Hello! Last night before I went to bed I decided to ask on tumblr for some drabble prompts to stretch out my mind and get the right mindset to get working on my fan fiction again. So far I've only had dramione requests which is perfectly fine to me. See, I've never posted a dramione story anywhere, and for people who have probably never seen my stories before and to want to see something from me is pretty freaking sweet. And to those who have seen my earlier fan fiction, I'm ashamed to even call it my own. I only keep it up because for some reason some people still like it.
If you want to request a drabble from me you can message me on here as well!
So here we go!
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Prompt: Head Boy & Head Girl - Fear
Pairing: Draco Malfoy & Hermione Granger
Rating : T, language.
Asked By : Anonymous(1)
"Come on Malfoy, the storm's coming in!"
Draco sneered as he stopped his search for the snitch up in the air and looked to where Zabini was pointing, noting that the dark clouds were barely visible in the night sky. Checking his pocket watch he sighed before nodding.
"Fine, we'll cut practice short. Rest up."
He lowered his broom to hover a few feet above the ground before dismounting, wiping the sweat from his brow. Waving his wand at the box, he watched as the Quidditch kit refilled itself and closed it with another flick. Bringing the box in his arms, he walked behind the others towards to the showers. A little closet held the equipment and spare brooms as well as the clip board with equipment sign in and out sheet. He initialed the box back in and left to shower in his own bathroom.
The walk back to the castle was eerie, and even he had to admit that the war still made him skittish. Once the doors closed behind him, the light at the end of his wand looked a lot more bright as he walked towards the East Wing, finding the wall with a chip in it's brick. Muttering the counter spell to end the light his wand provided he tapped his wand in a quick pattern before whispering the password to get inside.
Looking into the elegant browns and creams of their shared common room he kicked off his boots on the small mat and set his broom down against a wall before shuffling over to their shared bathroom, eager to get out of the sticky clothes. Not as quick as he'd like, he finally stood naked under the shower head. Hot water soothed his sore muscles as he rotated his shoulders, trying to work out the kinks.
Tomorrow we face Gryffindor.
Quidditch was something McGonagall and Potter debated heatedly for the upcoming year. Only months after the war most of their year received a letter with the chance to join the students and sit in for their NEWTs. Some, like Potter and Weasley, only stayed for a few months before taking the test and leaving. There were others, like Granger and himself, who decided to stay a full year, and thus the two of them were decided to be Heads. McGonagall said it was only sheer coincidence that the two of them had better marks then the seventh years who fought for the spot.
But as they all stood in her office the day before term started, she announced something that upset the Golden Hero.
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"There's no reason not to!"
Granger gasped as Potter stood up and almost shouted at the older woman.
"Harry! Sit down!"
McGonagall simply sat with a calm expression, though those like them who had known her for seven years noticed the little twitch by her mouth, signaling her annoyance.
"Mister Potter, you must understand that the War-"
"Is over. You can't baby the students, they need a sense of normalcy. What better than Quidditch?"
"There are still some tensions amongst the students. You should understand-"
"Oh I do understand! The only way to get back to being normal is to do normal things. Quidditch gives something besides academics for the students to focus on, something to do on the weekends and-"
With a forceful tug Granger had forced Potter back into his seat, throwing him a burning glare. He himself simply sat back, silently agreeing with the both of them. However Potter's point was more favorable. They would go crazy doing the same routine over and over again.
"I side with Potter."
The group of fifteen or so looked at him in shock. It's true they all were there that day he left with his family instead of continuing to fight, and most had called him a coward for it. But he didn't care. And there were some, like the Patil girl, Granger, Potter, a few Professors, and a few more he didn't care to remember who didn't see him like that.
McGonagall cleared her throat before turning to him.
"And why is that Mister Malfoy?"
"Because the students need something to look forward to. They need something to work for. If we did nothing but sleep, eat, and study, what exactly is keeping us from pulling our hair out?"
The silence was deafening but in the end McGonagall agreed. That was almost six months ago.
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He snapped to attention as he realized he had dazed off. Even though the water was still plenty warm he knew that he would get yelled at profusely if Granger didn't have warm water tomorrow morning. After he quickly bathed himself, he stood in the bathroom with his grey silk pajama bottoms settling low on his hips, a black s-shirt covering his upper body, and a towel moving through his hair, trying to dry it at much as possible without magic.
