A/N: My first HP story... I never thought I'd ever write one of these,
Harry Potter isn't my favorite book. But then, I came across the
Hermione/Draco pairing... and suddenly I had an idea. Yes, this is a
Hermione/Draco fic, but it won't be all fluff, I promise. Though fluff is
nice, too much of it is bad. So expect lots butt kicking action later on,
not to mention when Draco is beaten up in the second chapter... hehe...
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters; they belong to J. K. Rowling. (Gee, it feels weird writing Rowling instead of Colfer...)
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Inside Out
Chapter 1: A New Teacher
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Hermione glanced around the smoky air of Diagon Alley again, typical of the boys to be late. Harry had gone to Ron's before coming to Diagon Alley to meet her, so it was all you could expect of them to be late.
But unbeknownst to Hermione, two cloaked figures were sneaking up on her from behind. She squealed in surprise, confusion, and fear, remembering that Voldemort was at large as she was grabbed from behind and found herself held tight in muscular arms.
"Hermione!" Two deep, masculine voices called in unison.
Hermione quieted and then smiled, returning the hug to her two best friends. "Ron! Harry! Don't scare me like that!" She laughed delightedly.
"Yep, we sure gotcha!" Ron grinned and released her, as did Harry.
She turned around to get a good look at them, looking them both up and down. "Good Merlin! Look at you! You're huge!" She had to shade her eyes as she bent her head back to look at their faces.
Their grins widened. Harry said, "Yeah, we're almost big enough to be your own Crabbe and Goyle. We'll follow you everywhere and laugh at stupid things and run into walls like the real Crabbe and Goyle."
Ron laughed. "Yeah, all you need are minions to help you in your evil plot to make everyone study on weekends!"
The gleeful trio laughed. "Anyways," Hermione said in her business-like tone when she had stopped laughing, "We better get going; you two already wasted enough time by being late. Have you got your lists?"
They both held up pieces of paper.
"Good. Then a quick stop at Gringotts and we're off shopping!" She turned on her heel, ready to start off towards the bank; only problem was she found herself in front of a very unwelcome face.
Draco Malfoy sneered at Harry and Ron, he had not been deprived of the same growth spurts her friends had gone through over the summer and Hermione felt dwarfed with the giants of boys on all sides of her. The boys just glared at each other for a few moments, apparently ignoring her. But then Malfoy's gray-blue eyes turned to Hermione and she stiffened, almost feeling the cold in his icy glare as it touched her. Hermione refused to let herself blush as his eyes traveled down her body, she felt the she would puke all over his fancy, and probably expensive, shoes if he didn't stop looking at her with that considering look in his eyes.
"Well, well, well. It looks like a couple of summer growth spurts have served you well, Granger," His eyes settled on her chest and Hermione cursed her decision of wearing the powder blue sweater with the low neck and tight fit that she had gotten from her aunt her last birthday. Malfoy continued, and Hermione really started to feel sick as she saw the mild interest in his eyes. "Leaving you quite a bit more... voluptuous, if I may say so?"
Then Harry and Ron were in front of her and she blessed them silently for cutting her off from those cold gray eyes.
"You keep away from her, Malfoy." Harry said menacingly.
Malfoy raised one pale eyebrow condescendingly. "I don't believe you have the authority to command me, Potter. As Head Boy, I AM the authority."
Hermione stifled a groan. She had to share power with Malfoy then; she had already told Harry and Ron through her letters that she had been chosen for Head Girl. But she might as well get started with her responsibilities, so she elbowed aside Harry and Ron before either could draw their wands and start threatening.
"Not necessarily, Malfoy." She said, keeping her voice steady and her expression calm as Malfoy's cold eyes settled on her again. "You shouldn't expect to be the only one with a Head position." She tried to meet his gaze, to challenge him. But his eyes were traveling downward again. She shivered, and it wasn't just the cold.
As Malfoy seemed to have finished examining her with his eyes, he stretched his lips in what almost resembled a smile. "I'll be looking forward to it, Miss Granger." He said, responding to her unspoken challenge. Then he pushed past them and stalked off.
