"You'll remember to write, won't you?" Harry's voice cracked. Hermione stood in his embrace, clutching tightly to the back of his shirt. Tears began to surface in her eyes at the thought of leaving her brother and bestfriend alone for an entire year. Ron stood next to them, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes turned down at the grey platform of nine and three quarters. Ginny was hugging Mrs. Weasley and saying her goodbyes cheerfully, while Harry and Hermione clung to each other. They had never been ripped apart for so long before and the thought scared them beyond belief.
Even though the threat of Voldemort was gone, Harry and Ron had been reluctant to approve of Hermione's return to Hogwarts. In the end, they realized that she needed the opportunity to go back. She needed to go off on her own, just as they were likely to do. Ron decided to forgo Auror training and join George at the joke shop while Harry pursued his training full throttle.
One thing that had made it easier to return was Hermione and Ron's failed romance. Since their kiss in the middle of the war, they had tried to get along romantically; however, it hadn't gone smoothly. Ron had expected too little and Hermione had expected too much. He was nervous with their physical contact and routinely apologized for things he had no control over, which drove Hermione insane. Their casual touches as friends were now major annoyances as partners. She felt they could no longer hold a somewhat decent conversation without Ron overthinking something he said or did. When Hermione thought they would consummate their relationship, Ron had promptly panicked and fled. He returned with flowers and a million apologies about two hours later but she had already concluded that it wasn't going to work between them. He agreed, and they mutually split. Thus, began the rekindling of their friendship.
Now that she was leaving them, she felt the same heartache as when the two broke up. Harry released her and she immediately slipped into Ron's arms instead. He was too tall for her, but she didn't care at the moment as she held him one more time. His hands came to rest on her back and he dipped his head to touch the top of her own. She swallowed a broken sigh and let go.
"Well, guess it's time to get going." Her lips struggled to stretch into a smile. Harry's emerald eyes were watery while Ron's sapphire eyes were dull. They were both hurting in their own ways and she hated to leave, but she had to. Now. The train was starting to fill. . .
She grabbed her trunk and Crookshank's carrier before darting away, unable to look back at her boys without wanting to go home with them. She felt the tears drip as she joined Ginny in her compartment with Luna and Neville.
Slowly, the Hogwarts Express pulled out. The shrill whistle filled the air and the clatter of the wheels against the tracks rumbled under their feet. Hermione smiled at Neville across from her, a fellow returning Gryffindor. Luna and Ginny began discussing who they thought was going to be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts this year as Neville silently nodded at her wrapped arm. She looked down at it before returning his gaze. He held out a trembling hand and she took it gladly. He squeezed. She squeezed back.
"If you need anything, I've got your back." His voice was quiet, so as to not disrupt the conversation next to them.
"Thank you, Neville. The same goes to you." They shared smiles before letting go and Hermione's hand rested on top of her scarred forearm. She forced her thoughts away from the cause of it and the dizzy view of Malfoy Manor dissipated. She focused instead on Ginny's laughter and Luna's soft smile.
A knock on the compartment door called her attention to see Dean Thomas and Parvati Patil poke their heads in. Ginny scooted closer to Hermione as the two joined the group. All four returning Gryffindor students looked at each other with strain scrawled across their faces before they all relaxed with the help of their younger friends. Ginny and Luna used their strange, sarcastic humour to brighten up the mood of the room the entire ride to Hogwarts.
Hermione found herself laughing more now than she had in the past year.
As the train arrived at Hogwarts, the six of them gathered their things and stepped off. Hermione's breath caught in her throat. Sections of the castle were missing, and new parts had been connected. The grasses were still singed and decaying while the air around them felt heavy. She struggled in a short breath before Neville's hand was once more in her own. They shared another glance and she nodded.
They entered together, hands clasped tightly. The silence of the students surrounding them was squeezing Hermione's heart into pulp. Thousands of eyes watched them as they sat down at the Gryffindor table. Neville's hand was still clenched in her own under the table. His face was pale as her own was turning darker by the second.
There was a tense whisper beginning to fill the hall and heads swiveled away from Hermione and Neville to face the Great Hall doors. A shock of blonde hair and pale skin was all she could see as people began to back away. The students cleared a pathway for the offending person to reach the Slytherin table. As he sat down, people cleared away and she at once saw the face of Draco Malfoy. His pale pointed features were pinched in distaste and resentment. Stone cold eyes narrowed as they flashed over the many faces still staring at him.
They caught each others glances from across the room. He raised an eyebrow and his eyes narrowed furthur. Her jaw set stubbornly. Slowly, she nodded. He returned the motion. She began to dish her plate and the moment was broken.
After dinner, McGonagall began to make announcements regarding the school year. To Hermione's great pleasure, the returning Eighth Years all recieved their own shared common room and separate dorms. Their classes, however, would be sporadically timed and change often depending on the younger students' schedules.
When Hermione and Neville entered their common room that evening, they were pleased to see neutral colours adorning the furniture and walls. Ernie Macmillan and Terry Boot entered behind them and immediately rushed to check out the dorm rooms. Hannah Abbott took a seat by the fire while Dean and Anthony Goldstein took up a game of chess. The Patil twins squealed as they realized their dormitory's were connected. The returning Slytherins stood in the doorway looking uncomfortable.
Draco's eyes dragged across the room and stopped on Hermione who was looking through the large bookcase near the fireplace. She felt his gaze and turned, catching his eyes. She nodded. Draco, Blaise Zabini, and Theodore Nott took that as the okay to enter further. They separated and entered their own respective dorms for the night.
Hermione continued to peruse the bookshelf for another half hour before bidding goodnight to Neville and slipping into her room. The four-poster bed was decked out in bright Gryffindor maroon and gold while a mahogany desk and set of drawers sat across the room. There was another door, set in the wall next to her desk. She approached it and turned the knob, coming face to face with Draco Malfoy whose hand was reached as if to open the door himself.
"What are you doing?" The words escaped from her lips without pausing to think. Beyond his shoulder, she could see the gleaming tile of a bathroom. Oh Merlin, did she and Malfoy share a bathroom. . .?
"What does it look like I'm doing, Granger? I'm trying to see what's connected to my bathroom." Oh no, she did. . .
Her face blanched. His eyebrow raised as he peered over her head to see the room behind her. His nostrils flared. She bit her lip.
"Well, this is awkward." Her fingers tugged nervously at the ends of her hair. He stared down at her.
"Awkward? That's the only word you have to describe this situation? I thought you had brains, Granger." Her cheeks flamed.
"What would you consider it then, Malfoy, if you're so smart." Hermione's hands had moved to rest on her hips as she straightened her back. He still had a few good inches over her however, and he used that to his advantage as he drew in a breath to tower over her.
"Uncomfortable, disgusting, implausible, abhorrent. . .should I continue?" His arms were crossed over his chest and his chin held high as he sneered.
"No, I think we've got the point." Hermione pushed past him into the bathroom, taking stock of what was where. He leaned against the doorframe to her room and watched her with a careful eye.
