Love to Hate You ::Closed::

[princesssexci]

Love to Hate You-A Harry Potter Romance
Closed to AnonymusWriter and Princess Sexci​

Hermione Granger rushed to the train station, though she was ten minutes later than usual for her 8th and final year at Hogwarts, she was still twenty minutes early.

She climbed on the train, her wand tucked in her suit jacket. Most of the train carts were full, except one where the slytherins normally sat.

Hermione contemplates on whether or not to sit there. She wasn't sure if HE was in that compartment.

It didn't really matter though since more students were coming and Granger needed a seat. She took a deep breath and walked into the train cart.

The silver-blonde haired man whom had detested her since her first year. Draco Malfoy. She had hoped that he had grown since then, not by looks because he had done that, but in personality as well.

"Malfoy." the greeting was stiff and unwelcome as she took a seat across from him, never next to him. Quietly she pulled out a book hoping he wouldn't attempt to talk to her.

 

[AnonymousWryter]

Malfoy had arrived uncharacteristically early for his final ride on this stupid train. He was back from his long year, wayward on the orders of the Dark Lord looking to finish his education in what would be an unprecedented 8th year... At first he had wanted to just avoid the whole process, change his face, his name and just dissapear. But then he had seen the fun he could have, and no matter what he did he would not outrun his past. So here he sat, in a definitely Slytherin compartment, alone with Crabbe dead and Goyle in hiding.

He was staring thoughtfully out the window when he heard the door slide open. Looking up he was confronted with the dark brown curls of Hermione Granger. Surprise registered long before anything else. He watched her incredulously as she sat opposite him with little more then a "Malfoy."

After the shock had subsided he blatantly stared, curiousity and malicious amusement written all over his face.

"Granger." He said, mocking her formal tone to near perfection. He waited for a brief moment, expecting Potter and Weasely to walk in any moment and the ridicule to begin. But noone else followed. "What a pleasant surprise," his tone was a drawl, dripping sarcasm. "I do so hope Potter and Weasely hurry up, or our little tea party will be ruined."

 

[princesssexci]

Hermione was enjoying her book, enjoying the silence and felt rather thankful that Malfoy hadn't said a word. But of course, all good things come to an end because 2 minutes later she heard that annoying voice of his.

*"What a pleasant surprise,"*

She rolled her eyes at his sarcasm but still focused on the book she was reading, Vampires: Myth or Reality By James Hennesy. It was a muggle book, of course.

*"I do so hope Potter and Weasely hurry up, or our little tea party will be ruined."

At this comment, Hermione looked up. For a moment she just stared at the pureblood. It was literally one moment, a minute to be precise, before turning her attention back to her book.

" And if Crabbe and Goyle join us it'll be a festival wouldn't it?" her sarcasm matched his, except her tone was more saccharine sweet mixed with sarcasm but it was still there. "Now please do be quiet. I'm trying to read."

Where were his goons anyways? Weren't all three of them attached to the hip or something? Oh, who cares? The less slytherin, the better. After all, Draco was annoying enough.

 

[AnonymousWryter]

Draco met her gaze evenly for the better part of a minute while she conjured up a response. At last she replied.
"And if Crabbe and Goyle join us it'll be a festival wouldn't it?" Malfoy didn't rise to the bait, instead waiting for her "Now please do be quiet. I'm trying to read."

"Sadly Miss Granger, Crabbe is dead and Goyle is in the deepest darkest hole he could find a long way from the Ministry." He smiled wistfully. "If only Potter and Weasely would join them respectively." He chuckled arrogantly to himself.

However curiousity had caught the grips of his mind, of all the compartments on the train she had chosen this one. Of all the people she could have shared with, of all the random students she could of sat with in relative anonymity, she picked this one. There was no way he would let her rest until he knew why, and there was no way he would sit idly until her reinforcements showed up.

"Come now Granger, don't be anti-social," his tone was a charismatic drawl, ridicule clung to the edges of his statement, "you've read the book before, i can see the crease in the spine." He was not wrong, though he didn't discount the book was second hand considering her status. "Are you seriously meaning to tell me you cannot find the hero and his bumbling sidekick..."

 

[princesssexci]

"Sadly Miss Granger, Crabbe is dead and Goyle is in the deepest darkest hole he could find a long way from the Ministry."*

"Im terribly sorry." she said sincerely glancing up from the book.

"If only Potter and Weasely would join them respectively." He chuckled arrogantly to himself.

