I'm in a huge Harry Potter mood and after reading some other fanfics I decided to try my old style of writing, and play with some characters. Warnings for this are just some threats and such, seeing as it's Dramoine. I don't know when this takes place, but I guess it's before the war? I dunno, you guys pick something, whatever floats your boat and writes your spells. Sorry if it's OOC...
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It was never like this, not really, but in a way it was. Malfoy would always have a slightly angered, even sad expression on his face. He would sneer, and scoff, and roll his eyes as if repeating a musical act that was forever burnt into his mind. But lately it seem to be... Lacking. Yes, he would still sneer, and scoff, and roll his eyes, but unlike usually, that was all he did. He was quieter than usual, less vocal about his opinions on everyone else, more withdrawn. His friends though, they didn't seem to mind, less wounds to nurse at the end of the day.

But she, she was just little Hermione, the know-it-all of Gryffindor. She's not really sure why she was paying attention to his change in attitude, not really, but... She did want to find out why. Not because she cared for him of course, but what if he was planning something? That was never any good, especially if that person happened to have the last name of Malfoy. He was enough trouble for everyone as it is, and she needed to find out why he was acting this way. She sighed softly, glancing around the classroom at the other students.

Sitting next to her was Ron, who was currently looking at his book, a pained expression on his face that caused Hermione to inwardly smirk to herself at his idiocy. He may be one of her best friends, but she couldn't get over how bad he was at understanding certain things, especially in this class. The teacher was new at the school, and was rambling on about something she couldn't be bothered with at the moment, seeing as she was already prepared for an upcoming test, like she usually was. Ah, the joys of not having to procrastinate.

Sitting to her right was Harry, who was sort of just staring off into space blankly, like he usually was for this class. She shifted in her seat, glancing back to see what the others were doing. There was Ginny, Neville, and Malfoy. Minus Malfoy. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for the missing blonde who should have been seated behind Neville. No one else seemed to be bothered by his lack of presence, content without the sound of his incessant chittering and chattering.

The teacher yelling out a class dismissed snapped her from her thoughts as she quickly gathered her things, running out the door just in time to see Malfoy running around the corner. She rolled her eyes, locating Harry and smiling at him. "Harry?" Hermione asked, looking over at him. He smiled back at her, still trying to fit his papers into his messy bookbag, crinkling half of them in the process. "Hello Hermione!" He said, adjusting his glasses after finally jamming his school papers into the bag. "Well, this is a bit sudden and odd, but may I borrow your cloak?" She asked, quieting her voice slightly, lest anyone hear her. He stared at her in surprise, raising his eyebrows.

"W-what, don't look at me like that!" She exclaimed, frowning slightly. "I only need to borrow it for a bit, I'll bring it back, you have my word." She said, tapping her foot impatiently. He rolled his eyes, sighing as he managed to drag it out of his bag, handing it to her. "Don't even tell me what you're using that for, I don't want to know." He mumbled, shaking his head and walking off to his next class. By now the hall was empty, Hermione quickly slipping the cloak over herself, immediately being hidden from anyone who might walk by. She ran down the hall, looking around before continuing to the exit, walking outside and looking around.

There he was. Malfoy was looking around cautiously, before disappearing past a tree and into the woods. Where on Earth was that little ferret off to? He bloody well knows he should be in class right now, not off in the woods. Hermione rolled her eyes, following him off into the woods as quietly as possible. She didn't have to follow him long, for he soon sighed, slumping against a tree. What exactly was he doing? Was he supposed to meet someone here? Those thoughts brought Hermiones attention to her surroundings, and she quickly looked around, pulling her wand from her pocket and holding it close.

The brown haired girls attention was brought back to Draco after she heard a few sniffles. She stared at him curiously, still holding her wand close to her body. The boy shivered, sniffling and rubbing his face, pulling his hands away soon after to reveal his eyes, now filled with tears. What the Hell was he doing? She frowned slightly, stepping a little closer to see if she was right. Yeah, she was, that little prat was crying. Malfoy shivered again, pulling his legs up to his chest and frowning at the ground, tears now running down his cheeks. She stepped closer once more, accidentaly stepping on a stick, snapping it. Shit.

He immediately stopped, looking up and around the area, pulling his wand from his pocket and slowly standing, glaring in the direction of the sound. Hermione stiffened under the cloak, shivering slightly in the cold air. "Who's there? Show yourself or there will be Hell to pay..." Draco threatened, wiping away his tears and looking around the area, angry expression still plastered on his face, like usual. She swallowed hard, shivering again and glancing around, before focusing her gaze on Malfoy.

