Draco's POV:

Well, I mean Blaise was not wrong.

Not that the two of us have ever shagged, or snogged willingly. After all, we were both meant to be sworn rivals eternally.

However, he wasn't wrong that I shagged Hermione Granger. Certainly not in reality, but I have certainly fantasised about it in my dreams. 

Holy fuck Draco. Are you mentally fine? Do you need mental help?

 No I wasn't and I certainly did need help.

I literally couldn't be more attracted to her charming personality and her sheer intelligence. However, she had proved me wrong, once more. There was something about her, that I liked immensely about her.

Surprisingly, even I had no clue why the fuck I fancied (and fantasised) her immensely.

Who cares?

Well, with barely any grudges to hold against her, not even her blood status, I was left with two things: love and determination.

And I was certainly going to win her heart, and possibly, the Triwizard Tournament.

'Unhesitating, cunning, unfailing, ruthless, and unyielding; driven to succeed.'

I repeated the lines repeatedly as I went back to the dining hall, where unfortunately, Hermione graced her presence first.

What do I even do? Well, I had no choice, since Mrs Zabini sent me a look that had forced me to stay in there.

Great.

From the glare that Granger sent me, I abruptly turned away to avoid her mesmerising gaze, but like Medusa, she had turned my heart and body to stone.

"Malfoy, for Merlin's sake, why are you grabbing tightly to my arm? Should I punch you again?" she snarled with a slight mocking smile playing at her lips.

I was definitely in danger. I knew I could tell.

'Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus'. In English, it translated to 'Never Tickle A Sleeping Dragon.'

I had awoken the sleeping dragon and now, she was fiery, burning with fury and passion to kill and emerge victorious and looked immensely ready to pounce on me.

I gulped.

Was I dead?

Physically? No. Mentally? Yes.

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She excused us both to go to the nearest room and as Mrs Zabini led us there, I silently counted the time I had left before I was physically and mentally going to be drained.

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Mrs Zabini and both of us had approached the door, leading to the room. I silently prayed to Merlin, pleading for her merciless wrath to not be unleashed.

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1.

When she shut the door behind, she snatched her wand out of her pocket and muttered 'Silencio'

I was immediately silenced and she smirked.

"Let's see how long you can last." she threatened, with revenge and fury burning in her chocolate brown eyes.

I fluttered my eyes closed, anticipating the torture that was awaiting me (although I had faced worse torture physically.)

When I fluttered my eyes open slowly, I saw her grinning mischievously.

Then I realised. She had her wand pointed to my throat and I was leaning against the wall.

Without a blink of an eye, she punched me with all her strength, and I fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

"Mmph! Mmph!" I groaned, trying to make a sound, with no words able to leave my lips.

"Shall I go for another round? Actually, why am I asking you? Its obviously yes. Don't you agree, Malfoy?" she smirked.

'Oh fuck no' I silently thought to myself.

However, all my thought were silenced once more, as I was punched once more.

'Help me.' I pleaded in my mind, knowing that she wouldn't spare me from her wrath despite my desperate pleas.

She was effortlessly hazardous, like a dragon. Yet, she never ended up in Slytherin.

Well, at least there was a Triwizard Tournament to prove her strength.

If she ever did get in the Triwizard Tournament, she would certainly win. Even the most powerful of people would have shuddered at the sight of her.

After all, she did defeat the most powerful Dark Wizard of all time, Voldemort with her brains, along with her two meaningless yet famous sidekicks.

All she needed now was for her name to be called out by the Goblet of Fire.

That was the only thing that would stop her from unleashing her wrath.

Other than that, she was just a petite yet intelligible female, who was monstrous and destructible on the inside despite her alluring and weak appearance.