A/N- Hello guys! another Dramione! YAY!
A NEW YEAR present for all of you
I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER
'Hermione, are you ready?' Oliver shouted.
'Just a sec Ollie!' She said while putting on her earrings. She grabbed her silver heels from the chair and put them on. After putting some finishing touches, she looked at her reflection.
In the mirror, she saw a beautiful young woman. She still could not believe two years had passed since they had defeated Voldemort. They were just young teenagers, running and fighting to defeat one of the most powerful and evil wizard of all times.
Time really flew by. She could still remember the day when Harry, Ron and she escaped from Bill's reception like it was yesterday. Being on run, placing tents, cooking and eating mushrooms, keeping watch at night, being tortured, burying dobby, breaking in Gringotts and escaping on a dragon (she chuckled at that), going back to Hogwarts, killing Horcruxes and then the final battle. No, it didn't feel like two years had gone by.
'Hermione, we are getting late.' Came the voice of her boyfriend and her train of thoughts broke. She looked in the mirror once more and then went downstairs to Oliver.
He was looking handsome in his suit. She straightened his bow tie and he smiled, placing a kiss on her lips.
They met at last year's gala celebrating the death of Voldemort and end of 2nd wizarding war. She went with Harry and Ron. The three of them were the centre of attention. After speeches and dinner, she went outside on terrace to get fresh air when she saw him.
She walked out the door, a glass of champagne in her hand. She walked towards the railing of the terrace when she spotted someone was there. She walked up to the person and when he turned back she smiled.
'Oliver Wood! Long time no see.' She greeted her once crush.
'Hermione Granger, the war heroine. A pleasure!' he said with a smirk and she rolled her eyes at him, playfully, and swatted his arm.
'Oliver, you know me better than that. I'm still the same old Hermione who fixed Harry's glass problem in a quidditch game.' She said taking a sip of her drink.
'Well, who I see now is much more than that girl I knew in school. This is a beautiful and very intelligent woman, who looks breathtaking by the way!' he complimented her and she blushed.
And that was the start of something
'Shall we go?' he asked extending his hand.
'We shall!' she said and held his hand.
They apparated to the venue and it was breathtaking. The gala was held in a palace and it was decorated brilliantly. The gardens were lit with little fairy lights floating everywhere. The path leading to the entrance was shining like a glittering carpet. And the palace was decorated with lights and fairy dust; it looked enchanting.
She entered the palace with Oliver and as they entered, she gasped. The ceiling was enchanted to look like a night sky. But what was truly special was that fine golden fairy dust was falling from above like snow and disappearing just above their heads.
She smiled broadly and walked in further, searching for her friends. She soon spotted Harry in a discussion with some Ministry official and looked like he needed some saving. She excused herself from Oliver and headed towards Harry.
As soon as the officials saw her, they started praising her too. She politely excused herself and Harry.
'Thank goodness Hermione! You are an angel! I was going to go mad with their praises.' Harry smiled at her in relief and hugged her.
'You are welcome! By the way, where is Ron? I couldn't find him.' She asked.
'Oh, didn't you get his owl. He is down with flu. Looks like he won't be here with us to share the overload of praises.' Harry said and she smiled.
After the war, it took Ron and Her almost 6 months to get their best friend back. And it was so good to see him smiling and joking instead of mourning and blaming himself for everyone's death.
'Looks like that.' She said.
'Where is Oliver?' he questioned.
'Oh, he just went to meet some of his friends while I rescued you.' She said and he gave her a big smile.
After dinner, time came for speeches. Kingsley went first and congratulated everyone. He spoke about bravery and loyalty. About how you should be true to yourself and never lose faith.
When he finished, the crowd broke in applause.
After the applause died down, Heads of magic departments came and gave speeches.
Just before Harry's speech though, something happened. The thing made Hermione turn as white as a sheet. Draco Malfoy came to the podium.
'Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Unfortunately, Head of International Cooperation Department Mr. Nell Kelson is caught up with some important business and couldn't attend the celebration. He has sent me instead and asked me to speak a few words on his behalf.' Everyone was listening with rapt attention to Draco Malfoy.
The press was having a field day and the snaps of camera could be heard loudly in the silent hall.
'Tonight, we gather to celebrate the 2nd anniversary of the end of the 2nd wizarding war. We are gathered here to celebrate our victory. And it is a great thing that we have actually won. There are some victories that are forced, some where we win but don't actually win. But no we all truly appreciate this one. I can say this with so much of confidence because I have witnessed the change. To put it more bluntly, I am one of the change.'
'As you all may know, I was a death eater. I was forced to join a war at such a young age, we all were. But, I made all the wrong choices. Some of us, like one of my friend, Harry, was brave enough to make the right one. And thank you for doing that and saving my ass.' Everyone laughed at that, but not Hermione. She was still rooted to her spot.
'The war made me realize my mistakes, and many other had the same realization too. And then together, we became the change we all wanted to be. Together, we changed the world. So I would like to thank you all of you for your contribution to this victory. And I would also like to pay respect to all those brave souls that sacrificed themselves. This would not have been possible without them and you all. So congratulations! And enjoy this party. We bloody earned it!' the hall broke in a round of applause which seemed to go on for few minutes.
Hermione's eyes followed him. He was being congratulated and appreciated. For a second his gaze flickered to hers. And when their eyes met, it burned. It was like her whole body was on fire. She wanted some fresh air, no, she needed it.
She excused herself and went outside. Oliver's worried eyes followed her till she disappeared and then his gaze flickered back to Malfoy. He knew something had happened between those two. He just knew there was something and it bloody hurt him that Hermione never told him anything about it.
Hermione ran to one of the benches in garden as she came out of the hall, memories of that summer, haunting her.