It was a fairly reasonable sized bathroom, with two sinks and a large mirror. The toilet was separated by another door, thank Merlin, and the shower was wide enough for four people to fit easily. The colours remained neutral, such as those in the common room.
She ran a finger along the counter and clicked her tongue as she saw the door on the opposite side of the room. It had an emerald snake emblazoned on the dark oak wood. She turned back towards Draco to see a crimson lion on her own door. He was picking at his nails and betraying no emotion.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to have a shower tonight before settling in." She kept her voice controlled, not showing him the nerves she felt at having to be so close to him. He looked up, lip curling slightly in a smirk.
"Oh, is that so? Well, princess, I would also like a shower this evening. How about I go first since I found the bathroom first?" Hermione bristled.
"One: Don't call me that. Two: That does not automatically constitute that you get to shower first." He kicked up from the doorframe and stalked towards her.
"Of course, we could compromise and share." Draco's voice was an icy whisper pointed directly into her ear as he leaned down. She stiffened. He smirked wider.
"No way. I will be showering first." She stood her ground. Their eyes met and she felt her mind unlock.
"Ron, I thought tonight we could. . .you know?" Hermione's fingers played with the hem of his shirt. Ron's freckled face was growing redder every second.
"Hermione. . .are you. . .?" He dropped off as she rose on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. He returned the action halfheartedly, hands stiffening on her hips.
Hermione raised a hand and pushed it into Draco's chest as hard as she could.
"Get out!" She spun away from him and looked at the gleaming serpent on his door. She heard nothing from him as he stood frozen behind her.
"I said, get out, Malfoy." He chuckled behind her. Her head snapped around to face him.
"You tried to seduce Weasley?" His mouth was dropped open slightly in shock as he laughed harshly. "How'd that go? Is he better in the sack than he is at magic? For your sake, I'd hope so." He continued his laughter, not noticing Hermione's growing fury.
"Get. . .out. . ." With a quick, sharp wave of her hand, Draco flew through the door of her bedroom as it slammed shut in his face. Hermione dropped down to lean against the countertop as tears began to sting at her eyes. She shook her head violently and looked up into the mirror. Drawing in a ragged breath, her ears registered Draco's pounding on the door.
"Granger! You let me in this instant!" With a huff, she stomped over to the door. His face had turned pink and his hair fell over his eyes as he stared down at her in shock.
"How did you do wandless magic so strongly?" She blinked, not expecting that question to come from him.
"How did you do Occlumency on me so easily?" Hermione countered back. His face notably paled.
"That's none of your business."
"Well, my thoughts and memories aren't your business either so don't dare try it again."
"I wouldn't dream of it. You can have the ruddy shower first but you best be out in an hours time." He stalked back through the bathroom towards his bedroom door and disappeared. She let out a groan and buried her face in her hands.
It was going to be a long school year.
Hermione had managed to avoid Draco in personal settings all the way till December. Right before the break, she had collapsed on her bed in exhaustion after writing three essays. It was nearing midnight and she desperately ached for a calming shower before bed. When her hand touched the doorknob to the bathroom, she paused.
Something clinked faintly. A shaking sob permeated through the wood. Something shattered. More clinking.
Hermione's face paled as she realized there was something terribly wrong.
"Alohomora." Her voice was a whisper and her wand sparked softly as the lock clicked open. Slowly, she pulled the door open to see Draco sitting on the floor. His white dress shirt was wrinkled and the top three buttons were undone, his Slytherin tie loose around his neck. His shirt sleeves were shoved up past his elbows. Her breath hitched in her throat when she realized the clinking she had heard was the sound of glass shards against the floor tiles.
The mirror was shattered, more than likely by a punch or two, and the pieces lay around Draco. He held a long sliver in his right hand, his left arm coated in blood. He raised his head to look at her, eyes wide and cheeks tear-stained. He rose to his feet quickly, a grimace fleeting on his face before he was scowling.
"The hell do you think you're doing?" He snarled at her, while she continued to stare.
"I-I was concerned."
"Then fucking knock, Granger." He spun on his heel and went to leave but she moved forward and grabbed his shoulder. He froze, stiff under her grasp and she gaped at her actions. She moved away hurriedly and regained her composure.
"Malfoy, what's wrong?"
"Like I'd tell you all my issues."
"Your arm is sliced open." He looked down at the blood and nodded.
"Yes, I'm aware."
"Why?"
"Would you want to live with it?"
"Live with what?"
"This!" He thrust his arm into her face and smeared away some of the blood to reveal the writhing Dark Mark still ingrained in his skin. There were three thick cuts across it with a scattering of other older scars. She backed away, mouth dropped open. She was never good in situations like this. Her mind couldn't follow a clear set of rules and so she had to figure out a plan on the fly.
"Are you. . .are you suicidal?" He stared at her blankly.
"The fuck does that mean?"
"It's a muggle term. You know. . .that you want to kill yourself." His head snapped back.
"What the hell? No. I just don't need this fucking monstrosity staring me in the face every day of my life." She nodded slowly, trying to be careful in her approach of the situation.
"Here, let me heal these for you." Hermione reached a hand out but he jerked his arm back.
"I don't need it healed. I need it to disappear. If you somehow know how to fix that, then go right ahead. However, I have come across no spell, potion, charm, or salve that can erase it." His sneer was back. The glass crinkled under his feet as he stepped backwards again. "It's there until the end of eternity. It'll probably be on my fucking skeleton when I die." A sharp laugh cut from his throat as he dropped the shard of glass he had in his hand. It broke into tinier pieces when it reached the floor and Hermione flinched. Draco crossed his arms across his chest, chin held high again.
"Let me heal them, and then I may have a suggestion." Her mind wandered to July, when she had the tattoo of a small dove placed on top of a nasty scar she received from Antonin Dolohov during the Battle. She wasn't sure how skilled she would be at creating her own inked art on his skin but it was something she could try with magic.
Draco stared her down. Finally, he muttered something indiscernible and stalked into her bedroom. She sighed, spun her wand in a circle and fixed the mirror while cleaning up the bathroom of glass and blood. When she entered her room, her eyes fell on Draco sitting on the edge of her bed with a straight back and rigid posture. He looked over at her with a blank face. She then noticed just how dark and sunken his eyes had gotten. The silver mercury seemed to peer from caverns of pale stretched skin and his pink lips were drawn tight, pulling his cheeks taut.
Shaking her head, Hermione sat down next to him. Slowly, as to not scare him off, she reached for his bleeding arm. Draco stared at the ground, letting her drag her fingers down the slices. Her wand then followed her fingers motions, closing the skin. She cleaned up the blood and made sure the skin was healed tightly before going to the bookshelf she had created. After a few minutes, she found the book she was searching for and rose to find Draco's eyes canvassing over her.
