Disclaimer: No, I do not have the pleasure in owning the Harry Potter world, but yes, I own you all. Jks Jks.
Author's Note: First Story, lots of romance, but enough action to keep you sane.
A ghost of a smile was etched on his lips as he succeeded in making the potion. It bubbled a frivolous gold before settling into a pale lavender colour.
"Impressive, Draco," said Snape. Draco looked up at his Potions master, pleased at the praise. He noticed a movement at his right. It was that insufferable mudblood Granger. Her face was etched with a scowl of disappointment, clearly because she had not completed the assignment first. She glanced across the many tables between them. Draco sneered, his lip curling in disgust. Hermione frowned, her expression hardening, and packed up her potions kit.
Draco did the same. He looked up to see Hermione whispering instructions to Longbottom out of the corner of her mouth. The idiot had managed to make his potion curdle, though it was somewhat the right colour. Draco snickered to himself.
"Granger!" Draco's voice echoed through the hallways. Hermione's face set itself into a look of steely indifference before she turned around to face him.
"I'm disappointed, Granger," smirked Draco. "I never thought that I could beat an – oh, what was it that Snape called you? Oh yeah, an insufferable know-it-all."
The many Slytherins around them began to laugh while Ron began yelling abuse. Harry held him back, his own green eyes flashing with something like malice and disgust thrown together.
Hermione, however, looked annoyingly calm. She threw a look of pure disgust at Draco, and beckoned to Harry and Ron. They looked at her, waiting for an outburst or at least a minor hex, but it never came. They shrugged, threw equally revolted looks at Draco before trudging away.
Stupid mudblood. Couldn't even think up a line against me.
Draco motioned for Crabbe and Goyle to follow him. They did without any hesitation and the trio made their way to the Slytherin Common Room. Draco heard an all-too-familiar shrieking as he entered the room.
"DRAKIE!!"
Draco groaned inwardly, and turned to face Pansy Parkinson. She was thin and tall, somewhat like a bean pole, but her face was ugly and squashed. She reminded Draco of a mutant pug dog.
Muttering something about an unfinished potions essay, Draco slipped around the annoying girl and made his way out of the Common Room. He wandered the halls for a bit before slipping into an empty classroom.
He pulled out his wand and began to practice transfiguration. It actually came in handy sometimes, as surprising as it seemed. With a flick of his wand a chair was turned into a wineglass. Another flick resulted in a beautiful songbird. It fluffed up its blue and gold feathers and took to the sky through the open window.
"Well, there goes a chair," Draco muttered. He sauntered out of the classroom, leaving behind a shining wineglass and two missing chairs.
He was walking through the maze of corridors on the fourth floor when he heard the faint strains of music. He walked quietly to the source and stopped outside the door of a seemingly empty classroom.
Now he was close enough to hear the words of the song.
…Here we are all alone in this room … And girl I know where to start and what we gonna do…
He hadn't heard it before. Draco slowly pushed the door, which silently swung slightly open. He squinted at the person who was in the room. She was sitting on a desk, on the far side of the room, leaning on the wall. She was reading an indescribably large book listening to music. The lighting in the room was good so Draco could see the occupant clearly.
What the hell is Granger doing here?
The answer was obvious. She was listening to music and reading a book of immense proportions. It was just that Draco wondered why she was here instead of in the Griffindor Common Room.
Draco watched as there was a pecking at the window. Hermione turned to open it, and in flew the songbird that Draco had conjured up earlier. Draco watched as Hermione smiled and beckoned to the bird with her hard. It cocked its head then hopped forwards. It chirruped a song, rubbed its head against Hermione's finger and flew out the window. Draco watched its silhouette fade quickly into the darkening night.
He shook his head. His eyes were itchy, and it dawned on him that he was irritatingly tired. He dragged himself away from the room, promising himself he would get time to irritate the Granger girl tomorrow, when he was not so tired and able to execute his witty comments without falling asleep.
Hermione looked up just in time to see someone slinking away from the slightly ajar door of the classroom. Her heart began to beat faster and the familiar feeling of fear coursed through her. She then shook her head, dismissing the movement, and turned once again to her book. Her music whispered through the classroom around her, words echoing again and again.
