So, this is my first fic! I love Dramione, and after years of loving them I wanted to pay them tribute. I will try to post as much as possible, and update this story whenever I can. The story is set in 8th year, and the events prior to this fic are all canon. My story is also set in the third person, but I also tried to tell it from both viewpoints when things happened as you will see in the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor these characters, the brilliant J.K Rowling does !

Chapter 1: Spilling the Tea

Hermione

Hermione was watching the rain fall outside her dorm room's window. It was nighttime, and she had had the worst day. Her boyfriend of 2 years, and long-time best friend of 8 years Ron Weasley had broken up with her to be with another girl. Whoever the girl was, was a mystery but what did it matter? He chose someone else over Hermione, who he had known for all his years at Hogwarts, and she was hurt beyond words. She couldn't even bring herself to hex him or curse him, because she was truly speechless.

So tonight, Hermione couldn't tear her eyes away from the incessant rain outside Hogwarts, and couldn't stop racking her brain about what she could have possibly done for this to have happened. Was she not pretty enough? Was she too boring? Was it because she wouldn't sleep with him?—'no', she thought, Ron couldn't be that shallow… right?

As she continued theorizing about why Ron could have possibly left her, she drifted off into a dreamless sleep, only to be woken up by a loud "CLANG."

Draco

Draco Malfoy was upset. He was almost always upset, but today, he was especially so. He had received word via an owl from his mother that he was to marry Pansy Parkinson at the end of the school year. It was now October, which meant he had less than a year to basically do whatever he wanted. "Fuck," he muttered, after reading the contents of the letter. He hated Pansy. Sure, she was pretty in an obvious way, but her personality was completely shallow. All she cared about was how she looked and what people thought of her… or what the pureblood elite thought of her. To make matters worse, he knew what it was like to be with Pansy, and she was the most clingy girl he had ever met.

He rolled his eyes, and threw the letter in his dorm room's garbage. 'I need some air,' he thought to himself.

As he opened the door to the common room he shared with the head girl, he saw her walk into the room looking distraught, which he thought was strange. She never shows her emotions, especially not here. Hermione then walked right past him without even making a glance in his direction and went straight to her dorm.

Draco was curious, to say the least. He had never witnessed the Gryffindor princess show an ounce of vulnerability, and here she was, storming into the common room looking like she was about to cry. Draco couldn't help but smile. Even with the war having ended, and him having been forced to carry out head duties with Hermione Granger, he still held some dislike towards her. After all, she was still a mud blood, and she still beat him in every class (which annoyed him to no end).

He then remembered why he had opened his bed room door in the first place, and continued his walk to go outside for air. He put on his robe and some "trainers", as Granger called them, and made his way outside. His quest for fresh air was short-lived however, as it was raining cats and dogs. He was drenched.

He ran back up to their common room as quickly as possible, and whispered "papillon", to their portrait before going inside. It was time for a shower, the thought. But before that he needed tea, so he opened the cupboard and out came all the pots and pans their common room kitchen had inside of it.

"Fuck," he said aloud, after all the noise had ceased. If only he used this kitchen more often he would know where everything was and this wouldn't happen. But since Draco was already having a bad day, it obviously had to get even worse because when it rains, it pours.

Hermione

"Fuck," she heard from outside her dorm room. Obviously Draco had to be up and about in the kitchen (which he was never in) the one time she actually needed to sleep and forget everything. "Ugh," she sighed. Hermione put on a fuzzy pink robe to cover up and went outside to see what the commotion was.

"Malfoy," she muttered from the top of the staircase that led to her room, "what the hell is going on?" As she walked down the stairs, her question was immediately answered as she saw all the pots and pans they had jumbled all over the floor.

"What does it look like Granger?" he spat, "can't you see your so-called 'organization' of our kitchen supplies has led to this whole mess?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Well maybe, if I had a little bit of help when organizing this entire place then this wouldn't be a problem" she shot back.

He looked taken aback, and also seemed to be wet and shivering. He must've gone outside, she observed. "All I wanted was to get out the kettle so I could make some tea," he continued, "I'm bloody freezing."

Hermione, too annoyed and tired to even continue bickering simply said "Okay then," and muttered a cleaning spell.

She then made her way to the cupboard next to the one Draco opened, and took out the kettle, as well as two tea cups, as she was finding herself in the mood for some green tea.