He had been noticing the way her hair fell past her shoulders, longer than it had been before the war. His eyes had raked over the curve of her shoulders and the slenderness of her fingers as they draped over the different bindings. When she stood, his eyes met hers and he realized just how big and brown they were. He was reminded of the large willow trees at the Manor, their bark glistening after a fresh rain and pollen dotting small speckles of gold in the creases of the wood.
"Take your shirt off." He raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"I don't know how much this is going to cover and what all will happen. Take your shirt off. It's in the way." His eyebrows both raised up further but he obliged. He let his tie fall to the floor and draped his shirt over the end of the bed.
She was sitting beside him again, book opened to a page full of art and a single spell. He watched curiously as she ran her wand down his arm, tracing the gleaming serpent and skull. He shivered and her hand gripped his wrist tighter. His eyes raised to watch her face as she worked. Her teeth bit into her bottom lip, eyes scrunched and eyebrows knitted. There was a small wrinkle where her eyebrows met and her nose twitched slightly.
"Ach! Watch it!" A burn on his wrist called his attention away. Hermione grimaced; that was not the intended result.
"Sorry. I've never done this spellwork before. Hold still. . ." She continued to prod at his arm. Before his eyes, the ink of his Dark Mark shaped itself into something else entirely. Slowly, an open book began to show and an assortment of flowers surrounded it. Finally, Hermione removed her wand and nodded at his arm. Draco stared down at it in astonishment. The scarring was still prominent but the image he had tried to remove was now a beautiful piece of art.
"What. . ."
"It's a tattoo. It's usually a muggle thing but plenty of wizards have them. I used the ink that was already in your skin so that it didn't react badly to any new ink." She shrugged her shoulders, seeming bored with the topic already. Her eyes danced across his bare chest as if they were trying to look anywhere but. She didn't ask about the scars nor did she look at them too long, but he knew she saw.
"I. . .I'm sorry." Draco's lips tightened. He hadn't meant to say that. Hermione watched him with wide eyes. He decided that while he was already in this uncomfortable position, he could go ahead and clear his conscious. "I treated you horribly and then the whole thing at the Manor. . ." He trailed off when he saw her hand jump to her left forearm. She rubbed the sweater material over what had to be the scarring and tried to smile at him.
"Forgive and forget." His eyes narrowed.
"You can't be serious, Granger. Those are not "forgive and forget" moments." She looked away.
"They have to be. There's nothing to do to change them. They happened, and so I must deal with the aftermath as it comes to me."
"But you can't possibly forgive and forget. Hell, if you forgave me, I would kiss you right now because those are two things that should never be possible." She blushed. He pursed his lips and then continued. "I know you can't forget, either. It's obvious when you grab at your arm like that."
"Malfoy. . ." She had released her arm and was grasping his instead.
"What is it now, Granger?"
"I have forgiven you. I forgave you when you didn't give us away at the Manor." Her voice was a whisper, eyes turned down at his clasped hands. He stiffened. She didn't look at him.
Suddenly, his fingers were pushing her chin up softly and warm lips were pressed against her own for a split second. Then, Draco was gone. He grabbed his shirt from the end of the bed and disappeared back through the bathroom.
Hermione stared at where he had been sitting. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around her body and her thoughts raced. His skin had been so cold but with one touch of his mouth, she had felt heat sear through her like a blaze. Shaking her head, she stood up. Determined, she took her shower and crawled into bed. She would not let this get to her. She would not let this get to her. She would not let this get to her.
She repeated that for the rest of the night.
When she awoke in the morning, she realized she was running a half hour late. In her rush, she grabbed a lone tie from the floor and her shirt from yesterday before running to the Great Hall for breakfast. She struggled with her hair, pulling and tugging it into a thick ponytail on top of her head. As she entered the Hall, the students grew quiet. Confusion and embarrassment filled her cheeks with blush. Was her tardiness noted by everyone?
She sat down gingerly next to Ginny who was openly gaping at her.
"What? What is it?" Hermione hissed at her younger friend. Neville leaned across the table.
"Hermione. . .where did you get that tie?" Her eyebrows tied close together.
"I just grabbed it from my floor, I was running late, why. . ." She trailed off as she looked down at the emerald wrapped around her neck. Her entire body seemed to be on fire as she froze. She felt the heat rise across her cheeks and even up into her hair.
"You picked it up from your floor? Why would a Slytherin tie be on your floor?" Ginny seemed to be able to speak finally.
"I. . ."
"Granger." Hermione whipped around to see Draco standing with his hands in his pockets, scowling down at her. "I believe you have something of mine." She didn't think she could get any redder than she had already been and yet her face betrayed her once again by turning a dark crimson. The entire Hall was silent, including the teachers, waiting for what was to ensue.
"Ah. . .yes. I'm sorry." Her fingers fumbled to undo the tie before he reached over and did it for her. She stared at him, wondering what exactly was happening. His face remained empty of any true emotion but as his eyes locked onto hers, she felt a single thought slip away.
What are you doing?
He moved away, sliding the tie away from her neck.
"I'll try not to leave my stuff all over the bathroom next time but do make sure you watch what you're grabbing. It's not my fault we have to share that tiny space." She released a breath, calmer now that he had covered for her.
"Of course." He walked away. She turned back to her breakfast. "What?" At Neville and Ginny's unsure looks, her mood soured. They mumbled "nothings" before returning their attentions to their own plates.
The day continued without a hitch.
Hermione visited the Burrow for Christmas, burying herself in Harry and Ron's arms for ten minutes before she would let them go. They held her happily as she seemed to detoxify any negative emotions from her mind.
They sat around Ron's bedroom. Harry and Ginny sat tangled on one end of the bed while Ron was spread out on the other. Hermione perched on the window seat and continued to practice her knitting.
"I'll be moving into Grimmauld Place soon."
"When's soon?"
"About a few months."
"You could always move into my room." Ginny's eyebrows waggled and Ron feigned a gag. Hermione smiled as Harry's face flushed and he pushed up on his glasses with a shaky hand.
"Well, Gin, as much as I'd love that-" Ron gagged again. "-I'm not quite sure your parents would be pleased." His hand rested on her thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. Hermione watched them wistfully, somewhat despondent that she and Ron hadn't worked out romantically. He seemed perfectly fine being single but she was starting to feel lonely. Of course, he was constantly surrounded by people and she spent her time at the library and working on her studies. Besides, Hermione could do perfectly fine herself without any relationship nonsense.
"Hopefully though, I'll be able to clean it all up with Kreacher's help. And Hermione?" She raised her head to see him watching her with those clear eyes that seemed to pick her apart.
"Yes, Harry?"
"You're welcome to stay with me there for as long as you'd like." She smiled, tears wanting to well up in her eyes but she pushed them back.
"Thank you. That means a lot. I will most certainly take up your offer, Harry." He beamed and Ginny leaned over to grab Hermione into a hug. The two girls laughed as they swayed together. Hermione felt peaceful in that moment.
When she returned to school, she threw herself back into her work. She was determined to graduate top of the class and with Harry's offer, she felt inclined to find work as soon as possible so as to not burden him with her presence for too long.