Her grip tightened on the book she was currently reading. Why couldn't he just shut up? Why couldn't he bug off? She hadn't pursued a conversation with him.

She decided to ignore him. It always seemed to work in the past. But Merlin mustve been punishing her for something because Malfoy wouldn't shut up.

"Come now Granger, don't be anti-social," his tone was a charismatic drawl, ridicule clung to the edges of his statement, "you've read the book before, i can see the crease in the spine."

She opened her mouth to say it was used then decided against it. She didn't need any further ridicule from him.

Sighing, Hermione looked up at Draco and quirked an eyebrow silently asking him what he wanted.

. "Are you seriously meaning to tell me you cannot find the hero and his bumbling sidekick..."

"First of all, Ron doesn't bumble, much and Harry is more than a hero he is my friend!" Hermione snapped.," Furthermore, if you must know all the other compartments were full. It was either this or stand, though standing might have been the better choice." She emphasized better, harshly.

 

[AnonymousWryter]

Draco was almost taken aback, she so very rarely rose to the bait, instead more often then not chosing to ignore him. Today however she was fired up. A few random strands of her hair had fallen over her face as she replied, the long brown curls running past her vivid green eyes. His eyes had no choice but to trace them down over her chest, which was heaving ever so slightly as her breath quickened due to anger. Like a natural response his eyes trailed further down, taking in her previously unnoticed long legs.

Finally Draco caught himself, blinking a few times and quickly looking away out the window, he scolded himself for even thinking his current thoughts. She was a mud-blood, a witch of inferior class, not to mention a friend to Potter and the blood-traitor Weasely.

"Furthermore, if you must know all the other compartments were full. It was either this or stand, though standing might have been the better choice."

Draco had to reply now to keep his edge, but he was flustered. Now that he had noticed his eyes naturally dropped to her breasts.
"Y-yes well..." he started, his train of thought still completely lost. He mentally shook himself and put back in place his smirk, calmly he ran his fingers through his blonde hair, "maybe you should have Granger." The retort was weak, and the last thing he wanted was for her to see him unsettled.
"I feel like the air in here is tainted." He hadn't meant to be so harsh, it was a knee jerk reaction to being thrown off-balance.

 

[princesssexci]

"Y-yes well..." he started, his train of thought still completely lost. He mentally shook himself and put back in place his smirk, calmly he ran his fingers through his blonde hair, "maybe you should have Granger."

Hermione rolled her eyes. That was so weak and had he been staring, at her breasts?! How disgusting! Although she had to admit, that even Draco looked good with his slick silver blonde hair geled back.*

It also seemed like he had gotten more muscular. Not that it helped his personality much, she silently added to herself.

"I feel like the air in here is tainted."

This time, Hermione chose to ignore his comments because he seemed to get off on pissing her off. She raised the book and continued reading silently.*

That should piss him off, after all no one ignored Draco Malfoy, especially a 'mudblood'.

She grinned at that and felt very thankful that the book hid that smug grin of hers.

Then, without warning... again as if Merlin were against her, the train came to a sudden stop causing Hermione to fall on top of Malfoy.

It was q very awkward position.
Her skirt was slightly raised showing off more leg then intended and her firm medium sized breasts were pressed against his chiseled chest. The fact that he had gotten more muscular confirmed by... this position.

For a moment, Hermione was speechless. *

 

[AnonymousWryter]

Draco almost lost his cool when she ignored him, the self-satisfied smile on her face just doing more to piss him off. He was right about to say something when the train brakes engaged, with no warning or clue. Draco slammed back into his seat, but the hapless Granger, who had been busy smugly reading her book, was not at all prepared for the stop. With no way to brace herself she flew across the small train comparment.

Draco rubbed the back of his head where it had slammed into the wall, his senses slightly dulled from the impact. Looking down he caught sight of Hermione's skirt hiked well up from the landing, and his eyes lingered a long time on her exposed thighs. He then became aware of her breasts pressed against his chest, the sensation alarmingly pleasing.

At last he turned his head so that he faced forward, only to drastically realise the proximity of Granger's face. This close he felt her breath on his face, and the soft delicacy of her lips was tantalizingly close. She finally stirred as the train came to a complete stop. However the small moan she let escape due to her discomfort caused an embarassing twitch in Draco's crotch.

 

[princesssexci]

A very very awkward position Hermuone Granger was in. She moaned softly from the impact of the fall. or at least that's what she told herself. If she had been in a compartment with Harry or Ron, they wouldve made some sort of joke or say something rather witty.

Not Malfoy.

