An: Hey every one! I love Hermione Draco stories. The irony of it all. Oh I know that with the sixth book and all Hermione and Draco might never be together, but I'm going to ignore that book and go with my story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The only person who could ever own Harry Potter is JKR herself. With that said here is my story.
He watched her from a distance. She looked so different. How could one bushy haired book worm turn into a poised, delicate, beautiful young woman? How was that even possible? He stared at Hermione with longing eyes. Wait, longing? Who was he, Weasley? Gross! It's Mudblood Granger for Merlin's sake! Malfoy shook his previous thoughts out of his head. He had to get it together. He watched her a moment longer as she joined her friends Scar Head and Weasel.
The Golden Trio. He thought spitefully. Why couldn't he have a second alone with her? Hang on, why would he want a second alone with her? Oh well, time to rub it in her face who the real winner is around here.
XOXOXOXO
Hermione crossed through the barrier from the Muggle world, to another. The smoke from the old steam engine, Hogwarts Express, filled her nose for probably the last time! She looked down at the badge in her hand. "Head Girl" she whispered to her self. She put the badge back in her pocket, looked around her and spotted her best friends. She walked over to them. It had been two months since they had seen each other last. She couldn't visit Ron and Harry over the summer. Though she wanted to. Dumbledore wouldn't allow it.
Flash Back"Muggle born should stay home this summer Miss Granger. Especially you." He had said, not smiling and the usual twinkle in his eye gone. "With you being so close to Mr. Potter, Lord Voldemort knows you, and will connect you with Harry. I'm sure by now, he knows your face as well as he knows Harry's."
"But Professor! I'm much safer at the Weasley's aren't I?" She pleaded. She didn't want to be in Muggle London alone for two months. Her parents would be gone at work thirteen hours of the day, every day. She hated to be alone while Voldemort was active. It scared her so much.
"I'm sorry Miss Granger. I cannot allow it. I will tell Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley that you will be here. You can write every day. I promise." Then, he told her to be good and he left. She was alone. She had no one. Not even her faithful cat Crookshanks was living. He had died about a year ago. He was attacked harshly by a friend's pet. She sighed and walked to her room. When she got there all she could do was homework, and wait. She had no owl, so she had to wait for Hedwig or Pig to bring a letter from her best friends.
XOXOXOXO
Two days went by, and just as she had given up hope, there came a tapping on her window. Her head jerked up from the mountains of homework she had put the finishing touches on the night before. She walked to her window and in flew a large barn owl. She cocked her head and the owl did the same. She smiled at him and he blinked a few times then took a few steps forward and stood in front of her. She gently took the letter from the great bird and absent-mindedly stroked his wings while she read the letter with curly writing.
Dear Miss Granger,
I understand that your dear cat has perished (due to and unfortunate accident with Hagrid's dog Fluffy) and I would like to make it up to you. Your Hogwarts Letter is inside the envelope this letter came in. Yes I understand that's it's a month early, but you will soon see why. This owl is a gift to you from me, and you may use him how you like. I haven't given him a name. I'll leave that to you.
Albus Dumbledore
Hermione looked up from the letter. And down at the beautiful bird in front of her. "You're mine?" The owl only cocked his head again, hopped onto her shoulder, and nuzzled her cheek. Hermione giggled, "Ok! Now you need a name. How about…Seth?" The owl seemed to beam and hooted in an agreeing tone.
End of Flash BackAfter that, her summer had defiantly been happier. She hadn't got more than two letters from the boys, but that was ok, she now had Seth with her! What bothered her was that Ron didn't write to her… he was her boyfriend and all, right? But that was at the beginning of the summer, the trio had defeated Voldemort and Hermione had spent the rest of the summer with her parents.
When she reached them, Ron looked at her and beamed. But then realizing her appearance he stopped in his tracks. "Her-Hermione?" He stood there, his mouth agape. She looked down at herself. She didn't think she looked that bad! Sure she had gotten board over the summer. So instead of brooding over her boredom, as she knew Harry would have done, she decided to do something with her hands. That meant experimenting. She had taken her mothers spare make-up kit and played around. She found that she didn't look half-bad with a little (very little) make-up. She didn't even need to do anything to her hair! It, like her mother's, had mellowed out naturally. All she did was brush it and apply hairspray! Now, with out all of that frizz, it fell to the middle of her back in shiny chestnut waves. Her figure had also changed a bit, but it had been developing for years! Hadn't he noticed?
