Alright, so this is my first HP fanfic but I read enough of them to get it. I love HP and do not believe that it is all over by a long shot. JK Rowling has got to have something up her sleeve for us. Also please understand that I'm not British, so I will not be using those clever little words that Rowling uses because I don't know the meaning of many of them.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anything affiliated with the association. Those rights belong only to JK Rowling and Warner Bros. Don't sue.
Chapter 1
Hermione looked over at Ron.
She couldn't help her gaze now a days, it seemed like her eyes moved to the direction of her heart. She wanted to say she hated him. She wanted to say that she would rather listen to the Mer people above water then to harbor a single thought regarding Ronald Weasley in her head.
She'd love to say that; but she knew it would be a lie.
She thought back to the moment in the war; the moment where they had kissed as though their lives depended on it. The kiss, at least to her, meant something ground breaking. She had been in love with Ron since the moment she could remember. She had put up with bickering, and his insults, and his sheer stupidity…because she loved him. Sure she was not idiot academically, but she had foolishly believed that if she tried hard enough that he might see her differently. She thought that maybe his feelings would change if she changed her puffy hair permanently with some expensive spell. That he might look at her differently if she shrunk her oversized teeth. Then he kissed her. And it seemed like she was finally being blessed with what she had been asking for her whole life.
And now she watched as he clutched Lavender Brown. She now hated both of those colors as she looked at the pug face girl's cheekish smile. Her arms were slithered around the tall boy's limbs. Looking at them, she regretted coming back for her eighth year at Hogwarts. Sure she could have got a job at the ministry but there was something that made her comeback to Hogwarts.
She supposed maybe it was the fact that Hogwarts had always been her home, had always been the place she could just be herself. Sure she got made fun of for it, but there was something about being amongst her own kind that didn't make her feel as bad.
"'Mione?'" she heard an urgent voice shouting. Her head snapped up as she quickly reached for her wand. However she put it away when she noticed that it was only Harry that was trying to get her attention. "You okay?"
"Uh…yeah…I-" she stuttered, pulling her eyes away from Ron and turning to face her best friend. She sighed, she was always happy when she looked at Harry now. They didn't share anything that was remotely romantic but she was always happy when she saw his face free of stress. The war had taken so much out of Harry that she feared he would never recover. But every time she saw him he had a smile on his face, and she knew that it was partly due to the girl sitting next to him. Ginny had done wonders for the boy. Out of words, and not wanting to admit that she was staring at the red head boy at the far end of the table she did what she always did, getting up from the bench of the lunch table. "I'm going to the library."
Harry nodded and Ginny smiled knowingly. She was the only person Hermione had ever told her feelings for Ron after the war to. Although she did suspect Harry had the faintest hint.
Regardless she walked through the lunch room, ignoring the usual whispers that accompanied her. She was no longer made fun of, but she didn't find mummers of appreciation comforting either. She walked the familiar path to the library, past the walls and paintings that nodded at her favorably.
She smiled, shifting her bag on her shoulder as she continued down the walk way.
As she was about to approach the stairs she heard a noise. Curiously she took out her wand and walked over, now recognizing the muffled sounds of voices. She took a breath and turned down a hidden corridor and raised an eyebrow as she saw what was in the hallway.
Draco Malfoy, whom she hadn't seen since the battle of the Room of Requirement, stood pressed against the wall with a group surrounding him. She recognized one as Hanna Abbot, a blue eyed Hufflepuff girl who, like Hermione herself, was muggle born. It was rumored that muggle borns trapped Slytherins and committed harsh pranks, with even harsher spells. She had been surprised when they had tried to recruit her, being head girl she had tried stop them or catch them in the act but they had not shown there face s after their invitation.
She and Malfoy were by no means friends, but she had developed a respect for the family after Narcissa had saved Harry from Voldemort. She also knew from Harry that Draco had choked killing Dumbledore, which proved that he at least had some form of morality.
With that Hermione came from behind her spot behind the wall and as though he could since her Draco turned his head toward her for a breath of a second before he looked back at the four people standing before him as though he were pleading. Hermione however took a second to pull herself from his blue eyed stare. She raised her wand muttering a silent stunning spell sending the tallest of the three guys to the floor
The other three turned and saw it was her.
Hanna was quick as she screamed, "Confundus!"
Hermione however had braved a war and dodged the spell easily, "Avifors." She murmured the transfiguration spell and watched as Hanna burst into a dozen yellow birds. She saw that the other two had run so she tucked her wand away. She didn't mean to be cocky but Hanna likely didn't stand a chance in a duel with her. Though she had a lot of respect for the school and its founders she found that the Hufflepuff house just rang the word wimp.
She looked over at Malfoy who was digging through Hanna's discarded robes to retrieve his wand. Finally he straightened up and Hermione was shocked by his utter beauty. She had the strange urge to reach up and run her fingers through Malfoy's pale blond hair to see how soft it really was.
He looked at her with bemusement, his face fixed in a smirk. "Thanks Granger, I don't know what would have happened if-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa; can I here that again? You're not going call me 'mud blood'? Or fixing me with that little smirk of yours; and what, no boasting about how you could have taken them yourself, with no wand?" Hermione felt as though she had stepped into the twilight zone, the muggle televisions show however couldn't comprehend the perplexity of Draco Malfoy saying…thanks.
"Nice to know you tracked my behavioral patterns to the T there Granger," Malfoy smirked. Then a serious look took his face, his blue eyes looking like the dragon fire that represented his name. "I suppose a war will make you realize things, change things. I thought you and Potter were the vilest thing to walk the earth, but look at what you've done. And you could have passed me by just now and you didn't, we Malfoy's don't just let those things go. I am in your debt Granger."
Hermione couldn't help but blush at that. Sure she would wake up in the morning and this would all just be some sort of twisted dream. Why it was Malfoy, and not Ron promising her things she didn't know but it was no secret that Draco Malfoy was the sexiest thing strutting around Hogwarts these days; were Ron had awkwardness and charm, Malfoy leaked passion and sex appeal.
"Malfoy, you don't have to do that," Hermione murmured, looking down to avoid his heated gaze.
After silence she looked up just as Malfoy smirked, "You name it Granger, and I'll be seeing you."
The Slytherin then swept passed her; and the only thing Hermione could think of is 'what the fuck just happened?'
Alright hoped you like it so far, I love Dramione and was so excited to write this, flame if you hate it I don't really care.
Eternal Love~ Cassiel Black
