Cheery-O's
Summary: Draco and Hermione and their typical romance. Draco the sex god of Hogwarts, and Hermione the usual and ever so innocent. Once again they're both head boy and head girl and the many obstacles bring them closer than they expect. 7th year.
HE was seeing things.
He pouted angrily and stomped down the corridor, while his father watched from the study, a smirk evident on his face.
"Draco," the little boy swung around to face his father, his face visibly brightening.
"Father! Papa!" the boy now a small lump of black robe and blond hair was whizzing toward his father, who looked amused, all the same. He caught his 5 year old son in his arms and chuckled softly.
Lucifer meant devil. So who thought that Lucius Malfoy would have a son? A happy-go-lucky always-on- the-go type? Who thought that the cold blood thirsty villain would have a loving, sweet wife?
But most of all who would of expected him to die?
All of a sudden, the bouncy blonde boy on his fathers lap, his Huffing mother in the doorway and the calm serene beauty of the study he in visioned vanished into thin air. That was no longer reality.
"Draco, hurry or we will be late!"
The teen yelped and fell out of his bed. Silk green sheets pooling around his naked body. He groaned as he got up. Small pools of light were shining through the curtains. His muscles rippled as he walked across the room and into his closet. He pulled out his favorite robe which he quickly grabbed before walking into his own rich bathroom. He carelessly threw it on the ground before walking passed the large tub, and into what was like an empty room. Mist covered his body as he walked to the corner of the room were water poured out of the wall and onto his body.
He smiled softly looking at the room. It was not plain. It was neatly decorated to look like he was out side at a hot spring. It made him feel relaxed. He muttered a cleansing spell and washed his body and hair. He dried himself off with a fluffy warm towel, before standing infront of his mirror, still butt naked. He smirked at himself.
Over the summer he had toned his muscles to the point that each muscle on his body was defined. He arrogantly combed his fingers through his hair before putting on his robe and stalking down the stairs in the mansion that looked like a castle. He made his way to the kitchen and saw his mother waiting for him. Flashing her a reassuring grin he took the floo powder and they made their way to Kings cross station.
Hermione let out a exasperated sigh. Her summer was alas over, though that was not necessarily a bad thing for she could, once again see her best of friends, Ron and Harry. She had been slightly upset that she was not able to meet them at the burrow but it didn't really matter now. She was at platform 9 and 3/4. She lugged toward the train strenuously dragging her bags. She silently thanked her genes for being comfortable and flexible. She probably would have tripped and fallen off the platform if she hadn't.
She let out a exasperated sigh as she boarded the train with her luggage and hauled it into the nearest compartment. She found herself slipping her hand into her pocket and take out her prized "head girl" badge. She sat down and waited for Harry and Ron to arrive while she examined the badge. She heard the compartment door suddenly slam open.
"Dammit this ones full t-Look at that, Granger sitting alone,"
Hermione heard the distinct voice of Draco Malfoy and judging by that high pitched pig like squeal of laughter, Pansy was accompanying him.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione snapped.
She saw the obvious large smirk across his face as he began to answer.
"Well Pansy and I were just looking for a place to shag...I guess this will do fine,"
and to Hermione's utter horror and disgust he barged into the compartment and started to kiss Pansy wildly. She gagged when she saw two tongues fooling around outside of the mouth and quickly left the room.
Poor Hermione came upon this encounter three more times. Each time she found a spot in the train were she could be alone, none other than Malfoy, would barge in claiming he had to shag, always bringing in someone new. And on the fourth time to Hermione's utter horror, Draco had decided to shag right infront of the door. She found herself practically screaming when Draco had pulled of the girls robe and bra, and was now lightly sucking on her nipple.
After screaming repeatedly at Draco, Hermione had finally been set free, and was now running around looking for Harry and Ron.
They had shot up when they heard the door ram open, and were shocked to see Hermione explode through the door into the compartment looking unusually pale.
"'MIONE!!!" She greeted them as happily as she could still shocked and grossed out by Malfoy's behavior.
"What's wrong?" Ron.
She shook her head quietly.
"I'm fine," she said.
"Did something happen?"
"No!"
"Was it Malfoy?"
Hermione let out a choking noise, doing her best not to puke.
"Looks like you hit a sore spot weasly,"
All three heads shot up to see Draco standing in the doorway, sniggering lightly. His eyes roamed around party of three, weasel and Potty hadn't changed a bit. His eyes came to land on Hermione for the fifth time during the train ride. Once again his breath caught in his throat. She had changed. She looked innocent and pure, she looked gentle and kind. She looked beautiful to say the least. Of course, that didn't change the fact that she was a mud-blood and deserved no more than to be his slave. He saw what she was wearing. Muggles! They were just plain freaks. Just like her.
He finally looked away from Hermione and Sneered.
"What did you do Malfoy?"
He smirked.
"Nothing really."
He left.
Soon after the Malfoy incident, the train arrived at Hogwarts. Children filed out of the train and were now plopping themselves onto the carriages. Hermione found herself sitting on a carriage that looked oddly like a furry white ball with spider legs, she watched in curiosity as it made a small screeching noise when Harry got on, but she soon dismissed the point when she saw Ron scamper off in fear and quickly went to retreive him.
The great hall was still as beautiful as ever, Hermione looked up at the magical ceiling that had shimmering stars all over, the clear dark illuminated by the thousands of stars, and the floating candles all over the room. There was that dark orangish romantic light that illuminated the hall, even though there was no light source besides the candles, and stars, which had no possibility of making so much light. She seated herself in her usual place at the Gryffindor table and watched as many of the other students sat down around her. Ron and Harry on the opposite sides of her and Ginny right across.