It was around March that the topic of N.E.W.T.S arose among the students. The new D.A.D.A teacher, Professor Marilyn Hodges, had been trying to get them to practice spells in class so they would be prepared. The short woman was very spunky and reminded Hermione faintly of Tonks. Her voice was resonating and her mousy hair was clipped back constantly by the same bright yellow pin.
The newest spell that they were learning, was the Patronus Charm. Hermione swayed off her (Faux Pas) Dementor with a quick slash of her wand and earned Gryffindor ten house points. A few students struggled, such as Ernie and Anthony. Hermione and Neville worked together to help them conquer the wandwork and earned another two points each for great House-Unity Spirit.
After a week of practicing the charm, Professor Hodges approached Hermione with a wane smile. Hermione was rereading the chapter on Dementors in a corner of the classroom. When the professor neared, she looked up to see her teacher's blue eyes gazing over at another corner. Hermione turned her direction that way as well to find Draco struggling to battle his Dementor. From where she was sitting, she could see the sweat on his forehead and the nervous way he licked his lips before swiping his wand in a quick movement and breathing out the spell. Nothing happened. He fixed his grip on his wand and tried again. Nothing.
"Miss Granger?" She looked back at the twitching teacher in front of her.
"Yes, Professor?"
"A student could use your help. . .though they won't be quite fond to have it."
"You're talking about Malfoy."
"Yes." Hermione looked back at him as he flicked his hair back from his eyes and straightened his posture before trying again, sight locked on the swirling mass of black robes in front of him.
"I suppose I could try. I can't gurantee any success." Hodges nodded sharply.
"No, I can't say I suspect any either. There's also another thing, however. . ." Hermione's eyebrow raised slightly in question. Hodges clasped her hands in front of her and looked back at Draco.
"Professor?" She turned back to Hermione.
"It seems he can't find a memory suitable enough to even create a smoke or puff. If you've helped him to the point of the memory being the only problem. . .I'd liked to see you try and give him a happy memory or two."
"What are you saying?"
"He needs a friend."
"He has two currently, that I can think of!" Hermione was in shock. Never before had she imagined it be asked of her by a professor to befriend Draco Malfoy.
"He needs better friends. I know it may be strange to hear, but you could be the perfect friend for someone like Draco." Hermione blanched, thinking back to the tattoo she had created on his skin and the moment they had shared that night.
"Why do you say that?"
"You two seem. . .alike. Alike, but very different. You're both alone most of the time and you're both extremely intelligent. You both are very stoic and regal in your own ways but you have these warm interiors to your personalities. . ." She trailed off at the look on Hermione's face.
"We clash at every turn. We can barely speak a civil word to each other."
"Yes, I'm fully aware. . .but you two spark. Electricity fills a room when you two go at it. It's interesting actually; you two would work well together if you could only get past your differences and use that energy for something shared." Hermione looked down at the book in her hands. She mulled over what her professor had said. Finally, she looked up.
"I'll try. Just give me a bit more time to work into it, please?" Hodges nodded.
"Of course, Hermione. I really do thank you for this. I'd hate to see one of my best students fail because they didn't hold the happiness needed for a simple spell." With that, she turned and walked over to the Patil twins. Hermione spent the remainder of the class watching Draco's movements and picking apart his approach.
"Malfoy!" Draco stifled a groan, and crossed his arms across his chest as he turned to Hermione. She was standing in the middle of the common room, watching him where he leaned against his doorway. A single pale eyebrow rose as his lips grew tight.
"What is it?"
"I've noticed you're struggling a bit with the Patronus." As the words left her mouth, she realized they were not what he needed to hear. His eyes narrowed and the familiar sneer spread across his lips.
"My wandwork is none of your business, Granger. Leave me be." He disappeared behind his door. She sighed, before rushing forward to slam her palm against the wood before he had a chance to close it all the way.
"Listen to me." He stared at her.
"Why the bloody hell should I?"
"I can help."
"Oh, yes, that's exactly what I need. The little muggleborn's help with magic; like I'm not already an embarrassment to the Wizarding World." She flushed.
"Don't be a prick."
"What else do you expect me to be?"
"Grateful. I'm trying to help you pass your N.E.W.T.S, Malfoy. The only way you'll accomplish that is by getting the Patronus Charm perfect." His face tightened.
"Get inside."
"What?"
"You heard me. I don't need people hearing how pathetic I am."
"So you're accepting my help?"
"I need to get a higher score than you to prove my worth, so yes. I am. Only so I can use your own tricks against you." He pushed the door closed behind her. Her eyes traveled over the silver and jade room and her nose picked up on a pine scent. As she moved deeper in, she realized the scent was him. Her cheeks grew even pinker. She turned to see him watching her.
"Well?"
"Well what? You're supposedly the teacher." She sighed, this would be difficult.
"Okay, well, get your wand out." He slipped it from his robe pocket before tossing the robe onto the desk chair. He stood in the center of the room, staring at her for directions, dressed in the grey vest and crisp white button-up that was part of the uniform. Her eyes trailed down his torso slightly before meeting his eyes once more. He wore it quite well.
"What next, oh glorious and grand know-it-all?" His voice was a thick drawl and he stepped closer. She swallowed hard before pulling out her own wand.
"Don't call me that." He bowed slightly, throwing a smirk up at her. "Hold your wand out as you normally do." He obliged. "Okay, show me how you do the incantation." His eyes rolled but he swished his wand in a perfect fashion. Her eyes narrowed as she realized it had to be the memories that were the problem.
"What now?"
"I. . ."
"Oh, that's great, you have no clue." He had his arms crossed again, right leg placed farther forward than the left. Her hands propped onto her hips and she stared him down.
"I know what I'm doing but do you? Where are your happy memories? You need them to perform this spell." His face hardened. "What do you usually think of when you try?"
"My parents buying me my first broom, my first owl, the time I hit Potter with a nasty jinx during the dueling match, winning a Quidditch game against Ravenclaw, hugging my mother for the first time since the war ended. . ." Draco looked away from her at that. His cheeks were tinged rose. Hermione softened.
"Those are good memories, but they aren't strong enough."
"Obviously, Granger, or you wouldn't be here." Snappish Draco was back as he stalked over to collapse on the end of his bed, a hand dragging down his face. "I have nothing else." His voice was quiet, face hidden by his hand.
"Come with me on the next Hogsmeade trip." The words had left her mouth before she had even thought it through. His head whipped to look at her.
"Have you gone mad?"
"Maybe a smidge; but think about it. You can make happier memories."
"Like I'll get any happier memories by hanging around with you." He scoffed. She silently agreed but the image of Professor Hodges' pleading face filled her head and she straightened her spine with new resolve.
"Malfoy, let's go." He blinked. She had a hand held out to him.
"Go where?"
"Outside. It's raining."
"Exactly. Why would we go outside?"
"To have fun." She stated in like it was a simple fact and he rolled his eyes before rising.
