Someday I Will : Chapter one
I'm here if you want meI'm yours you can hold me
I'm empty and shaking
I'm tumbling and breaking
Because you don't see me
And you don't need me
And you don't love me
The way I wish you would
The way I know you could
Disclaimer: I don't own anything... except for my plot, and some original characters. I'm not making any money from this... so don't sue me or anything. You wouldn't get much anyways.
Draco's POV
The sunlight was pouring in through the large picture window on the opposite wall from his bed. He blinked without getting up from the pile of soft down pillows that cradled his head. Draco Malfoy hadn't slept very well the night before. He never slept very well come to think of it. Cursing the sun for pulling him out of sweet dream, he rolled out of bed and slouched over to his closet.
He walked in and the room filled with light. There was a large full length mirror on the wall adjacent to the door. He turned and examined his reflection. He saw a tall, blonde boy. He saw deep piercing eyes staring back at him. And he wondered if she had ever felt his eyes on her back...
His slender body reached a height around 6 feet. He hadn't paid attention to his appearance much in the last two years. He hadn't paid attention to much of anything since his 5th year. Nothing except making Potters life as miserable as Potter had managed to make his.
Two years previous, Harry Potter put his father, along with a number of other death-eaters, in Azkaban. Draco had sworn to get Potter back for taking his father away from him. Not that it was that much of a loss, even when he had his father ... he wasn't really his dad. But Draco had been his father's pride. Up until that year, he was set to follow in his father's foot steps. But so much had changed since then, so much had happened.
Harry had yet another run in with The Dark Lord. Making him nothing short of a god in everyone's eyes, except Draco's. No one really knew the whole story. Draco had once overheard a conversation between his mother and one of his father's acquaintances. From what he had heard, it sounded as though Harry had only nearly escaped with his life; he had been unconscious for two full weeks last term. Draco had seen him in the hospital wing. Potter had been exempt from exams and earned Gryffindor an extra 500 points. It was a new record, Dumbledore had said. No house had even won the house cup with that big of a margin before.
He should have been penalized points for his stupidity... sneaking out in the middle of the night to chase after Peter Pettigrew... any fool could have seen that it was a trap. Draco thought savagely.
But, of course, Harry had been back on his feet just in time to participate in the last Quidditch match of the year. It was Gryffindor VS. Slytherin, Harry Caught the snitch before Draco had even spotted it. Draco was still mad about that.
To top it all off, Harry had started dating the most beautiful girl in their year, not that Draco would be caught saying this out loud, but there was rarely a night that he didn't dream of her.
Just another reason to hate him... He thought.
He turned away from the mirror, and walked to the back of the closet. Normally he wouldn't have cared what he wore, or what anyone else thought about what he wore, but today... he wanted to be noticed. He grabbed a gray and black baseball style tee, and baggy faded jeans. He walked back over to the mirror, and held the clothing up in front of him. The shirt brought out the gray in his eyes, but washed out the blue, just like the black Hogwarts robes. He went back to the clothing racks and pulled out a light blue button up shirt. Then he walked back to the mirror and held it up with the blue jeans. The combination really brought out the blue in his eyes, he liked the effect.
He went to his bathroom and placed his carefully chosen outfit on the counter. He took of his tee shirt, then his boxers, and stepped into the shower.
He stood in the cold water, leaning against the wall with his arm for support, and let his mind drift. And he saw her face. She was truly beautiful. Not like a lot of the girls he had taken a liking to, who wore a mask of make-up, and a too revealing costume to go along with it. They were the girls that came to him. But she was different.
She would never willingly come to him. Never. She was probably the only girl at Hogwarts that hadn't followed him in between classes... or purposefully walked past him at meal times, just to get his attention. And that made her a challenge.
Draco Malfoy made his decision right then, standing under rain in his shower, he would make her his own. If she didn't want to come to him, he would find a way to convince her.
Hermione's POV
Hermione Granger woke up early that morning. Her vision still slightly blurred from sleep, she stumbled out of bed and dragged her feet to her closet. She pulled her wavy hair up into a loose bun at the crown of her head and stretched before perusing her clothing, wondering what she should wear on the train back to school.
She looked out her window, and decided that it was still warm enough for her muggle skirts. She pushed aside her hangers full of jeans and baggy tees and reached for a small floral skirt that her cousin Isabelle had bought for her earlier that summer. Hermione still hadn't worn it yet, she hadn't had anywhere to wear it before now. She wanted to look special today.
