Fifty Shades of The Past
Chapter 1
Curled up in one of the couches beside the bay window of the Head Prefect lodgings with a cup of coffee and her favourite book- Hogwarts, a History. Finding the taste of coffee too bitter for her taste, she dropped a sugar cube into the brownish liquid.
"BAM!"
Hermione leapt from her perch and, picking up her book, dashed up to her own room, her spirits dissolving at a rate faster than she thought possible, just like what remained of the rapidly shrinking sugar cube in her abandoned coffee.
Draco Malfoy was back.
Hermione dashed into her room, locking the door behind her. Only then did she stop to scrutinise the extent of damage done on her big toe, having bumped it on the top stair of the staircase. Muttering a quick healing charm, she immediately plopped herself down onto her king-sized bed to muse. Hell, Malfoy could never NOT destroy her good mood in a matter of seconds. No, make that immediately. Her thoughts soon shifted to the banging of the door. He sounded rather bad tempered that day...or was it just a habit? Seriously, Malfoy was one difficult guy to understand. Either way, it was not a good idea to get in his way now.
Curled up in bed reading Hogwarts- A History, Hermione yawned. It was ten, and Hermione was seriously regretting not bringing up her coffee. She had barely slept a couple of hours the previous night, and her classes were not helping things. But… Draco had returned from his Quidditch practice at five, shouldn't he be in his room now? It wasn't as if he usually lounged about in the common room, right?
Hermione tiptoed out of the room and down to the common room, only to find it empty. With an audible sigh of relief, she nearly flung herself down the stairs- not only was she sleepy, she was also dying of thirst. She grabbed her long- cooled cup of coffee and a flask of the invigorating stuff as well just in case she decided to study until the next morning, forgoing sleep and strode upstairs. (Her two best friends would NEVER understand her relentless pursuit of life-enhancing knowledge)
Halfway through her third book, Hermione rubbed her eyes and yawned again. She had worked her way through three-quarters of her flask of coffee, and the cup of it as well. She yawned (again) and cast another heating spell on the coffee, the last so far in a series of countless similar ones that night.
Tiring… she just had to get up to go to the toilet, courtesy of all the coffee she had consumed that night. She unfolded from her cosy perch on her bed and padded to the toilet silently, walking into a wall in the process and stubbing her toe. (She muttered a few select curses, too- but sorry- they weren't that naughty… )
When she finally reached the door, she groggily put her hand on the brass door knob. It was cool to the touch, but not rusty at all, despite being attached to the carved oak door for at least thirty years. Must be the magic… Hermione yawned once more and twisted the knob, pulling the door open. With her eyes half-closed, she walked forward and - oof! She had smacked face-first into something soft and warm, and smelled nice, like lemony soap and… and…
"Granger! What the fuck is wrong with you? Get out before I hex your balls off!" a familiar and unmistakably masculine voice shrieked (It somehow sounded really feminine now…) After being screamed at, Hermione was now fully awake. She blinked her brown eyes at the shocked pale figure and let out a small scream.
Standing in front of her was none other than her fellow head boy - Draco Malfoy. He had a fluffy pink bathrobe (inclusive of dancing daisies) tightly wrapped around his body, his feet tucked into maroon silk slippers and his pale hair in an unusual mess, all squished to one side as if he had walked through a cyclone. The door slammed in her face, with someone muttering, "Crazy woman… Wait! She's a woman! She doesn't have balls!"
"Well, Draco Abraxas Malfoy," she snapped at the door, purposely using his full name as she tried to prevent the blood from rushing to her face, "IF I'm not wrong, you were the one who didn't lock the bloody bathroom door! So if you don't mind, would you please hurry up with whatever you are doing in there so I can use it?" Hermione yelled at the closed door. What sounded like a sigh leaked out from under the door. Barely moments later, Malfoy stalked out of the toilet, but not before he threw one last steely glare at her. One that was easily matched by her amber orbs. He flipped her off angrily as he stormed away.
Draco's heart thudded fast in his chest as he flopped himself down onto his king-sized bed in the head boy dormitory. Running his fingers through his white blonde hair, he could not help but think back to the scene at the bathroom door, where he had gone to take a shower before bed. He was just drying himself out when he heard the door knob turn and was just in time to pull the closest thing to him over his naked body (which happened to be this ridiculous bathrobe with dancing daisies on it that a dumb aunt had sent him) before she stepped in. Granger, that mudblood, that filthy muggle-born, had stepped in, and almost saw him naked. What is with muggle-borns and attempting to find me naked? The last time I went on a business trip with Lucius to New York, the witch who was supposed to be taking care of me forgot to lock the room door and that muggle-born witch had to come in to TIDY UP and just had to barge into the TOILET of all places! He drew up short. Oh damn. He was RAMBLING! And Malfoys do not ramble… He threw himself backwards onto his comforting, fluffy, duvet, but his was a sleep filled with restless dreams that had him tossing and turning on his bed.
Dreams… of what?
Draco was dreaming of various situations in which he was ambushed by muggles (horror of horrors) who all wanted to catch him naked.
Phew! First fanfiction ever! Some support? Please with a Pygmy Puff on top? I'm fine with criticism, by the way
- Ammie