'Granger, I am tired of your pitiful looks. I don't need your pity.' He said.
'Will you stop being a git? It was your mother's funeral Malfoy. I respected her for what she did for Harry and you. So if you would just drop the act.' She snapped at him in the Hogwarts corridor.
'Whatever happened, it was none of your business. So get the hell out of it.' He shouted at her.
'No need to be such an arse. I am just asking you to share it because I can see how it is eating you inside out.' She yelled.
'Oh! So now you notice how fucked up I am. Right, earlier you were too busy shagging weasly.' He mocked her.
'That was totally uncalled for.' She said and he snapped again.
'You want to know how my mother died, so hear the truth then. When I failed to kill professor Dumbledore, he got so angry that he cursed my mother. That fucking vile hypocrite bastard cursed my mother, right in front of my eyes. And she didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve to die. She bloody helped Potter save the fucking world and then she died because of a curse. So now, if your curiosity has been sated, then fuck off.' He shouted and punched the wall.
'Malfoy.' She shouted in fright.
'Why the hell can't you leave me alone and go celebrate your victory with your fucking friends?' he yelled.
'There is no need to take your anger out on me.' She shouted and now they were both quite close. Their breathing was rugged and both were glaring at each other.
And then he did something which no one would have ever predicted.
He kissed her, deep and hard.
For a second she froze but then her hands automatically went to his hair and she was kissing him back ferociously. He pushed her back to the wall and continued kissing her while his hands were roaming and feeling every inch of her body.
She was lost in the sensation. His kiss was like fire and his touch was like spark. It ignited every part of her body. She ripped his shirt open and started to feel his firm torso.
He groaned in her mouth and pushed her further in the wall, kissing and sucking and biting on the skin of her neck. He pulled her leg and around his hip, causing her dress to hike up. His hands roamed her body freely and vice versa.
Soon they were shouting their climax off and then they separated. They fixed their clothes all the while panting. His hairs were mused up and her lips were looking thoroughly ravished. He looked at her with his fiery gaze and then walked off, leaving her to comprehend, what the fucking hell just happened.
At last she broke down in sobs. She didn't care if she was ruining her make up or her halter neck silver gown. She was crying remembering one memory after another.
'What the hell are you doing here?' she asked when she saw Draco Malfoy on her doorsteps.
'I came to apologize.' He said handing her a bouquet of flowers.
She invited him in her house and put the flowers in a vase. She turned around to find him looking suspiciously yet curiously at her laptop. She smiled.
'It doesn't bite, you know.' She said and sat down and then he did as well.
'Uh… yeah, I knew that.' He said and she laughed.
'It is a laptop, Malfoy. It is a muggle electronic device used for various functions. It is not some monster.' She said with a smirk.
'Well, Granger, I uh… I wanted to… to apologize.' He said and she raised one of her eyebrows at him.
'I was a git all these years. I bullied you and your friends. I was a jerk that day too. So I wanted to apologize for being such a jerk. I took all the frustration out on you and your friends. It was not necessary. I mean weasly did deserve it most of the times but you and Potter, I am truly sorry.' He said with genuine emotion in his eyes.
Hermione's breath hitched when she saw his so open and so vulnerable. She was so used to seeing him all confident and sure of himself that she was knocked off for a few minutes.
'It's ok Malfoy. If you are ready to change then I am very happy. I hope Mrs. Malfoy is proud of you, wherever she is.' She said and he smiled.
'Thanks for accepting my apology.' He said.
'It is not a problem Malfoy. But keep in mind that if this apology is for earning brownie points for another time, then you are mistaken. You'll have to work harder.' She said playfully.
'Ohk… So how about a date? Let me take you on one and then you can decide whether it's worth it.' He said.
'You look stunning!' he exclaimed as he saw her.
'You don't look bad yourself Mr. Malfoy.' She said taking his extended hand.
'Well, a Malfoy is genetically gifted with good looks.' He winked at her and she laughed.
'So where are we going?' she asked.
'Paris.'
'Paris!?' Why are we going to Paris?' she asked.
'For our date.' He said pulling her closer.
'It's our first date Draco. Would you have had any problem picking a low-key place?' she asked.
'Oh my queen, Malfoys never do anything low-key, didn't you know?' he asked playfully for which he got a swat on his arm.
'That is my favorite quill Hermione.' He shouted across the room.
'Catch me and you'll get it.' She said and began running. Draco got up and tried to catch her. She was quick on feet but Draco's longer stride helped him in eventually catching her. He took the quill from her hand and kept on table and then pulled her close to him.
'Did I ever tell you that you look absolutely wonderful in my clothes?' he asked tugging at his shirt that she was wearing.
'A hundred times maybe.' She said innocently after pretending to think.
'And did I ever tell you that you look absolutely ravishing when I take it off?' he said pinning her to the bed and taking the shirt off her.
He started kissing her and soon turned to a night full of love making.
She buried her head in her lap when her sobs subsided.
'You need a glass.' She heard this and froze for a moment. When she looked up her emotions filled her again.
Looking in those silver eyes and hearing that voice again, brought back a number of memories. He offered her a glass of champagne that she accepted. His gaze was smoldering and she felt she would burn under his gaze; it was so intense.
'Remember the toast we made with champagne on that day?' he asked. His voice was low but clearly audible to her. A wave of new emotions overtook her.
How could she ever forget that day…
A/N- so yea, here it is. it won't be a long story. 3-5 chps at most. support to Paris victims too.
originally this was meant to be a one-shot but it will be a very long one-shot then.
And i have stayed up till 2 am writing this so yeah, i am hell tired. this much for now.
Happy new year to everyone.
i hope you enjoyed this! Please REVIEW and tell.
constructive criticism is welcome.
till next time, have fun!
Ciaos!