It was now or never, she thought to herself, hesitantly clearing her throat. Draco immediately pointing his wand to the area where she was standing, glaring fiercely. "Reveal yourself." He commanded. She hesitantly grabbed the edges of the cloak, slowly bringing it up and over her head, revealing herself to the blonde boy standing across from her. His eyes widened and he snarled at her, scoffing. "What do you think you're doing, mudblood?" Draco questioned, lowering his wand slightly. Hermione looked over at him, still shaking slightly. "I-I wanted to know why you ran off, so I followed me to make sure you weren't doing anything."

He snorted, putting his wand into his pocket and crossing his arms, leaning against the tree. "Well, enjoy what you've seen, Granger? Going to go running back to school to tell everyone you saw poor little Malfoy out here alone in the woods crying?" He asked, a pained expression on his face as he sneered at her. She slowly shook her head, stepping a bit closer, albeit hesitantly. "N-no, i'd get no use out of that... But, why were you crying? Surely you realize tears as acidic as yours could easily kill every living thing out here, right?" She said, raising an eyebrow.

Draco growled at her, eyebrows furrowing together. "Sod off Granger, my problems are none of your concern. Now go crawl back into the hole you came out of." He threatened, hand on his wand to show he meant business. He was right, she should have left, but the anger and curiosity in her kept her rooted in place. "No, not until you tell me why you're out here crying." She said, hand also moving to reveal that she was holding her wand.

He smirked slightly, raising an eyebrow. "What a brave little cat you are, Granger." He said, leaning against the tree. "Fine, if you want to know so bad..." He trailed off, sighing and looking away. Her expression softened and she moved a bit closer, putting her wand back into her pocket. "Malfoy what's wrong..?" She asked, brows furrowing as she stared over at him. He sighed, slumping back down to the ground. "You wouldn't understand, Granger." He muttered out, glaring up at her. "A-at least let me try." Hermione said, kneeling down near the other.

He rolled his eyes, something she was used to, before he made eye contact, his eyes welling up with tears, something of which she was not used to. "Everyone hates me, they always talk about me behind my back and it's no use, my father is so hard on me, he expects great things of me, but I can't do those things, i'm just useless to everyone, all I ever do is insult people, not that I mind doing that, but..." Draco trailed off, sighing as he quickly wiped his eyes. "Alright you've heard my sob story, now sod of before I hex you, mudblood." He threatened, glaring at her fiercely.

Hermione stared at him in shock, not even able to comprehend what she had just heard. "M-Malfoy stop calling me that..." She muttered out, sighing and standing, turning around to leave. "An owner shouldn't take commands from their pets." Malfoy said, his tone bitter and angry, laced with poison. She would have left earlier if he had asked, she would have turned on her heals and went, but that, that thing he just said there, was the final straw. She turned around, gritting her teeth and glaring daggers at the blonde boy. "How dare you!" She hissed, stomping back over to him.

He scoffed, rising from the ground and staring at her. "How dare I? How dare I? Look at yourself Granger, you're nothing but a little troll, always looking for attention, but as soon as you get the wrong kind, you have a little tantrum." Draco purred, sneering and raising an eyebrow at the fuming woman. She snarled, lunging at him, only for him to dodge her, gasping and pinning her against the tree. She struggled, groaning and trying to free herself from his grip.

"Stop struggling Granger, you're not to leave until I say you can." He growled, pressing his hips into hers, holding her against the tree trunk, bringing his wand up and pressing it against her throat. She growled, flushing slightly. What? She couldn't help it, rarely had anyone ever gotten this close to her, especially Malfoy. He smirked, pressing his wand harder against her, the woman under him stiffening slightly, staring up at him with big eyes. "D-Draco let me go, o-or else you'll get it..." Hermione warned, still trying to wriggle from his grasp. "No." Malfoy said bitterly, glaring down into her eyes. "Not. Until. I'm. Done." He said, his voice now deeper, almost... Lusty.

She froze, glancing up at him. "W-what the Hell are you going to do?" She said, gasping as he pinned her against the tree even harder. He leaned in close, his hot breath ghosting over her ear and sending a shiver down her spine. "Run." He breathed before quickly letting her go, jabbing her stomach before taking off, running further into the woods. She gasped, yelping and grabbing her stomach, shoving her cloak into her bag and wand in her pocket, taking off after Malfoy.

This was going to be a long day and a lot of explaining to do once she got back.