She could also feel his warm breath on her lips. Hermione swallowed hard and then froze at the feel of his...... manhood twitching.

Dear Merlin, was he aroused? Leave it to Malfoy...

Though she had to admit, he was rather handsome and for a moment, she let her mind wander to how it would feel to have his arms wrapped around her, shirtless, all prejudices cast as-

"Sorry for the sudden stop, we are at a werewolf crossing."

And then the moment was gone. Hermuone glared at Malfoy, before struggling to get up only then did she realize she had to actually touch him more than she was already.

Placing her hands on his bulging muscles, she pushed herself up and returned to the world of books where everything made sense.

 

[AnonymousWryter]

"Sorry for the sudden stop, we are at a werewolf crossing."

The announcement over the magical PA system killed the moment, and Draco couldn't decide whether he was relieved or dissapointed. Placing her hands on his chest, Draco let her push herself off him, not daring himself to let his hands wander over that body of hers.

Immediately Hermione fell into her books again, with the same improportionate enthusiasm Draco had for studying the outside world through the window.

Not even daring to continue in his provocation of the girl, Draco acted as if she no longer existed, these crazy thoughts in his head not at all to his Pure-blood-minded liking. Silently he wished the stupid train would go faster so he could avoid her in the many corridors of Hogwarts.

 

[princesssexci]

Hermione for once was not actually reading her book, just flipping through the pages absent mindedly. Once in awhile she would glance up at Malfoy who was staring blankly out the window. If he looked at her, she would quickly resume her 'reading'.

Finally a few hours and three chocolate frogs later, they arrived at Hogwarts. Hermione stepped out of the compartment quickly upon noticing Harry and Ron.

She rushed to their side as she normally did.

"Bloody hell Mione, you look ummm... well what I mean to say is..." Ron stammered

Hermione smiled, "Thank you Ronald. You look well yourself."

They had been broken up for about a year but Hermione knew he still had feelings for her.

"Were you in a compartment with Malfoy?"

"Each one was packed Harry, I had no choice. Moving on, who do you think will get head girl?"

 

[AnonymousWryter]

Malfoy couldn't help glance across at her occasionally, though sometimes she'd look up from her book and they'd both hurriedly look away. He scolded himself silently, this is childish! But he couldn't help himself.

When finally the train screeched to a much more predictable halt, Malfoy let Granger go first, waiting a few moments before leaving after her. The familiar feeling of Hogwarts corridors was lost on Draco at first, but with Granger's presence gone he eventually felt normal again. He met up with his fellow Slytherines and walked with them, immediately feeling the loss of many of his companions to hiding or Azkahban. In his discontenment at this new group, he surveyed the growing crowd, and after spying Potter and Weasley in the crowd, promptly ignored any looks from them as Hermione joined with them.

Sitting boredly through the opening feast, Draco payed no attention to whatever bumbling fool they had replace Dumbledore, and was one of the first out the door of the dining hall. Glad to be at last officially started his final year of Hogwarts, he set off alone, wandering the dark halls of the school aimlessly, paying little attention to where he went..

 

[princesssexci]

"And now the moment you've all Bern waiting for.." the new headmaster yet old teacher Snape said, " announcing head boy and girl for this term." An owl flew him the letter just as Draco stood up to leave, actually as he left.

"Our head girl for this term is..." Snape looked at the paper "surprise, surprise.. Miss Hermione Granger."

All of the gryffindors cheered and clapped as Hermione stood up smiling.

"And our head boy is none other than...."

Please dont say Malfoy, please don't say Malfoy

"Draco Malfoy."

Damn it! Hermione thought."Head boy and girl are to meet in the Prefects room.... NOW!"

Hermione groaned, and just when things were going well for get, she would have to work with.., him.

And to make matters worse, he had already left!

"Goodluck Mione." Harry and Ron whispered as she left.

So far, her last year sucked!

 

[AnonymousWryter]

Draco had wandered aimlessly, his meanderings bringing him to a part of the castle he recognised was not far from the prefects rooms. Draco was completely lost in thought as he rounded the corner and it should have come to no surprise then when he ran straight into a person coming the other way.

In instinct Draco reeled backwards, losing his footing on the stone floor. Their was a sudden woosh of air from his lungs as the person he had hit fell on top of him. The back of his head smacked stone, and his eyes swam painfully. Finally after a brief moment they refocused, only to realisation Draco was yet again face to face with Hermione Granger. This time though his hands were definitely places they shouldn't be, and his leg had somehow ended up caught awkwardly between her thighs.