She pulled out the skirt and pushed her pants and tees back to the other side of the closet so she could choose a blouse. When she was satisfied, she headed out her bedroom door and down the hall to her bathroom. She knocked, but there was no one in the bathroom. She entered and turned the tap on in the bath, un-dressed and submersed her body in the steamy water.
After everything that had happened the previous year, she was a new person. She wasn't afraid anymore. She had overcome her fears... of most things... Voldemort for instance.
Last year, Harry saw Peter Pettigrew on the Marauders Map. Harry, Ron and Hermione had snuck out of the castle and followed him. On the map, it appeared that Wormtail was alone, but when they arrived in the underground passage way to Hogsmead, they discovered otherwise.
Flash Back
"Lumos." There was a bright light shining ahead of them, Hermione raised her arm to guard her eyes. The light widened so that it illuminated the tunnel they were trapped in.
"And so we meet again, potter." Voldemort hissed through gritted teeth. "You won't be so lucky this time." Hermione remembered.
"We don't need luck!" Ron shouted. "You will be defeated!"
"Foolish children! No man can defeat Lord Voldemort!"
There was horrible duel. Mind you, she wasn't completely defenseless. Voldemort had been right. Harry wasn't so lucky this time around. After what seemed like hours, Harry was hit square in the chest with a hex from Bellatrix Lestange, the same women who had killed Sirius Black. Hermione was distracted and caught by one of Voldemort's masked followers. Although Harry wasn't killed, he was hurt, badly. Ron pulled him out of the line of fire, attracting Voldemort's attention.
"There, there, Potter... I'm sure this will be quick, and painless. But what fun would killing you be if you didn't suffer first?" Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry, with Ron kneeling over him protectively.
"Move." He said to Ron. Ron shook his head slowly and went to raise his wand.
"Ah, ah, ah. You wouldn't want to do that. Now would you, Weasley?"
The Death-Eater holding Hermione tightened his grip, making Hermione gasp for air at the pressure being exerted on her neck.
"Ron... leave. Just go. Get Hermione and go-" Harry paused and winced in pain.
"Harry, my boy, you finally make a sensible decision..." He started in a cool tone, but then Voldemort's voice turned sour and venomous "but I really don't have time for sentiment right now, I'm working on a very tight schedule."
He redirected his wand to Ron. "Immobilous" Ron fell motionless to the ground. And with in a second pointed his wand at Harry, "Crucio"
"NO!" Hermione wrenched herself from the dangerous grip of one of the many Death Eaters, and grabbed Voldemort's arm, causing the spell to break.
He looked down at her and an evil smile distorted his already demonic face.
"Stupid girl."
Hermione was beyond livid.
"No man can defeat lord Voldemort-" His wand was down to his side.
"I AM NO MAN!" she yelled and with out warning, "AVADA KADAVRA"
There was a swirl of green light, and silence, just silence, until she heard his wand fall to the floor. She ran over to Harry, his eyes barely open, and collapsed down on her knee's.
Hermione pointed her wand at Ron and muttered a counter curse. The color rushed back to his white, blue face and he stood immediately, wand at the ready.
The Death Eaters had apparated as soon their leader had fallen. Hermione and Ron half carried Harry back to the castle, and into the hospital wing-
End Flash Back
None of them talked about their experience together. Hermione had explained it all to Headmaster Dumbledore, who said to keep it quiet. And so she did. If word got back to the ministry that Hermione had preformed the killing curse, with Fudge still in office, chances were she would be facing time in Azkaban.
The Wizarding world had been informed that Voldemort was no longer a threat. And Harry had saved the day once again.
Harry... Hermione loved him like a brother. And when he confessed his feelings for her, she couldn't say no to him. She knew it would break his heart, and she couldn't bear to see him hurt any more than he already had. He had been through so much; THEY had been through so much...
Her thoughts consumed her as she reached for her towel. She would see him today.
Draco's POV
He arrived on the platform, not searching for anyone. There was no one he was looking forward to seeing... except her. But who was he kidding? After the way he'd treated her? She'd rather hex him, than look at him.
He chanced to look around, maybe catching a glimpse of her beauty, but what he saw disgusted him to his core. There she was with her dainty arms wrapped around Weasels thick neck.
They don't deserve her... He thought, but then again... neither do I.
Hermione Granger was looking particularly hot today, if he did say so himself... and he did. She was wearing muggle clothing, as most students did over the summer. Hermione wore a short skirt, made of silky floral material, white with pink flowers, and a tank top in the same color as the flowers. It clung to her curves, which she had in all the right places.
