A/N: Hey folks just another Dramione story I've cooked up. It's pretty much almost done and there will be a sequel :) This is AU where Harry and Ron stopped talking to Hermione and Hermione isn't quite herself because of it. I don't want to hear any complaints about Hermione being OOC because there's no such thing as OOC in AU stories. So I hope you like it and it piques your curiosity!
-Bee
Just Curious
Chapter 1
I walked into his room fully understanding the consequences. I guess you can say that the prospect of danger was, in a way, luring. The excitement and anxiety of breaking the rules was surprisingly satisfying. I held my wand in front of me and whispered, "Lumos." The tip of my wand began to shine a bright blue that illuminated the entire bedroom. In the middle of the room sat a large queen sized bed covered in black satin blankets. A desk was in front of the window on the side opposite of me. On each side of the bed was a bookcase full of books.
I slowly tip toed to the bookcase closest to me. The book I was searching for was small and black. It had a blank cover and had no title on its spine. I had seen him read it a few times and was fairly sure that the information I needed was in that book. I silently went to the bookcase close to the window and started to look through it. After searching thoroughly a few times, I cursed at myself quietly. It wasn't there.
Turning hastily away in frustration I hit the desk. There was a loud thump as the rickety desk shook. "Shit," I muttered angrily. I stood still for a few minutes listening for any noises. When I heard no one coming up the steps I let out the breath I was holding. I lifted my wand over my head and glared at the desk as if my clumsiness was its fault. That's when I noticed the tiny book sitting under a pile of parchments.
Brushing aside the extra parchment I picked up the book. It was completely black and had no title on the spine. I smiled and tucked the book into my robes. I was a very lucky girl, indeed. Or so I thought.
I turned around to make my way to the door when the lights flew on. Standing in the door way was a very amused, yet very pissed off, Draco Malfoy. I glared at him and waited for him to say something. I mentally kicked myself in the arse for being so stupid. I was in deep trouble and I knew it. He folded his arms around his nicely chiseled chest and glared at me.
"So Granger, find what you were looking for?" He asked coldly.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I did." I replied stonily.
"Tsk, tsk. I would have never suspected you to steal Granger." He spat. All I could do was cross my arms and wait for him to stop.
"What did you try to take anyway?" he asked amusedly. He had me in a tight spot and I had no way out. I could do nothing to defend myself. He had caught me red-handed. I glared as he mocked me. He smirked as he raised his wand. I half expected him to curse me or throw a hex at me. He looked me dead in the eye before shouting, "Accio!"
The little black book flew from my robes and into his outstretched hand. He caught it and opened the book. When he realized what it was his face visibly paled and he turned a ghost white. He looked from the book to me. Fear was apparent in his face as his eyes searched mine. Suddenly he walked towards me until he was standing only a foot from me.
"Do Potter and Weasel know about this?" He growled.
"No," I said looking away.
"Does anyone else know of this?" He said as he forced me to look at him.
"No," I said sternly.
"Then go," He growled as he thrust my face away. I quickly stepped around him and headed for the door.
"Why'd you try to take it anyway?" Malfoy asked.
"I don't know. Just curious I guess." I answered truthfully.
I left a seething and thoughtful Malfoy in his room and headed for my own. When in my bedroom I collapsed on my bed and let out a breath. Why had I been so stupid? I asked myself. Soon I fell asleep fully clothed hoping that Malfoy wouldn't tell anyone about my nightly adventure. If anyone, even Harry or Ron found out, I'd be ruined. That night was not very peaceful.
I woke up the next morning completely exhausted. My sleep was interrupted with fierce and horrific nightmares many times throughout the night. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. Why in the world am I still in my robes? I asked myself. Then the night before came flooding back to me. I had gotten caught. By none other than Draco Malfoy, I got caught.
I cursed myself and jumped off my bed to get a shower. After getting dressed and ready I went down the stairs to the Head Common Room. Malfoy was nowhere in sight and a small string of dread dangled over me. If he wasn't in the common room then he was in the Great Hall.
I hurried through the corridors and down the staircases. Ignoring many shouting protest, I pushed my way through clusters of student. When I arrived at the Great Hall I was out of breath. I slowed to a walk and tried my best to act normal. I searched the Slytherin table while I walked. Malfoy sat in his usual spot in the middle of the table with his Slytherin cronies. My eyes left the Slytherin table as I made my way to the end of the Gryffindor table.
