A/N-Set in 7th year. No actually time stamp in this story. Just writing what I think would be an interesting story if Voldemort wasn't a major threat in the Wizarding world anymore and what happens…happens.

Dramione.

Hate Me Till You Love Me

Drive Me Mad

Chapter 1

He glared at her from across the room. He hated her. He hated her with a passion that burned bright and hot.

Look at her raising her hand. She's such a teacher's pet. God, she bugs me. Does she always have to be such a know-it-all?

"Very well put, Ms. Granger. 10 points for Gryffindor."

Of course.

Draco rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. His weight balanced on the hind legs of the chair as he stared across the room at the back of her stupid head. Her stupid, frizzy haired head. At least she's cleaned up since the very first time I saw her. She obviously bought a brush and learned how to manage her lion's main. Even went to the level of wearing makeup. She's still stupid though.

She drove him crazy and she wasn't even doing anything. That's why he hated her. She drove him crazy without even trying.

Why would Potter and Weasel choose her to be friends with? I'll never know. Then again,…why would she choose to be friends with such incompetent baboons?

Draco snickered.

Well no doubt, it's because she couldn't find any other friends.

"Mr. Malfoy, perhaps you have something to say?" McGonagall requested.

"A few things Professor. But, I don't necessarily find them relevant to this discussion."

"Agreed Mr. Malfoy. So please keep your amusement contained."

"Absolutely, professor."

I'm such a git. I know it. I enjoy it far too much.

Hermione turned her head around and glared at Draco. He returned the favor and finally she turned back around, shaking her head. She too felt the feeling of resentment towards him, to the highest degree.

How dare she even look at me! I feel like taking a shower now just to get the grime of her stare off my skin. I hope she's proud of herself!

Finally, the class was dismissed and Draco stormed out of the room, heading back to the Head's dorm. On arrival, he looked at the portrait hole and sighed deeply. He loved his new dorm. He deserved his new dorm. At least he thought so.

But, with it came a price.

What did I do that made me deserve the long-term punishment of having Granger as head girl? I know that being head boy is a prestigious honor but now it feels more like a punishment, courtesy of one Hermione Stupid Face Granger.

Draco went straight to his room to get what he needed for his shower. Walking out, he groaned loudly when he saw Hermione taking off her long black robe.

"Please, don't hold back your displeasure." she said dryly.

"Wasn't planning on it." he retaliated coolly.

"What are you even doing here?" she asked. "You should be at lunch."

"I should be wherever I decide to be." he said. "Besides, this is my private time, so leave." his cold eyes threw daggers, which she reflected, obviously unharmed by him.

"This is half my dorm. Hello? Head Girl." she said pointing to her pin.

"Hello?…Sod off." he said mockingly.

"It's been two weeks since the start of the school year and every minute in this dorm has been a living hell. As if the horns on your head weren't obvious to that fact, I refuse to be run out by some ignorant, spoiled, brat of an ex-death eater."

"Granger, you're not as tall as you think you are." he said calmly.

"Yeah, well trust me when I say that you're as short as I thought you were."

He rolled his eyes and smirked.

"Yeah, well…" he said walking past her, heading to the bathroom. "I'll say hi to Weasel and Pothead while I'm down here." he said brushing his arm against hers lightly as he passed.

"So generous." she said sarcastically turning around to give him a coy smile. He turned around himself and walked backwards to the bathroom.

"What can I say? I'm a giver." he said holding his hands out in the air. "But, I don't give to the poor so don't come a knockin'."

She rolled her eyes as he proceeded to the shower with a smirk on his face.

He drives me insane! Ugh! I know he probably bought the spot of Head Boy, but that doesn't give him the right to be such a nasty, little ferret all the time. But wait…who am I kidding? He's always been this way. Why on earth would I expect him to suddenly grow up with the new head boy responsibilities? He's still a Slytherin. He's still a stuck up pureblood with no feelings towards others. And, he's still my sodding roommate! Life is so unfair.

Draco turned the shower on till its steam could suffocate someone. He didn't care how boiling the water was, it felt good. He liked scolding hot showers. It balanced him out. Being cold all the time made him desire warmth. Hate did that to people. His father had taught him from a young age that without hate, you could never know love. Which was perfectly fine with Lucius. His mother on the other hand had taught him without love, you could never know hate and that's exactly what she had wished for her son.

Narcissa hated her husband and he hated her twice as much. Growing up the way Draco did, he learned things upside down. No wonder he didn't know right from wrong. They all blended together.

Turning the shower off, Draco got dressed and looked at himself in the mirror. He saw his father's cold eyes in the reflection. His hair was messy and had grown to the same length it had been when he was a third year. He grasped onto the sink and tried to see his mother in his eyes. The little flicker of hope flashed before him and he pulled away. Quickly grabbing his tie, he walked out of the bathroom.

Hermione was lying on the couch, head back on a pillow, as she massaged her temples.

"Aw. Long day?" he asked babyishly as he wrapped his tie around his neck.

She sat up slowly and rubbed in-between in her eyes.

"You're not helping." Hermione said blandly.

She stood up and stretched.

Draco's hair was still wet and jagged. As he tied his tie, Hermione couldn't help but slowly glance at him. The top few buttons of his shirt weren't buttoned yet and they exposed what was the beginning of proud Quidditch chest.

"I hope you're ready for tonight." he said tightening the tie. She looked away and grabbed the books that were on the table.