Hermione shivered again as she watched his retreating back, there had been something in his eyes when he said those parting words that had scared her dearly.
"Creep." Ron said, watching him go.
Harry frowned. "You okay, Mione?"
She nodded, turning away as Malfoy turned a corner. "C'mon, we've got things to do."
Harry and Ron shrugged as they followed her up the alley.
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Ron and Harry hauled at the heavy trunk, just barely able to lift it off the floor.
"Geez, Hermione! What have you got in this bloody thing?" Ron panted.
Hermione blushed and shrugged from her seat. "Oh, you know, girl stuff."
Somehow, after several minutes of much pushing and hauling, and cursing from Ron, the boys were able to get the trunk onto the shelf where the baggage was kept above the train seats. Harry and Ron plunked down on either side of her as the Hogwarts Express soared over the tracks, both of them were breathing heavily.
"Thanks, guys," She said while getting up, "But I gotta go." She waved at them as she left the compartment; their returned waves weren't quite so enthusiastic due to their drained energy. Hermione headed down the hall to where the Perfects would be.
Upon entry, she was greeted by the usual group of Perfects, all of which were talking and gossiping amongst themselves. When she looked around, she despaired to see the only open seat was next to the window. But it wasn't the window that bothered her, it was who she would have to sit next to. Malfoy leaned casually against the cushions, his arms propped behind him along the top of the seat. He made no move to make room for her when she sat down, forcing her to squish against the glass or squish against Malfoy. Obviously, she chose the glass.
Malfoy smirked as she settled herself. "You're late, Granger."
She ignored him, staring out the window. He wasn't worth her patience.
"So, which of your boyfriends were you squandering your time with, Potter or Weasley? Or maybe you figured out how to kiss two people at once?"
Hermione turned and glared at him. She abhorred the idea of ever kissing Ron or Harry, they were close friends, be never meant to be THAT close. But when her brown eyes met his gray ones, she felt her cheeks flush. He had that look in his eyes again.
Hermione swallowed and looked away, resolving to stay silent for the rest of the ride, and to never look Malfoy in the eye again.
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"Gosh, it sure feels great to be home again, doesn't it?" Harry said while finishing his breakfast.
Ron nodded. "Mmep." He said around a mouthful of food.
Hermione decided to let Ron's disregard for good table manners slide this time. She straightened on her bench in the clamorous Great Hall. "I wonder who our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is." She frowned when she saw the empty seat at the teacher's table.
Ron and Harry followed her gaze and both shrugged. "I dunno," Harry said, "But whoever it is sure made us buy a lot of books."
"Yeah." Ron said after finally swallowing. "Might as well have made us buy a whole bloody library. The books were expensive, too. I hardly had enough money for Fred and George's shop; even with that discount they gave us."
"Well, we'll find out I guess, since we all have Defense Against the Dark Arts first." Hermione said as she got up from the table.
Ron and Harry followed her. When they entered the classroom no one but the students were present. Hermione frowned, looking at the empty desk. When she saw Harry and Ron had already found their seats there was only one seat left, in between Ron and... Malfoy. Fabulous. Was Malfoy planning it out so she had to sit next to him all the time? She sighed as she took her seat, just as the doors opened to admit the new teacher. Everyone turned to see the new arrival, the room had gone quiet so she could hear Malfoy curse under his breath next to her. Curious as to what had provoked such language, she turned around and gasped in surprise herself.
Walking down the aisle towards the new desk at the front of the room was what looked like an older version of Draco Malfoy. The same ferret-ish face, calm gray eyes, and hair color. But there were differences. His hair was longer, almost as long as Professor Snape's and tied in a small pony tail at the nape of his neck. He was also of stronger build than Malfoy, a well- shaped body with quite a selection of muscles was noticeable under his night black robe.
"Good morning, class!" The Malfoy look-alike said, smiling good humouredly. Hermione blinked, a smile like that was something she had thought never to see on a face so much like Malfoy's. "I am your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. You may refer to me as Professor Malfoy."