"You're a strange one, you are." He brushed past her open hand and opened his door. "Well, are you coming?" A small growl pushed against her lips but she swallowed it down and followed him out of the castle.
They stood outside, getting drenched. The Great Lake was in slight turmoil and the melting snow by its banks was turning to sludge. Draco stood with his arms across his chest staring Hermione down. Her fingers pulled at the hem of her robe sleeve.
"Well? What now, Granger?"
"We have fun."
"How could we ever have fun in this?"
"Like. . ." She noticed a puddle near where he stood and a grin spread across her cheeks. "Like, this!" She had charged toward the puddle and jumped, splashing the water all over him. A gasp ripped from his throat and his hands flew up to cover his face.
"Granger! What the bloody hell are you doing?" His eyes were wide and she noticed at that moment, as a crack of lightning filled the sky, that his eyes were not simply grey. A soft oceanic blue bled through the silver, as if a dark brook flowing silently across stony bedrock. Without realizing what she was doing, she had grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer.
"Dance." At this point, Draco looked at her as if she had gone absolutely insane. He went to pull away from her but she grasped him tighter. Slowly, Hermione drew his hands to her waist. Their eyes never separated and for once, he seemed uninterested in going through her thoughts. His fingers were stiff against her robes but when her arms had encircled his neck, she began to sway and brought him with her. Hesitantly, he relaxed.
Soon, one of her hands was clasped in his as the other clung to his shoulder. They were skipping over the muddy slush and laughing like lunatics. Hermione was humming an old muggle song as Draco dipped his head back to smile at the sky. He spun her quickly away from him and then pulled her back into his chest. Her head dropped against his shoulder to catch a breath and he stilled.
"Granger." She looked up to see him looking at her.
"Yes?" His lips twitched and he blinked cautiously, as if she would disappear if his eyes were closed for too long.
"Curfew." He had withdrawn his arms from her body and she reluctantly did the same, instantly missing the warmth as the rain pelted her soaken form.
"Right." Draco started off without waiting for any other response. Hermione gritted her teeth and followed.
"It's Saturday." Hermione looked up to see Draco standing in front of his door, halfway into the common room. He watched her place a bookmark in her book and stand.
"I'm aware. And?"
"Hogsmeade." An eyebrow raised as she lifted her chin.
"Oh, were we actually doing that? You didn't seem all that thrilled about the idea when I had first brought it up." She grabbed her book from the endtable she had placed it on and moved towards her room. Before she was able to grasp the doorknob, his fingers had slipped around her wrist.
She hissed, his fingers a little too high up on her left arm to be comfortable. He jerked back and let go. When she looked at him, he seemed confused.
"What's wrong with you?" Her face noticeably paled. Her tongue tripped over itself as she struggled with a response to his question.
"I. . ." Their eyes met. She felt the memory wiggle away to the front of her mind.
"How did you get into my vault?" Bellatrix's breath was rank and her teeth seemed to rot in her mouth. Her hair dangled into Hermione's eyes and mouth as she sobbed.
"Please. . .no. . .I didn't. . ." Another sob racked her body as Bellatrix dug her pointed nails deeper into Hermione's cheeks.
"You stupid girl! How dare you?"
"No. . .please. . .I didn't do anything. . .plea-" A scream shattered through the rest of her words. The knife was like burning lava slicing across her skin as if it were merely a piece of paper. Dark, red, pulsing spots flashed in her vision as she choked on another scream and tears fell into her open mouth. Sweat dripped down her arm into the aching, open cuts and burned like acid. Her lungs seemed to fill with smoke and ash as her heart quickened its pace to a rhythm she thought would make it explode. Her voice broke as a third ungodly scream ripped itself from her body and her mind collapsed in on itself.
"What did I say about going into my head!" Her hands met with a strong chest and she pushed as hard as she could, snapping her head away with a violent pull. Her eyes clenched shut and tears begged to be unleashed. She straightened, hands covering her face and willing her eyes to not be wet when she opened them.
"That's it, come on." Suddenly, there was a firm hand grabbing her around the waist and she was pulled into his room. The arm dragged her through the bathroom and then deposited her onto her own bed. She looked up to see Draco skimming through her bookshelf. "Where's that bloody book you used?"
His voice was exasperated. Hermione blinked slowly. There was a pounding in her ears.
"Wh-what?"
"That book you used for. . .oh. It's right here. Of course, the perfect Granger has to alphabetize her fucking bookshelf." The jibe held no emotion. He turned, the book she had read for his tattoo held in his hand. Her eyebrows creased in confusion.
"Why do you need that?"
"So you don't have to live with it." He dropped onto the bed next to her, loosening his tie with a single finger and sighing. His fingers flipped through the book as he slipped his wand from his pocket and twirled it in two fingers. She watched his hands work. This was a confusing situation.
"What do you mean, Malfoy?" Her words were soft and deliberate, as she continued to mull over her thoughts. He finally looked up at her and rolled his eyes.
"The fuck do you think I mean? You took care of my. . .problem, so I'm going to fix yours."
"A tattoo wont cover it. It's too swollen." He paused.
"It's what?"
"Swollen. Red, irritated, cursed." He reached for her wrist, much more gentle this time, and lifted the sleeve away carefully. A low breath whistled through his teeth as he saw the wicked scrawl engraved in her arm.
"Why didn't you look for a spell to heal that?"
"I tried. There were none."
"Did you check any dark magic books?" Her eyes met his. Draco's face was blank but genuine concern seemed to pool in his eyes and the set of his lips.
"Well. . .no."
"There's your problem. It was a cursed blade handed down through generations of pureblooded hatred. You need dark magic to heal it." Hermione's head inclined in a slight nod and he sighed. "Here. . ." His wand hovered over the bruised scars. "Sedatis saeva vulnere."
Soft coolness, like silk and honey, draped down her arm. Slowly, the burning and swelling subsided. She watched in amazement as the word faded into an almost imperceptible, faint scar. His fingers were loose around her wrist before disappearing and running through his hair.
"Does that feel any better?" He wouldn't look up at her but she nodded anyways.
"Yes, thank you." His shoulders lifted rigidly, in what appeared to be a shrug. "How did you know to use that?"
"I. . .I just, you know. . ." His cheeks were flushing again. "The Dark Mark is quite a curse. . ." She bit her lip. His wand drifted across her arm again and his lips murmured the incantation quietly. Black ink swirled up on her skin and wound itself in the shape of a small swirled line. When she looked closer, she realized there were black stars connected by the rather straight line. She looked up at his face. He seemed shocked as he looked down at her now tattooed skin.
"It's a constellation."
"Yes. . .it appears so." Draco cleared his throat and moved to place the book back where it belonged. Hermione stood and watched him closely.
"Which one is it? I was never fond of astronomy." He froze, his back to her and shoulders tensed.
"I'm not sure. I've never been one for astronomy, myself." His shoulders rolled back and he turned to look at her, chin held high again. "Let's go to Hogsmeade. I'm in the mood for a Firewhiskey." Briskly, he set off and she bit her lip before following.