This sudden awareness of their positions made Draco freeze, like a deer caught in the headlights of confusion and lust. Somehow she had made it on top of him and her surprising light weight was unmovable until she did so herself. Instead all he could was wait and try to ignore the feelings of her breasts on his chest, and the umistakably firm smooth sensation of her inner thighs on his knee...

 

[princesssexci]

Hermione wasn't sure how it had happened, again but She was on top of Draco Malfoy.... AGAIN! It was like the whole wizard world was against her or something. If this kept happening he would think she was..... attracted to him. Oh bloody hell! She struggled to get up from the even more awkward position than she had been in that morning.*

Especially since his hands were on her bum! And his leg had somehow managed to push her own apart.*

This had to be some sort of conspiracy or something.

"Do you mind letting go of me, Malfoy?!" Hermione attempted to snap but it came out a breathy whisper. There faces were once again inches apart from one another. She could feel his warm breath lightly caress her lips.

 

[AnonymousWryter]

After what seemed like an eternity stuck in this awkward limbo, Hermione made to get off him, but to his own disgust and shock it was his hands on her ass that kept her from leaving.

"Do you mind letting go of me, Malfoy?!"

Her tone should have been sharp, a snapping rebuke for things going too far. Instead what escaped was a breathy whisper, her lips moving just enough for Draco to feel the sensation across his face.

His immediate reaction should have been to move his hands, just as she should have scolded him. But things weren't going as they were meant to, and for one incredibally long moment.. Draco hesitated. The indecision that shouldn't have been there played openly across his face. He desperately hoped she somehow missed it.

At last his senses, reeling from the overpowering closeness of her presence and cloying sweetness of her perfume, slammed back into place, and his hands ungratefully moved from her ass. SHE was no unrestrained, but Draco, pinned by her body, had no choice but to watch and wait for her next move...

 

[princesssexci]

And what seemed like an eternity for Hermione, which it probably was. After all, was that indecision she had just seen cross his face? No, it had to be her imagination! The great Draco Malfoy, unable to make up his mind?

What rubbish!

Hermione pushed herself up so that now, she was straddling Draco. Because it wasn't enough to be laying on top of him, like lover. She thought cynically before getting up.

Hermione brushed it off as though nothing had happened.

"So since were both head boy and girl.. I suppose we'll have to...." there was a long, extremely long pause before she added," get along.. or pretend we are for the sake of the first years. Do we have a deal, Malfoy?"

She turned to look at the blonde haired man.

 

[AnonymousWryter]

Draco watched as she went from lying down to Straddling him, and he looked promptly away. When she was on her feet again, Draco made his way slowly to his, he didn't yet trust his sense of balance, and his head was still hurting fiercely.

Her complete lack of reaction to what had just transpired annoyed Draco, mostly annoyance at himself for letting it happen, and he had no trouble in letting that annoyance show.

"Headboy? Headgirl? Get along?!" Draco was thoroughly confused, the fog in his head not at all helping the situation, and he immediately regretted leaving dinner so early.
"What are you talking about Granger!" His drawl had been replaced by a waspish tone, and at last distaste had returned to his voice.

 

[princesssexci]

Ahh, there was the Draco Malfoy she loved to hate. His instaneous annoyance *was refreshing, and made her feel as though there wasn't any sort of odd tension that had absolutely nothing to do with anger.

Hermione sighed, " Snape announced us head boy and girl. Did you not get your head boy letter? He also said we need to go to our new rooms in the prefects area."

She paused and then continued," I assumed that since we will probably have to work together it would be in our best interest to get along around other students.. a partial truce, if you will.."

 

[AnonymousWryter]

"Of course I got my letter!" Draco snapped, his patience was so very thin. "Unlike some i wasn't couped up with some filthy muggles completely out of touch with the wizarding world." He didn't care how much truth there was in stab at her, he was just going to town.
"And i was just heading to my room, Granger, before you ran into me," His lie was outrageous, he was in fact going the wrong way, but he didn't care, he wanted to contradict everything she said.

Walking very close up to her face, this time nothing to do with lust and everything to do with intimidation, he spoke in a tone that was dark and menacing.
"And I'd rather have a truce with the the wrong end of slugworm," he paused, savouring the affect his next word woul have, "mudblood!" He spat the last word with as much venom as he could manage, every single ounce of frustration and anger going with it.

 

[princesssexci]

Her eyes narrowed at the pureblood. Ugh, had she seriously happy that he was being rude to het, yet again. True, she started ignoring him when he called her mudblood after the first..... four years of Hogwarts but it still hurt.