There were gasps and murmurings as the surname was recognized. Hermione chanced a glance at Malfoy beside her. He was paler than usual and trying his best to look small. She almost smiled, this could get interesting.
"Now," Continued Professor Malfoy, "As I know many of you are wondering, I am indeed related to Draco Malfoy, who happens to be attending this very class."
The murmuring grew louder and heads turned to look at the mentioned wizard. Hermione noticed he was sinking lower into his seat.
She leaned over and whispered almost spitefully, "What's wrong, Malfoy?"
He glared at her. "None of your business, so just back off, mudblood." He whispered back harshly.
She scowled at the word, but when she turned her attention back to the new teacher she found he was standing over her. She panicked, had what she said to Malfoy angered his relative? The anger of an older Malfoy was not one of the things she ever wanted to endure in her life. But no, his glare wasn't directed at her, but at Malfoy.
"What was that I heard?" The professor said, his eyes narrowing.
She saw Malfoy's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed and shook his head.
The professor leaned down until the two Malfoys were almost nose to nose. "Just because I'm your uncle doesn't mean I'll be going easy on you, Draco."
Malfoy twitched, fear visible in his eyes. Hermione marveled at this, and at how young her new professor looked now that he was closer. He looked to be only in his mid-twenties or younger, but that would make him a whole two decades younger than Lucius, who must be his brother.
"Answer my question, Draco."
She watched as Malfoy swallowed again. "H-how did you... get out of Azkaban?" He whispered.
Hermione knew it was only meant for the Professor's ears but she was close enough to hear. She wondered if Professor Malfoy was another follower of Voldemort, his actions to support which would have landed him in Azkaban. If that was so, then he could lead to trouble. Did Dumbledore know?
Hermione watched the Professor's eyebrow twitch and he whispered something, but she couldn't hear.
Professor Malfoy straightened. "Fifty points from Slytherin, I will not tolerate any such bad language while you are under my watch."
They were good words to hear, but Hermione still watched him suspiciously as class progressed.
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A/N: Hehe... Draco has an uncle! I'm so evil... But you'll have to wait to find out why Draco feared his anger so much. I have the next chapter written, just have to type it up.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters; they belong to J. K. Rowling. (Gee, it feels weird writing Rowling instead of Colfer...)
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Inside Out
Chapter 1: A New Teacher
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Hermione glanced around the smoky air of Diagon Alley again, typical of the boys to be late. Harry had gone to Ron's before coming to Diagon Alley to meet her, so it was all you could expect of them to be late.
But unbeknownst to Hermione, two cloaked figures were sneaking up on her from behind. She squealed in surprise, confusion, and fear, remembering that Voldemort was at large as she was grabbed from behind and found herself held tight in muscular arms.
"Hermione!" Two deep, masculine voices called in unison.
Hermione quieted and then smiled, returning the hug to her two best friends. "Ron! Harry! Don't scare me like that!" She laughed delightedly.
"Yep, we sure gotcha!" Ron grinned and released her, as did Harry.
She turned around to get a good look at them, looking them both up and down. "Good Merlin! Look at you! You're huge!" She had to shade her eyes as she bent her head back to look at their faces.
Their grins widened. Harry said, "Yeah, we're almost big enough to be your own Crabbe and Goyle. We'll follow you everywhere and laugh at stupid things and run into walls like the real Crabbe and Goyle."
Ron laughed. "Yeah, all you need are minions to help you in your evil plot to make everyone study on weekends!"
The gleeful trio laughed. "Anyways," Hermione said in her business-like tone when she had stopped laughing, "We better get going; you two already wasted enough time by being late. Have you got your lists?"
They both held up pieces of paper.
"Good. Then a quick stop at Gringotts and we're off shopping!" She turned on her heel, ready to start off towards the bank; only problem was she found herself in front of a very unwelcome face.