Draco watched as Dumbledoor stood from his seat. Clinking his glass so he could get attention. He watched as the headmaster proceeded to greet the new first years talk about the forbidden forest and finally introduce the head boy and girl. He smirked as Granger was pulled up to the stage, he had the greatest urge to watch her ever since he had first seen her on the platform wearing her ridiculous muggle wear.
It was his turn now.
"And our chosen Head boy is...Draco Malfoy!"
He smirked.
PERFECT.
Hermione's jaw dropped. Malfoy? DRACO MALFOY? SHE HAD TO LIVE AND WORK WITH DRACO MALFOY? What was that stupid boy up to anyway? With that arrogant conceited smirk and that graceful walk and his hair wasn't gelled back for once. The worst part was, that the smirk was centered on HER.
after standing infront of the student body for about an hour, waiting for them to calm down, Malfoy happily sauntered down back to his seat. Who would of thought that he would get Head boy? He loved the look on Potty and Granger's face when he was announced. And much to his disappointment, weasel was to busy stuffing his face.
A week later Hermione and Draco were still on bad terms. Draco's constant teasing of mudblood whore and Hermione's angry replies became more and more worse, and whenever she tried to act nice or at least civil, Draco flashed her a disgusted look. Every night she was kept awake by the screaming coming from Draco's room, one girl after the next, and eventually she put a locking spell of her doors, because almost every girl ran into her room naked after a round with the stupid git, Malfoy. She knew they were doing it to peeve her. They all thought she was an lame, ugly girl that kept her face crammed in a book.
The Christmas ball was coming up soon and she had to plan the decorations with Malfoy (much to her dismay), and every time she tried to talk to him he completely ignored her and stomped off somewhere.
Hermione angrily stomped out of her room, fuming. Every thing was going so stressful this week. The decoration plans were due in just three days, and Draco wouldn't help her at all.
THUMP!
She walked into Draco, making out with his pick of the week. HE whirled around furiously as Hermione clumsily stumbled back. The Ravenclaw girl he was snogging huffed and disappeared out of the Head's common room.
"God dammit Granger!"
She wasn't in the mood.
"Sorry"
"sorry my fucking ass Mudblood!"
Hermione's head shot up to greet Draco's angry cold gaze.
Hermione angrily threw the closest thing she could find right at Malfoy, which happened to be her mug, and stomped back up to her room and slammed it shut.
Fortunately for Malfoy, the cup barely missed his face, and flew past him and crashed right into the wall.
Unfortunately for Malfoy, he stepped back in shock, slipped on a fairly large piece of Hermione's mug, and his back went crashing right into the sharp rubble. He let out a cry of pain as the glass cut his skin. He winced as he used a cleaning spell to get rid of the glass on the floor, now mixed with his blood, and threw off his robe and shirt. He didn't want to go to madame Pomphry. She always gave him something that made him feel worse.
"Fuck" what was he going to do?
At that moment Hermione came stomping once again into the common room. She stopped when she saw his back and gasped. His back was bleeding and was covered in large cuts all over.
Instantly she was at his side telling Draco to calm down, who by the way was more calm than Hermione who was currently panicking before him.
"I'll be right back!!!!" She was out as fast as she came in.
Draco watched Hermione's quickly retreating figure as she ran up the stairs to her dorm. Even though she was yelling at him for being an ass about five seconds before, the way she had looked at him when she saw him hurt, made Draco feel wanted and cared. She looked so beautiful and captivating even when she was panicked and worried. She was definatly pretty for a Mudblood.
Hermione grabbed her first aid kit as fast as she could. She ran down the stairs to see Draco curiously watching her as she opened her kit and began to pull out wraps and bandages. He peered closer when she pulled out rubbing alcohol in a dark brownish bottle.
"Is that potion?" he asked curious to what the liquid substance was.
"Something like it," she answered.
Hermione retrieved a bowl of water and a small cloth and began to clean his cuts. She blushed slightly as she saw draco's well toned muscles ripple under her touch. She shivered slightly as she suddenly noticed how perfect Draco Malfoy was. She grabbed a cotton pad, after cleaning off the blood from his wounds, and poured some of the disinfectant onto the wad. She began to apply it, and Draco let out a cry. She murmured a quick apology and continued to apply it to his cuts. Finally she applied the bandages to Draco's back.
"Thanks..."
Hermione just shrugged.
"Nothing really, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have thrown anything at you."
"it's nothing..."
Draco was watching Hermione who was currently looking at his... An evil grin spread across Draco's face.
"Something wrong Granger?" His smirk got wider when he didn't answer.
"Granger,"
"Huh? Oh sorry!" a blush was visible on Hermione's cheeks. Draco couldn't deny that she looked really cute.
"Umm... so...wanna start working on the Christmas ball?"
Draco smiled and nodded. Over the next couple of weeks, Hermione and Draco became closer and friendlier to each other. They where on better terms, though not so much as to greeting each other in the halls in a friendly fashion, but more like helping each other with homework.
They had both managed to finish the planning for the Christmas ball at the last minute and turn it into Dumbledoor. Though they were both quiet proud of their own job planning.
Hermione was still engrossed in reading and learning and Draco still had the tendency to say arrogant things, but that was all natural. Their growing relationship was the only thing that changed, as well as both Hermione and Draco's true feelings, each stronger than they planned to ever show.