Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry potter characters or anything else i happen to use from the Harry potter books.

This is my second Dramione fic (Draco/Hermione) my first is 'What's its like to be me'... feel free to read it hehe.

Summary: Hermione knows more than any other student at Hogwarts the only thing she doesn't know is how to kiss. Draco is willing to teach her...but for what price? And how far will he go in his lessons?

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Ohmygod

Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.

What is he?

How did he?

Where did he?

Ohmygod.

My life is over!

I stood staring into Draco's large dark room. He was lying on his bed one hand tucked cosily behind his head and the other holding my. My.

He smiled.

I whimpered.

He was...

He had...

Im going to smack that damn smirk off of his face!

No Hermione that won't accomplish anything. Yes I'll get a hell of a lot of satisfaction out of it, but that won't stop him from...

Ok.

Deep breathes.

Deep breathes.

"What are you doing?" I clenched my teeth so hard im sure they would shatter.

Deep breathes.

"What does it look like im doing Granger?" he raised a questioning brow.

One i was dying to rip right of his smug little face. Just let me get past this stupid muggle barrier he has around his room and I'll...

Why? Did he have to have that stupid barrier disallowing any muggle and Pansy... from his room. Its not like i would want to go into his room anyway. Well right now i would.

 "Where did you get that?" I asked raising a shaky hand and pointing a finger at the object clutched tightly in his long fingers.

"Oh this?" he turned the object in his hand and observed it with little interest.

Im pretty sure he got a damn good look earlier.

Twat.

"You left it on the table."

How could i be so stupid! Im supposed to be the smartest girl at Hogwarts and i go leaving stuff life my diary lying around in the middle of a common room, which i happen to share with Malfoy, Pansy and Seamus!

~*~*~* Two Weeks earlier *~*~*~

Why?

Why? Why? Why is Dumbledore doing this to me? Have i done something wrong? No it's because im too smart.

Yep.

Uh huh

That's it. He thinks im too smart for my own good so he's punishing me by making me share a common room with the densest, most egotistical, vindictive moron in the entire school...Malfoy...

Dumbledore must really hate me.

"Professor." I started "Is it necessary for the head boy and girl to share a common room?"

No.

Please say no.

Please!

"Why yes Miss. Granger. The head boy and girl have shared a common room with each other at Hogwarts for centuries now."

Great.

Just great.

Stupid old fart.

"However"

Ok i take back the old fart comment.

Maybe he doesn't hate me. Maybe he'll let me stay in the Gryffindor common room far, far away from Mr. Vindictive over there. I cast a sideways glance towards Malfoy. His face was blank. No emotions what so ever.

Wait.

Why didn't all this bother him? I shrugged and turned to face Dumbledore.

"We have thought it to be best if the head boy and head girl had what you could call, co-heads. Two students out of your year have been chosen to be your co-heads, so if you are too busy with certain things or find your work load becoming too much for you they are there too help. They too will be sharing your common room."

Well then. At least im not alone with. Him. I cast another side ways glance towards the tall figure besides me and then turned back to face Dumbledore.

"Who are our co-heads professor?" i asked desperately hoping it would be Ginny.

However there was an unlikely chance it would be her.

Bugger.

Maybe Susan or Lavender. Anyone but a Slytherin.

"They are Seamus Finnegan and Pansy Parkinson."

Oh god.

Pansy Parkinson. Of all the people in our year Pansy Parkinson was chosen to be my co head. I think Dumbledore really, really does despise me.

Im restating the old fart comment. 'Dumbledore you are an old fart.'

"Finnegan?" Malfoy snorted. I cast him an angry glance he however chose to ignore me.

"Yes. You two do know where your common room is don't you?"

"Yes professor" I smiled at him and followed Malfoy out of the room.

 "You know Granger, us sharing a common room may not be such a bad idea"

I froze. Right there. Right then. Did the person who i think it is actually say what i think he said?

No.

Just my imagination.

"You gone deaf on me Granger?"

Ok that wasn't my imagination. I slowly turned around to find the person who I thought it was who said what I thought he had said, leant against the door outside Dumbledores office.

"What did you want Malfoy?" I asked trying sound as though i hadn't heard him earlier.

"I said that it wouldn't be a bad idea for us to share a common room" he examined his nails and then shoved his hand into his robe pocket.

Did Draco Malfoy just say that? Hmmm. Maybe he hit his head or something.

"Oh really. Well i think it's a terrible idea."

"And why's that?"

Hmmm i wonder...maybe its because we despise each other?

Idiot.

I sighed. "Because Malfoy" i started turning to face him "I hate you, you hate me. Always have done always will do."

"I never said i hated you Granger"

What!

Ok I really do think he has hit his head. Maybe i should take him to the hospital wing...

Nah 

"Excuse me?"

"I-never-said-that-i-hated-you" he said each word to me as if i was a small child incapable of understanding what he had said.

"You didn't need to Malfoy!" I thrust my arms in front my body in order to 'express' what i thought of what he had said. As if my words weren't enough... "You implied it! It's the same thing!"

"I implied it?" he seemed to think about it before saying  "I always thought you liked arguing with me"

"And what would make you think that? Was it my crying after you called me a mudblood or was it when i told you to shut up for Merlin knows how many times?" I pulled my books into my chest and rolled my eyes away and then back to him.

Seriously what is up with him today? I think this sharing a common room has affected his brains in a bad way or something...

