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Summary:After a chance encounter with each other at night, Draco and Hermione realize there might be more to each other than they had previously thought. (Basically Dramione for no reason 'cause we wanted to RP.)
A/N: I, bonesbuffyangelfan, and my friend, MusicLover2753, have created this RP for your sole enjoyment. Well, really it's for us, but you guys can enjoy it too. Or not. Beta'd only by me, bonesbuffyangelfan, so all mistakes are ours. This is set in their 6th year of Hogwarts, and there's very minor spoilers to things in the Harry Potter 'verse. So it'd e best if you had knowledge of it.
"Talking"
"Thinking"
Chapter One
Draco peeked his head out of the Room of Requirement cautiously, looking down both ends of the corridor for people coming. Satisfied no one was, he exited it.
Hermione turned the corner, nose buried in a book. It was the middle of the night, but no one questioned her because she was a prefect.
Draco walked quickly down the 7th floor corridor, heading for a shortcut to the dungeons. Not looking where he was going, he walked right into someone, sending them both tumbling to the floor.
Hermione fell to the floor shocked, struggling to grab all of her books.
"I'm so sorry, I wasn't loo-" She stopped short when she saw none other than Draco Malfoy.
Draco stared at her, debating whether to apologize when his mind was made for him by Professor Snape appearing.
"What in Merlin's name are you two doing at this time?"
"S-sorry Professor, I was just making my rounds when I ran into..." Hermione pondered the name, deciding if she said say Draco or not. "Malfoy." she finally chose.
Snape sneered at her. "I see. And why were you not looking where you were going, Granger?"
Draco had stood up with the rest of Hermione's books at this point; waiting for an opening to give them to her.
Hermione looked down at her feet.
"I-I was studying for the upcoming potions exam professor."
"While making your rounds? If you couldn't even manage to look where you're going, Miss. Granger, how would you have seen rule-breaking students? And why haven't you spoken yet, Mr. Malfoy? I asked you both a question."
Draco looked at Snape.
"I'm sorry sir, I was walking and didn't see her; it wasn't all her fault."
Hermione whipped her head around to stare at Draco. Why wasn't he blaming it all on her?
Draco glared at her to keep her quiet when Snape wasn't looking.
"I see. 10 points from Gryffindor for not doing your duty properly and 1 point from Slytherin for not being aware of your surroundings." Snape stalked off to continue his patrol.
Hermione continued to stare at Draco in shock, not realizing that Snape had left.
Draco sneered at her. "Stop staring, Granger."
He thrust her books at her.
"Here. Next time, look where you're going."
With that, Hermione seemed to snap out of whatever trance she was in. She slowly took her books.
"You shouldn't be talking Malfoy."
Draco scoffed, but didn't say anything else about it. "Where did you already patrol?"
"The library and the 3rd floor."
Draco nodded. "Fine. I'll be patrolling the 5th floor and the dungeons; don't run into me again."
With that said, he left to patrol and go to bed.
Hermione sighed, leaning against the wall. The year had barely begun, but she could tell it would be as crazy as the last.
Draco walked through the 5th floor corridor by corridor, avidly looking for students and finding none. He entered his dormitory, hoping to get alot of sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a long day and he was tired.
Harry lay in bed staring at the Marauder's Map, watching as Draco made his rounds. Where had he been, and did he do anything to Hermione?
Hermione slipped into the common room, hoping to relax a little.
Ron was waiting for her return; sitting on the couch closest to the fire with a box of chocolates and a rose. He smiled at her.
"Hey Hermione."
"Hello Ron. Lavender is probably sleeping already, so you may as well just put that away for now."
Ron looked confused for a second, then smiled in understanding.
"Oh, this isn't for Lavender. It's, um...for you."
He walked up to her and held out the box and flower.
Hermione stared at him, and started laughing, "Nice joke Ron. Look, I'm tired, I'm going to sleep."
Ron looked hurt, but didn't back down.
"No, Hermione, it's not a joke. I love you."
"Ron you're delusional, go get some sleep." Hermione had long since given up on the fantasy that Ron would ever like her, and wasn't in the mood for pranks.
"Hermione, please! How can you say that?"
Hermione was on the verge of snapping. "I'm tired, I'm going to sleep."
She headed for the stairs.
"Hermione! Listen to me! I love you!" Ron had abandoned the box and flower on the couch and grabbed ahold of her hand.
Hermione whipped around.
"Ronald! Let me go!"
"No!" he said stubbornly. "Not until you take me seriously and listen! I love you Hermione!"
"I waited long enough, and now I'm moving on. You should do the same."
Hermione pulled her hand away from him.
Ron's anger grew and his ears turned bright red.
"Who is it?! Who stole you from me?!"
Hermione froze, appalled. "I was never yours to lose."
"Yes you were! You were always going to be mine, I was just waiting for you to realize it and for me to work up the courage to tell you! But I'm done waiting, Hermione."
"You were waiting for me?! I've heard you same a lot of stupid things, but that is by far the worst!"
Ron looked like he'd been struck. "What? Why? What did I say wrong?"
Hermione turned her back to him. "Goodnight Ronald." With that she left.
Ron scowled at the rose on the couch. That did not go well. Maybe he needed to try something else. He went to bed thinking hard on how he could make Hermione see he was the one.
Hermione went to sleep confused about Ron and Draco; why had he blamed himself as well?
