A Hole Singed in the Heart.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, no matter how many of you wish I did, just so Draco and Hermione end up together. ;D
Draco sighed heavily as he stared out the window of his compartment, sitting across from his recently distanced best mate's, Blaise and Pansy. They were in the middle of a heavy snog session, not aware that Draco had entered the room a few minutes prior, after speaking with McGonagall about his prefect duties.
A few moments after his sigh, it seemed they finally realized he was there and separated, both breathing shallowly and blushing. Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he said, "fun summer, I presume?"
It'd been this way since the beginning of last summer, when they had both pulled their stubborn little head's out of their arse's just long enough to realize they were both strongly attracted to one another. And they had been attached at the face ever since.
Now, rumor had it that Pansy was infatuated with Draco, and he used her as a plaything, and also that he was some sort of sex God, or something. That made him want to scoff. First, he had only dated Pansy for a small amount of time in both third and fourth year, and he was a perfect gentleman, and her a lady. Sure, they had engaged in sex more than a few times, but it was a mutual need to relieve stress. As for the "sex God" theory, well the only girls he had had sex with were Pansy and Daphne Greengrass, and that also had been just to release tension.
In all reality, Draco hadn't been sexually active for over a year now, but he didn't correct the rumors, and he let the second and third years go on and gush about how great he was in bed. A little ego boost never hurt, even if they lies were a little out of control.
Really, Draco had no time to focus on such juvenile subjects, not when he was faced with the mission the Dark Lord had forced upon him. The destruction of Dumbledore.
Ever since the old bat had fought off Voldemort's attacks of the young Potter, the dark wizard was obsessed with killing him, going insane over plotting and detail. He'd seemed damn near hysterical when he'd forced Draco into it, taunting him with his wand at his mothers neck while his father looked on anxiously. He'd even Crucio'd his mother just to push Draco into a quick decision.
He still remembered the ear-shattering screams of his mother, the deranged laugh from her sister, and his own voice cracking in desperation as he agreed and begged Voldemort to stop.
As he looked back on it, he felt every hair on his body stand up, and his senses seemed to heighten.
A hand was waving in front of his face, "Draco, mate? Are you alright?" Blaise was asking, as Pansy eyed him strangely, he didn't usually zone out like that.
The blonde shoved Blaise's hand away a bit more roughly than he should have, earning him an affronted look from the Italian pureblood, "sorry, mate. You zoned out again." Maybe Pansy hadn't witnessed it, but Blaise, who Draco spent most of his time with until recently, had.
"I'm fine," Draco drawled, giving him a warning look, "just…excited, is all."
"Excited to be going back to the pisshole they call Hogwarts?" Pansy scoffed. It was no secret most of the Slytherin's weren't very fond of the school. Draco was, however, quite fond of it. There were many places to get lost for hours, just hide away and lose yourself.
You couldn't find that at the Manor, there were eyes everywhere, just waiting for you to mess up the family name. And now with the Dark Lord and his followers invading his home, it was nearly unbearable. He nearly jumped for joy when he saw his trusty eagle owl sitting on his windowsill two weeks prior to the current date, the letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry resting in its sharp talons. But he prided himself on masking his emotions, and did not, in fact, jump around like a first year.
"Among other things, yeah," Draco said with a devious smirk, and they instantly smirked back, like they were in on his little joke that was hardly funny at all.
Just as Blaise was about to ask what kind of riffraff the great Draco Malfoy had in store for Hogwarts this year, a knock interrupted him. His misty grey eyes swept languidly towards the door.
"Mudblood Granger," Pansy snarled with hardly concealed contempt. Granger's keen ear picked up on the comment, even through the glass door of the compartment and she swung open the door, all politeness she may have been forcing now gone. She glared hard at Pansy, pointedly daring her to repeat her previous words.
Pansy glared back, but eventually turned to Blaise and kissed his jaw, her eyes taunting Granger to say something. The bushy haired girl didn't even try to hide her disapproval, but decided not to say anything about the rules of PDA, not looking for a fight.
