Harry Potter
" Weapon"
By: GothDevilKitty
Rating:R
Summary: Hermione and Draco, two who didn't get along great in Hogwarts, now can't stand to be apart. Why is this happening to them? And what does Harry have to do with it?
Notes: Harry Potter and his crew are property of J.K. Rowling and used without permission. The song 'Weapon' is property of the Matthew Good Band and used without permission. Draco may seem very OOC but it will be explained I promise!
Notes part two: '~blah~' denotes flashbacks. single quotations 'blah' is thoughts.
Hermione sighed as she re-adjusted her bracelets. She felt strangely out of place, although she was dressed similiar to the rest of Ginny's bridesmaids. Lilac corset with mermaid style skirts that faded from Lilac to a deep purple at the bottom hem. She had just watched two of her best friends getting married.
It seemed so strange to her, seeing Harry dancing with Ginny on the floor. Ron had married just two weeks before, and she had attended that wedding as well. They had joked that Hermione would of been the first one to marry. In a strange way, she was glad she was the only single one left. But in another way she wasn't. It meant that eventually she'd watch them have children and become slightly jealous. She wasn't one to become jealous. She tilted her head, still watching them. After a few minutes she pulled the clasp out of her hair and shook the curls loose. Her hair was long enough to touch the underside of her chair. She ran her fingers through it a few times, and glanced at the few whisps of hair that fell into her eyes. She was so focused on that she didn't feel a hand take hold of the back of her chair. A shadow developed on her plate and she glanced to her right, seeing a white blond braid fall on her shoulder.
" Out of everyone here," A voice said. " I expected you to be out there dancing."
Her blood run both hot and cold and made her heart feel like it stalled. That voice always did it. She glanced back to see the tall form of Draco Malfoy. His adjusted his suit jacket as he leaned down to be eye level with her.
" I didn't expect you to be here," She replied, trying to get her heart to start working again.
He sat down next to her and watched Harry kiss Ginny's cheeks. Hermione watched Draco, trying to find the reason on his face. He returned her gaze. Something in his eyes was different. She wasn't sure what, but it was surely different.
" Something's changed about you," She replied.
Draco picked up the water goblet at Hermione's setting and took a sip from it.
" People change Hermione," he replied
" Malfoy's don't," She said. " Change and your family don't mix well. Like oil and water."
" You're the one who told me I shouldn't let my name cloud what I want out of life, remember?" he asked, raising a pale eyebrow.
" You're Lucius only son," She said. " He's probably thrown a fit that you aren't a Death Eater like him."
Draco grew silent for a moment and she watched him.
" He's done everything he could do besides disown me," He said. " One thing he wouldn't do is disown the only thing that will keep the Malfoy name going. It's not like he and my mother could have any more children."
" Harry had told me how he ran into you at Flourish & Botts a few weeks ago," Hermione said. " he had mentioned you did a 180. I admit I didn't quite believe him."
" What do you expect 'Mione?" He asked. " Last time he saw me I was threatening to shove his Nimbus 2000 down his gullet."
She sighed and took a sip of her wine, " I realize that."
" I have my reasons to change," he said. " You out of anyone would know my reasons."
She stared down at her plate, ".....Or just one of them."
~Hogwarts, Four years earlier~
Hermione had just got done reading one of her more favorite history books late one night in the library. She stretched and closed the book, deciding that it was time for her to return to her room to sleep. She walked towards the back of the library humming slightly. The sound of a book dropping made her stop her humming. She raised a eyebrow and walked down the aisle way. There she found Draco, sitting on the floor. Around him was stacks of books. There was another detail about him she didn't notice before. He was wearing a pair of black wire frame glasses.
" Malfoy?" She asked.
Draco snapped his head up like someone snapped a belt. He blinked a few times then glanced back down at the book in his lap. She sat down across from him, after she moved a stack of books. She found herself studying his face, admiring how different he looked wearing glasses.
" So you've learned my secret Granger," He said. " Go bask in the glory of it."
She glanced at the book title, 'Advanced Potions'. One of her more favorite books. He turned a page and she glanced at his eyes.
" Why should I do a thing like that?" She asked.
