Hermione and Draco Forever

Chapter 1: In the Beginning

Disclaimer: No, we do not own Harry Potter. See, if we DID, then this would be in the books, not here on Duh!

Authors: darkprincessmalfoy (Meg) and --------------(Lydia)

…In the Beginning…

February 1st..

Here I am, alone, by the lake. I'm bored out of my mind, seeing I don't have a boyfriend to snog, like everybody else in this place! There's Harry and Ginny, or and Draco and Pansy…my does he ever look hot….eww no! I DID not just say that! But he does look good…good body, second smartest, wait wait stop! I sound like one of his followers! Like I'm starting to LIKE him….no no no! Now I need to wash my mind out with soap! Pansy is so lucky…….no she's not! She's ugly, and horrible, and smelly! But she has him…damn it! Stop thinking/writing about him. Alright, I'm going to go to the library, where I don't have to look at them sucking-face.

Hermione Cordiela Marietta Granger.

Hermione stood up and carefully placed her diary into her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She stood and brushed the dirt off her robes, heading towards the castle.

As she passed the two making out, Draco sneered up at her. "Mudblood, get down in the dirt where you belong." Hermione glared daggers at him and walked on, choosing to ignore his comment but silently in bliss that he had talked to her.

She reached the library and quickly found a comfy chair in a back corner. Ten or so minutes later, the door flew open and she could hear loud mumbling. "Pansy is such a bitch….mudblood is worse…girls are horrible….I hate my father…" Things like this, and she knew it was HIM.

She had a sketch book open as she listened to him rant on. She glanced down at her sketch, and gulped. Oops, she had drawn a near-perfect sketch of Draco –posing- on a chair. The only bit that would have been better were if she were on his lap…..she smiled and drew herself in hastily.

By now Draco had stormed out, and once again the door opened. It was none other than Harry and Ron, her two best friends. "Well she has to be in here!" "Of course, it's her third-home." "See! I told you!" Harry cried out, pointing to Hermione in the back. Hermione slammed her sketch book closed as they walked over. "Hey guys…what's up?" Harry shrugged slightly. "Well…" said Ron. "We were wondering if you could help us with the potions essay…" Hermione frowned and stood up. "Is that all I'm good for? Doing your homework so you pass? I'm leaving." She grabbed her stuff and stormed out.

A few hours later…

Hermione sat by the fire, sketch book still with her. She was back to drawing Draco in a number of poses. She smiled slightly, but heard footsteps behind her. She turned and closed the book tightly, realizing it was Harry and Ron. "Hermione…we're here to say sorry we used you. We shouldn't have done that and it was wrong. We're so sorry." Harry said humbly. Ron looked away very awkwardly and Harry elbowed him in the ribs. Ron cleared his throught. "Yeah….I'm sorry too……." He said in a very monotone voice, more as though Harry had forced him then he wanted to.

Harry and Ron sat down beside her. "So…" Hermione said awkwardly, quite bored knowing she could not sketch while they were there. Harry looked as though he had gotten a light bulb over his head. "Hey! Let's play truth or dare!" He suggested. Hermione nodded. "Alright…" Ron smiled. "Yeah! We haven't played that since fifth year!" Harry nodded. "Alright, Hermione, truth or dare?" Hermione shrugged. "Um…dare…" Harry smiled. "Alright, I dare you to kiss Ron on the lips!" Hermione made a horribly disgusted face, and Ron blushed tomato red and pushed Harry off his chair. Hermione stood up and walked over, kissing Ron quickly as she could, then going back and sitting down, turning green and wiping her lips off.

Ron looked at Harry. "Truth or dare?" Harry shrugged. "Truth." Ron smirked. "Who do you like?" Harry blushed a little. "Ginny." He said softly. "GINNY!" He roared, standing up. "MY LITTLE SISTER? HOW COULD YOU!" Harry sighed. "Ron, RON calm down! Please!" Ron sighed and fell back into his chair. "Fine…..hurt her and you die!"

Hermione laughed. "Ron, truth or dare?" Ron frowned. "I'll go with truth, because I really don't want to kiss Harry." "Ron eww!" Harry frowned. "You know I don't like guys!" "Oh whatever." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Alright, who do YOU like then?" Ron blushed tomato red again. Rotten tomato red. "Um…….Pansy Parkinson." He said in a small squeaky voice. Hermione sighed, then grinned. "OH, okay, well I have to go to bed now. Bye!" She grabbed all her stuff and dashed upstairs, a plan forming in her mind.