The birds were chirping in the crisp morning air in mid-March. The sun rays beaming through the windows and shining on the young man's face.
"Turn off the sun," Draco groaned.
Suddenly, the doors of his room were thrown open, the intruder shrieking at the slumbering man.
"Get up! What are you doing still sleeping it's 7 in the morning!"
He groaned and pulled a pillow over his head, mumbling something about the ungodliness of waking up at such an hour.
"Draco, if you don't get up right now, I'll bring out the baby pictures when we get there," the voice threatened.
Hearing that, Draco sat up quickly, "You wouldn't dare!"
"Yes, I would, now get up. You don't want to be late to your own wedding," Narcissa said.
After those words left her mouth, Draco had a goofy look on his face. He was getting married today! Who would have thought? The Slytherin sex-god, is getting married today. To the mudblood Hermione Granger, no less. If someone would have said that he would be getting married to Hermione Granger five years ago, he would have hexed them into oblivion. But now, here he was. Getting married to Hermione Granger.
It all started during 7th year. Both were chosen to be the Head Boy and Head Girl. Of course, they had both detested the idea of being partnered. However, they had gradually grown on each other. Draco, seeing that the prude Hermione Granger was not as bad as he thought she was. And damn, did she have a fine body in those shorts and tank tops she calls her PJ's. They had a routine. When both were in the common room, there was nothing but silence. When Draco brings a girl to "satisfy them, not him," there would be a tie on his door knob. Hermione would know better than to interrupt and would that would not be a good sight to see. In the morning, the bathroom would be Hermione's first, as Draco would wake up much later. During the night, both would sit in the common room doing homework. From time to time, a question about their Head business or a simple homework question was asked.
That all changed on one night. After a meeting with his father, Draco came back to the room holding his side, limping.
"Stupid old man," murmured Draco.
Reaching the portrait, he said strongly and confident to the snake and lion, "Black Magic,"
The snake gave a little hiss as the lion looked at him with weary eyes.
Upon entering, he saw Hermione on the couch in the common room reading. She looked up and a look of concern was shown on her face. They had never talked about anything other than classes and Head business and he was not going to change that. Once he saw her mouth opening to ask, he walked away quickly to his room. A few minutes later, he heard a knock.
"Malfoy?" a soft voice spoke through the door.
When there was no answer, Hermione tugged and played with the end of her shirt.
"Malfoy? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" she knocked the door, twice.
Silence still met her questions. Sighing dejectedly, she went back to the common room thoughts running wild in her mind. What happened? Did he get into a fight? Why is she even caring? Shaking her head, she continued reading her Hogwarts: A History 1st edition.
Draco cringed as he took off his shirt. A big bruise the size of Hogsmeade was on the side of his ribs. His father had thrown many curses at him, and he had received the worse ends of it. Hell, he should be used to it by now. This was nothing. He was nothing, a mistake was what his father told him. He only to be born to serve the Dark Lord. If it wasn't of his mother, he would have nothing to live for.
He had heard Granger's voice through his door. Choosing to ignore her, he continued to clean up his cuts and bruises. This was nothing new, other than the fact that Granger had actually seen him. She was never there when he came back from a meeting with his father.
After cleaning up the bandages, he threw on a robe and went down to the common room. He had to admit, it was one hell of a common room. Even the red and gold mixed with silver and green did not faze him. Seeing that Hermione was still on the couch, he decided to sit and read as well.
As he lay on the couch, Hermione slowly looked up from her book to Draco. Her thoughts running wild, debating if she should ask him if he was okay, she decided that she couldn't keep quiet any longer.
"Malfoy, are you okay?"
Draco looked up from his book and looked at her disgusted.
"Of course, you mudblood. Why wouldn't I be," he scoffed.
Taken aback, Hermione studied his face and saw a bruise forming on the side of his left cheek.
"Are you sure? There's a bruise on your cheek," Hermione sat up, walking toward his couch.
"I'm fine, Granger," he said. "I don't need you to bother me, go back to your reading,"
Ignoring him, she reached for her wand on the table and kneeled in front of the couch. Mumbling a healing charm, the bruise was gone. Surprised, Draco touched his cheek. It wasn't throbbing in pain anymore. Hermione made a motion to get up and leave, Draco caught her wrist.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked.
Hermione looked at him and replied, "Believe it or not, Malfoy, but I do care," and shrugged off his grasp and walked away.
Draco sat there all night thinking about what she had said. She cared? Even after he had called her names for seven years? He was nothing but rude and cruel to her. And she still cared? For the rest of the night, Draco had a restless sleep.
Like it? Hate it? R&R! My first story, so please be gentle. (: - Lina