A/N: Hello dearies, this is my first dramione fanfic so please be merciful when you review. I am not a brain-stormer so you can say that this story is made up by random ideas. I can assure you that if you don't "love" the beginning, as the story progresses it'll get better, because the beginning is saved to explain a lot of the things that will be happening in the future of the story. I will try to update as much as possible (aka within days /or weeks). You'll have to be patient with me ladies and gents; exams are coming up so I must have time to study. Etc. etc. ---- XoXo Alisia.
Dramione fanfic: Guide to Dating a Ponce
Chapter 1: Remnants by Candlelight
"Dracoooo! Dracooo! ….Draco Malfoy!" the fleeting footsteps of a young Hermione Granger stomped across the beautiful woods of Malfoy manor. She felt weary as she wondered the forests, completely lost. She blamed the whole situation on the stupid git that got her in this scenario in the first place, Draco Malfoy.
Two years ago during summer, Hermione was forced into meeting him by her parents. They said she was meeting their friend's kid son, telling her he was a delight to have as a companion. Also saying that he would surely play with an adorable thing like her, but instead he spent the whole time using all his efforts to ignore her! Whenever she followed him he would use one of his manor's secret entrances to escape her. Later on he started making up cruel names and puns to use whenever she was around. She grew to dislike him as seasons came and went, and he also came to dislike her. They gossiped about each other to their friends and playmates and told their friends how horrible it was to have to meet each other again and again every season.
One Christmas when Hermione and her family came to stay at Malfoy Manor for the holidays, she brought along her friend Evelyn. Together, she and Evelyn concocted a potion that turned Draco's skin orange, which stayed on for two whole months. Hence the competition began on who could best the other. Thanksgiving, Hermione's food was poisoned with wolf bane that caused her to grow fur all over her body. She glared accusingly at Draco and his Italian friend, Blaise who both acted innocently, denying any blame that it was them. Easter, Draco was turned into a chicken; mind you he also laid eggs. Valentines, Hermione had received an anonymous love letter that was powdered with poison ivy. Spring break, during a Quidditch tournament of Puddlemeres against Bulgarians, Draco was chased by a troll all the way into the girl's lavatory, staying frozen in there for hours out of fear. "Like a girl." Hermione always said as she reminisced back to her personal joke.
Now as tea progressed, her parents decided it was time for "Adults" to talk and they patted her head and pushed her into the direction of the young Malfoy. As Draco saw her walking hesitantly towards him, he picked up his toys and ran towards the forests. Hermione had no idea why she followed him into the dark, horrible looking forest. After fifteen minutes of trying to locate the little snot, she couldn't find any trace of him. She looked back and forth to see no opening whatsoever.
"Oh this is not good…" The nine year old Hermione looked fearfully at the scary faces of the trees, imagining them with gleaming, evil smirks. 'Like someone I know' Hermione thought. Adrenaline rushed through her little heart and she suddenly sprang into a full throttle sprint, not aware that she was going deeper into the forest. After she exhausted herself, she went and sat down, leaning onto a nearby tree.
"I want my mommy and daddy. I don't want to die here!" Hermione shouted. It was too silent and Hermione wished something would rustle or make noise, something to show that she wasn't alone. But as she kept thinking about it, she remembered a fairytale that her mother told her about a girl with a red hood and a vicious wolf. The girl with a red hood had a family like her and as Hermione listed the possible similarities of the story relating to her she could only come up with three differences. She was not wearing a red hood, she was not delivering goodies to her grandma, and she did not know the way out of the forest. So the wolf could eat her up at anytime…just great.
As she began thinking of the chances there would be a wolf in the forest, she heard the rustling of leaves steadily coming towards her. She began hyperventilating and slowly rolled into a tight ball, praying for the wolf to not notice her and leave her alone. Tears were flowing down her face and dirt got smudged onto her clean clothes. 'Mother would have a fit, if I survive to see her.' Hermione thought.
"Eh Granger…I don't know whether your mother taught you common logic, but normal people usually sleep on beds." The snappy, rich tone of his voice brought Hermione back to reality. She stared at him with doe like eyes, glittering with forgotten tears.
As he stood in front of her and proceeded to crouch down, "You okay Granger? Looks like you just came out of a storm." He could see her injuries perfectly. She had a small scratch bleeding from her chin and her elbows and knees were turning a sickly yellow. 'They're probably infected' he told himself. She stared at him, her eyes a rare milk chocolate brown, right into his very soul.
