Hermione Granger walked down one of the many corridors of Hogwarts. Straight to the headmasters office.
She was known as many things. Gryffindor Princess. Brightest witch of her age. 1 third of the Golden Trio. Everyone knew who she was. She had helped Harry Potter defeat Lord Voldemort in the war. All of the 7th years that had missed their final school year due to the war had been invited back for an 8th year to complete their studies. Hermione was not sure how Professor McGonagall had done it but there were now enough rooms for 8 year groups. And at this very moment she was on her way to Professor McGonagall's office for a meeting. She had received her letter last week, and since then was pretty sure she knew what she was stepping into. Professor McGonagall would be offering her the head girl position.
The head boy and head girl were going to be in 8th year, with deputy heads in the 7th year. McGonagall thought it fair as the 8th year students didn't get to have a final school year.
The only question was who would be head boy?
Perhaps Ernie Macmillan from Hufflepuff? He's one of the smartest boys in the year group. He had fought well in the Second Wizarding War; and although he was pompous at times, he was generally a good guy.
Or maybe Terry Boot? He had high grades, albeit not as high as hers, but he made up for it in extracurricular activities.
The two of them seemed like likely options. She had considered Harry but knew that Professor McGonagall would not choose two people in Gryffindor. And although she hated to admit it, many of the Slytherin's hated Harry and would never respect or listen to him. And McGonagall was trying to work on house unity.
There were other options such as Theodore Nott; or Draco Malfoy. But from what Hermione knew of them both, she prayed Professor McGonagall wouldn't choose either of them. Their fathers were both deatheaters for Merlin's sake! They were both rotting away in Azkaban; which they both deserved.
She also never understood how Draco wasn't put in Azkaban. He had admitted to having the dark mark, but whilst on trial, he had twisted his story to making it seem as if Voldemort had forced him to take it. And she didn't know if Theodore Nott had taken the mark but she knew he had done enough evil things against the Ministry and the good side in the war to earn imprisonment.
Hell, half of Slytherin house should be locked up in Azkaban! They had fought against Dumbledore's Army, against the Ministry and with Voldemort.
But putting all of that aside, Hermione knew she would have to try and get along with everyone in Slytherin house, helping along Professor McGonagall's plan for house unity.
Finally she reached the gargoyle outside the Head's office.
"Gumdrops" she said to the disguised door. It rotated slowly, showing stairs as it went. She quickly walked up them and came to the door. After a gentle knock she walked in. She was immediately greeted with the smell of wood and old books. Professor McGonagall was nowhere in sight. But someone else was. His snow like hair was the lightest thing in the room. She took slow steps as she walked over to stand next to him.
"Granger" he said, without even turning to look at her. His voice held no emotion, and he stood straight, hands folded behind his back.
"I assume you received a letter to be here. Head girl?" he asked, finally tilting his head to look at her. His eyes held their usual steel-grey colour, void of any warmth. She looked away from him and stared straight on at a bookcase.
"As a matter of fact, yes. Why are you here Malfoy?" she questioned.
"Isn't it obvious?" he said. Professor McGonagall finally entered her office, ending the two teenager's conversation.
"Mr Malfoy, Ms Granger" she greeted curtly.
"Professor" both replied.
"You both know why you are here?" she checked.
"Of course Professor" Draco replied smoothly. Hermione nodded. By now she had figured out why Malfoy was here, and her stomach had dropped to her feet.
"You two will be the Head Boy and Head Girl of our new 8th year. You will each have deputy heads in 7th year, and of course there will be two prefects from each house in 7th year. I will owl you your duties and the list of the deputy heads and prefects. Any questions?" she asked. Both teens shook their heads. McGonagall opened a drawer in her desk and produced two small badges and handed one each to Hermione and Draco.
Hermione inspected the badge. It was a red badge, similar to the prefect badges but instead of a large P, HEAD GIRL was written in gold writing. Looking over at Malfoy's badge she could see his was green with silver writing. They were both dismissed with a wave of McGonagall's hand. They both walked quickly and silently out of the office. As they walked down the corridor, Draco was the first to speak.
"Surprised that I'm the head boy Granger?" he asked with a small smirk.
"I'm surprised you were let back into Hogwarts actually" Hermione retorted.
"And why would that be?"
"Everyone at the school saw your participation in the war Malfoy. You have the dark mark, and you willingly walked back to your parents; against us" Hermione hissed.
"But they're my parents Granger. I couldn't abandon them" he said, and for a moment she thought it was sorrow she heard in his voice; but as she looked up to him she saw he had a malicious smile on his face, and a hand held over his heart mockingly.
"As if that really matters to you" she said.