"You took Latin, didn't you?" Their walk into the village had been silent until Draco chose to break it. She looked at him in surprise for a moment and then focused her gaze at the sky and its billowing clouds.
"Yes, why?"
"What's the translation of that spell?" She blinked.
"Which spell?" He sighed. She looked back at him to see his eyebrows creased together and lips pinched thin.
"The tad-too spell." His lips spat out the word, not quite used to the muggle term. She fought away the curl of her lips as the urge to laugh bubbled in her chest.
"It's "anima magna atramento". . .so along the lines of "the soul is greatly in the ink". It's basically an inscription of your soul that's been infused with the ink. Like the book and flowers that came from my wand and into your skin." She blushed and he looked down at her with a blank face. "I'm an avid reader and one of my favorite places to be is my mother's garden." The blush was quickly subdued as she finished speaking. A hardness filled her face and she gritted her teeth. He noticed and walked faster. "Hey! Slow down!" He looked back to see her almost jogging to keep up.
"What's wrong, Granger? Feeling a little short? Are my legs too long for you?" She realized he was gouging for a reaction.
"Oh, ha ha, Malfoy. Get off your high horse." He paused and she almost walked right into him.
"My what?"
"Nothing. It's another muggle phrase." She waved a hand dismissively and he stared at her harder.
"Merlin, you muggles sure are strange." They continued their walk.
"No." Madam Rosmerta stood in front of the door to the Three Broomsticks and stared Draco down. Hermione ran a hand over her face and sighed. She had expected difficulty but not flat out rejection.
"Rosmerta, please, we just want a drink." The older woman looked over at Hermione for a second before shaking her head once more.
"Last time he was here, a student was harmed. I'm not taking any chances. I'm sorry, Hermione, but you'll have to find elsewhere." Madam Rosmerta turned on her heel and closed the door on the two standing outside. Hermione let out an audible groan and turned to see Draco looking quite relaxed.
"How can you just look so. . .so. . .so unbothered? After what she just said to us?" He tried for another stiff shrug.
"I've been turned away from most establishments, Granger. I've given up on expecting anything." He turned and began the walk back to Hogwarts. Hermione raced after him and grabbed onto his arm. He froze, his arm flexing under her hand, and she gaped at what she had just done.
"Sorry. I-I don't know why I. . ." Their eyes met and she hurriedly looked away. Her eyes glanced over the village, searching for something to make him stay. As her eyes flitted over an old, faded sign, her heart lept with joy as she found someplace he was certain to be allowed. "I know where we can go." She walked off, towards the small doorway where a pig's head was painted on the weather-beaten sign above it. She heard him sigh before the crunching of his feet on the sludgey stone followed. A small smile lifted on her lips as she realized she may be able to dig deep and give him a real, happy memory. Maybe then, Professor Hodges would stop giving her pleading looks during classes.
The door clunked closed behind the two, and Aberforth looked up. Surprise breached his features before he was sliding two large mugs onto the bar.
"Firs' one's on me. It's obvious no one else will take ye'. Migh' as well be kind." He continued cleaning a dirty glass with a rag that was just as filthy. Hermione gave him a soft nod and a "thanks" before taking the mugs over to a booth. Draco followed, cautiously.
"You're just going to trust that?" She nodded, and gave him a scathing look intended to shut him up. It worked. His nose crinkled as he sniffed at it, but deemed it worthy because he lifted it to his lips shortly thereafter. She followed suit. The drink was cool and slipped down her throat like flames, tasting of honeysuckle and lava. Hermione had taken two sips to Draco's five, and she watched as he easily downed the glass. He looked at her, an eyebrow raised to her still half full cup.
"I see you learned to trust it quickly enough." Her lips quirked up slightly as his cheeks deepened in colour slightly. His throat cleared.
"I can appreciate a good drink now and then. My taste buds are made to detect good quality." He had raised his chin again, eyes locked with hers, seeming to sing humour from sealed lips. She smiled outright.
After their calm afternoon, Hermione retired to her room for a breather before dinner. Before she entered her bedroom however, she stopped by the library and found a few books on astronomy.
Once she was bundled up under her covers and hair tied up off her neck, she cracked open the first book and began to read. After the second book, she happened upon the constellation now engraved in her arm by jet black ink. She blinked three times before it registered fully, and she dropped the book as if it had burned her fingertips.
"Oh, Merlin. . ." The Draco Constellation peered up at her from where it gleamed and glittered on the page. She turned her wrist up to look down at the dark matching symbol. Her mind wandered. Why had he chosen his own constellation and then why did he lie about it?
"Expecto Patronum!" The tip of Draco's wand alighted for a second before it fizzled away. He stared at it, eyebrows drawn tightly together. This was the seventh time it had garnered the result during the past hour they had practiced. Hidden away in his bedroom, the two had been working on his progress. It had only been a few days since Hogsmeade and Draco was growing more restless.
"Try once more, focus on the memory you've been going with and push it as far into reality as you can." Hermione's fingers were pulling at a curl while she watched him run his own hands over his face.
"It's not working, Granger. It's useless, I'm not going to be able to do it." Her eyes blinked before filling with a fire he couldn't quite place.
"No. You won't. Not with that attitude." She placed a hand out, palm up. He looked at it before looking back at her. She had locked eyes with him and then, to his amazement, she whispered the incantation. Slowly, a faint blue wisp raised from the center of her palm and began to materialize into a swimming form. The shimmering otter danced from her palm and glided around him before fading away in a burst of gold.
"How did. . ." He was staring at her in a way he never had before. Seemingly laced across his face, was fear and admiration. She simply crossed her arms and let down all the roadblocks in her mind. Hermione figured if he really wanted his answer, he would delve into her thoughts.
Except. . .he didn't.
"Malfoy, you can look at them if you really want to. I won't stop you this time. . .unless you dig too deep, then you're out." Draco nodded slowly, his chin dropping from its usual high perch. Softly, he prodded forward.
"God, Ronald, not everyone's got the emotional range of a teaspoon." Her face looked irritated but her tone was entirely humorous. One look at Ron's face, and she and Harry burst into laughter. The fire sparked next to them and she leaned back against the front of the couch.
"Hermione, dear, do you like it?" Hermione had been silent for the past five minutes, staring down at the hand-knitted sweater she held. Her watery eyes darted up to meet Mrs. Weasley's and she nodded vigorously.
"I love it." Her voice cracked and tears trickled down her cheeks. "Thank you so much." It was her first Christmas with the Weasley's and she clutched the present to her chest. The "H" handsewn in a glittery gold seemed to hug her back as she clung to the maroon material.
"Harry! You arse!" She had been dropped into a pile of fresh snow by her best friend as he laughed. Ginny giggled somewhere behind her and she saw the snowballs pelt into him, courtesy of Ginny she supposed. Ron was busy trying to dig her out of the banks of snow while laughing so hard, he had to stop often to catch his breath. Hermione sat up, hair sticking to her cheeks and snowflakes resting on her eyelashes. She smiled, brighter and bigger than she ever had.
