Hey guys! So, this is my first Dramione fanfic and I'm kind of excited about writing it. Why don't you guys read it and tell me about it? :D
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Hermione sat silently in the compartment, staring out of the window. Days had flown by. It's been weeks since Sirius' death. Harry kept on babbling about how Draco Malfoy was now one of the Dark Lord's recruit. Hermione shook her head and gave Harry a nasty look.
'Harry, stop it...' She groaned.
'You have to believe me, Hermione. I think it's an initiation. He's one of them!' Harry defended himself.
'One of what?' Ron asked, confused.
'Harry thinks Malfoy is now a death eater.' Hermione mumbled, rolling her eyes.
'Don't be silly, Harry.' Ron smirked. 'But on second thought, it is a possibility.'
'God, what's wrong with you guys?' Hermione stood and crossed her arms. 'I'm going to get some fresh air. When I come back, please drop this topic, okay?' Without waiting for their respond, Hermione dashed out of the compartment.
She went to the toilet and washed her face. She didn't know why but she felt really miserable. Hermione wiped her face and slid the door open and stepped forward only to bump into a hard, toned chest. A pair of arms were wrapped around her as she was about to fall.
Hermione sucked a deep breath as she lifted her face and met a pair of silver, grey eyes. Those beautiful, cold eyes that was full of hatred. Her heart skipped a beat as she placed her hands on his chest. He's not saying anything. Why wasn't he saying anything?
'M-Malfoy?' She breathed out. Hermione bit her lower lip as his eyes adverted to hers.
'Granger.' He said and when he was sure she was stable, his grip slowly loosened from around her. Draco stepped back to give her the way and she quickly took off. Blushing furiously, Hermione smiled to herself. She always had this small crush on Draco Malfoy since the midterm of fifth year.
She didn't know why and how but, the feelings just came and everytime she sees him she felt this happy sensation and butterflies filled her stomach. Okay, yeah, Malfoy always insult her and call her Mudblood and stuff. Of course, it hurts but sometimes his face just gave him way. Hermione never told anyone about her crush, even Ginny. She's afraid people might laugh at her.
But what happened just now was a total confusion. Why didn't he insult her? He even wrapped his arms around her so she won't fall. She at least expected him to let her fall. He didn't call her names; he stared at her and even gave her way. She's really confused.
Hermione stepped into the compartment with a really bright smile and sat next to Ron.
'Wow, you look so happy. What happened? They've got a library in the train?' The redheaded boy asked.
Hermione glared at him and pursed her lips. 'Oh shut up, Ron. Can't I be happy?'
Harry and Ron frowned at her mood swing. They looked at each other and shrugged, probably just that time of the month.
Hermione didn't realise it was already the end of first week of school. Nothing was changing at Hogwarts. The other day, Harry got the Liquid Luck from Professor Slughorn because he managed to brew a perfect Draught of the Living Death. Hermione had felt so jealous. That should be hers, since when did he became so good in Potions anyway? It's not that she's not happy for him, but, the book he was using was suspicious.
She sighed as she headed to Potions again, kind of dreading it. She had Potions with the Slytherins. And of course, Malfoy would be there. She still can't forget what happened in the train the other day.
Professor Slughorn greeted his students with such delight that Hermione can't help but smile at how cheerful he was despite the fact that his students were not really happy. 'Right class, today we'll be making Amortentia. All of you will be partnered and the pair that gets to brew the perfect love Potions, you can keep the Potions you made, but only half of it.'
The girls started giggling and the boys rolled their eyes. Hermione sighed. She's not really in the mood to get partnered with anyone at the moment. Slughorn started calling out names and the students stood to sit with their partners, groaning.
'Granger Hermione and Malfoy Draco.' Slughorn said and Hermione's face contorted into shock. She turned to look at Malfoy who was sauntering toward her seat with a lazy expression on his face. Hermione turned her head back and blushed as she felt the heat from his body surrounded her when he sat on the stool next to her.