He looked up and caught her eyes.

"Patrolling the castle?" he asked aware that she had forgotten.

"Oh, right."

"Come on Granger, too tired to keep up?" he asked.

"No. Just…didn't sleep very much last night. It's starting to catch up with me."

He smirked at her.

"That never happens to me. I've got major stamina." he said. "I can go…nights without a break."

"I'm very happy for you." she said.

"So am I." he said. "And…so are they." he said letting a cocky laugh escape.

"Well, actually it was your fault I didn't get much sleep last night."

"We've been over this. You can think about me all night but…no touching." he said. "This." he looked up and down his body. "Is V.I.P only"

"Right. I forgot. It's for girls like Pansy Parkinson right?"

"Do I hear jealousy?" he asked cupping his ear and leaning in a little bit.

"You got me." she said walking over to him. "I don't know how I've been able to resist you for this long." she rolled her eyes as she walked past him. "You're so smug, Malfoy."

He was just plain amused at her as she left. She was so disapproving at everything he did and it made it far more enjoyable than it actually was. He knew she couldn't sleep last night because he had Pansy over. They didn't shag or anything. But, he did make sure to make everything with Pansy dramatic and over the top. Just snogging her caused her to moan loudly. That was his power over her. It was all worth it because it got the affect he had wanted from Hermione. That made him very happy.

Grabbing his cloak and books, he headed back to class. He was dreading having to patrol the castle with Granger that night. But, it was his duty after all. Even if it meant putting up with her. But hey, he could torment her even more than he already had and that was what kept him going.

XOXO

I wonder what Pansy and every other girl sees in him? Aren't they aware of what a git he is? They must see it! But, I am the only girl he treats like trash. So, maybe they're blinded by whatever it is he does to them. Even Ginny one told me she thought he was attractive. Even after calling her The Little Weaselbee, she likes him. She's clearly mad.

Hermione got through the rest of the day and was so happy when she finally got back to her room that night. She was exhausted and was relieved at the comfort of the soft and welcoming bed that had her name written all over it.

She only got about two seconds of rest before Malfoy abruptly pushed open her door.

"Up. Get up, Granger. We need to patrol." he said. She groaned and didn't move. "Don't force me to get you up the hard way." he said. "I'm very good with a wand." She groaned again before sitting up. Draco was leaning against her doorframe, eating an apple with his ankles crossed.

He was in a pair of jeans and had on a white shirt, covered by a black and green trimmed collared sweater and a pair of designer black leather shoes.

"Fine but give me a minute." she said walking over and slamming the door in his face.

She sorted through her clothes and didn't know what to wear. She was too tired to put combinations together.

"Come on Granger, this isn't a bloody fashion show!" he yelled from the common room. Finally, she decided on a pair of jeans and a white shirt hidden underneath a stylish deep red cardigan. Walking out of her room, Malfoy was surprised to see her in her relaxed casual clothes. She didn't look as nearly as insipid as she normally did and he took notice instantly. He was male after all. He wouldn't deny that fact. Red was a good color on her but he would never tell her that. Never.

"Let's get this over with." she said walking towards the portrait hole. Malfoy followed behind her, ready to annoy Hermione to death.

It didn't take long either.

"Malfoy! Please, shut up." she said angrily. He just laughed. He antagonized her to no end.

"Granger relax. Is it just me or do you not have any fun in your life?" he asked glancing at her.

"I have fun. I have all kinds of fun." she said defensively.

"Alphabetizing your books doesn't count." he said.

She glared at him.

"I do not alphabetize my books for fun."

"Then what do you do?" he asked.

"None of your business. Can you please go back to ignoring me? I prefer that." she said.

"No need to get defensive." A few moments went by before Malfoy confessed something bluntly. "You know, I hate you." he said.

"Feeling's mutual." she replied.

"No. I mean I really, really hate you." he said.

"Trust me, we're on the same page."

The two headed down to the dungeons and kept to themselves. Hermione was exhausted and ready to fall asleep where she stood. Her eyes started to droop and Draco glanced over at her and noticed.

"I honestly couldn't have kept you up all night." he said. "Pansy left around three."

"Wow, earlier than last week." she said sarcastically.

"Get over it, Granger. It's not my fault you couldn't get a wink of sleep last night and you're all bitchy cause you have insomnia."

She stopped walking and turned to him. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.

"Malfoy, I really, really don't want to be down here in the dungeons with you. But, since I have to be…" Draco gave her inquisitive eyes. "I want to make this as painless and as quick as possible."

"Go ahead and pretend like you don't love us being alone down here." he said with a smirk. Her mouth dropped to the floor.

"You're kidding right?" she asked.

"But, it's never gonna happen. So, don't get any mad ideas." he said giving her a smug look.

"You are so completely full of yourself. I don't even know how that's possible." she said before walking ahead of him, picking up the pace.

He smiled knowing he had succeeded once again in driving her up the wall. This year was going to be so much fun.

Granger only makes it too easy. If she stands up against me, I stand up even taller. If she insults me, I insult her twice as hard. She needs to understand the fact that she can't ever compare herself to me. She needs to realize where the line separates the two of us. I'll be the one to let her know. God forbid she even thinks for a second that someone like me would fraternize with someone like her.

Pshhh…yeah. Like that'll happen.

A/N-So this is chapter one. Stick around because it's going to be getting juicier and full of hot Dramione-ness. You'll be begging for water before you say the word.