Hermione found herself staring back into Draco's silver eyes as he pulled away. He had stepped closer without realizing it, now standing just a few inches from her. A hand had been lifted towards her cheek and he dropped it suddenly. She blinked.
"I think we can be done with this for now. Same time, tomorrow?" Her left foot slid back a step and her hips turned towards the doorway. He nodded, his wand twirling between two fingers once more. She left without another word.
"Hermione!" She paused where she had been slipping the astronomy books back onto their shelves. Her head turned to find Neville scurrying over towards her. His bag swung as he moved, long legs pushing forward with a confidence he had never had before. She smiled, proud of how he had grown and in expectation of his presence.
"Hey, Neville, how are you?" He stopped in front of her, face dropping into a nervous twitch reminiscent of their earlier years.
"I'm good, I'm alright, but how are you?" He had leaned closer. "You've been hanging around Malfoy quite often. . ." She watched his eyes dart around the somewhat full library. Seeing that he wanted somewhere more private to talk, she pulled him towards a secluded window.
"Yes, I've been working with Malfoy on Defense. He's not the best at it. Unfortunately, the only thing he seems to be quite adept at, concerning defense, is Occlumency; which, while impressive, isn't enough for his N.E.W.T.S as you know. . ." She trailed off, seeing Neville's face screw up in suspicion. "What is it?"
"That's not the only thing you two have been doing, is it?" She felt positively rattled now, confused about what he was insinuating.
"What are you saying, Neville?"
"Well. . .Hermione, I hate to be the one to tell you. . .but people think they've been seeing you two out on. . .dates." His voice was a whisper now, almond eyes wide. She almost laughed, but upon seeing how seriously concerned he was, decided against it.
"That's not true. He's struggling with his Patronus and I've already evaluated that it's his memories he's struggling with. I'm just helping to make some happier ones." She watched him nod slowly. "But please, Neville, don't tell anyone about that. I'd rather they think we're on dates than damage his pride and sense of trust like that." He stopped nodding. "Please." His shoulders sagged but he gave a quick nod anyways.
"I trust you, but let me know if you need anything." Or if he does anything. Neville hadn't said it, but she had heard the warning loud and clear.
"I promise I will." With that, he gave her a hug and left.
"Malfoy?" They were sitting at the edge of the Great Lake, a few feet apart. Books sat between them, while the sky turned shades of lavender and lilac above them.
"Granger?" He was scanning a book intently, legs stretched out in front of him and an arm propping him up. She pulled at a few strands of grass and ripped at them as she stared down at her crossed legs. Her skirt kept rising up her thighs so she pulled down on it as she gathered her thoughts.
"Why did your wand choose this tattoo?" She didn't have to look up to know she'd caught his attention. The thick breath he had hitched told her well enough.
"What?"
"The constellation it chose. It's you."
"I don't seem to understand what you mean." She looked over at him to see his eyes had not moved from the pages of the book. However, the tense grip he had on the spine gave away his nervousness. His pale face was blank, as usual. She cleared her throat and drove on.
"You gave me a tattoo of the Draco Constellation. The one you were named for." He still hadn't moved. She looked back at the lake, wondering if she had pressed too far. They weren't even quite friends, why did she think it would be alright to ask that?
"'I put my heart and soul into my work, and I have lost my mind in the process.'" She froze, knowing that quote, as his whisper trailed off. Turning to him, she saw that he had put down the book and drawn his knees to his chest.
"You quoted a muggle artist." His entire body was tense, eyes staring straight ahead to the horizon.
"He's quite well known."
"Yes, but you're rather against muggles, I thought."
"I'm not against them. I haven't been against them since I took Muggle Studies my Fourth Year. It was quite a wake-up call to what muggles really are and what they can do. Not my fault as to how I was raised." He paused, lips twitching into a small, tense smile. "Besides, Vincent Van Gogh was bloody brilliant."
"You took Muggle Studies?" A nod was his response. "Wait, you're not answering my question." Draco finally turned to look at her. Usually, his eyes were blocked away and hidden of all emotion. Now, there was something searching through her from the peering marble.
"I did answer your question. I devote my everything to my magic." Hermione's mouth worked to find words. It found nothing and she continued to gape at him. Slowly, a smirk rose over his face. "Well, I do believe that I've just rendered the great Hermione Granger speechless." At that, she began to laugh. Starting with a soft chuckle, spreading into a full hiccuping choke. She fell back on the grass, a hand on her stomach and the other above her head. She looked up at the left arm raised next to her face and traced the stars with her eyes. Looking up at him, she saw his mouth parted slightly as a laugh bubbled away from him.
Then, it stopped. The sun sank farther down and threw their evening into a dark, violet hue and he stood. Grabbing his books, he looked down at her with the faint ghost of a smile creasing his lips.
"Curfew, Granger."
"C'mon, Malfoy! One more time, please!" His face had darkened with his eyes in slits. Hermione kneeled on his bed, watching his progress.
The faint blue smoke whispered through the room, not taking on a full form just yet. Draco's wand was gripped so tightly in his hand, she was afraid it would snap in half. He let out a heavy breath and the wispy shape dissipated.
"I'm never going to fucking do it." She glared at him.
"Why do you always give up? You're so intelligent and yet, here you are. I know that you're right behind me in every class except this one. What's holding you back?" She stood, facing him, arms crossed over her chest. He raised himself up, chin pointing dangerously high as a sneer painted across his face for the first time in a while.
"Oh, dearest bookworm, maybe it's because I was raised to accept the Dark Arts. I was never taught to defend myself or to fight against them. That's not how I was supposed to be!" They were nose to nose; Hermione's hands now clasped firmly on her hips as Draco's were in fists by his sides. She stared up at him, taking in the angry wrinkles of his face and wishing she could smooth them away. She shook her head, dark curls almost smacking him in the face.
"Be a rebel for once in your life, instead of going with the grain. You saw where that got you; bleeding on a bathroom floor." She realized her words had gone too far when he sucked in a breath through his nose. His eyes flashed dangerously before he had her pinned against the wall. His fingers tightened around her upper arms and the air from his lips was hot against her ear.
"Don't ever mention that again." He moved away, releasing her. He began to pace and waved a hand as he spoke. "The memories I've been using now. . .they aren't enough. I need something else, I need something different." She watched him carefully, unsure of how to approach. "Why is nothing working? What else can I do? Am I just not meant to be happy?" His hands dragged down his face and pushed back up into his hair, pulling it in different directions. She moved forward subconsciously.
Soft fingers grabbed at his hands, untangling them from his hair. Hermione stood in front of him, eyes warm and heavy. She released his hands as she wrapped her arms around his waist. Draco stiffened. Her head was laid against his chest, able to hear his heart rate pick up speed. His arms hung at his sides before he had the sense to raise them slowly. A hand touched her hair while the other rested along her spine. She sighed; he closed his eyes.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Don't worry about the spell right now, what you need is a drink and a walk." She pulled back to look at him. His eyes were blank, lips tight. A nod was his response before they stepped away from each other awkwardly.
