So yeah I had this inspiration for this story about Draco and Hermione. She has a secret she's not proud of. This is the first chapter and my first Dramione fic I've ever written. Um R&R please thanks! Oh and Sorry it's so short!
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My name is Hermione Jean Granger and I have a secret. It's not horribly terrible but I'm not proud of it. Why would I be the proud of it? This is the story of that secret.
It was Fifth year, the year Umbridge took over as Defense Against the Dark Arts and Headmaster, and everyone was stressing over our O.W.L. exams for they were only a little more than a fortnight away. I was in the library almost every chance I got by then. That's when he approached me.
"Mud- I mean Hermione right?" He asked walking up to me one night, a little shy but not quite.
"Draco Malfoy? Talking to a Mudblood like me? Careful a full blooded wizard like you should watch who he associates with." I sneered. Draco cracked a small smile.
"I wanted to ask you something, actually. Since you are and I quote, 'the greatest witch of our generation.'" He said a little less shy way and a little more like himself.
"Compliments won't get you anywhere. What do you want?" I asked looking back down at my Intermediate Transfiguration book.
"I was wondering if you'd help me. I know you're going to get at least 9 O. and I'm afraid I'm only going to get maybe three." He looked desperate.
"Oh my goodness. Draco Malfoy isn't going to get enough O. whatever will he do?" I laughed under my breath.
"No Hermione, I'm serious. I really need your help." He grabbed my hand and began groveling. I didn't pay enough attention to it to remember what exactly he said.
"Draco. Let go!" I pulled my hand away. "Now what is it you need help with?" I sighed pulling out my parchments and a satisfactory quill.
Draco smiled, "So you'll do it then?" He asked.
"I didn't say I was going to help I asked what it is you need help with. I don't want to start helping and find out that you need to learn Transfigurations all the way from first year." I replied simply.
Draco nodded understanding, "I need help in Care for Magical Creatures, Hagrid's a bloke; and History of Magic, who would let a ghost teach? I also need help with Potions." He counted them off on his fingers.
"Potions? You're Snape's favorite student!" I exclaimed a little too loudly for good measure.
"Being his favorite doesn't help me remember the recipe and results of Polyjuice Potion." Draco sat down at my desk. "Alright. I'll do it. By the way Polyjuice potion allows a human drinker to temporarily assume the form of another person." I smiled knowing all too well the effects of Polyjuice potion gone wrong.
"Yes! Thank you!" He cheered silently then leaned over and hugged me. I went as stiff as a stick and waited for him to release me. It didn't take long. When he realized what he had done he released me instantly and walked off very quickly. I was grateful for the moment to end as quickly as it had.
I went back to the library during both dinner and our free time after dinner. He waited for me there without me knowing he wanted to start right then. I was taken back by the sight of him sitting at a two person desk with sandwiches for us right after last hour, which for me was Ancient Runes.
"Hullo." He greeted me as I found him in the library near the door.
"Erm, hello Draco." I greeted back with a fake smile plastered on my face. The thing about me you should know is that I have a weakness for people who need help and I know Draco is one of them. Look at where he grew up, his father is a Death Eater and his aunt is Bellatrix Lestrange two people who could not have been good on his upbringing (not that Draco ever really met his aunt Bellatrix considering she was locked up in Azkaban since he was about a year old). He needed my help and how can I look at him knowing what I know about him and not help. Lucky for me.
"So what shall we work on first?" He asked pulling out some parchment and a quill.
"History of Magic, I suppose, since I need to study or that as well." I said pulling out my History of Magic book out of my bag.
"Professor Binns is a horrid teacher." Draco exclaimed pulling out his book as well.
"He drones, yes but he's not horrid. He just doesn't get to the point fast enough. I wasted six pieces of parchment last month on one of his lessons that wasn't even what he was teaching on. I was beyond furious." I confided. Ron and Harry would have laughed but Draco simply nodded not finding any humor in my anger.
We studied late the night before our O.W.L.s began. It was quiet except for the muttered charms Draco and I would whisper at each other while the other would have to perform it. It got pretty silly after a while when we would yell out nonsensical charms that we had never practiced before. It was nearly nine when we left.
"Well, thanks Hermione. I might do well now, all because of you." Draco said when we were at the door to exit the library.
"No it's not because of me. You're very smart but you overestimate yourself. You think it'll come naturally but it doesn't. Magic is a practice and reward system. But you're welcome, anyway." I said with a smile.
At that second he leaned in and pressed his pale, pure blooded lips to mine. I pulled away quickly about to say something but Malfoy had already ran out the door.
I sighed and left the library after him.