"And why wouldn't it?" he asked, slightly interested. Although she knew it was unwise, she decided to push his buttons.
"Voldemort lost. Your father is in Azkaban, where he belongs-" Hermione was cut short when her back roughly hit the wall and Malfoy's hand was around her throat.
"Don't you dare talk about my father. Don't act as if you knew anything about my family" he hissed, staring down at her intently. He let go of her throat and placed his hands either side of her head, leaning against the wall. Hermione coughed but quickly regained her breath.
"You're filth Malfoy" Hermione breathed out.
"Says the muggle-born" Malfoy replied harshly.
Hermione flinched, thinking he would call her a mudblood. She still had that awful word carved into her skin. Draco's Aunt Bellatrix had carved it onto her last year, and no matter how many spells Hermione tried, the word would not completely fade. Now it lay on her skin in white lines as a scar would.
Draco noted how she flinched, figuring he could use it to his advantage later. She shoved her hands into his chest, successfully doing nothing.
"Leave me alone Malfoy" she hissed.
"I'm not doing anything Granger" he replied. She started beating her hands against his chest, but all she did was earn a glare from Malfoy. He grabbed her wrists in a small struggle and held them together. She stopped after he squeezed her wrists tightly.
"Are you done?" Malfoy asked. Her chest was rising up and down from the effort, and her cheeks slightly flushed. Draco looked down at the small witch in front of him. Gone was the frizzy brown mass of hair on her head. Now it was in tamed natural waves, reaching her mid back. Her chestnut brown hair now had honey highlights that blended well and her oversized teeth were no longer present. He looked down at her small body. She had grown very well over the years. Her tight maroon camisole hugged her top half perfectly, showing off her exquisite figure. Her black jeans cascaded down her long legs.
He liked what he saw now.
He had like what he had seen at the battle of Hogwarts.
The way she had fought against her enemies was breath-taking. She effortlessly fired spells, dodged attacks, all while looking composed and not once flustered. He felt like he had fallen for her in that moment. He had watched her grow over the years. He used to hate the way Granger knew every answer to each question, the way she always had her head in a book. But as each year passed, he admired her. Hate turned to admiration. He realised that she had both brains and beauty. And he wasn't the only one.
Many nights, the male members of the Slytherin common room had sat up talking about the finest girls in the year group, and Granger was often mentioned. Draco had many dreams over the Gryffindor Princess, and had fantasised about her constantly over the holidays.
And he knew he would have to make her his.
She would be the perfect women to birth his heirs. Brains, beauty, strength. Who cared about blood statuses? Voldemort was dead. Lucius Malfoy was dead to him.
Draco had seen Hermione bleed at the battle. Her blood wasn't brown like mud. It was red; as red as his own. So he would have her.
He had planned it all. Everyone knew she would be Head Girl so he would have to Head Boy. After phoning in a few favours he had found out that Ernie Macmillan would be Head Boy.
So then taking out Ernie had to be done. Luring him to Malfoy Manor was easy, and killing him? Childs play. Draco had made it quick and easy; no point in making a mess. Ernie had begged for his life, he wasn't even sure why he was being murdered.
~~~~~Flashback~~~~~
"Why are you doing this Malfoy?" Ernie screamed. Currently he sat chained up in Malfoy Manor's basement. His lip was puffy, and arm broken.
"This is necessary" Malfoy replied calmly, his eyes not leaving his victim once.
"Why? I've never wronged you? I'll give you whatever you want" Ernie begged.
"I am getting what I want"
"Then why am I here?" Ernie replied, breathing heavily as Malfoy raised his wand.
"You were the only obstacle" Draco pointed his wand at the Hufflepuff boy, and the tip started glowing green.
"Obstacle to what?" Tears were on Ernie's cheeks.
"Her" Draco uttered, before a light flashed out of his wand and Ernie's body went limp. Dead.
~~~~~End Of Flashback~~~~~
All the steps had been completed. The letter for Head Boy had arrived a few days later. Draco's mother was thrilled. She finally thought her son was doing well. He wouldn't be following in his father's footsteps.
"I'd never follow in that idiot's footsteps" Draco had thought to himself at the time.
Hermione tried pulling her wrists out of Draco's grip, to no avail. Draco leaned even closer to her. Her skin was flawless, and she smelled distinctly of vanilla.
"Get used to me darling" he whispered and let her go. He then started strolling down the corridor with a smile on his face. Hermione regained herself quickly, but remained confused at the look Malfoy had given her.
What had happened to Malfoy over the summer? Why had he grabbed her? Last year he hated being near her because of her mudblood germs. And now, he was leaning in close to her, touching her and giving her looks.
What was going on?
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