"What?" she finally stated after looking at herself. "I don't look bad do I?"
"No way!" Ron said, finally getting over his shock. "I'm just glad I'm with you and not some other guy!"
She giggled. "Well you don't look so bad yourself, Weasley." She was right, as usual. She could tell Harry and Ron had been working out. Hard. Their muscles were now toned and even, as she could see though their shirts. And their arms were toned also. Ron and Harry's hair had both grown considerably, and they had both grown an inch or two. Of course Hermione, hadn't. She sighed and hugged her best friends receiving a peck on the cheek from Ron. They asked her about her summer and why she had an owl of her own, and just as Hermione was going to tell what the owl's name was, and why she had gotten it, she saw an all-too-familiar sight. Her expression suddenly changed from happy to looking as if she were about to cry. Ron and Harry immediately noticed this and glanced to where she was looking.
"Hey Granger, Potter, Weasley." He said with and arrogant tone. Hermione didn't like that tone.
"Malfoy." She said in an expressionlessly. She could see something glinting the front of his robes.
Malfoy, not being a complete idiot, noticed where she was looking. "Like? Yeah, that's right. Head Boy. Me." He said running his finger along the edge of his green and silver badge with a snake imprinted on the front.
Hermione groaned, "Oh no! That's means I have to share a common room with you?" She withdrew her own badge that was designed in scarlet and gold with her own Gryffindor lion on the front. Malfoy's face fell.
"You're kidding? Well I guess that isn't surprising considering you're the smartest student in the whole school." He muttered. Wait did I just compliment her?
"Wait, did you just compliment me?" Hermione's eyebrows shot up into her long bangs.
Malfoy thought fast, "Don't get your hopes up Granger. Malfoy's don't give compliments, especially to Mudbloods." Whoa I thought she had me! Nice cover Draco. He congratulated himself inwardly. He looked at her and her face went back to showing no emotion at all. How does she keep her face so solemn? He thought looking at her. After his thought, he remembered that he, too could keep a strait face. And he soon got board with looking at her beautiful- wait dirty un-pure (yes that was it) face. So he looked at Potter. "So Potter, seen any dementors lately?" he asked with a smirk.
Harry just glared and muttered something that sounded like 'sod off' but Malfoy didn't give a damn. And he was defiantly getting board with this situation.
"Well, see you on the train Granger." He left with a wink. Hermione was stunned. Malfoy had just given her a compliment and then winked at her. Was she just seeing things or was she crazy?
"Did Malfoy just wink at her?" Ron asked obviously to Harry. But before Harry could even nod Ron spoke again. "He did, didn't he? My Hermione, my girlfriend, he practically winked at me!"
Ok that went a little too far"Ron darling, there is a difference between you and me, and I don't think that wink was supposed to be flattering in anyway. Well, now I was just telling you how I got my owl, Seth." The trio talked and the boys congratulated her on becoming Head Girl. She said her 'thank you' s and they separated going to their separate compartments.
XOXOXOXOXO
"Well, see you on the train Granger." He left with a wink. He turned on his heel and dragged his trunk to the storage compartment in the center of the train and walked up to the front of the train where he saw a special compartment with gold letters that read, 'Heads Compartment'. Wow, he was really Head Boy.
He opened the compartment door and walked in. It was a lot smaller then a normal compartment. There were only two seats, but they were covered in tan leather. Unfortunately, they were side by side. There was a table across from them. He didn't know why though. Might be to start working on plans for the balls this year. He shrugged and took the window seat. At least that would get on that stupid Mudblood's nerves. He sighed and closed his eyes. Good thing it was quiet in here. He thought spitefully.
Then, just as the thought left his head, the door slid open quietly. He cracked an eye ever so slightly, so his intruder wouldn't know he was awake. Well, at least his Father taught him a few good tricks. He saw Hermione close the door again and turn and look at him. "Malfoy?" she asked quietly, "Are you awake?" Do I look like I'm awake Granger? "You could have at least left me the window seat." She said so softly he had to strain his ears to hear. "But nooo you can't be nice to Hermione 'Mudblood' Granger can you?" She mumbled. Why did she have to take everything so freaking literally? Wait he meant it literally! Didn't he?
