Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. But Draco is mine!!!
Alright. I got this idea from ABC of You and Me by Queen of Lunacy. BEWARE! In this, people are OOC (Out Of Character) and Ron has a twin sister Jessamine, but Ginny's still here. And Bellatrix had a son, Perseus Daniel Lestrange. Who has dark black hair, but other than is exactly like Draco. Set in their 7th year. Enjoy the story.
Chapter 1:
A is for Angst
Hermione sat at her kitchen table. A bowl of cheerios sat in front of her, waiting to be eaten as she chewed peacefully on her first bite. She seemed completely at ease and relaxed. Her hair looked as though she had just showered. It fell in messy and unorganized curls around her shoulders. It was just barely on the verge of bushy and wet, and she had trouble keeping it behind her ear as she attempted to eat her cereal. Finally she sighed and pulled her hair back, giving into the bushy thickness of her hair.
Realizing she hadn't eaten fast enough, she threw the mushy cheerios away, unable to eat them. She ran upstairs and grabbed her wand, thinking she might as well have fun before she left for the Burrow. She was gonna be there a week and no way was Molly gonna let her use her wand the whole time. She waved her wand in front of her and instead of the dark purple towel she'd previously had on, she now wore a black tank top, and the dark brown shorts she had seen in the store the day before. She smiled as she admired her work in the mirror and decided it was time to take a wand to her hair. She took a deep breath closed her eyes and imagined the hair she wanted. And when she opened her eyes it was there. Medium length with a nice red tint to it. It was still thick, but manageable. It now had a nice organized wave to it, and a little wild, just-got-off-a-broom look to it. She loved it.
She waved her wand at a stereo and Undead by Hollywood Undead, came blasting through the speakers. Grinning wickedly, she danced while she applied a little bit of make up. She changed her eye color swiftly. She was bored with brown hair, brown eyes, innocent girl that she had been the past 6 years. Now she was the brunette with the green eyes that wasn't gonna take shit from no one. Taking a last look in the mirror she smiled at her work, and then walked to the kitchen. She grabbed a water bottle and was about to retrieve her car keys when she saw it out of the corner of her eyes. The tawny bird that was perched just outside her window was staring at her with a determined look. She sighed and walked to the window and opened it. The owl flew to the table and held out it's leg, showing her the letter attached to it. She quickly untied the letter from his leg and found him a snack to eat on the counter. He grabbed his treat and flew out the window. Hermione opened the letter and recognized the lettering that announced a letter from Hogwarts.
She opened it, and realized it was her O.W.L.'s. Hermione closed her eyes in prayer and then opened the letter. She found her grades were... alright. Ten Outstandings, and Exceeds Expectations at D.A.D.A. She wasn't disappointed. She was ecstatic. This meant she could do basically whatever she wanted. Then she felt the extra weight in the envelope. She thought that maybe it was the normal school letter, but in the back of her head she knew that wasn't it. She held the envelope upside down and held her hand out for whatever was in there. The letter started to come out, and then came the badge she knew was hers. Head Girl was imprinted on the front and Hermione beamed. She opened up the letter. It mentioned her responsibilities and what she was required to do, when the occasion called for it. It told her where her new room was located, and the password and that she would be rooming with the Head Boy. There was one more paragraph, and it probably wasn't important so Hermione ignored and crunched the letter together. She smiled, grabbed her keys and headed for her car to take a nice drive.
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Draco rolled over and groaned as the light attacked his sleeping eyes. His dream had been weird. Granger had played a major role, and the content hadn't been entirely desirable to him. And no matter what he thought of, he couldn't get the annoying dream out of his mind. Sighing he decided to give up on it, and just flicked his wand to his stereo. He could barely hear the music, so he cranked it up a few notches, which he realized was a mistake a few minutes later. The bag pipes that defined the song blasted through the speakers and he nodded his head to the beat of the song. Yes, Draco Malfoy listened to the Braveheart soundtrack, and enjoyed it. The song was over quickly, and he smiled as another familiar movie song empowered the speakers. He hummed the tune as he got dressed, and found himself looking at the mirror in content. He smiled as the words just barely escaped his lips, "Go on and, Kiss The Girl." He smiled at the irony, flicked his wand at the stereo and it turned off. He hated leaving music on if he wasn't gonna listen to it.
He strolled downstairs with his infamous smirk planted firmly on his face. He was prepared for anything his idiotic father could spit out. And of course the moment Draco's foot touched the floor, Lucius' slippery voice sounded from inside the kitchen. "Draco. Come here." Lucius was furious, Draco could tell by his attempt at calm and polite tones. And however he may attempt Lucius wasn't a calm or polite person. Draco lazily walked into the kitchen, and leaned against the door frame, gazing at his father in a bored fashion. "Sit." Was the only word he dared utter at this point in time. Draco sat down and looked to his father waiting for the argument that was to ensue. Lucius glanced at his son, trickery gleaming in his gray eyes. Draco noticed this gleam and narrowed his eyes.