She suddenly jumped up and hugged him, breaking his crouch and making him fall on the ground from her weight. She wailed and cried out all her troubles, probably staining his white button up shirt. He was underneath her and felt not detest or disgust, but whatever this feeling was…it did unusual things to his stomach.
After a few moments of the aftershock, he gently held her as she finished her last set of tears. He lifted her to sit on her knees and peered at her face. Taking out a silk handkerchief, he carefully wiped away the last remaining tears. They stared at each other, but then looked away. Both blushing as red as the day they were born. Draco looked the other way trying to cover up his embarrassing blush.
"Erm…Since you're done crying let's go. Mother sent me out to search for you and if she doesn't see you in one piece, she threatens to take away my juniors flying broom, which is not going to happen." He pulled her up by her hand, but she wouldn't get up. He gripped her arm and pulled again but again she did not get up. He glared at her only to find her sniveling yet again.
"What now!?" He yelled at her. She jumped at his tone and blubbered out, "My left foot…it really hurts. I think I've broken something."
"Are you kidding me…?" He sighed out. He looked at her and rolled his eyes. Then he hunched down onto his knees, his back to the injured girl.
"Here…use my back. If this rebounds back on me, I'll regret it. So hurry up and get on." He stared lowly, making sure to avoid her stare.
"But…" Hermione stated hesitantly.
"Just do it Granger! Unless you want to rot out here in the cold, I suggest you get on!" He yelled at her.
She gazed at him, wondering why he was acting so chivalrously. 'What if he's setting me up for another trap?' she shivered at what he might do. 'Tricking me while I'm defenseless?' She stared hesitantly at his back. Do I have any other choice?' She shook her head and made a decision. Slowly, avoiding the use of her left foot, she climbed onto his back. She was so close to him that she could smell the amazing scent coming off his body.
He heard her sniff his neck, which made the hairs on his neck jump up. 'Why are you nervous Draco? This is nothing for you! Think of Astoria, Daphne, and Pansy. Not to mention Caroline, Victoria, that one girl, and all the other females you've completed.' He thought. Oh yes, Draco Malfoy was a manwhore, even when he was only nine years old and in Acrames Prepatory School for Young Wizards and Witches. He already was having his own fan club of little witches that wanted him to be their boyfriend.
Hermione softly cradled her head into his warm neck, feeling tired and sore from her journey through the forest. Draco sighed at the silky feeling of her curly hair lying embedded in his neck. His eyes suddenly widened and he remembered who he was carrying on his back. He shrugged and was ready to shake her awake until he saw the tranquil expression on her face. Her face was rid of any harshness, which she usually bared at him, and its usual glow was personified by the midnight moon. Her lips were placed in a small, but dazzling smile, and as if by magic it widened even further when he was staring at her.
As he walked home, he took moments to peer over his head, feeling addicted at the expression of peace on her face as she slept. And as she was taken from his back by her frantic mother, feeling quite distraught as to why her daughter was in such poor quality, he felt the loss of something precious to him. His mother stared at him, clearly displeased at Hermione's condition. She was about to lead him into the kitchen to have a "serious" discussion, but before she could Hermione awoke.
Her eyes were barely open and she looked to still be subconscious. Her little hands reached out to Draco from her place in her mother's arms. He slowly walked to her with a confused expression on his face. His mother stood still, staring interestingly at the two. Draco gently clasped Hermione's hand in his, loving the warmness of the soft skin. She gently gripped his hand and calmly stated, "Draco did not do anything to me Mrs. Malfoy. I ran around the forest and got lost, but he found me and carried me back. Please Mrs. Malfoy don't punish Draco for what I did." She then gradually, settled back into sleep holding onto his hand.
Silence lasted for a few minutes until her mother stood up with her child, breaking Draco's contact with Hermione. She grinned at Draco while stroking her daughter's soft hair, "We owe you our lives Draco Malfoy, our daughter means the world to us and if there is any consolation that you're looking for…any at all, please feel free to ask us." she finished it, patting his head affectionately. Mr. Granger looked at the boy and smiled, "You did good kid." ruffling up his neatly combed head.
Hermione squirmed around her parents arms, cuddling against her parents as they flooed her to St. Mungos. She ended up having to wear a cast for about two months, but other than that she was fine. Draco was let off with no punishments, but he did get yelled at. From then on Draco and Hermione made an invisible truce and continued visiting each other. They grew up to be great friends; however, neither Draco nor Hermione ever resolved their unusual feelings for each other that were revealed that night. The issue did not come up until both were on their way to Hogwarts.