And by the time
Dumbledore had stopped laughing at the memory of Malfoy with all this dark blood
oozing down his pale skin, he was too giddy to do anything except take five points
off of Gryffindor."

"Five points? That's it?" Hermione grinned. "You didn't even get detention?"

He shook his head. "Nope. Dumbledore knew Malfoy had it coming. He just said he
was glad he got to see it."

Hermione couldn't stop giggling. "Well, I'm sure the Gryffindors will be none too upset
about five missing points."

Ron shook his head, "Nah, it was well worth it."

"I'm sure! You'll probably get a party tonight in the Common Room!" He smiled at the
thought. "Ginny was really upset, though. She was positive you were going to get expelled,
and she was actually really mean to me."

Ron wrinkled his forehead. "Really? Why?"

Hermione shrugged. "I don't know. She said that this whole thing was my fault or
something. It wasn't, was it?"

He looked suddenly uncomfortable, but he shook his head. "No, Malfoy just has a big
mouth."

'A good mouth. And good lips. And a good tongue,' thought Hermione unconsciously
before she shook herself of the thought. "He's had it coming forever," she agreed.

He nodded. "So, we better get to Potions, right?"

"You go on, and I'll meet you there. I have to run back to the library because I forgot
something."

"You're going to be late for class," he pointed out.

Hermione, surprising even herself, shrugged. "Oh, well. Snape can get over it."

Ron grinned at her approvingly, obviously glad to see her breaking rules out of her
own free will. "Okay, see you in a few minutes."

She hugged him once again and then trotted back in the opposite direction. A smile
played on her lips the whole way to her destination.

This was going to be fun.

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Bloody Weasley. He'd get him back for this. Oh, he would make him pay desperately.

No one broke Draco Malfoy's nose and got away with it!

He now knew that he was going to derive unspeakable amounts of pleasure from seeing
the look on Weasley's face when he found out that Draco had fucked his precious little
Mudblood princess in a way Weasley couldn't even dream about. Not only that, but he'd
gotten the one thing Weasley wanted more than anything else in the world.

He'd gotten her virginity.

Ruined her, as Weasley would think. She was no longer sweet and innocent and pure.
Draco had made her exactly what Weasley had wanted to make her for years.

He'd made her a woman.

Weasley was going to be hurt beyond words. Draco laughed at the very real possibility
that Weasley would cry when he found out. Cry because of his poor little broken heart.
Cry because his best friend was keeping secrets from him.

Cry because that same best friend had given his worst enemy that which she would not
give him.

She had laid down for Draco with very little coaxing necessary, but she couldn't even see
what had been right in front of her face for years now. Weasley was bloody in love with
her. And she had no clue. She didn't think of him in that way, and Draco knew that this
realization was killing Weasley. No wonder he was too scared to admit his true feelings
to the little bitch; he knew his love was unrequited, and he was scared of rejection.

And what of Granger?

She was in love with no one as far as Draco could see. She certainly wasn't in love with
Draco; that was for sure.

And yet, she'd given him her virginity.

Given him what she would not give her best friend. Her best friend who worshipped her.
Her best friend who truly cared about her. Her best friend who loved her. Her best
friend who wanted to be with her for reasons other than personal sexual pleasure and
the prospect of beating her on the N.E.W.T. exams.

Her best friend who would never, in a million years, even think of hurting her.

And she had bypassed all of that for a night of passion with the forbidden enemy.
Draco smiled. Yes, he was definitely one-up on Weasley, and that was all he needed
to be. Because that one-up was the exact thing that would destroy Weasley.

The desolate bastard should have known better than to ever mess with a Malfoy.
Draco was going to fuck him up now. He was going to hurt him in ways that no decent
man should ever derive joy from; Draco Malfoy had never claimed himself to be a
decent man, though. He was going to enjoy every last second of it.

Of course, he had known that sooner or later Weasley was going to snap and punch
him; he just didn't expect it to be so soon. Draco had not physically fought with any of
the Almighty Trio since his very first year. He and Weasley had gotten into a fight at a
Quidditch match, and Draco had gotten his ass kicked then as well. He'd been able to
at least fight back, though. Other than that, he'd managed to steer clear of their punches;
unless, of course, the time during third year when Granger had slapped him was to be
counted. He hadn't hit her back, obviously. In fact, he shuddered to think what Weasley
would have done if he had laid a finger on her at all.

But he'd laid a finger on her now. A finger and much, much more. He'd laid his finger on
every inch of her wonderfully naked body.

He was sure that sometime or another Weasley had managed to glimpse the bitch without
her clothes on. They had, after all, been best friends for seven years. It had probably been
a huge accident that resulted in many not-so-honest apologies from Weasley.

But Draco was sure that Weasley had never seen her the way he had. Naked and wet
and screaming in pleasure. But oh, a smile covered Draco's face, Weasley would see her
that way soon enough... Yes, only he'd be seeing Draco on top of her instead of himself.
He'd see Draco be the one to make her so wet, and he'd see Draco be the one to make
her scream.

Because Draco had what Weasley would never have. One Hermione Granger.

Almost as if on cue, the door to the infirmary burst open, and in walked the
aforementioned female. She was smiling broadly, an extremely satisfied look
covering her face.