"You're not mad." It was a statement. Lucius shook his head and pointed at the envelope Draco realized was sitting in front of him. It was from Hogwarts. Draco opened it hurriedly, and grabbed the parchment that was on top. It was his O.W.L.'s. Draco glanced cautiously at his father, who was watching him intensely. Draco breathed in deeply and then opened them. Draco smiled and handed the piece of paper to his father, who beamed brightly at the paper. 9 O.W.L.'s?! Draco thought wildly to himself. He had aced every single one of his classes. He this meant he could go on to be... he shoved the thought from his mind. He couldn't be that. But his father looked intently at Draco and coughed, as if he had something to say. Draco stopped his staring match with the table, and looked at his father waiting for the words to come.
"I know of your career options." Lucius started out. Draco furrowed his brow, wondering where this was going. "The Dark Lord was defeated three years ago. And I don't care if he comes back or not, I want you to do what you want to do. Regardless of our family history. Be what you want to be. Not what you should be." Lucius said smiling at his son. Draco looked at Lucius in surprise. Can this be? Is he pulling my string? Draco's mind buzzed with questions and ideas as to why his father was acting this way, but in the end, Draco had a resolve. His father truly wanted him to do what he wanted with his life. But Draco knew even though he could do what he wanted, he couldn't be with who he wanted. His father would never let him choose who he wanted.
Then Draco noticed there was more in the envelope. There was the usual letter from Hogwarts reminder about school supplies, and then another letter. And inside it the badge he never expected to get. The Head Boy badge. Draco took it out, and his father looked at him with a surprised look. Head Boy? Seriously? Why me? Draco thought as he admired the shiny new badge. He pulled out the letter and read it thoroughly. He reread the last paragraph a thousand times, his eyes widening more each time he read it.
Congratulations on the appointment and we recommend for you to arrive a week early so that you and the Head Girl may prepare and become acquainted with each other. It is not necessary however, as I am writing this personally and it is not just a format made thousands of years ago, I feel you should most definitely come a week early. Your opposite as Head Girl is Hermione Granger, of Gryffindor. Should you feel you are unable to cooperate I suggest you learn how in the week you have before school. Many prefects will be looking to you for instruction and leadership. So please be nice to each other.
Best of Wishes
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts School Of Witch Craft and Wizardry
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Hermione came back from her drive and found the letter again. She read it all the way through this time. She sat down and found herself staring at nothing in particular. She couldn't believe this. Malfoy? Draco Malfoy!? He was to be Head Boy?! What were they thinking? He was absolutely awful, and cruel to everyone who wasn't a Slytherin. Hermione found herself completely forgetting the worst part. She had to share quarters with him... Hermione found herself thinking about that all of a sudden. She almost fainted, and she could barely breathe. She put a hand to her chest, and the other grasped the table, hoping for some stability. This is going to be an interesting year. Hermione scolded herself for saying such a thing. Interesting was an understatement and would definitely not describe what was to ensue. Hermione sat at the empty kitchen table thinking about how this year would turn out and how it was to end.
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Draco stared in disbelief, shock and stupidity at the letter. He handed it to his father, who read it once. "This is dreadful!" Draco moaned as he let his head fall into his hands. Lucius watched his son with a wicked smile worthy of the Wicked Witch of the West.* "Positively dreadful." Lucius said sarcastically. Draco either didn't hear his father or didn't catch the sarcastic tone. He moaned again about how terrible this was. Lucius knew many things his son didn't know he knew. And a plan, that he had no control over, was forming in his head. He could see what would happen. He would see how things would eventually turn in the favor he wanted. Miss Granger, and Mr. Malfoy weren't going to like this, but it was gonna happen. It was most definitely inevitable.
Draco slid the badge back into the envelope, along with the letters, and brought the whole thing upstairs. He closed his door and turned his stereo back on. The last note of the previous song held out and then the next song began. He wasn't even paying attention to what song it was, just thinking of how terrible this year was going to be. And then he heard it. The song.
"Fervid as a flame. Does it have a name?
Yes! Loathing! Unadulterated loathing!
For your face, your voice, your clothing!
Let's just say, I loathe it all!
Every little thing however small,
Makes my very flesh begin to crawl.
With simple utter loathing,
There's a strange exhileration.
With total detestation,
It's so pure, it's so strong!
Though I do admit it came on fast,
Still I do believe that it can last.
And I will be loathing,
Loathing you my whole life long!"
Draco smirked again at the irony of his music. First I dream of kissing her, and making her mine forever. Then in reality, I'm forced to share quarters with her. Am I psychic or what?
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The anxiety built up inside of Hermione and the apprehension flooded her mind. And one word entered her mind. At that same time Draco thought of the upcoming year and it's imminent surprises in store for him and Granger. His mind flooded with scenes of fights and feelings of mistrust, disgust, and ironically, loathing. Draco thought that there should be a word for what he was thinking and there was. What is this feeling? The two teenagers asked themselves and one word entered their mind. Angst.
*Don't tell me that's not awesome alliteration! Seriously! Hahaha so many w's!
A/N: Alright I hope you enjoyed it! Whoever can name the song will get kudos in the next chapter! Please Review! It's not hard! Even if it's a smiley face or commanding that I update soon I will LOVE YOU forever! Until next time!
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