Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. Just the plot line. I'm not making any money here. It's all J.K. Rowlings.
((A.N: Okay so this story used to be called, 'Love, Hate, all in one date?'. But, It's been a long time since I worked on that story, and I wasn't happy with how it was going, so, I've decided to rewrite it completely, and revamp it. It was very naive, and didn't have enough drama. It wasn't true to the characters either. Of course, in this type of setting, they will always be a bit, OOC. But I'm going to do my best to make it as true to the characters as possible. This disregards the last book. Voldemort is still there, and still strong, and very much a threat. Enjoy!))
Chapter 1: Knock, Knock, Knockturn.
"Oooh drat.... Bloody hell.... How did I end up in Knockturn Alley of all places?" Hermione Granger muttered quietly to herself. She had been wandering through Diagon Alley, and must have gotten lost in her thoughts. Turning around almost immediately, she started to head back towards safety, only to find herself face first in a very broad, very firm chest. She unconsciously inhaled softly. It was a manly cologne, subtle, but spicy. Not one she could name off the top of her head. If she thought about it though...
"Granger... Would you move?" Came that sickening drawl that made Hermione cringe and bristle in irritation, as if on command. Stepping back one pace, she tilted her head back, and looked up. There they were. Those hard steel gray eyes, with the slightest hints of blue, and ice. They were only partly obscured by long strands of platinum hair, but those few strands did not lessen the effect of those eyes staring down to her. Shivering a bit, she frowned, her eyebrows knitting together as she stared up at him.
"At a loss for words, Mudblood?" That smirk made her blood boil.
"Hardly, Malfoy! Just organizing the ways I'd like to hex you." She snapped back. That hair, now almost shoulder length, pushed back from his face, but no longer slicked back with gel like it had been in the first few years of school, was simply brushed back, leaving a few parts of his long bangs to fall into his eyes. He had his fathers eyebrows, with that condescending arch... Hermione could have growled in anger at how devastatingly beautiful he was. It wasn't fair, that someone as awful and repulsive as Draco Malfoy could have been granted such looks. And here he was, a full head and then some taller than herself, his body shaped from Quidditch, age, and Merlin knows what else... Working as one of the Dark Lords dogs couldn't help but promote a nice physique, she was sure. But then, it was also probably genetic, thinking about Malfoy Senior...
"I'd love to see you try, Mudblood. You're in my world right now. Hex me, and 4 or 5 other's would be on you before you could draw your breath." Hermione couldn't help but think on it for a second. Damn... He's right. She was surrounded by sketchy characters, witches and wizards that had questionable loyalties.
"Dammit Malfoy, move. Let me by. I need to get back to Diagon Alley." Hermione growled through gritted teeth, trying to push past him. Suddenly, his arm moved to block her, pushing her back against the cold, almost slimy feeling brick wall behind her. Before she could dart to the other side, his other arm had come to pin her in, trapping her.
"I don't think so, Granger. We've got some talking to do, now that I've got you alone." He said. That grin on his face made Hermione shiver again. "Firstly, I must say, summer has been surprisingly good to you. You're almost bearable to look at." He chuckled deeply. His position, having her pinned to the wall with his long arms, forced him to lean in close to her. She could almost feel the vibrations rolling through his chest from his laughter, because of how close he was. He was right though. Summer had been good to Hermione. Her curls, had finally tamed themselves, with time, and self education on how to take care of them. Finally, the chestnut spirals fell in some semblance of an order. Though, because of how thick her hair was, and how much of it she had, she was doomed to have 'big' hair forever. But at least it was no longer frizzy. The natural honeyed highlights from the sun had added their own little glow to it as well. Her skin was nicely tanned, and healthy looking, free of acne. Her eyes had taken on a much more mature glint, and her body had filled out in one last spurt of growth and development. She was still short as always, that much was inevitable, but she'd grown into her figure. No longer was she 'chubby' or baby faced. Her bone structure was well defined, and with her torso elongated, her waist was well defined, flaring to her full breasts, and wide hips. A perfect hourglass figure.
She fit her clothes better as well. The faded blue jeans and dark blue hoody that she wore held her body nicely. She blanched though, sending him a glare. "Is that all you have to say, Ferret?" She asked, pushing against his arm to get free. Very suddenly, his hand gripped her shoulder, pressing her back against the wall, almost painfully. His amused expression gone.
"Hardly, Mudblood." He said in a low voice, ignoring her wince of pain. "This year, we're to be head boy, and head girl. I'm sure you're aware of this. However, before we get to Hogwarts, I must deliver to you a few warnings. Yes, we will be sharing a dorm. Separate rooms of course, but bathroom, common room, everything else will be shared." His voice softened as he spoke, as did his grip on her shoulder. His hand slid from the delicate curve of her joint, up to rest against her neck. His fingers were warm, surprisingly. She half expected them to be cold. Nevertheless, the gentle stroking of his thumb over her skin made her tremble. He grinned, feeling it. But the smile did not translate to his eyes. She suddenly felt that he was a very dangerous person. He was no longer a boy playing around anymore. He was a Death Eater, and knowing that, she knew the things he must have participated in over the summer were unimaginably heinous.
"I must urge you to never enter my rooms without my explicit permission. Even if you... Hear strange things. Do not do it. I know you, and how fucking nosy you can be. This will not be tolerated. We will not be friends. We will be working together though, and for this reason, I will remain civil to you, even in public, as long as you obey this one simple rule." He said. His eyes never left hers. She could see that he was very very far from joking. She was finally at a loss of words. So she simply nodded.
"That's not enough Granger. Would you take the Wizards Oath?" He asked. She felt a chill run through her. This was bad. Invoking the Wizards Oath, for something as menial as entering ones bedroom?
"I hardly think that's neces-" Her voice was cut off sharply, Malfoys hand suddenly gripping her throat tightly, cutting off her air and voice sequentially. Her eyes went wide, and she gripped at his hand, trying to get him to let up.
"I did not ask you what you thought, Granger. This is a matter of safety for both me AND you. Now, do you take the Wizards Oath to never enter my room at Hogwarts, without my explicit permission?" He asked. He studied her eyes, watching as they began to grow dim, glistening. She was starting to pass out. Realizing this, he lightened his pressure, and she took a deep gasp of breath, followed by another, and then another. His hand remained firm around her skin, but he did not squeeze again. Finally, she looked up at him, coherent once more.
"I do." She whispered. That was enough though. For a moment, the air went stagnant, a brief surge of an electric pinprick feeling took both the young wizards over, from their feet to their heads. The Oath was in place.
"I do hope you remember the punishment for breaking the Oath. If you would even have the physical and magical strength to break it, the pain is comparable to that of the Cruciatus curse. So for your own good, I would just be an obedient little puppet as always, and do as your told." Finally, he withdrew, standing up straight, his arms at his sides once more. "You may go now." He said looking away from her with an air of dismissal. Now, she was angry. Standing up straight, she clenched her fists at her sides.
"You bastard..." She growled, reaching into her pocket, gripping her wand firmly. Mumbling a small hex, Draco suddenly frowned, and opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out. A muting spell. He could make no sound. Looking furious, he reached out for her, but she managed to dance away, grinning as she headed up the stairs out of Knockturn Alley backwards. "Bye bye Drakey-Poo! I can't wait to see you on the train! Enjoy the rest of your vacation!" She said, giggling in an almost perfect copy of Pansy 'Pug Face' Parkinson, the slut. Wiggling her fingers to Draco, she turned, and ran the rest of the way out to Diagon Alley. Her smile gone though, and her hand reaching up to brush over the angry red marks left from Draco's hand.