I hope its permanent.

"Is sharing a common room with me really that bad?"

"Being at the same school as you is bad Malfoy." I said and then turned on my heel, i started down the corridor.

Don't say anything else.

Don't say anything else.

Don't s

"Do you hate me?"

Damn it!

I sharply turned to face him.

Hate him?

Hate him?

Argh he drives me insane!

There is no word in the Wizarding world or the Muggle world, to explain how much i hate him!

"You are unbelievable!"

"Well?" he walked towards me. Stopped at a few metres away from me and folded his arms.

"Of course i hate you Malfoy! You have no idea how much i hate you! I can't believe your even asking me that question"

"Why?" he asked simply

Simple question.

Yeah right!

"What do you mean why? Malfoy you've hurt my feelings so many times it's unbelievable! And to top it all off your father tried to kill me, Ron and Harry. You know what it wouldn't surprise me if you turned out to be like your father. Im sure your just as vindictive and heartless as he- "

Malfoy moved so fast i didn't have a chance to finish my sentence i could feel his long fingers wrap around my poor fragile neck. His fingers sunk into my neck like putty, disallowing any oxygen to make its way in. My books spilled to the floor with a loud thud. I brought my hands up and desperately clawed at his hands, unable to gasp for air never mind breathe.

"I am nothing like Lucius Malfoy. Nothing" his voice was harsh and cold full of hate, anger, pain and

Oh god i could care less how he sounded.

I need air!

My eyes began to sting and i could feel hot tears streak their way down my red. Most probably turning purple cheeks. I could feel my body go limp a little and i think this is what made him release me.

The very moment he released his burning grip on my neck i collapsed to the floor on my knees and fell back onto my bum. I allowed the oxygen to flood its way into my mouth and into my desperately needing oxygen. Lungs.

I took full deep, soothing breathes and began to gather my belongings from the stone floor. Still taking in the precious, precious air i shakily rose to my feet and stared Malfoy dead in the eye.

"And you wonder why i hate you" I spat pressing my hand to my chest in attempt to control my breathing "Nothing like Your father Malfoy? You are your father" I sneered and pushed back a little allowing for my free movement.

That stupid...stupid...argh. That bastard! I cannot believe he just did that to me. Then again i shouldn't have put it past him. Just like his father!

Wait.

He called his father Lucius didn't he? Ah! I don't care anyway! He just near enough killed me!

I could still feel the imprint that his large fingers had left and rushed to the toilet to take a look at my now, deformed neck.

Just as i thought.

There was a large handprint on my neck. It was bruising quickly. 'If anyone sees this they're just going to ask questions.' I brushed two of my fingers over the handprint and felt a sharp shiver run its way down my spine.

Jerk.

I wiped away any tears that had somehow much to my disapproval made their way down my flushed cheeks.

I quickly made my way to the new common room ignoring anyone who wanted to talk with me. Hopefully I'd get there before Malfoy did. 

"'Mione!" I could see Seamus waving his arm in the air like a mad man and laughed. I walked over to him with my hand around my neck in an attempt to cover the markings on there.

Pansy shot me a nasty glare.

I didn't return it.

Much to her annoyance.

Sharing a common room with one Slytherin is bad enough. But NO i get landed with two of them. Two of the worst Slytherins at that.

"Granger you pa-"

"Shut up Parkinson" I silenced her before she could shoot some rude comment at me. I really didn't want to start an argument with her right now especially after the Malfoy incident. "So are we going to go in?" I asked Seamus who was about to answer before little miss Malfoy spoke up.

She really was obsessed with Malfoy. It is kind of disturbing actually. Not that i care or anything.

Ahem.

"We have to wait for Draco you stupid-"

"Shut up Parkinson" I silenced her again not even bothering to look at her. Im pretty much guessing that's she's more than pissed off right now. But i really couldn't care less. "So Seamus did you have a good summer?" I asked blanking out all the curse words Parkinson was shouting at me.

How on earth did Pansy Parkinson even get to be co-head? I mean...it is Pansy Parkinson. Im sure Dumbledore could do better than her.

"My summer was great thanks. I spent it with my mam and my dad in America."

"Really? That's nice-"

"Draco! Oh your here!" Pansy squealed in a more than high-pitched tone, i grunted and could see Pansy bolt towards him from the corner of me eye.

I didn't turn round.

Not that i was scared to turn around or anything. I just can't face him right now.

But for some really strange reason i could feel his eyes boring into my back. I looked to Seamus who had now pushed self off of the wall ready to enter the room.

"Oh Draco, I've missed you so, so, so, so much! Have you missed me? Have you?" I heard Pansy repeat over and over.

Can anyone say obsessed? Seriously she acts like Malfoy is some sort of god.

What does she see in him?

Does he have good looks?

No.

Does he have a personality?

No. Well he does but not a great one.

Does he have brains?

Obviously not.

Does he have a heart?

Very much doubt he does.

Is he a psycho?

Yes.

Does he need to be locked up in a mental institute where he is tortured over and over until he cries like a little girl?

Definitely.

"So what's the password going to be?" Seamus asked he looked at me and then looked to Malfoy before looking back to me.

"Cursed life" Malfoy muttered

Oooh. Wouldn't he be the life of a party.

The door to the common room immediately opened and i hurriedly stepped inside followed by the others.

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First half of the first chapter complete. Thanks for reading! And if you liked it please review!

Bye!!!!