by kat aka WD
 
 

Chapter 1
 

I didn’t sleep at all that night, my mind was still on Draco. I would have, no, I should have brought
him in. But, then again, with the amount of noise we were making, we would have woken up the entire
tower.  I still can’t believe this is happening to me.  I have always loved being number 1 in the class,
the bookworm that you can’t drag out of the library, I still am, I suppose… but at night I turn into this
violent, dark woman that sleeps with her worst enemy.  I never want Harry and Ron to find out. They
are the only ones I can rely on, excluding Malfoy. But Malfoy, as wonderful and as sweet as he is, isn’t
a Gryffindor. Harry and Ron are the ones that can act like total idiots and you can still love them. I love
all of them, but one more than the rest.

I have never told Malfoy I love him, and he’s never admitted it to me either, but I know he does. The
way he looks at me, the look in his eyes when we’re…well… his eyes are just full of love, the eyes
that I used to think could only hold hatred.  The teachers all think this is some kind of casual fling, no
emotions, just sex.  If it wasn’t me in this situation, I would think the same. But it isn’t. If anyone did
happen to catch us, they would think I’d turned evil, that I was worse than before.  But they’d be
wrong. Ever since the beginning of this “training”, ever since I really met Draco, the wizard behind the
smirk, I think my life took a turn in a better direction.

Okay, so I’d lost my virginity and was introduced to my sexuality, but people should go around acting
as if the greatest scholars and philosophers were virgins.  But Draco introduced me to class, customs
and taught me to be a witch.  I mean, I could perform spells before, but that wasn’t all there is in being
a witch.  There is more in life than what’s hidden in black ink on a piece of parchment.

I suppose I’m crazy. Draco’s crazy, Dumbledore’s crazy. This entire situation is crazy. I was I brought
to this impossible situation.  For me to fall in love with anyone was an impossible situation, but Malfoy,
son of a death eater, pure-blooded, heir to the largest collection of muggle torture instruments on this
planet.  I used to be a very volatile person.  Cried easily and Neville could have been able to make me
cry.  I masked my weakness with intelligence, swallowing up my life with my studies.

Harry never found out. Ron never found out. But Draco saw it in me the moment he met me. Yet I was
unable to see the same thing in him.  I suppose that’s why he was always intimidated by me.

Yes believe it or not, Draco is weak. That’s why we get on so well, I suppose.  We’ve both had all the
types of a abuse at home.  Physical, Mental and sexual.

Alright, so we were both never deprived of our virginity, but if your uncle’s hands were all over your
body at the age of six, that is sexual abuse.  Draco got the same kind of thing from his aunt who was
sent to Azkaban on his 10th birthday for kidnapping a few muggle boys and keeping them in her
basement, imprisoned.  Draco told me what happened to those boys, I was in tears by the end of the
story.  I am just so happy that he didn’t go through that.

Both of our parents beat us, and mental abuse was common in both of our households. I was always
told I would never amount to a thing, and I’d get a beating if I did.  It would take the spotlight off of
my older brother, the cocky little asshole.  Whereas Draco got the opposite.  If he didn’t amount to
something bigger than life, he’d be beaten.

My alarm went off suddenly waking up all my roommates. I switched back onto my congenial self.
Talking animatedly to all my friends all we changed into our own normal cltohes, since today was a
Saturday. It’s funny how my style of clothing changes so darastically during the day. Night a Malfoy,
by day a Granger. I was the only non-virgin in the school.

Well, except Draco.

But he even told me that his fellow Slytherins were virgins as well, surprisingly enough.

I was in a school full of innocent children, and one of the only reasons I took this battle training was
to keep these children innocent.

We all walked down in our typical school girl clothing.  Talking about who’s angry at eachother right
now and whether we’re staying for the Christmas holidays, a month away.  Just the general junk. I
brought be back into the world where it doesn’t matter when a Death Eater might attack, but all you
can think about is how long your Potions essay is.

I heard familiar footsteps coming down the hall.  Ron looked like his usual sleepy self, but Harry…

He looked like the Dark Lord himself.

At that moment, I knew I was for the first time in real danger…
 
 
 

A/N:  Next chapter I think will be the “fight” and then a Draco chappie.  How will Herm bribe her way out
of Harry’s solid facts or will she confess???
 

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