He hadn't noticed that he had been staring, but the weasel did. He had to think of an excuse... and quick. He stepped in their direction, and Ron turned back to her. Hermione Granger let go of her friend, and turned to look at him. Draco approached with an aura of coolness.
Hermione's POV
Hermione approached the barrier between platforms 9 and 10 with an overwhelming feeling of anticipation. She was finally going back to Hogwarts, she was finally going home. Hermione had spent the majority of the past 6 years on the enchanted grounds of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. She looked around, making sure the coast was clear before falling into the brick wall separating the muggle world from the Wizarding world she belonged in. Platform 9 3/4 materialized in front of her. She pushed her cart cautiously through the crowds of familiar faces. Hermione scanned the surface of the waves of students, looking for two faces in particular. Those of her two best friends, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley.
"Hey, 'Mione!"
Hermione spun around and was scarred half out of her mind to see Ron standing only a foot behind her, with the Weasley family not that far behind him. She gasped and flung her arms around his neck and pulled him into a big hug, which he returned affectionately.
"How have you been, Hermione?" he asked in a concerned tone.
"Worried," she replied truthfully, "about Harry, mostly... where is he anyways?" she said looking over her shoulders.
"Dumbledore owled my mum, told her not to worry about him... you know how she is... said he'd found a safer way for Harry to get to Hogwarts. Bit useless really, I don't see the danger in taking Express-"
"But apparently, Dumbledore does. And, even though he might be a bit mad at times, he always has his reasons."
But Ron wasn't listening. He was glaring over Hermione's shoulder. "Ferret Boy, three o'clock." Hermione turned her head to Ron's right hand side. And she saw him. He was tall and thin, not to thin, but just the right amount of muscle to be noticed. Draco Malfoy had grown a bit over the summer. He was no longer the pointy faced little boy she met in her first year. Although, he was still the same disgusting little git.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron asked curtly.
Malfoy's eyes drifted from Ron to Hermione, and something miraculous happened... he smiled at her. "Could we have a word?"
"What for?" Ron barked.
"None of your business, weasel!" Malfoy answered in the same harsh tone.
"Well, aren't you a feisty little fetter?!" Ron retorted, with a grin on his face.
Malfoy looked him up and down with a look of disgust on his face. Then turned his attention back to Hermione.
"The head boy and head girl are supposed to board the express early." He informed her. "I'll see you there."
He turned on his heel toward the train and the sea of students cleared before him, leaving a path in his wake.
She grabbed her wand out of her pocket and pointed it at her trunk.
"Locomotor Trunk"
Hermione gave Ron another hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.
"I'll see you when we get there."
Then she directed her trunk onto the train, leaving Ron with a quizzical expression on his face that she couldn't help but smirk at.
She walked up the isle, navigating her way through the sparse number of students to the front of the train. When she slid the door open, she saw Malfoy, the pure-blood prince himself, sitting in the lavish compartment quite comfortably, but looking smug all the same. He was leaning back on the bench, reading his copy of Quidditch through the ages.
"Where are all the prefects?"
"Not here yet, they don't have to board early. Didn't you read the letter that came with your badge?" he asked with a look of genuine curiosity on his face.
"Of course I did!" she lied, badly.
Again, Malfoy did the unbelievable, he smiled at her and said, "Of course you did." In a tone of mock belief.
Hermione moved her trunk to the bench farthest away from where Draco was sitting. He rolled his eyes at her and turned his attention back to his book. Hermione looked at his book, too. When she did, she realized it want the book he was reading. It was a letter. She examined it closer and saw the Hogwarts seal broken of the top edge of the parchment.
"What's that?" Hermione asked him.
"What's what?" he replied with out looking away from the letter.
"That letter, who is it from?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"This-" he said holding up the parchment, "-Is a letter from the head master. It was on the bench when I came in earlier."
"And?" Hermione pressed
"And what?" Malfoy asked in an obviously irritated voice.
"What does it say??" Hermione asked in the same tone.
Draco's POV
A light bulb went off in Draco's head.
"Why don't you read it yourself..." he said in a softer voice. He stood from his seat, and walked toward her. She eyed him suspiciously, which only gave him motivation. Draco reached the point where she had obviously expected him to stop. She had reached out her hand to take the parchment from him. But he didn't give it to her, he just kept walking. Closer, and closer, until she took a step back.
He had her cornered. He could hear her breath quickening.