He rolled over and rested the back of his head on the window and continued to watch Hermione- no bad Draco- Granger put her robes on over the Muggle cloths she was wearing. He watched as she pinned her badge to the front of them and beam at it. He watched as she pulled out her wand, and conjured up a light pink brush and began to untangle the tiny knots out of her shiny brown hair.
After a while, she got rid of the brush and leaned back against her chair. She just sat like that for a while, then, her eyes involuntarily closed. About five minutes later she shifted in her seat and leaned over and rested her head on his chest. His heart skipped a beat. Sure, obviously he had been this close to a girl before, duh he had! He was Draco Malfoy! But this was different. His chest got hot where her head was and it sent shivers up his arms. His head felt light and his body was all tingly. Why did he feel this way? He felt almost vulnerable. He didn't like this feeling. But he only felt it with this-this, dirty, un-worthy, useless, cute, adorable, lovely- wait! Stop Draco quit! Bad Draco! Bad! Why did he think so highly of her all of a sudden?
He considered to push her off him, but then thought against it. I mean, why waste such a perfect moment right? So, instead of using his goose pimple covered arms to push to the Muggle born away, he simply wrapped them around her. Why? Was it teenage hormones? Or, perhaps it was just comfortable having her like that. I mean her hair smelt of vanilla and cinnamon. What guy wouldn't like that?
The train stared moving and he closed his eyes simply breathing her scent. After a few minutes he drifted off into the same dream world as Hermione.
XOXOXOXO
Hermione sat in a field alone looking at the flowers around her. She picked a daisy and started to pluck at the white petals. 'He loves me, he lovesme not,' she thought. This was the rhyme she had said when she was younger, back when it was simple. She hummed a hymn that her father once sang to her, she didn't know the words, but she knew the rhythm, and the name of the song, Amazing Grace.
Suddenly she heard a noise behind her. "Malfoy?" Draco was looking around him dumbly when he heard her, his cold eyes focused on her and softened.
"What are you doing in my dream, Hermione?"
"Your dream?" She hollered, standing up and dropping for petal picked daisy "What are you talking about your dream I was here first! And why did you call me Hermione?"
Draco looked at her clearly confused. " Well, yeah, I came here and at first I was asleep, and, now your here. Wait are we, in the same dream?" He watched her as her wonderful mind worked this new twist into it. "Oh, and I called you Hermione, because we're obviously alone, and I really think we should get along with each other when we're alone."
Hermione looked up at him. He wasn't wearing his school robes anymore; he was wearing a black silky shirt that had the top three buttons undone. He was also wearing black pants with black biker boots. He actually looked… hot! Wait, this was Malfoy! But it was a dream, no one would know.
Hermione wasn't the only one checking the other out. Draco had noticed her baby blue sundress that was cut daringly low and hugged her curves in all the right places. She was bare footed and her toenails were painted to match her dress that came up to her thigh. Her hair was curled and her bags were pulled back with a blue hair clip. She was downright beautiful! Even a Pureblood Malfoy couldn't deny it. He looked at her lips, which were a shiny light pink. He wanted those lips. When they stared moving he was so transfixed that he almost didn't hear what she was saying. Almost.
"Well I guess when no one's looking." She whispered. She saw his eyes connect with hers. Wow his eyes were gorgeous. The cool gray had something she had never seen before. She just didn't know what. Lust, longing, or... something else.
Her clear chocolate eyes were locked with his and he could control his body. His feet had a mind of their own when they took about four steps forward. He couldn't stop his hands when they wrapped around her waist. His neck kept tingling when she wrapped her arms around his neck. He brought his face close to hers. He closed his eyes. But Her eyes flew open.
"Oh my gosh!" She was panting when she opened her eyes. Why was she laying on Malfoy's stomach? Why did when she tried to sit up, something held her to him? Oh, he only wrapped his arms around her waist. Wait Ewww! Gross! "Draco! Let me go!" she cried.
That's when Malfoy's eyes shot open. He jerked forward and knocked his for-head with the back of Hermione's. "Ow, shit! Gods Hermione!" he said letting go of her and rubbed his forehead while she rubbed the back of her head.
"Wait, you called me 'Hermione.'" She gasped.
"Well, you called me 'Draco'" Draco shrugged. Then he looked at her. "Did you just have a really weird dream?" She looked down and nodded. "About us?" he continued. Her head shot up.
"Were you really in my dream?" Hermione's eyes were big. He shrugged.
"I don't know. It seemed pretty real."
