A/N: Hey guys! I'm new to this whole so bear with me. This is my first published fanfic too, so just kinda go with the flow and let it grow. The chapters are short for now, because that's how it's written in my notebook, so they'll get longer (hopefully) as it goes on. Thank you!
Chapter 1
Hermione Granger sat in the Great Hall with Ginny after the war, half a semester into her 7th year. Ginny was chattering happily about Quidditch as Hermione started longingly at the empty seats beside her where Harry and Ron had sat in previous years. Ron and Hermione's relationship didn't last as Hermione went back to school and he went to become an Auror. He was gallivanting around with Lavender and left her with a broken heart. Ginny whistled sharply, a captain's whistle, and Hermione jumped, coming back to the real world.
"Sorry Gin," Hermione said meekly. She shrugged and nodded in the direction of Malfoy and McGonagall. She turned and looked at the two walking towards her. She groaned quietly.
"Ms. Granger. You have morning corridor duties with Mr. Malfoy before classes start this morning." Hermione nodded silently. She couldn't very well say no to the Headmistress. Malfoy sneered down at her, his Head Boy badge glinting in her face. She looked down and pulled hers out of her bag and pinned it to her robes. When she looked up, Malfoy smirked. Hermione looked away, towards Ginny, who was snickering at her blush.
She and Malfoy stood in the halls, monitoring the first years and making sure the fifth and sixth years didn't cause any trouble. Malfoy talked to his friends and tortured the first years. Typical. After the halls had cleared, Hermione went to the library to enjoy her free period. Malfoy and his partner in crime, Blaise Zabini, went off doing whatever it is those two get up to.
Draco waltzed into the library halfway through their break and sat down near Granger, who was too deep into her book to notice him. Granger never noticed him, unless he was bugging her. She hated him. And she had good reason to. He knew they could never be friends, despite his recent attempts. Draco had changed after the war. He never once had called her mudblood since school started back. He called her Granger. She still called him Ferret, mostly when she was annoyed, or Malfoy. He watched her read her book. Then he yawned and stretched, bored. He waited for the right moment to pounce. As she finally resurfaced and looked up at the large clock, he walked over to her, blocking her view. Granger frowned.
"Granger," he said smoothly.
"Yes Malfoy?" she said irritably, scowling as she got up to place the book back on the bookshelf. He waited until she'd wandered down the empty aisle and then he cornered her.
"You need to cut loose, Granger. Ya' wound too tightly. Come to the Three Broomsticks tonight." At the look on her face, he added, "Bring Weaselbee's sister if you don't trust me." At this she puffed up a bit more.
"I do not need to loosen up! I'm perfectly fine with my books and studies. I am perfectly fine! I will not meet you or your friends down in Hogsmeade!" He just smirked at her and Granger got even more flustered. The library emptied and she panicked slightly and shoved Draco out of the way. As she did, her badge popped off and fell to the ground without her noticing it. He picked it up and ran his thumb over it. Draco grinned. Granger /would/ be meeting him at the Three Broomsticks, it seemed.