Now in the silence of the night he could hear the heavy rain pelting the large window that covered most of the wall in the common room. It was a trick mirror of sorts. The prefects were the only ones who knew where they were, the other students had no idea where their common room was, and they couldn't see the window that looked out into the court yard.
Stepping out into his bedroom, he thanked his schedule for not having an classes on Saturday. Unfortunately neither did Granger. McGonagall had made sure their classes were together to ensure the student population that everything was indeed normal. Surely this tradition could've been in the letter he received about the Head position. Sitting on the couch he realized it would a while before he would be able to sleep so instead he decided to work on his potions essay, even though it wasn't due for another four days.
Granger probably had her essay completed before bed that night.
He could envy the girl's ambition, but that was it. There was no hate there, not properly anyways. Her bloodline meant nothing to him, it never really had. But after his first year, his father didn't like that the girl beat him in nearly every class. Thus the word 'mudblood' was introduced into his vocabulary. Personally, he never understood it as an insult. Dirty blood, it was like making someone feel bad for their skin color.
But Granger understood it, and the hurt in her eyes was enough to make him want to smash his own hand. Even as a child he understood he probably cared a little too much for the girl. They weren't even friends, but in that same sense they weren't really enemies either. After their fourth year the teasing stopped. He didn't even talk to her, instead they often shared glances with pointed meanings. When he had been assigned to kill Dumbledore, he often betted himself that she knew he was struggling. He even overheard her defend him to her friends, Potter and Weasley.
"Draco is not a death eater!"
Oh how wrong she had been. No, his mark was fresh and so was his guilt. From the first time he overheard her he couldn't look at his arm anymore. An image he often wished for with pride was shattered by the reality of the crazy wizard being alive, in a sense, and very well intent on killing anything that wasn't pure. The irony was, his blood wasn't pure at all. No, his mother tricked a muggle into loving her with a love potion. When she stopped feeding it to him, he hated her and left. Her pregnancy with the early evil wizard was already past the terminating mark.
It was also the first year he heard her openly say his name. It was odd, for she was Mudblood Granger, and he was Draco Malfoy. The girl should've hated him, despised him in the very least, but true to her Gryffindor colors she wasn't afraid of him.
He could clearly remember the first time they said a word to each other in years.
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"Draco."
He quit gazing at the black lake to turn to the girl dressed in a pair of jeans and a baggy pale purple sweater. Her hands were tucked into the sleeves, fighting off the cold. Draco himself couldn't even feel the chill.
"Get out of here mudblood."
There was no malice in his voice, none at all. It was like talking to a blade of grass. What emotion could you possibly need?
"You're up to something dangerous, I can tell."
Her voice was wavering. He simply tilted his head, hoping not to give anything away.
"I'm trying to have some alone time actually. Not that I need to explain myself to filth like you. Why don't you go cuddle on that ugly red couch with that ugly red headed Weasel? Oh wait, he would rather shack up with that Brown girl right-"
"Stop it! Don't push me away!"
All barriers were let down for just a moment. The girl was on the brink of tears but the frustration was there as well.
"Listen Granger-"
"No Draco! You listen! You're in way over your head with something, I know it! He's making you do it, isn't he?!"
"Shut up!"
His fists balled tight by his sides, and he was now glaring at the poor girl.
"Dumbledore can help you! I can help you! Whatever it is he has over your head, we can take care of it! Just come with me, right now!"
"You don't know a damn thing! Get your little bushy head out of my business!"
"Stop it!"
"Just fucking leave Granger!"
"Make me!"
He held up his wand to her, his stance threatening. The feeling of being a trapped animal backed into a corner was so uncomfortable, he felt as if he could barely breathe.
"Fuck Hermione, just leave!"
She stilled before letting a tear fall. He dropped his arm and pocketed his wand. Moving closer to her, he wiped it away with his thumb. Her golden eyes looked at him with such sadness, he felt as if he could drown in them.
"I'll leave. But my offer still stands."
He watched her leave for a moment before turning back to the lake. Grabbing a pebble he threw it with all of his strength, admiring how far it went.
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Realizing the only thing on his parchment was a title and his name he sighed. Sleep however welcomed him to his bed and he embraced it thankfully. Ungracefully plopping his body onto the soft mattress, he closed his eyes in preparation of sleep before a loud thunder clap rumbled the castle, and only half a second later so did a scream.