Harry and Ron sat next to each other with just enough space in between them for me to fit. As I made my way towards them Ron spotted me and nudged Harry. Harry turned to glare at me and the two slid closer together. I tried to act as if I didn't even notice them; I tried to hide the hurt and pain on my face. Their behavior really shouldn't have hurt me as much as it did. They had been acting as if I was scum for a while now. I had no idea what I had done wrong but our friendship had plummeted over the summer.
As if Dumbledore's death wasn't enough for me to handle, I had to lose my two best friends. After Dumbledore's funeral we all returned to Grimmauld Place. It was miserable. If there wasn't some dreadful dangerous mission to go on, then I was stuck at the house feeling, and being told that, I was useless. Finally it got so unbearable that I went back to my foster home where Jane and Robert were always fighting. The Grangers were sweet, yes, but they never understood me. Still they were the only type of family I had outside of Hogwarts.
I walked briskly past Harry and Ron with my chin held high. I sure as bloody hell wasn't going to let them have the satisfaction of seeing me hurt. At the end of the table Ginny sat with Seamus and Neville. I smiled at her and she gave me a warm smile back.
"Are those two idiots still being arses?" Ginny asked gently. She was the only true friend I had left. Unlike everyone else Ginny did not make me feel worthless. I shrugged and sat down beside her. She only nodded and went back to her breakfast. My attention was focused on the food in front of me. I was trying not to think too hard.
I was playing with the eggs on my plate when an odd sensation enveloped me. A chill ran up my arms and down my spine. The back of my head tingled as if someone was staring holes through me. I looked up from my plate and met with Malfoys eyes. With a hidden gesture he pointed to the door out of the Great Hall. His silvery grey eyes were sparkling and he had his usual smirk on his face. I nodded knowing I would have to talk to him sooner or later.
I wondered what Malfoy wanted to talk to me about. My mind raced as I ate the last of my eggs and sausage. It had to be about last night. He was going to blackmail me. He was going to go all "I'm so tall and mighty you should kiss my arse and do whatever I tell you to because I know your dirty little secret" on me. Great, I thought. I gathered my books and made a half-arsed excuse to Ginny. If she noticed anything weird about Malfoy leaving at the same time I did, she didn't mention it as I left.
I waited out in the Entrance Hall and when Malfoy walked passed me I followed silently. He led me up the Grand staircase and onto the second floor. I stared at my feet as we walked and wondered where Malfoy was taking me. I was lost in thought when a pale hand grabbed the front of my robes and pulled me into a broom closet.
"What the bloody hell!" I shouted as the same pale hand wrapped around my mouth. I tried to struggle but the person held me firmly. The person whispered something incoherent in my ear and I froze. Malfoy let me go and smirked at me. I spun to face him and glared.
"Are you insane? What are you doing?" I hissed at him. He pointed his wand at the door and put a silencing charm on it. I wanted to smack the grin off of his face so badly but I resisted. Instead I just glared at him and crossed my arms over my chest. What else could I do? He had me in tight corner, literally and metaphorically.
"I have a little proposition for you, if you care to hear it." He smirked that famous Malfoy smirk and I couldn't help but want to know.
"What did you have in mind Malfoy?" I asked him gingerly. He hesitated like he wasn't sure about what he wanted to say and I tapped my foot impatiently.
"If I let you borrow this-" He pulled out the small black book and waved it, "If I let you borrow this you must promise never to open your little mudblood mouth to anyone. You must promise to tell no one of this book's existence. The consequences are fatal." He whispered somberly. I was shocked. I held my hand out and nodded.
"I'm not a mudblood you know." I blurted out, "I'm a pureblood witch. I was just adopted by muggles. My parents died a little after I was born. I've known that I am a pureblood witch since I began Hogwarts." I don't know why I felt compelled to tell Malfoy this. I looked away from his frowning features and shuffled my feet nervously.
"Then why not tell anyone? Why let us torment you for being a muggle?" he asked me.
"I don't know. To prove everyone wrong and because I'm stubborn I guess." I told him. He shrugged and then grinned.
"Take good care of this book. I want it back in tip top condition when you're done with it." He said as he walked out the closet and into the halls. I waited a few minutes before leaving the closet and walking up to my Head Girl dormitory. My curiosity was peaked and I wanted to put my nose in that book.
