1Confessions of a Pureblood Ferret

-AimeeK-

Disclaimer: Me? Own Harry Potter? Ha! Yea, right!

Pairing: Draco and Hermione

Author's Note: Okay, I love the movie A Walk to Remember and there is this one scene that I have been wanting to give a Harry Potter spin on. So, I wrote it and then started thinking. I was writing starting at the middle of a story and that just wouldn't do. It was going to be a one shot. But now I know that it would be better as a full story. Oh one last thing, the first paragraph is originally from the one shot. And everything after it is a flashback leading up to it. As for the connection with A Walk to Remember – this story is very very loosely based on it. No character deaths. No cancer. But you will recognize like two of the scenes if you have seen the movie.

Chapter 1 – It All Started When

There she is, the brightest witch at Hogwarts, Hermione Granger. Sitting there, alone, at the Gryffindor table. Reading, as usual but wait - Alone? Where are Potty and Weasel anyways? Don't tell me even they aren't talking to her... I thought at least she would have them.

Wait - you're lost aren't you. Let me explain: Hermione Granger - this is the girl I had been sneaking glances at for the past month. Glances being the operative word. Talking would require two people. And she's refused to say so much as a word to me since that day. It's probably for the best though. This thing, it would be the death of me if my father found out. Or worse, the death of her. But I can stare can't I?

I know, I know. Pathetic huh? A Malfoy, infatuated with a Granger. So how did I, the great, Pureblood, Draco Malfoy become interested in a bushy haired Mudblood anyways? Well it all started…back when I had been caught hexing some first year named Sam or something. Mudblood, though that's not why I hexed him.

Anyways, I claimed it wasn't me but for an old bat McGonagall surprisingly sharp. She took me by the arm, and led to me to Dumbledore's office, lecturing me the whole way on how she expected better from a prefect. Blah, Blah, Blah.

So, I get to his office, McGonagall having said the password (Pixie Styx), and I sit down on this big, cushy chair that he conjures up out of no where. Here I am, sitting in front of the man who played a rather large part in sending my father to prison. How, I hated this man. But I kept all emotion off my face, just like my father taught me. To show emotion was to show weakness. I knew that.

"This is not the first time you have hexed a student, is it Draco?"

"No, it isn't"

He raised his eyebrows. Apparently expecting me to feel remorse or something. Ha! Fat chance! Since when has a Malfoy ever felt guilty got giving people what they deserve. 'Just like Dumbledore will get it someday,' I thought darkly.

He reached into his desk and pulled out four bottles of Firewhisky. Empty bottles. And I just knew the reason he pulled them out. These were the bottles, me and my 'friends' had drank in the Astronomy Tower the past weekend.

"Draco, this has got to stop." He told me, his voice suddenly stern. "Underage drinking, hexing students…" He trailed off.

I replied, sneering "What are you gonna do? Expel me?"

"Not yet. In addition to detentions with Professor McGonagall and helping Filch with some chores – No magic" He added upon seeing my face light up at the prospect of getting off easy. "– you will also join Ms. Granger in the Library on Tuesday and Thursday evenings."

Of course, I was curious as to why, but mostly I was disgusted at the idea of having to spend time with such a know it all, Harry Potter's best friend.

Dumbledore hastened to explain himself. "Tutoring sessions. I have noticed that you are having a rough time in your Muggle Studies class and I have asked Ms. Granger to assist you.

I was no longer able to conceal my emotions and before I knew it, I was on my feet yelling. "Granger? Teaching me? There is not why I am giving that – that Mudblood a chance to speak down to me!"

In an instant, Dumbledore was standing too. I could tell he was angry, not by his voice, because he did not yell, but by the way his hair flew backwards as though caught in a non-existent gust of wind.

"Number one, Mr. Malfoy. You do not have any choice in the matter. And number two. I don't ever, ever, want to hear you use that word to describe one of my students."

"I won't," I said quietly, sitting back down. "Let you hear." I added to myself.

But to tell you the truth, I was scared. Heck! If the Dark Lord is allowed to be afraid of him then I sure as hell was. Not that I would ever tell anyone…

Anyways Dumbledore sits back down and says in this eerily calm, slightly cheerful voice, as though nothing had just happened, "Alright Tuesday. Library. 7 o'clock. Got it?"

"Yes sir." I replied, quite startled by his sudden change in manner.

"Okay you may go."

I stood and made for the door.

"And Draco?"

I turned.

"It's time you started experiencing new things, spending time with different kinds of people." He paused. "Don't mess it up."