SUMMARY: The Golden Trio are returning to Hogwarts for their final year along with many others who had been robbed of their schooling. What happens when Hermione finds out that she, as Head Girl, must share a dorm with Head Boy, Draco Malfoy?
WARNING! CONTAINS EXPLICIT MATERIAL IN LATER CHAPTERS
Disclaimer – Much as I would love it to be mine, all things "Harry Potter" belong to the Queen of Literature, Joanne Kathleen Rowling.
How could a forbidden love be so true?
Hermione Granger had a secret. A secret that she'd never told anyone. A secret that with years gone by, her mind could only turn to fantasy. A secret that, when she received her book list for her 7th year at Hogwarts, which included a letter telling her she was Head Girl, and told her who was the Head Boy, she all but fainted in a blur of emotions.
"I'm sharing a dorm with him," she thought, "I'm going to be with him all the time!" As always, whenever Hermione thought about her most closely guarded secret and his effect on her, she could see herself under his magnificent body as he made sweet, sweet love to her.
Time had flown by. Hermione had realised that the moment she fell in love with Draco Malfoy was when she'd punched him in their third year. She knew the moment she hit him that it had been wrong, that while for a good cause at the time, she'd immediately hated herself for giving him any sort of pain.
Brought back to the present, Mrs Weasley was hassling everyone into the fireplace. "All right kids! First hour you can go off on your own, then we'll meet for lunch, then we'll buy all your school things. See you all in an hour!" With a rush of green flames, the motherly witch was gone, leaving the teenagers to follow.
"Harry, Ron, I'll catch you up later," said Hermione. "There's this new…."
"Book out," finished Ron. "Yeah yeah. We'll meet you at The Leaky Cauldron, ok?"
"Sure thing. See you there boys." With that, Hermione flood to Diagon Alley. Falling out of the fireplace, she made her way through the crowded street towards her favourite store.
"Hello, Hermione."
"Hello, Sir."
Throughout the past 6 years, not to mention her War Hero status, Hermione had made herself known to the people working at Flourish and Blotts as a very regular customer. She made her way down the aisles of books looking for some interesting new material to take to Hogwarts with her this year. Just as she was about to turn into a different aisle, she heard it. That voice had tormented her for most of her life. Both through unknown sensuality and snide remarks. She knew who that voice belonged to, it was the voice that filled her dreams and desires, the voice that she would share the Heads dorm with.
"Draco Malfoy."
"Granger."
A/N This is my first FanFic. Please let me know what you think and if I should post more chapters. Thanks! xx