Grabbing his wand and opening the door he raced to the other door, clearly marked 'Head Girl'. Knocking harshly he cleared his throat.
"Everything alright in there Granger?"
"Fine!"
Her voice wasn't just muffled by the door, it sounded like she were somewhere farther away.
"Granger, why did you scream?"
"Mouse!"
"There are no rodents in Hogwarts! Unless you count the SheWeasel of course."
"Ugh, just go away!"
Another thunderclap and another scream made him roll his eyes.
"So that's it. You're afraid of storms?"
"I am not!"
Moving to open the door, he frowned upon feeling it locked. Muttering the spell to unlock simple things, he frowned more at it not budging.
"Damn it Granger, let me in!"
"Go away!"
With that he left her door. Only to find his way in by the ajoining door in their shared bathroom. Standing in her room, he found it the same as he first saw it when they were given their tour. But upon first glance there was no Granger in sight. Frowning, he finally noticed a shadow of a foot under her bed.
"Granger?"
"Leave!"
Kneeling, he saw her face glaring at him, surrounded by darkness. Lightening temporarily filled the room before thunder followed. This time her squeak was muffled, but he saw the terror in her eyes.
Reaching his hand for her own, their eyes connected like they usually did, silently sending the other messages.
"Come on out Granger."
"I'm scared."
"I won't let anything harm you."
Slowly her hand reached out and grabbed his. He helped her out from under the bed and as she was slowly standing the thunder came again, and she fell into his waiting arms, muddling her face into his chest. His arms wrapped around her petite frame, as she shook.
"I-I hate this! Hermione Granger, brightest witch of her age, afraid of a little sound!"
He chuckled into her hair, absent mindedly noting the smell of warm vanilla.
"Hermione Granger, human being."
The words, though completely simple, seemed to have soothed her slightly.
"I've always been told what I'll be. A Dentist, a Scholar, an Auror, and I've never heard someone just say 'be you'."
"Yes well, it wasn't a Dentist, a Scholar, or an Auror who talked to me that day, by the lake."
"And it wasn't a Death Eater who saved us from his manor, it was you, Draco Malfoy. Future Potions Master for the Ministry of Magic."
He stilled and pulled her away only slightly to see her bright smile.
"Granger-"
"The Minister told me over the summer that he accepted your application as long as you finished your final year of Hogwarts."
"Oh? And I'm sure my name just popped up?"
He watched her cheeks tinge pink.
"Ah, no, not really. I sort of applied for the position myself, to get Ron and Harry off of my back but he told me the position was already filled."
"So where does that leave you?"
"A Healer. I really want to be a Healer."
He smiled into her hair, before softly kissing her crown. He didn't feel her even pull away in the slightest.
The next thunder clap barely fazed her.
"I should leave."
But he made no move to.
"Please don't."
His eyebrow raised, but he knew she couldn't see it.
"Would you wish for us to stand here the rest of the night?"
"Stay with me, in bed."
It was his turn to still.
"N-not like that! I just, I want you to hold me, please."
After a few minutes of awkward silence he moved suddenly, lifting her into his arms, making her laugh. Settling her into bed, he climbed in bed with her, moving the comforter over her body as well. Immediately she went to lay her head on his chest. He moved his arm to wrap around her shoulders, his hand softly tracing circles on her back.
His other arm rested under his head, though it wasn't really needed. He wasn't staring at the canopy, no he was looking at her as she talked. He had her talking about her childhood first.
"And so I pushed him down, hard! He scraped his knee and cried so loud, the whole street heard! His mother had a stern talking to my mother, but really my mother never punished me. He bullied me first, and I retaliated."
He laughed before moving a strand of hair from her face. By the end of her story she had shifted so she was facing him, laughter on her face and in her eyes.
"Oh Granger, picking on boys even when young. Had I known that I would've moved to duck when your hand went flying."
Their quirky banter went back and forth during her stories, she even slapped him on the chest for making fun of her attempts at flying their first year. As she revealed little stories from her adventures at Hogwarts, he found himself laughing along with her and grimacing when she revealed nasty details from living with a certain group of Gryffindor girls.
By the time she fell asleep, he was barely awake himself. But he did realize the storm ended hours ago.
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I decided to make my three requests into a three part story, because oddly it all works! So let me know what you think! I hope I didn't disappoint!