Something Just Felt Right
A Harry Potter Fanfiction
Hey peeps! So, I have recently discovered the world of Dramione Fanfiction, and I could not want to write one of my own! Here it is!
This is set after the war, with all of our favorite characters returning to Hogwarts to finish year seven.
Also, I haven't decided whether or not this will be a one-shot or not, I would like to hear what you guys would want.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, only the plot.
Hermione sighed as she tapped her for impatiently to a beat that only she could hear. And was supposed to meet the new Head Boy here half an hour ago, and he still hadn't shown up.
The war was over, Voldemort was dead, and the Golden Trio had decided to return to Hogwarts to finish their education.
Well, to be perfectly honest, Hermione had forced them to go back. Her reasoning was along the lines of fame didn't last forever and will only get you so far in life, and you need to know how to manage yourself in the real world, blah, blah, blah.
Well, you get the idea.
Problem was, most of their year had also decided to repeat it, due to the Carrow's horrible teaching methods. That meant that there were now two full seventh year classes, since Ginny's yearwas now in their last stage of their education, and Professor McGonagall was having to choose from twice the normal number of students to be Heads.
Before Hermione had gotten her letter, she had driven everyone in the Burrow up the wall with her ridiculous pushing and worrying. She had wanted to be Had Girl since the beginning of Year 1, and she had been physically suck at the thought of not getting to honor.
That was reasonable, right? Note it meant that she had had to go against great witches like Ginny Weasly.
Let's just say, everyone was relieved when she got her letter with the Head badge enclosed.
Now she did at the base of the Astronomy Tower, waiting for the other Head to show up.
She was lost in her thoughts of new responsibilities and organizing schedules when a sprawling voice called out behind her, "Well, it seems as if that Gryffindor pride has brought the mudblood back to Hogwarts."
Schooling her annoyed expression into something more neutral, she turned and looked at the boy coldly. "Malfoy."
Oh, this was too good to be true. Granger was the other Head! Draco couldn't help but smirk. Now he would have a all year to make her life a punishment from heck.
Leaning against the wall, Draco replied, "No snappy remark? Cat got your tongue Granger? Or is it a weasel?" He was purposely baiting her, and they both knew it.
Apparently, the mudblood didn't feel like biting today. "Your the new Head Boy?" She asked him instead, carefully keeping her voice void of emotion.
Draco smiled in what he knew was an aristocratic way that sent almost every girl running. "Of course, Granger. I am bloody brilliant after all."
Granger only rolled her eyes. "I would think that you would be enjoying a stay at Azkaban right now, to be honest," ssh he said casually, as if she were simply staying that the weather was nice.
Draco tried not to let her inner his skin, but try as he might, it went deeper than he cared to admit, because she was right. The only reason that he wasn't occupying a cell somewhere was because there wasn't sufficient evidence to shove him of to jail.
Determined not to let that muggle-born show that she had actually had an effect on him, he simply raised an eyebrow. "Now now, Granger, I am actually quite smart, believe it or not. You aren't the only one who knows their way around a library."
Granger only scowled at him. "C'mon, Professor McGonagall is expecting us."
Draco couldn't help the smirk that slid its way across his face.
Hermione didn't bother to look back as she led Malfoy down the hall towards the staircase where McGonagall asked them to meet her.
Was it just her, or were his footsteps irritating as well?
Finally, she rounded the final corner and saw, to her relief, that the new Headmistress was already there.
"Ah, Miss Granger, Mister Malfoy, you've finally arrived. Let's get down to brass tacks, shall we?" Professor McGonagall said promptly.
"What the bloody heck does that saying even mean?" Hermione heard Malfoy mumble behind her. He was ignored by both women, and McGonagall went on.
"Just up these stairs are the Heads' dormitory. You will find a small common room and two connecting bedrooms. You are expected to get along and share the space," McGonagall said, giving the new Heads a glare. It wasn't common that the Heads were from such opposing houses, and she was interested to see how this played out.