Draco Malfoy sneered at Harry and Ron, he had not been deprived of the same growth spurts her friends had gone through over the summer and Hermione felt dwarfed with the giants of boys on all sides of her. The boys just glared at each other for a few moments, apparently ignoring her. But then Malfoy's gray-blue eyes turned to Hermione and she stiffened, almost feeling the cold in his icy glare as it touched her. Hermione refused to let herself blush as his eyes traveled down her body, she felt the she would puke all over his fancy, and probably expensive, shoes if he didn't stop looking at her with that considering look in his eyes.
"Well, well, well. It looks like a couple of summer growth spurts have served you well, Granger," His eyes settled on her chest and Hermione cursed her decision of wearing the powder blue sweater with the low neck and tight fit that she had gotten from her aunt her last birthday. Malfoy continued, and Hermione really started to feel sick as she saw the mild interest in his eyes. "Leaving you quite a bit more... voluptuous, if I may say so?"
Then Harry and Ron were in front of her and she blessed them silently for cutting her off from those cold gray eyes.
"You keep away from her, Malfoy." Harry said menacingly.
Malfoy raised one pale eyebrow condescendingly. "I don't believe you have the authority to command me, Potter. As Head Boy, I AM the authority."
Hermione stifled a groan. She had to share power with Malfoy then; she had already told Harry and Ron through her letters that she had been chosen for Head Girl. But she might as well get started with her responsibilities, so she elbowed aside Harry and Ron before either could draw their wands and start threatening.
"Not necessarily, Malfoy." She said, keeping her voice steady and her expression calm as Malfoy's cold eyes settled on her again. "You shouldn't expect to be the only one with a Head position." She tried to meet his gaze, to challenge him. But his eyes were traveling downward again. She shivered, and it wasn't just the cold.
As Malfoy seemed to have finished examining her with his eyes, he stretched his lips in what almost resembled a smile. "I'll be looking forward to it, Miss Granger." He said, responding to her unspoken challenge. Then he pushed past them and stalked off.
Hermione shivered again as she watched his retreating back, there had been something in his eyes when he said those parting words that had scared her dearly.
"Creep." Ron said, watching him go.
Harry frowned. "You okay, Mione?"
She nodded, turning away as Malfoy turned a corner. "C'mon, we've got things to do."
Harry and Ron shrugged as they followed her up the alley.
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Ron and Harry hauled at the heavy trunk, just barely able to lift it off the floor.
"Geez, Hermione! What have you got in this bloody thing?" Ron panted.
Hermione blushed and shrugged from her seat. "Oh, you know, girl stuff."
Somehow, after several minutes of much pushing and hauling, and cursing from Ron, the boys were able to get the trunk onto the shelf where the baggage was kept above the train seats. Harry and Ron plunked down on either side of her as the Hogwarts Express soared over the tracks, both of them were breathing heavily.
"Thanks, guys," She said while getting up, "But I gotta go." She waved at them as she left the compartment; their returned waves weren't quite so enthusiastic due to their drained energy. Hermione headed down the hall to where the Perfects would be.
Upon entry, she was greeted by the usual group of Perfects, all of which were talking and gossiping amongst themselves. When she looked around, she despaired to see the only open seat was next to the window. But it wasn't the window that bothered her, it was who she would have to sit next to. Malfoy leaned casually against the cushions, his arms propped behind him along the top of the seat. He made no move to make room for her when she sat down, forcing her to squish against the glass or squish against Malfoy. Obviously, she chose the glass.
Malfoy smirked as she settled herself. "You're late, Granger."
She ignored him, staring out the window. He wasn't worth her patience.
"So, which of your boyfriends were you squandering your time with, Potter or Weasley? Or maybe you figured out how to kiss two people at once?"
Hermione turned and glared at him. She abhorred the idea of ever kissing Ron or Harry, they were close friends, be never meant to be THAT close. But when her brown eyes met his gray ones, she felt her cheeks flush. He had that look in his eyes again.
Hermione swallowed and looked away, resolving to stay silent for the rest of the ride, and to never look Malfoy in the eye again.
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"Gosh, it sure feels great to be home again, doesn't it?" Harry said while finishing his breakfast.