"So, is it broken?" she asked almost gleefully.

Draco turned his head to glare at her. "Yes, as a matter of fact, it is. You should tell your
boyfriend to watch where he lands his fists if he doesn't want to deal with the consequences."

Granger rolled her eyes before taking it upon herself to sit her ass into one of the chairs
across from the bed where Draco was sitting. "I'm sure that would frighten him," she said
rather sarcastically. "You wouldn't have a chance in hell during a fight with him."

"I wasn't talking about a fight, you stupid twit." His eyes bore dangerously into her own.
"He should know better than to fuck with a Malfoy. I would think his father would have
taught him that by now."

Always quick with a comeback, though, Granger stared back at him just as intently. "And
I would think that your father would have taught you not to fraternize with a Gryffindor
Mudblood in such ways as you have."

Draco's eyes flashed angrily.

But she continued before he even got the chance to reply. "What would Daddy Lucius
say if he were to find out that you tainted yourself enough to not only fraternize with me
but to sleep with me as well? Why, he'd probably kill you, wouldn't he?"

Draco glared at her. "Don't talk about topics you don't know anything about!" he warned
her furiously. "My father is none of your concern, Bitch."

Granger didn't appear frightened by his warning at all, much to his dismay. "Ouch,
sensitive subject, I see." She was so bloody infuriating!

"Well, what of your parents, Granger?" he asked her haughtily. "What would they
say if they knew you were engaging in meaningless sex with the most dangerous male
in the entire school?"

She shrugged. "My parents aren't stupid. They know I'm not the angel that everyone
here seems to think I am."

Draco laughed at her words. "Yes, I'm sure they realized you were just a whore-in-waiting
the moment you decided to hike your skirts up and prance around showing off everything
God gave you."

"Don't call me a whore," she said, glaring daggers at him.

"Well, what should I call you then? What is a person who engages in the dirtiest kind of
sex with their worst enemy called?" He raised his eyebrows questioningly at her.

"Perhaps they are called Draco Malfoy," she shot back without missing a beat.

He frowned slightly. He had to admit that she had him there. "What the hell are you doing
here anyway? How did you even get in?"

She smirked, obviously pleased that he could not come up with a response to her last
remark. "I came here to see you at your lowest, obviously. And I got in because I told
Madame Pomfrey I was trying to get the real story of the fight, so that I could report it
to the Headmaster. Being Head Girl gets you a long way," she said proudly.

Draco scowled. He hated her so much. "Well, now that you have seen me at my 'lowest,'
kindly take your prissy ass back to class where it belongs."

"Don't tell me where my ass belongs," she said calmly.

He smiled, slowly realizing how to get the bitch back for her inopportune visit. "You
didn't seem to mind me controlling where your ass was last night, now did you?"

He was pleased to see Granger blush a bit. However, she was obviously not too keen
on allowing him the pleasure of seeing her get embarrassed. "No, I suppose I didn't.
You didn't seem to mind it, either, though." Her eyebrows were raised defiantly.

"No, I suppose I didn't," he admitted, quoting her. "In fact, I'd be rather pleased if you
were to agree to a continuance of our little episode. Pick up where we left off?" he
asked her openly.

The red in her cheeks once again rose, but she smiled slightly nonetheless. "Well, I
can't say I have any objections."

"Good," he smirked at her. "I was afraid you wouldn't be able to handle it again."

She rolled her eyes nonchalantly. "Oh, I can handle it. The main question is whether
or not too much strenuous activity might cause you to bump your little nose and break
it all over again." She feigned concern.

"My nose is fine, thank you," he told her huffily. "That Pomfrey cow gave me a horrible
tasting potion to fix the bone. It's just a bit swollen."

"Yes, a bit," she said, obviously trying to conceal a snicker.

He didn't even grace her with a comment. "What happened to Weasley anyway? I
daresay he didn't get into too much trouble. God knows the staff at this school doesn't
want to do anything to upset Potter in any way." He shuddered for dramatic effect.
"Oh, the horror."

Granger rolled her eyes. "I'll ignore that," she said indignantly. "But in answer to your
question, five points were taken from Gryffindor."

Draco snorted. He wasn't surprised in the least that Weasley had gotten off scotch-free.
If anything were fair at this school, all three members of Gryffindor Glory Troupe would
have been expelled years before. There was no one else in the entire school that broke
more rules than the three of them, and yet, oddly enough, there were no three people
more admired. "Oh, I'm shocked," he said quite sarcastically.

Granger smirked as she stood up. "Well, I'm afraid I must return to class now. Snape
will probably take five-hundred points from Gryffindor if I'm late. We can't afford that
with all the points taken from Ron." She was bragging because she knew everything
was unfair. Oh, he'd show her just how unfair things could get.

"Well, I can't say I'm terribly upset at the prospect of you leaving," he told her, his voice
once again laced heavily with sarcasm. "I do enjoy your company so."

She just rolled her eyes before prissing her way toward the door. "Good-bye, Malfoy.
I'll see you tonight."

Goddamn bitch. She was so fucking full of herself.

Well, he'd just have to bring her down a notch or two, now wouldn't he?
 
 
 

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