"Every Sunday night at eight you are to report directly to me. I will now leave your to explore your me home," she finished, turning deftly on one heel and leaving to tower.
There was an awkward silence between the two teens. Neither had known that they wrote be expected to share a common room, and neither was completely keen on the idea.
"Well, Granger," Malfoy said, breaking the silence. "Let's get this over with, shall we?"
Draco lead the way up the small staircase. At the top, he was surprised to find only a small trapdoor in the ceiling. "What the..." He mused out loud.
Out of curiosity, he pressed the palm of his left hand against the wood, feeling it heat up slightly at his touch. Again to his surprise, the door opened in, and he climbed into his new common room.
What he saw was amazing. Off to one side, a huge fireplace was blazing with bright red flames. Directly opposite the fire, the wall was covered with full length windows, allowing a stunning view of the setting sun over the lake and behind the mountains. The room was scattered with black furniture, with gold and silver accent pillows and throws placed here and there. Directly across from Draco, two large-scale doors stood in the wall, one labeled "Hermione" in gold cursive, the other "Draco" in silver cursive. Really, the whole set up was beautiful.
"Oh my..." He heard a soft voice exclaim behind him. He turned to see Granger standing behind him with an awestruck expression on her face. Rolling his eyes, Draco went over to the door labeled with his name and walked in.
A massive four posted king sized bed dominated the room, with sheer black dealings, black sheets, and a green quilt with pillows to match. To his right, he saw an enormous tapestry of the Slytherin coat of arms. To his left, a large wardrobe and a full length mirror.
Opening the door, he saw a large bathroom in all warm golden brown hues. It had a double sink, a large bath, and two showers, along with a small door off in the corner that he assumed led to the toilet.
The sound of a door opening drew his attention away. A door he hadn't previously noticed had opened, and Granger stood there, taking everything in.
Lovely.
Conjoined lavatory.
Hermione pushed open the heavy wood door to find that it connected to a bathroom, and it seemed that she would have to share with the snake. How lovely.
Her chamber had been decorated much the same as Malfoy's, only hers was Gryffindor, of course.
She and Malfoy paused, each in their own thoughts before something clicked in Hermione's mind. "Wait a minute, there's no curtain around the bath."
Malfoy grinned maliciously at her. "Come now, Granger, you relish the thought of catching me without my clothes on. Every girl does." She felt nauseated at the thought.
"Yeah right. You've probably started those rumors yourself."
"Well," he said, smirking at her. "You can find out for yourself if the rumors are true." Hermione gagged. "Really, Granger, I know I'm extremely attractive."
"As if I would ever be attracted to you."
"There's a simple test if I'm right or not."
Hermione suddenly felt scared. This wasn't their normal war of snide remarks. "What is it?"
Malfoy smirked. He didn't give a response. In two quick strides, he was across the room and kissing her without touching any other part of her.
Hermione stood there in shock for a minute, before her hormones took over and she was kissing him back.
Suddenly, Malfoy pulled back. They both stood there in silence for a moment. "See?" He whispered. "I was right."
Without warning, he turned and sprinted room slamming the door behind him.
Draco was seriously considering finding some mental help. What the heck was wrong with him? He had just kissed a mudblood!
He had just kissed Granger, his enemies since they were eleven!
He ran a frustrated hand through his hair.
And yet, despite all these thoughts, he couldn't help but feel that something about that kiss just seemed right.
Hermione stood there in the bathroom, frozen.
What had just happened?
Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince, had just kissed her, Hermione Granger, Gryffindor golden girl.
Mudblood.
Know-it-all.
Bookstore.
And she had kissed back.
What the bloody heck was up with her?
Yet, despite her misgivings, she couldn't help but feel that something about that kiss just seemed right.
So, did you like it? Do you think I should continue? If I don't hear from some, I'll just leave it the way it is, but I do wood life to know what you think!
Love y'all!
~Boogalee