**DISCLAIMER** I do not own any of the characters in Harry Potter, nor Hogwarts, etc etc. I only own the plot.

Hate's Sweet Seduction

by Kiara5542
 
 

Chapter 2
Malfoy and a Mudblood? Never...Right?
 

Draco Malfoy groaned as he stepped through the barrier onto Platform 9 and 3/4 and looked around
him. As usual, it was noisy and crowded - two things that he hated. Being crammed in there with all
those other people - who knew how many mudbloods were standing close to him. Him, a Malfoy! He
frowned and looked behind him for Crabbe and Goyle. They'd probably bounced off of the barrier on
the first try, he thought to himself. Lord knows they were slow enough. Yes, you were supposed to
ease through the barrier, but that didn't mean you had to go at a turtle's pace. The two finally appeared,
muttering something about dumb Muggles looking at them. Draco rolled his eyes. They were probably
looking at you because of your stupidity, he thought to himself.

The three of them continued looking around the platform, letting the house elves that had come
through with them scamper about, pulling their trunks onto the train. Draco didn't believe in doing any
more work than possible, and since his father had sent the elves through with him, why shouldn't he
make use of them? One of the elves, particularily tiny and dressed in ragged clothes that were far to big
for her, tugged in vain at one of the trunks, her little face screwed up with this effort. Draco watched in
amusement. Granger would flip if she saw this, he idly thought to himself, smirking as he remembered
her feeble attempts to free the Hogwarts elves when they had been in 4th year. Stupid Mudblood, he
thought, shaking his head.

"Hey Draco," Crabbe said.

"What?" Draco snapped, without even bothering to look at the other boy, instead preferring to
continue watching the small house elf, who was now muttering to herself feverishly.

"Longbottom's lost that toad of his again, wanna go squish it?"

Draco paused for a moment before slowly looking over at Crabbe. Goyle was standing right
beside him, and both of them had pathetically eager looks on their dim faces.

"I bet it'd be fun to step on," Goyle said, a look of glee and anticipation on his face.

Draco shook his head in disgust. "It escapes me how the two of you have made it this far," he said,
glaring at the two of them. "You have wands and magic, why the hell would you want to STEP on
Longbottom's toad? Can't you think of anything more inventive?"

The blank looks that they had assured him that no, they could not. He gave a sigh of frustration,
and turned his head to see if he could spot the bumbling Gryffindor student. He scanned the crowd
impatiently, finally catching sight of the other boy standing with his grandmother. He spotted the
object of the Crabbe and Goyle's excitement in Longbottom's hands and was about to turn and
point this out to the two, when something caught his attention. Out of the corner of his eye he had
seen something unusual... He looked in that direction, ignoring Crabbe and Goyle, who had now
realized that Neville had his toad back and were asking him to think of something to do for them.

He at once spotted the Weasleys - it wasn't easy to miss the six of them, what with their flaming
red hair. They were clustered around someone who he couldn't quite see, all of them chattering
excitedly. Potter, no doubt, he thought to himself with disgust. He continued watching idly, curious
to see if his nemesis had changed much over thesummer. He arched his brow as he saw Ron
Weasley envelop the person in a hug. Were the two keeping something fromeveryone else? He
chuckled to himself. How great would that be, he thought. Harry Potter, everyone's pet, "The Boy
Who Lived" - gay? Priceless. Then Ron stepped back and for the first time Draco could see who
had the Weasleys had greeted so enthusiastically, and his eyes widened with surprise.

It can't be! He thought. But who else would be pushing a cart full of so many textbooks? It must
be Hermione Granger, the very Mudblood that had caused him so many problems the previous four
years. But he didn't remember Granger looking like this - like she had just stepped off the cover of
one of those magazines that the muggles liked to read so much. She hadn't yet put on her school
robes, and from the positon that Draco was in, he could see her clearly. She was wearing the same
skirt that all the girls in Hogwarts wore, but underneath the skirt stretched a pair of slim legs that
seemed to go on for miles. As he let his gaze move upwards, he saw that she seemed to have
developed curves in all the right places over the summer. Her hair was sleek and shiny, falling about
her face in flattering waves, not big and bushy as he remembered. She smiled at something that Ron
said to her, and he saw that her teeth, which he remembered as being overly large for her rather
petite face, appeared to be quite normal, although very white.

Get a grip, Malfoy, Draco thought to himself, coming out of it with a snap. What was he doing,
staring at Granger? Sure, she might actually pass as a female now, but that didn't mean that she
warranted staring at. His teeth ground as he remembered the times that she had humiliated him -
the time she had slapped him, or the numerous times that she had proved that she knew much more
about certain areas of magic than he, a pureblood and a Malfoy, would probably ever know. He
hated her with a passion, and that hadn't changed.

So why was he imagining just what might lie beneath that white blouse of hers? Or what those long
legs of hers would be leading to? He grimaced as he caught himself doing it again. He used a small
first year student passing nearby as a distraction, sticking out his foot skillfully, just in time to send
the much smaller boy plummeting to the floor. He chuckled to himself, and beside him Crabbe and
Goyle also broke into laughter, enjoying the look on the boy's face. A girl who must be his sister
came hurrying over to help the object of their amusement up, darting an angry glance at Draco as
she did so. Draco just laughed harder.

The prickle on the back of his neck told him that someone was watching him, and he looked up to
see none other than Granger herself staring at him as she walked away with the Weasley family. She
looked quite disgusted, no doubt because of his treatment of the younger student. For a moment he
let himself enjoy the sight of the way she moved beneath that short skirt of hers, then allowed their
gazes to meet. Just to throw the Mudblood, he smiled lazily at her, then winked, and was rewarded
when she flushed. Throwing him an indignant look, she turned away, tossing her hair as he did so.

Well well, Draco thought to himself. It looked as though the year wasn't going to be as boring as he
thought. At least he'd have the satisfaction of staring at her through Potions class. In fact, he thought
with a broad grin, that would probably make her angrier than anything he could ever say or do could.
Hermione Granger was NOT the type of girl to enjoyed being leered at. He chuckled to himself.

Yes indeed - it looked like this year was going to be verrrrry interesting.
 
 
 

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