A ghost of a smile crept onto Draco's lips and Hermione returned it. She was starting to like his 'new' attitude about her.
" Because we're supposed to hate each other remember?" he asked.
" Right," She said. " We're Head boy and Girl. We have to get along....It's part of the job."
He put one hand on the page he was reading and Hermione started to glance at the book titles that were on the floor.
" Face it," Draco said. " You're starting to like me."
She snorted, " As much as I could like you. Your family hate Muggle borns thus they hate me."
He shook his head, " Like how I used to hate you eh?"
That took her alittle by surprise, but she hid it quite well.
" Oh come off it," Hermione said. " You hate me while we're in front of the whole school. I don't see how you can just start liking me. It's absurd."
He grabbed her school tie's tail and pulled her to him. He then gave her a gentle kiss on her lips then released her tie. She sat back and just looked at him.
" I shouldn't of done that," he replied.
Several emotions played across her face. Some Draco recongized, others he didn't.
" Then I shouldn't do this," She returned.
She slid across the old wooden floor to sit closer to him. She then put one hand to his cheek and kissed his top lip, then bottom lip. She went to pull back and he put a hand to the back of her neck and returned her kiss. At first they were light, then grew deeper. After what felt to them a hour later he let her free. Both of them felt dizzy and short of breath. They sat there for another minute in silence.
" So...uh...What potion you stuck on?" She asked.
" Draught of dragon tail," he replied.
They then busied themselves with the book on his lap like the event of them kissing never happened.
~End Flashback~
Hermione took a drink from her wine glass.
" Those last few months at Hogwarts wasn't very easy," She said.
Draco nodded, " For you or me?"
" For the both of us," She said. " I still don't quite understand why you acted the way you did when we finally left school. I thought everything was fine, that nothing was wrong."
" You and your friends had Voldermort to deal with. I didn't want to add onto it by sharing my feelings. No matter what they are," he said.
" Draco," She said. " This whole thing doesn't seem real to me. How you could go from hating me from our first year on, then suddenly enjoy my company our last year? I never understood it."
" I never quite did myself," he said. " Wasn't something I planned."
" Weapon"
By: GothDevilKitty
Rating:R
Summary: Hermione and Draco, two who didn't get along great in Hogwarts, now can't stand to be apart. Why is this happening to them? And what does Harry have to do with it?
Notes: Harry Potter and his crew are property of J.K. Rowling and used without permission. The song 'Weapon' is property of the Matthew Good Band and used without permission. Draco may seem very OOC but it will be explained I promise!
Notes part two: '~blah~' denotes flashbacks. single quotations 'blah' is thoughts.
Hermione sighed as she re-adjusted her bracelets. She felt strangely out of place, although she was dressed similiar to the rest of Ginny's bridesmaids. Lilac corset with mermaid style skirts that faded from Lilac to a deep purple at the bottom hem. She had just watched two of her best friends getting married.
It seemed so strange to her, seeing Harry dancing with Ginny on the floor. Ron had married just two weeks before, and she had attended that wedding as well. They had joked that Hermione would of been the first one to marry. In a strange way, she was glad she was the only single one left. But in another way she wasn't. It meant that eventually she'd watch them have children and become slightly jealous. She wasn't one to become jealous. She tilted her head, still watching them. After a few minutes she pulled the clasp out of her hair and shook the curls loose. Her hair was long enough to touch the underside of her chair. She ran her fingers through it a few times, and glanced at the few whisps of hair that fell into her eyes. She was so focused on that she didn't feel a hand take hold of the back of her chair. A shadow developed on her plate and she glanced to her right, seeing a white blond braid fall on her shoulder.
" Out of everyone here," A voice said. " I expected you to be out there dancing."
Her blood run both hot and cold and made her heart feel like it stalled. That voice always did it. She glanced back to see the tall form of Draco Malfoy. His adjusted his suit jacket as he leaned down to be eye level with her.
" I didn't expect you to be here," She replied, trying to get her heart to start working again.
He sat down next to her and watched Harry kiss Ginny's cheeks. Hermione watched Draco, trying to find the reason on his face. He returned her gaze. Something in his eyes was different. She wasn't sure what, but it was surely different.