She had that urge to punch Draco in the stomach. That was pointless though and violence never solved anything.

"You mustve gotten lost then, Malfoy. The Prefects way is that way.." she pointed in the direction she had Bern walking. "And, I'd rather get an F than befriend you let alone have a truce."

Without another word, she started towards the Prefects room, where Snape told her the password. it was her last name.*

Simple really.

Ugh working with Malfoy, the worst year ever! Hermione thought as she started to unpack her things.

 

[AnonymousWryter]

Draco watched infuriated as she left. With an uncharacteristic display of fury Draco whipped out his wand and flung a curse at the wall, doing little to both the wall and his temper.

Determined to calm himself down he smoothed his now disturbed hair back into place and took a deep breath. Like a mask, he replaced his confident sneer and turned and walked towards the prefect's rooms.

Once in sight of Snape, Draco thoroughly enjoyed seeing his favourite proffessor turned Headmaster.
"Proffessor," he said as he came into view, "sorry i'm late," he drawled, "Granger held me up." The lie had little in the way of reaction, except for a knowing and distasteful look.
"Very good Draco," Snape said, his long drawn out tones familiar, "Your password is as always your last name," And Snape turned and spoke "malfoy", upon where the painting glided open. "Your bags are already in there, along with Ms Granger." Snape nodded commiseratingly to Draco, "Good luck." he finished and swept back towards the main hall.

Draco stared rather glumly into the portrait before setting his posture and walking arrogantly in. He did indeed find his trunk in the room, and set about emptying it into his drawers using nought but wandwork.

 

[princesssexci]

Hermione pulled out her wand and set it on a desk. she could hear the sounds of magic coming from Malfoys room and shook her head. How could someone so.... lazy get the role of headboy. Oh, yes that's right his father was Lucious Malfoy, that's why.

He didn't have to work for his honor, she thought bitterly.

"Miss Granger!"*

Hermione jumped, dropping her hand full of books and squealing. It was Snape. Honestly, it was like slytherins got off on making her life miserable.

"Yes, headmaster Snape."

"I know this is your last year and you get some kind of sick joy in side tracking Mister Malfoy but I suggest you stop."

Hermione opened her mouth to defend herself but Snape cut her off.

"10 points from the gryffindors.. for readying yourself to back talk miss granger. Not a good start!" with a sharp turn he was gone. As soon as she heard the door shut she screamed.

Oh this was war!

 

[AnonymousWryter]

Draco heard Granger squeal, and he moved to the door of her room due to curiousity, not worry. The scene he faced was one he could never have dreamed of, but enjoyed IMMENSELY.

All he could see from his position was the back of Snapes greasy hair and dark robes, as he told Hermione off and even removed points from her house. He was grinning maniacly, struggling desperately to hold back waves of laughter.

As Snape turned around though, he was the picture of commiseration, even beginning to offer a defense for her,
"Come now Proffessor, she didn't mean to hold me up, and i'm sure-" he was cut halfway off by the Headmaster.

"Your compassion is refreshing Draco, but she broke the rules," Snape glanced back at her and then back at Draco, "Her punishment was UNavoidable." Draco nodded sadly, as if he wished it had occurred some other way.

Draco then waited patiently in Hermione's doorway for the painting to slide shut, after the resounding click of it closing he couldn't contain his amusement any more. His first peals of laughter were covered by Granger's scream of frustration, but nothing could stop the second wave of mirth. He struggled to contain himself, even holding the wall for support. His laughter boomed down the corridor, loud and obnoxious, and he could see Granger desperately trying to restrain herself through his bleary eyes.

 

[princesssexci]

His laughter did nothing to calm Hermione down. Not that he was intending to. Again she was angered at the fact that lazy, good for nothing, egocentric Draco Malfoy was head boy.

Neville wouldve been a better choice and he was pretty bad.

Throughout the day that was all Hermione could talk about with Harry and Ron. How annoying Draco was, how pissed off she was that he was head boy, how he was going to make her life a living hell for the whole term.

Finally, during dinner Ron spoke up.

"Bloody hell, Mione if you keep talkin about the bugger.. everyone is going to think you like him or something!"

"Good god, Ron! I'm trying to eat are you attempting to make me barf?"

And then it was time to head to bed. Hermione was dressed in a spaghetti top tank and a pair of pj pants, from the muggle world, while studying her charms book.

Her hair was in a messy pony tail, little wisps of hair in her face as she read...*