He looked at her in disbelief while she was doing all of this, and stayed quiet. The quiet between them wasn't awkward or spiteful though, and instead actually felt quite calming to the both of them. It was only when Hermione asked "Earl Grey or Green Tea?" that the silence broke.

"Earl Grey, with milk," he answered, and Hermione obliged. And as they sat in silence drinking tea in the common room, Hermione was observing Draco. She was surprised at his uncharacteristic quietness, and was taking advantage of this time to appreciate his appearance, which had been deemed "sex-god-like". She was finding these claims to be… true. Weird, she thought, that she could find her nemesis' once ghostly white hair to now be platinum and shiny, and his once threatening silver eyes to be compelling. The rest of his face and body were definitely attractive too, but she dared not look for too long, or he might say something and ruin the moment.

Without realizing though, Hermione went and ruined it instead. "Malfoy, why are your hair and clothes wet?" she blurted.

Draco, finally looking up from his tea, looked utterly confused. "Excuse me?" he answered.

Realizing that he was probably annoyed at her prying, as he was an extremely private person, but also not wanting him to think he could intimidate her, she repeated herself, "Why are your hair and clothes wet?"

"That," he spat, "is none of your business, mud blood."

And that was it. Without thinking about much…. Or at all, Hermione, who already had shed a tear at this point, took her cup of tea, which was almost empty, and threw the remaining contents right in his face.

Before he couldn't even react, she ran right back up to her room, and whispered "Colloportus" to lock her door, so that Draco didn't get any funny ideas while she slept.

The adrenaline rush she got from doing that faded quickly though, as she heard Draco calling her every name in the book from downstairs—including mud blood which always hurts the most. She looked at her arm and shuddered. The tears came flooding back, along with the memories of today's events, as well as past events and she just fell back on her bed and cried. She eventually cried herself to sleep, and dreamt of nothing.

Draco

Draco was surprised to find how pleasant Hermione Granger could be when she wasn't being an insufferable know it all. They were sitting in their common room quietly enjoying their teas, and Draco couldn't help but notice Hermione looking at him. He knew he was good looking, but he also knew someone like her would never be interested (nor would he want her to be), so it was surprising that she was trying to sneak some glances at him.

He almost smiled at himself, not knowing why Granger's approval of him felt good. As he was about to look back at her, she blurted out something, but he didn't quite hear her properly.

"Excuse me?" he quickly said, and was met with a look of uncertainty from Hermione. It seemed like she was rethinking whatever it was she said.

Draco noticed a twinge of pink staining her cheeks, even though the common room was dimly lit, which only made his curiosity grow. Finally she asked again, "Why are your hair and clothes wet?"

He debated telling her the truth about his arranged marriage to Pansy, and how he was sick and tired of having everything in his life planned out for him, but he didn't want her sympathy. Nor did he want her to lecture him about the problems with pureblood society (which he was becoming more and more aware of), so instead he just spat "That, is none of your business, mud blood."

He immediately regretted it though, after all, she had been quite nice to him, and was asking a fair enough question. When he saw the hurt in her eyes, he almost apologized. Almost. Because right after he thought about apologizing, his face was met with the lukewarm green tea she had been drinking. And as soon as he opened his eyes to hex her into oblivion, she was gone.

"THAT BITCH!" he declared. How dare she throw tea in his face? Didn't she know who she was dealing with? Then again, didn't he know who he was dealing with…? She was Hermione Granger, who clearly had a bad day and was just called a mud blood… but still TEA? In his face? He silently thanked whichever gods had blessed him with the timing of his words, because had it been a few moments earlier the tea might have burned his face.

Draco stood up, and marched around the common room cleaning up the mess, cursing her and calling her names… he was fuming. Hermione Granger had crossed Draco, on the worst day possible. He felt drained, and almost hopeless that everything was going wrong. He wanted to get his revenge, but he also felt guilty for calling her a mud blood.

Moving forward, he would no longer call her that, because he wanted to be better than his parents and their stupid ideals, but also because she didn't deserve it. Yes, she was annoying, but she was still a brilliant witch, blood status aside. Nevertheless, he would still get her back for the tea incident.

He thought about ways in which he could enact his revenge on the way back up to his dormitory. Upon arriving in his room, Draco let out a deep breath he didn't even know he was holding, and plopped himself onto the bed. He immediately dozed off, dreaming about throwing Granger's books into the fireplace.