Ron nodded. "Mmep." He said around a mouthful of food.
Hermione decided to let Ron's disregard for good table manners slide this time. She straightened on her bench in the clamorous Great Hall. "I wonder who our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is." She frowned when she saw the empty seat at the teacher's table.
Ron and Harry followed her gaze and both shrugged. "I dunno," Harry said, "But whoever it is sure made us buy a lot of books."
"Yeah." Ron said after finally swallowing. "Might as well have made us buy a whole bloody library. The books were expensive, too. I hardly had enough money for Fred and George's shop; even with that discount they gave us."
"Well, we'll find out I guess, since we all have Defense Against the Dark Arts first." Hermione said as she got up from the table.
Ron and Harry followed her. When they entered the classroom no one but the students were present. Hermione frowned, looking at the empty desk. When she saw Harry and Ron had already found their seats there was only one seat left, in between Ron and... Malfoy. Fabulous. Was Malfoy planning it out so she had to sit next to him all the time? She sighed as she took her seat, just as the doors opened to admit the new teacher. Everyone turned to see the new arrival, the room had gone quiet so she could hear Malfoy curse under his breath next to her. Curious as to what had provoked such language, she turned around and gasped in surprise herself.
Walking down the aisle towards the new desk at the front of the room was what looked like an older version of Draco Malfoy. The same ferret-ish face, calm gray eyes, and hair color. But there were differences. His hair was longer, almost as long as Professor Snape's and tied in a small pony tail at the nape of his neck. He was also of stronger build than Malfoy, a well- shaped body with quite a selection of muscles was noticeable under his night black robe.
"Good morning, class!" The Malfoy look-alike said, smiling good humouredly. Hermione blinked, a smile like that was something she had thought never to see on a face so much like Malfoy's. "I am your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. You may refer to me as Professor Malfoy."
There were gasps and murmurings as the surname was recognized. Hermione chanced a glance at Malfoy beside her. He was paler than usual and trying his best to look small. She almost smiled, this could get interesting.
"Now," Continued Professor Malfoy, "As I know many of you are wondering, I am indeed related to Draco Malfoy, who happens to be attending this very class."
The murmuring grew louder and heads turned to look at the mentioned wizard. Hermione noticed he was sinking lower into his seat.
She leaned over and whispered almost spitefully, "What's wrong, Malfoy?"
He glared at her. "None of your business, so just back off, mudblood." He whispered back harshly.
She scowled at the word, but when she turned her attention back to the new teacher she found he was standing over her. She panicked, had what she said to Malfoy angered his relative? The anger of an older Malfoy was not one of the things she ever wanted to endure in her life. But no, his glare wasn't directed at her, but at Malfoy.
"What was that I heard?" The professor said, his eyes narrowing.
She saw Malfoy's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed and shook his head.
The professor leaned down until the two Malfoys were almost nose to nose. "Just because I'm your uncle doesn't mean I'll be going easy on you, Draco."
Malfoy twitched, fear visible in his eyes. Hermione marveled at this, and at how young her new professor looked now that he was closer. He looked to be only in his mid-twenties or younger, but that would make him a whole two decades younger than Lucius, who must be his brother.
"Answer my question, Draco."
She watched as Malfoy swallowed again. "H-how did you... get out of Azkaban?" He whispered.
Hermione knew it was only meant for the Professor's ears but she was close enough to hear. She wondered if Professor Malfoy was another follower of Voldemort, his actions to support which would have landed him in Azkaban. If that was so, then he could lead to trouble. Did Dumbledore know?
Hermione watched the Professor's eyebrow twitch and he whispered something, but she couldn't hear.
Professor Malfoy straightened. "Fifty points from Slytherin, I will not tolerate any such bad language while you are under my watch."
They were good words to hear, but Hermione still watched him suspiciously as class progressed.
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A/N: Hehe... Draco has an uncle! I'm so evil... But you'll have to wait to find out why Draco feared his anger so much. I have the next chapter written, just have to type it up.