FULL SUMMARY: Hermoine comes across Draco being bullied by a few other Hogwart students. After standing up for him and quickly leaving when Draco shows how completely ungrateful he is, Draco seeks out Hermione and tells her that he'll somehow pay her back, and that she can come to him when she thinks of something. This all occurs before Hermione finds out Ron's chosen some other girl over her. She might just take Draco up on his offer, and use him to cover her lies of moving on, and make Ron jealous. He said anything right?
Wow, I usually write fanfics for anime. I'm writing one about Harry Potter, yay! :D k, so I'm totally in love with Dramione. I watched the last Harry Potter movie and afterwards realized I never watched the first ones. Only like one or two, but not the whole series. Sooo, I downloaded the movies and seriously, DRACO MALFOY. 'NUFF SAID, MK .
In this story, Draco and Hermione are 15. Okay, I know they're a bit young for lemons (if i even decide to put any) but honestly, I know that kids expierment at this age. Don't flame. Also, let's pretend Ron met Lavender already and [SPOILER] Draco's not a death eater. He's just a jerk and a bully, okay. Also, Draco looks like he did in the goblet of fire, you don't really have to go look at him in the movie, I'll write sometimes that his hair is gel'd back or just combed to the side so you get the idea of what his hair looks like. Hermoine, just looks like herself because she doesn't really change LOL. Also, some OOC in this story, mostly on Draco's part. But really, we can't get him and Hermione to fall in love if he always acts like a douche bag, can we? enjoy (:
Chapter One
Hermione walked down the quiet hallway. She gazed up at the walls, the dark night sky pouring in through the grand windows lining her path. The peaceful scenery bringing her into her tired mind, and stirring her thoughts.
She had just returned from detention, detention for nothing, it seemed. The only thing she had done was be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Served her right though, for hanging out with Harry and Ron when they were planning to sneak out of the dorms and practice spells. Spells from the book they wanted to borrow from Hermione, who had to sneak out as well so she could give the book to them.
She was just about to leave but Ron wasted no time in trying out a spell and of course, failed and caused an explosion, along with a loud sound which brought Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore front and center in no time.
Just as expected, detention was served, to all three of them. For disturbing the peace and being out of their dorms after the school hours. Well, at least she was guilty for being out of her dorm room. Not a completely unfair accusation. Guess that's what she got for being nice, and doing a favor for Harry and Ron.
'That is the last time I help Ron and Harry in their shenanigans.' She mentally agreed, sighing loudly and continuing her walk to the Gryffindor dorms. She was about to round a corner to get to the forever changing stairs. She was just ready to go to sleep, and forget about detention. Besides, it washer last day, after serving it for three days.
As soon as she rounded the corner, she looked up and immediately her eyes widened at an unexpected scene and she quickly and quietly walked backwards, ducking behind the edge. She pressed her back up against the wall, sliding against it and peeking around the corner.
Three boys, wearing Gryffindor colored ties and robes surrounded one boy. Hermione peeked out further and saw in a crack between the boys that it was a Slytherin, due to the dark green material showing underneath the dark black robe. More specifically, bright blonde hair told her it was none other than Draco Malfoy. He seemed to be the only one strutting about Hogwarts these days with that shade of blonde hair.
Something was off though. Draco seemed to be cornered by only three boys, one of his left and one on his right. The other boy directly in front of him. She was sure Draco wasn't so weak as to be a victim to bullies. This was a Malfoy. Definition, a conceited jerk who bullied people for a living. Never a victim himself to bullies.
"Give me my wand back!" Draco demanded, jumping up in order to grasp it from the boy in front of him. The Gryffindor boy lifted it higher, just high enough for the Slytherin to miss it.
It wasn't that Draco was too short. Actually, he was the same height as Ron and Harry, possibly a few inches taller. These three were obviously older and unbelievable big, and Draco's wand was justout of his reach.
"My father will hear about this!" He hissed at the boy, shifting his glare and looking him straight in the eye.
'That's why he can't defend himself. They took his wand.' Hermione thought. Weird though, they must've caught him off guard. There was no way they could've taken it by force. That boy would've glared them down and scared them off before they could get within ten feet of him.
The boys started laughing, obviously unafraid now. The one on his left stepped in closer, causing Draco to slink into the wall.
"What are you going to tell your father? That you got your 'oh so mighty', purebred self beaten to a pulp?" He asked, laughing.
Hermione pulled back, pressing her back against the wall and pondered whether to do something or just watch. She knew damn well that that rotten Malfoy deserved this but on the other hand; she didn't exactly enjoy watching her own 'kind' stoop so low. She slowly reached into the pocket of her robe, pulling out her wand quietly. She slowly peeked back around the corner.
"So much tough talk, yet you can't do a damn thing when your precious wand is taken." The boy on the right said. He smirked, and then broke into laughter. The one in front of him shook Draco's wand above his head. Draco grimaced, glaring at the boy in front of him again.
Hermione couldn't take this. Even if Draco wasa jerk all the time and deserved this, she still didn't like it. In a way, as much as she hated to admit it, she and Draco were sort of alike. She could probably scare people with her threats, but without her wand she was almost as helpless. Of course, she did know how to use her fists. She demonstrated so on Malfoy's face.
