Dramione Fan Fiction
Prologue:
4 months has passed since the war and things are starting to become normal again. The Golden Trio and others return for their final year at Hogwarts, but will things be different from now on? Hermione Granger is Head Girl with Head Boy as Draco Malfoy; will things change between these so-called enemies? Will anything arise between these polar opposites? My first fan-fiction, so if you could read and tell me what you think? :D
Chapter 1- Mudbloods, Questions and Crushes
Hermione POV
The hushed clicking of her shoes in the vast Entrance Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was comfortingly familiar; she sighed. She had missed this place more than almost anywhere over the time she had spent camping during the war. Hermione winched at the memories, they still haunted her in her dreams, and now her waking moments as well.
But she had to stay strong, she was Head Girl after all, it was her duty to her school. She was ecstatic when she got the letter during the holidays after the war. Her stomach had dropped when she realised who was Head Boy. Him. Draco Malfoy…Now they had to share dorms, as Head Prefects usually did, she would be sleeping next to her arch enemy!
Hermione made a disgusted sound from the back of her throat, as she headed down the steps to the dungeons on her own, she had to do potions as much as she wished she didn't, If I want to be an auror I have to study harder than I ever have, Hermione thought. Harry and Ron also wanted to become aurors, but they were in her opinion not really focused enough to put in the hard yards. Harry and Ron had left her after breakfast saying they wanted to practice Quidditch before class started. Hermione sighed again, it was only first day back and two thirds of the "Golden Trio" were already preoccupied. Hermione, now used to the boys going off had left her the opportunity to study alone in the library.
Hermione, now early to class from leaving the library sooner than usual, still wrapped in her own thoughts began to hear the friendly yet still snarky banter of Slytherins. She dreaded having to face the Slytherins without the two boys to protect her, even though she was a "war hero" she was still allowed to dread facing them.
She rounded the corner to face the Slytherin sixth years, and was not disappointed by the sneers and smirks that adorned their faces when they laid eyes on her. She was then faced by the tornado of insults that could only have been Pansy Parkinson.
"Well, well, look who we have here boys!" Pansy sneered,"Mudblood Granger, now Head Girl! Poor Draco having to share a dorm with this slut!"
Hermione's mouth opened on her own accord and was entirely surprised with what words came out next.
"I'm sorry I was under the illusion that I was staying in a dorm with Draco, not you, I must be mistaken!"
Pansy's mouth along with all the Slytherins dropped opened in surprise to what the "Mudblood Slut" had said.
Draco POV
Pansy's pug like face turned an ugly shade of puce, looking absurdly alike to Harry's Uncle Vernon. Pansy pulled her wand out her pocked with stubby fingers, pointing it at the bucktoothed witch hissing "Oh, you will regret that Mudblood!"
"Pansy, enough." he said in his usual drawl, a sneer pulling onto his face, looking at his sometimes girlfriend. Pansy's face, now almost returned to its usual colour was now a mask of shock before pulling into a trademark Slytherin sneer, though she couldn't hide the shock and feeling of betrayal from her eyes.
He turned back to Granger before sarcastically hinting, "You're supposed to say thank you, if you didn't know Mudblood. That is what civilised people do anyway."
Hermione POV
She felt her eyes narrow considerably and hissed a quick thank you before turning on her heel and stalking off into the now opened classroom, only to knock into a man with a large moustache and an even larger stomach. She squeaked in surprise before rushing out an apology "OhmygoProfessorIdidn'tsheyouthereIamreallysorry!"
Professor Slughorn waved away the apology good-naturedly and ushered the rest of the students behind her to enter behind her.
Hermione huffed and as she slammed her books down on the desks, before looking to her very puffed, and sweaty, almost late best-friends. She muffled profanities under her breath during the entire lesson, while taking notes; only half-concentrating at what Prof. Slughorn said. Harry and Ron kept looking at her on the edge of laughter, just by the screwed up expression on her face.
By the end of the lesson, Hermione's mood had not improved and as the bell rang she was stuffing her books in her bag so viciously, you would think they had personally insulted her.
Hermione spent the rest of her day, up until lunch in a foul mood, until someone had the audacity to ask her what she was annoyed about.
"Those bloody pricks get away with EVERTHING!Why no teachers ever do anything about it, I have no bloody idea! URRRGHHH!" she exploded at the top of her lungs before realising she was in a crowded lunch room filled with staff and students, and that she was now Head Girl and with a reputation to uphold.
Draco POV
The whole hall had gone silent at Granger's rant, you could hear her fork fall and rattle onto her plate of chicken as she realised that she had practically screamed at her full capability. I could see even from the Slytherin table that she was blushing furiously and on the verge of tears.
But before anyone could react she had swooped up her books and speed-walked out of the hall, as fast as she possibly could without running, but as she ran out the dead silent hall you heard a heart-wrenching sob echoing, then she was gone.
Before he had realised what he was doing, he stood, gathered his things and followed her to their newly assigned dormitories, where he gathered that she would hide in. As I stood out the front of the portrait of Merlin, I whispered the password "Petrificus Totalus", The portrait swung open to reveal a bushy haired girl lying face-down on a couch, not crying but just sobbing, heart-wrenching, soul-tearing sobs. Wait a minute; I am a Malfoy, why do I care about a stupid crying Mudblood, and why did I defend her earlier?
At that moment he had no real answer so he crossed the fancily furnished room to the crying teenager and laid his hand on her back…
Hermione POV
She had run to the Head dorms and gasped out the password to the portrait before running and flinging herself onto the soft, velvety couch. She didn't know how long she had been lying there when he came in and stood by the doorway. She didn't cry hoping that it would save her from taunting later on, but she couldn't help but release the bone- shaking sobs that racked her petite body.
She heard the soft shushing sound of feet on carpet as he crossed the room to bend down beside her and then felt his hand on her back…
All of a sudden she sat up and threw her arms around his neck at complete surprise to the Slytherin Head boy, and let the pent up tears flow. She realised she didn't care at that moment that he was in Slytherin and her Gryffindor, she didn't care if he had once been a death eater, she didn't care.
Draco POV
He didn't know how long he had been sitting there with the crying girl on his shoulder, her arms thrown carelessly around is pale neck. Eventually the sobbing and crying slowed into irregular hick-ups and she looked into his eyes. Tear trails still marking her face, he looked into her eyes and saw all the emotions, no walls or witty comebacks to hide how she really felt. He saw the loneliness and self-hatred that he usually felt but let no-one ever see, mirrored exactly into her eyes.
He then realised how starved this girl was for attention, the other parts of the golden trio had left her constantly on her own to willow in self-loathing, he hated that she felt this way but he had no idea why he hated it.
My god, do I fancy Granger?The Gryffindor Slut? Sneered his inner-Slytherin that sounded remarkably like his recently dead father.
What if I do? How could that possibly be a bad thing? This voice sounded familiarly like Dumbledore's and he shuddered at the memory of seeing him fall, fall down, through the dark sky, down to the foot of the Astronomy Tower where he lied dead.
He was still looking into her beautiful, sorrowful brown eyes, and the answer to his question immediately became clear….