She turned to the other male in the compartment, forcing an emotionless mask on her face, but he didn't miss the loathing in her eyes. She couldn't mask her eyes from him.
"Got something for me, Mudblood?" His eyebrows raised when her expressionless mask turned instantly to shock. Had she been expecting a warm greeting? She covered up her shock with that mask again as she pulled a key out of her robes pocket and held it out for him. She answered his questioning expression with, "You left the prefect meeting before they handed out the keys to the prefect common room. It also works on the prefect bathrooms." She told him, intelligent mind easily explaining what needed be said.
"If she says prefect one more time I'm going to jump out the window," Pansy muttered to Blaise, who chuckled smoothly, but said nothing.
Hermione glared fiercely at the wall above Draco's head but didn't turn to Pansy, it seemed she didn't want any confrontation.
"Anything else?" Draco said, an amused smirk on his face that didn't make it to his eyes. He really found no amusement in Pansy's jokes, they seemed so…so pointless. She could be doing something useful, like cracking a potions book open, she really needed to improve her potions. They were nearly as bad as Longbottom's.
"Yes, actually…. Have you seen Harry at all?" She asked slowly, like she would regret it. Draco couldn't hide his shock. She was asking him, Draco fucking Malfoy, If he knew where her best friend, and his nemesis, the-boy-who-lived, Harry fucking Potter, had run off to this time?
What?
"How would I know where Potty got off to?" He asked, first and foremost, but upon her helpless shrug, he added smarmily, "Maybe he's screwing the Weasley girl he's so obviously interested in. Or maybe he finally realized his true sexual preference and went off with the Weasel you seem to be taken with," Blaise chuckled his lowest chuckle, but Granger still heard it and she swiftly turned around and gave him her sharpest glare.
Blaise raised his hands in defense, "he said it, can't yell at me," he sold his friend out in a typical Slytherin manner. Draco gave him a withering look when the Mudblood turned back to him.
The moment he glanced up at her face, he wished he hadn't. Her angry brown eyes seemed to be pools of boiling chocolate, just asking to be devoured, Her pouty lips were being bitten on furiously as she tried to hold back her numerous amounts of insults, or at least choose one out of the mess. Surprising everyone, she met his eyes, and damn near instantly calmed down.
Suddenly, she looked determined and slightly guilty. Her anger was still burning, but it didn't seem to be at him, but at herself now. A rustling of fabric overhead caught Draco's attention, and his gaze flicked upward, as did Hermione's.
A look of realization and barely contained concern and a hint of betrayal rested in her eyes when Draco looked back. Her eyes danced between the unknowing couple across from Draco, the empty place beside Draco's bag, and Draco himself rapidly.
Draco was growing more and more suspicious by the second, she knew something he didn't, and it appeared to be right above his head. Confirming his suspicions, she spoke an octave higher than she should have when speaking to him, "Alright, thank you, I'll be on my way," she said, and he nearly blanched.
Had Hermione Granger, well-known Mudblood, just thanked him for being a right foul git to her? As she slid the door shut behind her and sent another helpless glance to the spot next to his trunk, above his head, his thoughts were directed away from the shock. What was so interesting up there that had her so shaken? He leaned back and stared up intently.
A flash of shaggy black hair and a rough red lightning bolt scar filled his sight momentarily. He blinked rapidly, then looked up again, only to see nothing.
Had he finally lost it or had Harry Potter's head just been hovering next to his trunk?
A/N: Hello readers and all else. New story, as you can see. I actually made this one out of about three other stories I had in mind. Many surprises are to come, and I thought I'd just jump right into the story, you know?
The story is going to be mostly 2nd person point of view, like the book, but instead of following Harry, we're following Draco. I'm only following the original plot where needed, and I'm not copying anything from the book, just using my memory to recall situations. Next chapter will be Hermione's 2nd person point of view, explaning my plot a lot more than this chapter. Until I post it next week (because I've already written it) please read and enjoy this first chapter!