"Then that means we almost…" her hand flew to her mouth and she blushed furiously.
"Kissed," he finished for her and turned away brushing a few hairs away from his brow. Hermione tried to stifle a gasp, and Draco turned back around to face her. He noticed the shade of her cheeks and smirked. "No use getting your knickers in a bunch Granger, it was only a dream. Just a simple state of mind. You and I would never actually do anything like that. You, being a Mudblood, are simply not good enough for me."
"Well you seemed to think differently in that 'simple state of mind'." Hermione stated matter-of-factly, obviously over her shock. "After all, it was you who leaned in to kiss me, and me who stopped it." Draco almost didn't have a comeback. Almost.
"Well Hermione, if you stopped it, it must mean that you are, 1) prude, or, 2) not into guys." Draco smirked at her now very red cheeks.
"Malfoy! I didn't kiss you because you are a self centered, egotistical, obnoxious, prick! And I have a boyfriend!" Hermione screamed. She stood up and stomped out of the compartment and down a hall.
Draco laughed and shook is head. Hermione had a special fire to her, and he liked it. She even had her times where she could have been in Slytherin. But then, she is a Mudblood Gryffindor. Draco suddenly growled. He knew exactly where she would be going. She would be headed to hang with Potty and Weasel. She was too good to hang with them, and even Malfoy realized that. Every one knew that they were always fighting and how bad Weasley treated her. He even heard a rumor that he had beaten her. Why would she even put up with that? Unlike him, she had a choice. If he could choose, he would rather not get hit.
He looked out of the window and saw that it was dark. After wondering how long he had been asleep, he stood up to tell Hermione that it was time for rounds.
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"Malfoy! I didn't kiss you because you are a self centered, egotistical, obnoxious, prick! And I have a boyfriend!" Hermione screamed. She stood up and stomped out of the compartment and down a hall.
"What an arrogant jerk! He knows I'm with Ron! I can't even believe he practically called me… Ugh! I hate him!" she mumbled under her breath. She looked through random compartments all over the train and finally, about two compartments from the end, she found her best friends and Ginny.
After calming herself, she opened the door and walked in looking as if nothing was wrong. Ron and Harry, of course, were oblivious. Ginny, however, seemed to know right off the bat something was wrong. She could tell Hermione was furious about something! Though, she didn't know what. But she had a very strong hunch that it was called Malfoy. "Hermione, is something wrong? Because if anything is up, you know you can tell us, right?" Harry, being normal, caught this part.
"Is something wrong Herms?" Harry said quietly. Hermione looked at her best friends and smiled.
"No nothing's wrong." She sighed. But the three she replied to knew that sigh.
"Are you sure, 'Mione?" Her boyfriend asked sitting next to her, and putting an arm around her.
She shook her head, "It's just, I didn't realize that living with Malfoy would be so hard!" She yelled out of nowhere. "Why can't he just leave me alone? If I'm so low, why does he even talk to me? Why can't he just let me be?"
"Because then life would be boring." A snotty voice drawled from the doorway.
"Malfoy" Ron growled. "What do you want?"
"Just to tell my dear Mudblood here, that its time for rounds." He said in the same board tone. "Come on Granger, Lets go."
Hermione sighed and followed him out of the compartment after waving to her friends. After looking into a few compartments and walking in silence, Hermione decided to ask the question that had been bothering her. "Draco," she said weakly, "Why do you hate me?"
Draco stopped in his tracks. Were had that question come from? He even tried to look her in the eye! But, this was a hard question! "Um… I-"
"Is really because I'm Muggle born?" She said still whispering. "Or something else?"
Draco didn't know what to say. "Well… um… I never actually hated you." Hermione's brows furrowed in confusion. "Well, its just… back when my father was alive, I thought that he was always right. When it came to Muggles, I thought he was right there, too. I don't hate you… I just… didn't know better." He finished with a slight blush on his face. Wow, did he really say all that to Granger?
Hermione didn't know what to say! She was in aw. How could he be so open with her! Maybe she had been looking at Malfoy all wrong. What if it wasn't his fault and his father was responsible for his behavior. "Malfoy I-"
Malfoy held up a hand to silence her. "Please, my name is 'Draco' in private." He said with a smile. Not a smirk, not a sneer, but a smile, a real smile.
A/N: Ok there you go now I'm not giving you a chapter two until I get at least two reviews. I mean it! The Slytherin Serpent is signing out. Bye!