"I- I- ... uh..." Hermione stuttered.
Malfoy smiled, Obviously startling her. Because for the third time that day, it was a genuine smile. There was no trace of his infamous smirk, but a real smile.
He reached his hand slowly out to hers, and he heard her hold her breath. Then she felt it.
He handed her the parchment, but didn't let go of it.
"Here." He whispered in her ear. Then he calmly walked back to his seat, smiling to himself. He had just taken her breath away. He knew it. And he hadn't even touched her.
"Thanks." She said quietly, as if she didn't fully trust her voice.
Draco picked up his book and began to flip through the pages once again.
Hermione's POV
Hermione could see him watching her from the corner of his eye. She was slightly shaken from her close encounter with the blonde boy sitting diagonal from her, as she continued to shyly opened the parchment.
Congratulations to: Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy
You have been chosen, by the staff at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, based on your grades and participation in classes over the last three years, to fill the prestigious position of Head Girl and Head Boy.
These positions give you special privileges. Such as; private room and bath and extended curfew. But you also have responsibilities. First of which is to give instruction to the new prefects. Hand out a copy of 'Prefect: Code and Conduct' to each of the prefects, and send them to monitor the other students.
Hermione heard the door slide open and looked up. She saw a small group of fifth years enter slowly, admiring the ornate design of the beautiful compartment.
Then she felt the train slowly lurch forward, slowly gaining speed.
Head Girl and Head Boy are to stay in the compartment until you arrive at Hogsmead.
You also have private transportation to the castle
When you enter the great hall, sit at your house tables. Remain in the great hall after the feast to receive formal instruction from a staff member, and be shown to the Head Students Common.
I hope your seventh year is the best, remember that it is also your last. Don't be afraid to take risks, because this might be your last chance.
Best wishes,
Albus Dumbledore
Hogwarts Head Master
Order of Merlin, First Class
Hermione re-folded the letter neatly. She looked up at the 8 nameless fifth years sitting in front of her. They all wore shiny prefects badges proudly on their chests. She stood up next to Draco and counted heads.
"Are we all here?" she asked.
Draco eyed her and held up another piece of parchment. On it were the four houses, and two names under each one.
"First, introduction. I am Draco Malfoy, I am the Head Boy this year. And this-" he smiles broadly and motioned toward Hermione, "is Ms. Granger, she is the Head Girl-"
Draco's POV
"Okay then..." Hermione said, reading the list.
"Raise your hand when we call your name." Draco continued.
"From Hufflepuff, we have Eleanor Branstone," Hermione read, and a small blonde girl raised her hand. "and Owen Caldwell." A thin lanky boy, with almond shaped eyes raised his hand from his side lazily.
Malfoy read the next two names on the list (Orla Quirke and Stewart Ackerly from Ravenclaw.) He got responses from a chubby read head girl, and an even larger brunette boy.
"From Slytherin, Danielle Barret and Adrian Avery." Malfoy continued. No one raised their hands, but Malfoy seemed to acknowledge their presence none the less.
Hermione read from the list once again. "Gryffindor, Mara McSilvan, and Drew Dodson." A tan, brunette girl of medium build, and a tall, slim boy with golden wavy hair raised their hands respectfully.
"Thank you." Hermione continued. "We have a book on Code and Conduct for prefects. Read it, and remember it. These are the rules that you will follow if you want to keep your position as prefect. Basically, what the book is, is a list of your duties, along with schedules for patrolling the halls. There is also a list of-"
Malfoy interrupted her mid sentence. "Our job is to give them the books, not read the book to them."
Giggles and stifled laughs were audible through out the compartment.
"Yeah, okay." She said as she took the seat closest to her. She crossed her arms and legs and glared up at Malfoy.
He bent down and picked up a parcel from underneath one of the benches. He unwrapper the package to reveal eight well sized books.
"Catch." Malfoy said as he began to toss the books over his shoulder, being caught one by one by all of the prefects. "Read them later. Right now, go supervise the other students."
He spoke with such authority that the students where out the door the second he had dismissed them, or maybe they were just really anxious to leave. Either way, he was left alone. Alone with Hermione.
A/N: Hey, Hey!! This was the first chapter of Someday I will. Please ReadReview!! PLEASE! Flames are welcome... although I hope there isn't a need for them... sorry about any grammar/spelling errors there might be... I'm not great with that... so I think I might need someone to edit it- if anyone wants to volunteer, e-mail me at and we'll talk about it!
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