I Will Meet You There
By: Yami Malika
Disclaimer: I own this fic. I own only my crack-tastic ideas for poor Lil' Harry's world. I own these and nothing more than my mp3 player full of inspirational songs…that I don't own.
(Harry Potter and all related characters belong to J.K Rowling)
Overall Summary: After a confrontation in the hallway, two students find themselves "bumping" into each other more often. While they're at it, they seem to learn more about themselves in the process. Oh, did I mention that they hate each other? (Follows loosely around HBP. HGDM)
Couples: Draco x Hermione, Ron x Hermione, some Harry x Ginny, one-sided Lavender x Ron
A/N: Okay, I've been on a Harry Potter fix lately. I decided to read all of them at once after reading OOTP at the request of a friend at the end of school last year. I really got into it, and was able to get my hands on the whole collection. (I had previously read 1-3 along time ago and watched the GOF at said friend's house). I jumped to HBP went back and read GOF, and then read DH. (I almost cried! D':) I re-read 1-3 and watched all 4 movies last week. (I wanna see OOTP!)
And so after discovering my love for Dramione, I came up with this fic. I haven't gone past the first page of the fics for this pairing, so I'll apologize in advance if my idea was written before. –bows- I wrote this around HBP, because for one it's freakin' amazing; and two, DH was too final to mess around with. Oh, and I'm going to include a bunch of Snape in my fic, because he's freakin' amazing himself.
With that said, I hope you like!
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Chapter 1: In the Corridor
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"Now turn to page 350 and we can begin our lesson," growled the cold voice at the front of the large dungeon. Professor Severus Snape, ex Potions Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had no problem keeping a class of usually rowdy 6th year students quiet. Here he was, the new professor of Defense Against The Dark Arts; the job he had most desired for countless years, and it still didn't prevent him from having an awful day.
The sound of pages turning was the only noises heard besides Snape taking his position in front of the classroom. Looking at the fearful expressions at the children's faces as they were gaping at his choice of gruesome pictures in his classroom still didn't place even a small smile upon his lips. His mind for the past few weeks wasn't with him; it was focusing on the blonde haired boy sniggering quietly in the back of the dungeon--the one he was sworn by an Unbreakable Vow to protect. Draco Malfoy.
He remembered the pleading screams of Narcissa Malfoy, begging him to protect her "only son". He had agreed to do so. He had agreed to take on the task that he knew that Draco wouldn't complete, at the cost of the one man who he had sworn loyalty to for all these years. And that wasn't even the worst part…
Snapping back to the present he glowered at his students. He would have to take out his anger on someone.
X, X, X,
"Bloody Hell!" Ron Weasley shouted as he stomped his way through the corridor in-between his two best friends Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. "I thought Snape was seriously going to kill Neville today, don't you agree?" He asked tilting his head to either side of his shoulders waiting for response.
"I know! I wonder why he's so upset today?" wondered Hermione out loud.
"Hermione, Snape is always upset…or acts like it anyway." Harry mumbled as they made their way to the Gryffindor common room, his nose in the Half-Blood Prince's potions book.
Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry's obsession with the "Prince", and followed closely after Ron as he recited the password. The portrait swung open, and their friends Seamus Finnigan, Neville Longbottom, and Dean Thomas greeted the trio.
"Hey Ron and Harry. Hermione." Neville smiled at Hermione's direction. She had returned his gesture. Neville turned back his attention back to Dean's game of Wizard's Chess against Seamus, missing Ron's threatening glare, who had for a second forgotten his sympathy towards him.
"Oi Ron! Wanna be my second?" Seamus called over to the redheaded boy, who wholeheartedly accepted dropping his books off at the table. He loved Wizard's Chess, and brushed off anything negative he was feeling.
Hermione sighed, sitting down in the comfy chair in front of the fireplace. Beside her in a similar chair, Harry was absorbed in his book, smiling occasionally when he had found a spell of the Prince's creation that he liked.
'At least he's reading something...' Hermione thought as her cat Crookshanks found a place in her lap. She could've started her homework now, but the idea of the snow falling softly outside and the warm fire crackling had made her feel so drowsy.
X, X, X,
"I've already told you that I'm doing this on my own!" Draco snapped. His outburst hadn't fazed Snape at all.
"Don't take that tone with me Draco." Snape replied coolly sitting at his desk. "I'm just offering assistance, that's--"
"I don't want it! I've told you a million times that I don't give a shit that you made that friggin Vow! I'm going to redeem my family in front of the Dark Lord, and I'm doing it. By! My! Self! Why can't you just accept that?" The boy yelled, slamming his hands own the desk, rattling it and scattering a bunch of parchment to the ground. Tears had begun forming in the corners of his eyes. He didn't want Snape to witness him crying so he jumped back. Muttering something that sounded like "being late," and "not wanting detention," Draco ran out of the dungeon.
Snape frowned in the direction the boy had left and pulled out his wand to pick up the scattered parchment that had fallen on the ground. What was he going to do with him?
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"I swear to God that I'm going to kill them if I'm late for Potions!" Hermione stated sternly to no one as she walked swiftly down the corridor. She had been so in thought of the various ways she was going to exact her revenge on Harry and Ron for letting her sleep through the break, she hadn't noticed someone running straight towards her.
Draco was going to be late for his Double Potions class; he knew it. He had to go back to his common room to get his books. He hadn't even cared that tears were streaming freely down his face as he sprinted down the corridor. To his surprise, he had just crashed into Hermione Granger.
She screamed as the force of the collision threw her to her back, and sent her books flying everywhere. Draco was on all fours next to her, attempting to pick himself up.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Draco said repeatedly between pants. Standing up, he wiped himself off and saw whom he had knocked over. His expression hardened, and a sly grin spread upon his face.
"Mudblood." He said coldly, looking down at Hermione as she stood up herself.
"Malfoy." She spat back, quickly gathering her books, never leaving eye contact with him. She narrowed her eyes as she faced him. She noticed that his own eyes were red and puffy...had he been crying?
"Thanks for apologizing for crashing into me!" She said immediately gritting her teeth.
"I shouldn't have to apologize for anything. Especially to filth like you who had deliberately knocked me over!" Draco retorted crossing his arms.
"Me knock you over!?" Hermione yelled stamping her foot. What the hell!
The second bell then rang throughout the castle, causing both Draco and Hermione to jump.
"Ahh! I'm late! I'm late!" She yelped, turning on her heel and began running down the hallway.
"Wait, Granger!" Draco shouted running up to her. He had to have an excuse for being late to Slughorn's class--he knew that Slughorn didn't like him much.
"What now!?" She snapped. Why had she run into Draco Malfoy of all people?
"You have to tell Slughorn that I'm late because I had to go to the hospital wing okay?" He stated waiting for a response, pleased with his ingenious, (but highly clichéd), idea.
"Why can't you tell him yourself? And what makes you think I'll tell him anything anyway?" Hermione replied, jogging slightly in place wanting to get to class.
"Well first off, he wouldn't believe me and would probably ask Madam Pomfrey about it, and also, you need an alibi too." He sneered pointing to a clock that was five past the hour. He laughed at Hermione's horrified expression.
"Fine, fine! Whatever!" She snapped sprinting as fast as her legs could carry her leaving behind a smug looking Draco who took his time getting back to his common room. Messing around with that Mudblood was just what he needed to pick his spirits up.
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So what did you think? Love it? Hate it? I tried to keep everyone in character, but I apologize if I failed. Should I continue? I want your opinions! Reviews are my fuel after all! ;D