'Okay, people, get the ingredients and start brewing.' Slughorn smiled and the students rushed to get the ingredients.
Neither Hermione nor Draco moved. Though, in the end, Hermione stood awkwardly. 'Uhh, I guess we should get them.'
Draco looked at her. 'Oh, okay.'
Throughout the whole thing, Hermione kept sneaking a look at him. She didn't realise the blade was cutting through her finger. Draco turned to look at her and a horrified expression came to his face. 'Granger!'
Hermione snapped out of her thoughts. 'Yes?' And then she realised her finger and almost screamed.
Draco rushed to her side and caught her hand, looking at it nervously. 'Why didn't you watch out?' He groaned. 'Professor!'
Slughorn trotted towards them with a smile. 'Is there any problem Mr Malfoy?'
'Yes, Professor.' Draco rolled his eyes, showing the old man Hermione's hand.
'Merlin's beard! Take her to the Infirmary, Mr Malfoy.'
Draco didn't need to be told twice. He quickly led her out of the class and ran toward the infirmary. 'Poppy! Poppy!' He called out and Madam Pomfrey emerged from her office and gasped. 'Get her to the bed.'
'How did this happen?' Draco growled, asking the crying girl.
'I don't know, I didn't realise. I didn't even feel it!' Hermione sobbed silently, her face twisted in pain every now and then.
Madam Pomfrey came and gave her a potion. Then she brought a bandage for her. 'Mr Malfoy could you wrap this around her finger? I'll have to take something first. Please clean the blood with the tissue and water.'
Draco glared at the elder woman as she went away and groaned as he reached for the tissues. Dipping it inside the basin of water, he retracted it and started cleaning Hermione's blood coated hand. She hissed as it stung. Draco sighed and cleaned her hand softer.
'Malfoy...' She called out softly.
'Hmmm?'
'Do you realise something?' Hermione asked.
'What?' He drawled.
'I think our blood is the same colour. There's no difference.' Hermione whispered and Draco froze. 'You were wrong. So why do you hate me so much?'
Hermione looked at him, waiting for his answer but he didn't say anything and continued cleaning her hand. He washed his own hands and started to wrap her finger. After it was done, Draco lifted his face and stared silently at her. But then, he left without a word. 'Thanks.' She managed to whisper before he slithered out of the infirmary.
'Hermione!' A voice called out as a figure attacked the brunette with a hug.
'Ginny, don't scream. I'm right here.' Hermione sighed and Ginny laughed. 'Come on, Gin. Let's get going.'
'Hermione, what's wrong with your finger?' Ginny asked.
'Oh, accidentally cut it in Potions.' Hermione laughed nervously. Ginny looked at her in disbelief as she shook her head.
'Watch out next time, 'Mione.' Ginny shook her head as both of them entered the Great Hall. Hermione looked around and her eyes accidentally caught the blond hair. He was not eating. He looked so glum. What's wrong with him?
Ginny pulled her to Gryffindor table and they sat in front of Harry and Ron. 'Hey, 'Mione. How's your hand? It was pretty bad from what we saw.'
'It's alright now, Ron. Madam Pomfrey fixed it. Don't worry.' Hermione reassured, reaching out for the chicken in front of her. She can't stop thinking about him. Malfoy's really weird these days.
He didn't yell at her or insult her when she said he was wrong. He stayed quiet! He was quiet for the love of Merlin! Hermione was curious. She needed to confront him for that. Maybe she could try and talk to him. But the problem was how? She would surely get embarrassed if she tried to talk to him publicly.
'Urm, earth to Hermione?' Ginny waved her hand in front of Hermione's face and she shook her head.
'What, Ginny?' Hermione asked, annoyed.
'Lunch is almost over, come on.' Ginny frowned.
'Oh, okay. Sorry, I was daydreaming.' Hermione gave her friend an apologetic smile.
They quickly went out of the Great Hall. Hermione tried to find if he was still there, but he's not.
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