She carefully pointed her wand at the boy holding Draco's wand and casted her spell.
"Laconum Inflamare!" She whispered fiercely.
Much like when she used it on Professor Snape, a burst of fire landed on the boy's robe. First small, then growing until the boy turned around and noticed his robe on fire.
He yelled, dropping Draco's wand and running in circles for some time. Hermione actually began laughing quietly. The boy didn't seem so tough now. She watched as the three ran down the opposite end of the corridor, disappearing behind a corner. Their yells of fright echoing after them and reaching her giggling and very amused self.
She looked back at Draco who was bent down, picking up his wand. She shook the laughter and grins off her face and proudly walked out from behind the corner, stopping a few feet from Draco. When he stood back up and saw her smiling face, his eyes widened and he pulled out his wand, pointing it at her.
She took a step back and stared unbelievably at the Slytherin. Hermione's brow's furrowed, her cheerful smile disappearing.
"Some thanks!" She shouted, glaring him down. "I just got that back for you!"
Draco stiffly put his wand down, shoving it into his pocket. His menacing glare still stayed put, which Hermione could understand. He did just get attacked by Gryffindors, much like herself.
"Are you alright?" She asked; worry growing as soon as Draco put his wand away. She completely forgot he was her enemy, and began searching his pale face for scratches or blood, looking him up and down looking for any sign of harm. She reached out to him with one hand.
"What's it to you?" Draco snapped at her. Hermione drew her hand back quickly, her body rumbling at the echo that bounced off the empty hallway.
"Shouldn't you be assisting your fellow house mates?" He grimaced at her, nodding his head towards where the fellow Gryffindor students disappeared to moments ago.
She took a step towards him, infuriated that he was treating her as such when she did just save him.
"In case you didn't know, Malfoy." She spat at him. "Just because you don't like me, doesn't mean I don't like you."
Draco's face went blank. So did Hermione's. She definitely didn't mean for it to come out like that. She fumbled with her words, shaking her head.
"I mean, I do dislike you!" She hissed. "But I'm not going to stand by while you're being treated like that. Even if you do deserve it, which you do." She informed.
"I just saved you. I got you your wand back. 'Thanks' would be appreciated."
Draco still glared at her. He didn't seem the least bit grateful. He backed up from her, dusting his robes off.
"I didn't need or ask for your help." He held his head high.
Hermione bit her lip, shaking her head in disbelief.
"No wonder people hate you." She said quietly.
"You're so vile and ungrateful!" She yelled.
"Back off, mudblood!" Draco yelled louder.
Hermione's mouth closed immediately. The silence seeming to grow so loud. The only noise being the loud echo that flooded Hermione's ears.
She couldn't say anything, too shocked and hurt and offended to utter a single word. Her eyes locked onto angry, grey blue ones.
She backed up, blinking, not breaking eye contact.
'No one asked for your opinion. You filthy little mudblood.'She heard the phrase once again.
The last time someone had called her a mudblood was by the same person, when she was twelve. She had cried her eyes out when Draco called her a mudblood, but that was the last time she cried.
Now, hearing it again, in that tone. Now fifteen. By the same person.
She looked down, blinking furiously. As much as she tried, she couldn't help the tear that fell down her cheek. Why was she crying? She was so sure that the term didn't hurt her anymore.
The reason it hurt her the first time was because she was so young and hearing the awful term for the first time, being directed at her, hurt her feelings. Now, she was used to it. It didn't seem so bad now.
Still, she found herself crying, staring at the ground instead of sneering at Draco like she wanted to. She wanted to look up at Draco, punch him again. Smirk at him, act like it didn't hurt her at all. Not break down in front of him, and cry.
Footsteps sounded and she could see that Draco had stepped away from her and turned his head around to see who was coming.
"Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, what are you doing here? Detention hours ended a while ago." It was professor McGonagall. Not her again. She was the reason she was here in the first place.
"Go to your dorm rooms now. Quickly, and I won't give out detention." She said.
Hermione sniffed in, trying to clear her face so that when she looked up, she could fool McGonagall. Not Malfoy, because she was sure he already knew she had started crying. Standing silently as she cried, no doubt he knew she was bawling her eyes out.
She failed, and knew it as soon as she sniffled. It was loud and scratchy not gentle and quiet like she had wanted.
"Ms. Granger, are you okay?" Sure enough, Professor McGonagall asked.
Hermione looked up, not trying to hide anymore. Her eye's met with Draco's before she turned away.
"I'm fine." She lied. Even though the evidence was in her voice, on her face, she still lied.
As soon as she spoke, she broke into a brisk walk, making her way down the hall, heading for her dorm. She wondered if Draco was staring at her right now. She wondered what he thought about her now.
She turned her head around, desperate to see the look on his face. As soon as she turned, she noticed Professor McGonagall was gone and Draco was well on his way down the opposite hallway.
Just then, Draco turned around as well and they made faraway eye contact. For the couple of seconds that it lasted, Hermione swore it was guilt she saw in his eyes.
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