…It's like I waited my whole life, for this one night, it's going to be just me and you…
Morning dawned noisily in the Griffindor girls' dormitories. Hermione was already up, trying to finish her novel before breakfast, when Ginny's alarm clock went off rather loudly. The noise pierced the dormitory with its shrilling, making Hermione grit her teeth. Cries of surprise went up from the drowsy girls. Ginny managed to pick up the alarm clock and fling it against the wall, silencing it almost instantly. It gave a feeble whistle before quietening down abruptly.
Parvati groaned and rubbed her bleary eyes. Lavender rolled to the edge of the bed, teetering, then fell to the ground with a thump. Hermione slid the novel under her pillow and rushed forward to help the girl up. They were soon all giggling, and after dressing in their robes, made their way to the Great Hall.
"Er-my-knee!" exclaimed Ron, his mouth full of what seemed to be scrambled eggs. Hermione couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. Harry also greeted Hermione, his green eyes hazy with sleep. Hermione seated herself between them, noticing Harry's obvious weariness.
Harry seemed to read her mind when he began to speak.
"Couldn't go to sleep… Quidditch…" He muttered. Hermione then realised that this quidditch match would be the decider of who won the Cup. It was between the Slytherins and the Griffindors, so the tension was high.
Hermione pointed her want at Harry, who had stopped eating and was looking at the wand tip hovering near his nose.
"Enervate," Hermione whispered. The spell was normally used to wake up the unconscious, but Hermione had found that it worked quite well in the ridding of fatigue. Harry's eyes brightened as he grinned.
"Hermione, you're a genius," he breathed, stretching his arms, evidently wide awake and energetic.
Ron looked up and heard only what Harry had said.
"Yeah, o' course 'Mione, you'll do all right!" Hermione giggled as she realised that Ron had thought Harry was placating her for her Runes exam that was to take place in her first class. Though she initially had been nervous, Hermione knew all the most obvious and well-used Rune translations, and was confident in her ability.
Hermione gazed at the runes, trying to figure out their origins. The strict lines, the lack of curves to be exact, pointed towards either Roman or Scandinavian runology. But Hermione couldn't fathom the simplicity. Her mind went into overdrive, causing slight panic, and she looked up at her Runes professor. A movement in the corner of her eye drew her attention, and she slightly tilted her head to find herself staring at Malfoy. An unsolicited frown decorated her normally smooth brows as she regarded the boy who taunted her regularly.
His hair, platinum blond, was in its traditional slick style. A stray lock hung down in front of his ramrod straight nose. It tickled the point, and the resulting twitch of his nose nearly reduced Hermione into a fit of giggles. He brought up his hand to brush back the strand, and that movement caused the front of his robe to open to reveal the top of a tight black t-shirt. Hermione shook her head and looked back down at her runes.
Then the simplicity of it all struck her. She began furiously writing down translations and the subsequent answer of the riddle presented.
A while later Hermione sat with Neville and Luna in the Quidditch Stadium, sporting the Griffindor colours. She wore a fitting burgundy t-shirt with her black jeans, the Griffindor scarf wrapped around her neck.
Lee Jordan announced the teams, and they flew in. The game proceeded with painful precision, two players, both from the Griffindor team, were forced to retire. The score was even, the stadium quiet as the players wove their way around the stadium. The quaffle was stolen by a Slytherin chaser, and consequently a point was scored for the Slytherin team. The green and silver clad supporters roared in appreciation as the Griffindors groaned in disappointment. It was then that Harry and Draco went head to head, zooming to the Slytherin-side stands. The crowd watched the pair race to the snitch that hovered in the middle goal hoop. Hermione watched as the two boys jostled for a favourable position.
There was an earth-shattering crash and equal confusion. Something huge, something incredibly ugly, crashed its way through the stadium. The game was called off as Harry and Draco spilt up and turned tail. They hurtled away from the dirty giant, as fast as their broomsticks let them. Hermione screamed as the giant made a snatch for Harry, but missed. She pulled out her wand and began sending jinxes in the direction of the giant. Many of the professors were doing the same, the rest ushering the children out of the stadium. Draco and Harry wove around the massive being, and simultaneously dove for the ground.