" Something's changed about you," She replied.
Draco picked up the water goblet at Hermione's setting and took a sip from it.
" People change Hermione," he replied
" Malfoy's don't," She said. " Change and your family don't mix well. Like oil and water."
" You're the one who told me I shouldn't let my name cloud what I want out of life, remember?" he asked, raising a pale eyebrow.
" You're Lucius only son," She said. " He's probably thrown a fit that you aren't a Death Eater like him."
Draco grew silent for a moment and she watched him.
" He's done everything he could do besides disown me," He said. " One thing he wouldn't do is disown the only thing that will keep the Malfoy name going. It's not like he and my mother could have any more children."
" Harry had told me how he ran into you at Flourish & Botts a few weeks ago," Hermione said. " he had mentioned you did a 180. I admit I didn't quite believe him."
" What do you expect 'Mione?" He asked. " Last time he saw me I was threatening to shove his Nimbus 2000 down his gullet."
She sighed and took a sip of her wine, " I realize that."
" I have my reasons to change," he said. " You out of anyone would know my reasons."
She stared down at her plate, ".....Or just one of them."
~Hogwarts, Four years earlier~
Hermione had just got done reading one of her more favorite history books late one night in the library. She stretched and closed the book, deciding that it was time for her to return to her room to sleep. She walked towards the back of the library humming slightly. The sound of a book dropping made her stop her humming. She raised a eyebrow and walked down the aisle way. There she found Draco, sitting on the floor. Around him was stacks of books. There was another detail about him she didn't notice before. He was wearing a pair of black wire frame glasses.
" Malfoy?" She asked.
Draco snapped his head up like someone snapped a belt. He blinked a few times then glanced back down at the book in his lap. She sat down across from him, after she moved a stack of books. She found herself studying his face, admiring how different he looked wearing glasses.
" So you've learned my secret Granger," He said. " Go bask in the glory of it."
She glanced at the book title, 'Advanced Potions'. One of her more favorite books. He turned a page and she glanced at his eyes.
" Why should I do a thing like that?" She asked.
A ghost of a smile crept onto Draco's lips and Hermione returned it. She was starting to like his 'new' attitude about her.
" Because we're supposed to hate each other remember?" he asked.
" Right," She said. " We're Head boy and Girl. We have to get along....It's part of the job."
He put one hand on the page he was reading and Hermione started to glance at the book titles that were on the floor.
" Face it," Draco said. " You're starting to like me."
She snorted, " As much as I could like you. Your family hate Muggle borns thus they hate me."
He shook his head, " Like how I used to hate you eh?"
That took her alittle by surprise, but she hid it quite well.
" Oh come off it," Hermione said. " You hate me while we're in front of the whole school. I don't see how you can just start liking me. It's absurd."
He grabbed her school tie's tail and pulled her to him. He then gave her a gentle kiss on her lips then released her tie. She sat back and just looked at him.
" I shouldn't of done that," he replied.
Several emotions played across her face. Some Draco recongized, others he didn't.
" Then I shouldn't do this," She returned.
She slid across the old wooden floor to sit closer to him. She then put one hand to his cheek and kissed his top lip, then bottom lip. She went to pull back and he put a hand to the back of her neck and returned her kiss. At first they were light, then grew deeper. After what felt to them a hour later he let her free. Both of them felt dizzy and short of breath. They sat there for another minute in silence.
" So...uh...What potion you stuck on?" She asked.
" Draught of dragon tail," he replied.
They then busied themselves with the book on his lap like the event of them kissing never happened.
~End Flashback~
Hermione took a drink from her wine glass.
" Those last few months at Hogwarts wasn't very easy," She said.
Draco nodded, " For you or me?"
" For the both of us," She said. " I still don't quite understand why you acted the way you did when we finally left school. I thought everything was fine, that nothing was wrong."
" You and your friends had Voldermort to deal with. I didn't want to add onto it by sharing my feelings. No matter what they are," he said.
" Draco," She said. " This whole thing doesn't seem real to me. How you could go from hating me from our first year on, then suddenly enjoy my company our last year? I never understood it."
" I never quite did myself," he said. " Wasn't something I planned."