The giant faltered in its steps as the jinxes built up against it. It fell to the ground, causing vibrations that were felt throughout the school grounds. Hermione jumped down from the stands, fighting her way through the stragglers to get to Harry.
She crashed into Draco, her arms flung wide ready to hug Harry. Draco's arms wound around her, in reflex, and hers went around his neck on impact. They both slammed into the ground, and after a fraction of a second Hermione pulled away from the Slytherin. The look in his eyes mirrored the look in her own, surprise mingled along with curiosity. But the feeling was pushed away by the disgust planted on both of their faces. Hermione shakily stood up and looked down at the boy at her feet, trying to forget the feeling of the strong arms that had wrapped around her waist.
"Watch it, mudblood," he hissed as he gracefully stood up and brushed the dust away from his robes. She returned his comment with a frown and said nothing. She turned away and found Harry, immediately enveloping in a bone crushing hug.
Dumbledore, in all his magnificence, strode across the grounds.
"Harry, are you- Miss Granger, should you not be in the Great Hall?" Inquired the principal.
"Oh- Oh, yes. Sorry," spluttered Hermione as she walked off in the direction of the Great hall.
Draco watched as Hermione threw herself at Harry, grimacing as he remembered the feeling of her hands around his neck. They had both fallen to the hard ground, bruising her shoulders and backside. She had fallen on top of him, and they had lain there for a tiny proportion of a second. The feeling of the Mudblood on top of him invoked mixed feelings, but the predominant one was pure repulsion.
Draco shook his head and stalked after Hermione, following her across the grounds to the Great Hall. He pulled his quidditch robes over his head, revealing a pair of faded blue jeans and a tight black t-shirt. As they neared the Hall, Draco gained speed in his stride and pushed past Hermione, knocking her into the wall. He ignored her surprised cry and the ensuing thump as she hit the wall and sauntered into the Great Hall, disgruntled and visibly irritated.
He sat down at the Slytherin table and watched as Hermione walked in, touching her bruised temple.
Let's hope that hurt, thought Draco to himself, sniggering. He shifted his attention from the Mudblood to his surroundings. The appearance of the giant had created chaos. The students around him spoke loudly of how they had nearly gotten killed. Some of the girls recited dramatic stories of being near-trodden on, and the males then responded by stating that they had fired an "extremely powerful" hex at the giant, just to save them.
Draco smirked and turned to Pansy. It may have been the fact that he had been tainted by the touch of the Mudblood, or that he nearly had died by the hands of a giant, but he was feeling exceptionally cruel. He knew that the pug-faced girl liked him and decided to lead her on.
"Pansy," he said, gripping the girl's wrist. She turned to him and stared at him with a soppy, slavish look on her face. He rolled his eyes inwardly, but kept a fixed expression of genuine interest. He murmured how he had tried to save her by distracting the giant, repeatedly asking if she was okay. He cackled with glee in his mind as she flushed and began praising his 'bravery'. In truth, the only thing that he thought was worthy of saving was his own ass.
Draco looked over to the Griffindor table. Ron was awkwardly petting Hermione on the shoulder as she trembled. He knew that she now suffered from the aftershock of the event, and noticed that he was shivering also. Draco rubbed his arms, still surveying the Mudblood girl at the opposite end of the hall to him.
Her hair hung in uncontrolled curls down her back, somewhat dampened by sweat. Her face was a blanched milky colour, the natural ruby of her cheeks removed by fear. The bruise that was on her forehead was gone, and he suspected that she had removed it by herself. The t-shirt she was wearing was also moist and clung to her quivering frame. She was slim and was in the process of acquiring the exquisite curves of womanhood.
A booming voice interrupted his observations, dispersing the thoughts that were swimming idly around his head. Draco looked up to survey Dumbledore, not listening to a word the principal said.
Complete lunatic, thought Draco as he examined Dumbledore, but then again, he is a Mudblood lover.
Authors Note:
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Take You Down - CHRIS BROWN
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