They stopped by the kitchens before heading out to the grounds. The elves were cautious of Draco at first, but by Hermione's presence they were calmed. In Hermione's hands, she carried a woven basket containing rolls and a bottle of muggle wine she had requested. Draco had sent her a curious look when she had asked for it, but she ignored him. They paused by the banks of the Great Lake before settling by a large oak tree.
Hermione handed the bottle to Draco and sat back against the tree. He unstoppered it before taking a large swig and immediately almost spit it all out.
"What the hell is this? Poison?" She rolled her eyes and looked up at where he sat cross legged in front of her.
"I know muggle alcohol isn't as lovely tasting as wizard, or even elf, alcohol; but, you have to admit it's strong." He stared at her for a moment before looking back at the bottle. His shoulders tried again for a casual shrug and she smiled. He took another swallow of the bitter liquid. His nose crinkled. She laughed before looking down at the grass between her fingers.
"I'm sorry, again, for what I said." He looked up at her.
"Don't be. I needed to hear it. I am a bit of a coward, no matter how hard I try to prove otherwise." She looked up at him in shock. He was being truthful about his flaws, which was entirely uncharacteristic of him. His face was turning pink and his eyes darted across her face, not quite meeting her eyes.
"Hand me the bottle." She had her hand out, desperate to make him feel less uncomfortable. He obliged. She took a long drink before handing it back. "Hopefully, we both get knackered." A smile spread across her cheeks as she saw him calm down; the lines of his face relaxed and he met her eyes.
"Bet I'll get there before you." A smirk lifted on his lips as he raised the bottle to his mouth once more.
"Oh, it's on, Malfoy."
An hour and a half later, the bottle had kept magically refilling itself. Draco lay on the grass looking up at the darkening sky as Hermione lay next to him. They were both far gone in the land of drunkenness; their hands tangled together and heads side by side. She turned her eyes to him, tracing each slant of his jaw and the curve of his earlobe. He continued to watch the clouds pass by.
A hiccup from Hermione brought his attention down to her. She was looking up at him, eyes innocently clear and hair strung out across her skin and the grass below. Their robes lay in a heap next to the tree and basket. They had been deposited there once the two had begun a kind of dance before they collapsed together to stare at the sky.
"You doin' alright there, Granger?" Draco spoke slowly. She blinked.
"I think so. You?" Her lips found the words hard to release, yet she accomplished the feat anyways. His lips curved up slightly.
"You're very pretty." He blinked. A mental hand slapped him and he sat up, disconnecting their hands. "Sorry. That, I wasn't, this wasn't quite, I think I'm quite far gone." His teeth tripped up on his sentence but Hermione simply laughed. She rose carefully, joining him in where he sat staring into the Great Lake.
"That's quite alright, Draco. I'm a bit out of it myself. You are rather handsome, too." Her voice was dreamy and her mind slipped to Luna. Just the idea of her radish earrings had Hermione laughing again and she leaned forward. As she leaned, she twisted and fell. Her hands flew up to grab at something, anything, and Draco reached to catch her. Unfortunately, they both ended up tumbling down.
Their laughter rang out and as Hermione shifted to look at him, her breath caught. His hair was glowing in the light of the sunset, eyes crinkled shut and lips drawn loose around the large smile on his face. His weight on top of her wasn't crushing, and she realized with a start that she hadn't seen him eat much since the start of the year. Draco seemed to calm down, looking back at her with a grin still lit upon his face. Her arms were around his neck, legs tangled together, his hands planted on either side of her head.
Without warning, he leaned forward and captured her lips with his own. Her eyes dropped close and her lips responded before her mind had chosen to scream; bad idea, bad idea!
"Oh, shove it." She shut down the screams with a single penetrating thought and kissed him back harder. Her fingers wound into his hair and one of his hands found its way to her cheek, brushing a thumb over her skin. They parted with a heaving breath, eyes still closed.
"Granger. . ." The silence was broken by Draco's voice. Hermione opened her eyes to see him staring at her with a glazed look. "Curfew." She nodded, feeling numb. He stood and offered his hand. She accepted, and upon reaching the common room, they parted ways.
Neither had noticed the dark figure watching them from the corner.
"Hermione! Can we talk?" Dean Thomas' voice called out to her as she headed down the hall after Potions. She turned with a smile to see him walking towards her. After a nod and another greeting, the two made their way out into the courtyard. Dean led her over to a low wall away from everyone else. They sat and she waited for him to begin. He pulled a hand down his face before facing her.
"I saw you. With Malfoy." Hermione waited another second, anticipating more. When nothing came, she raised her hands up and shrugged.
"And? We've been studying together recently. I don't think we've done anything wrong." Dean frowned, right leg jumping up and down. His fingers tapped on the stone wall and his eyes searched her face.
"No. . .this wasn't studying I saw." Her jaw tightened as she thought back to two nights ago and the drunken kiss she and Draco had shared. They hadn't spoken since, and had come to avoid each other's presence. Had Dean seen them. . .?
"What do you mean?" She hoped her face remained unreadable.
"You two were holding hands. It was a few days ago, after curfew. You came into the common room together looking like you had just been out to run a marathon. Clothes rumpled, faces red, breathless. I'm a bit concerned, Hermione. A few people have been speculating a relationship, but this. . .this is almost basic proof. Is there anything going on?" He watched her carefully, ready to call out any hint of dishonesty present in her face. She rounded her shoulders and sat up straighter. He hurried on to clear up any boundaries he might have crossed. "You don't have to tell me anything. I'm just concerned, is all. You're a spectacular witch and a brilliant, compassionate friend and I just don't want to see you getting hurt. No one does. If you do tell me anything, I won't tell anyone. I just want to make sure you're alright."
Hermione let out a sigh, realizing Dean's concern was the same as Neville's had been. Except. . .Dean had seen them. That was different.
"Dean, I thank you for your concern, but there's nothing going on. We were out by the Great Lake, trying to move past just acquaintances into a kind of friendship, and I might have offered some muggle wine. You know how alcoholic that stuff is. We danced and sang, and just acted like such-well, like such fools. It was quite ridiculous, actually. There's no reason to worry though, I promise you. I'm alright." Dean nodded slowly, seeming as unsure of her response as she was.
They talked for another ten minutes, catching up on some things they might have missed, before parting. Dean headed off to his next class and Hermione started towards the library to study before her Ancient Runes class.
Another week had passed before Hermione had spoken to Draco again. Professor Hodges paired up the Eighth Years to review the spells they had worked on. Due to her resolve to see Draco's progress on the Patronus, she stopped by their table first where they were both sitting awkwardly.
"Mister Malfoy." Draco looked up to see the professor looking at him expectantly.
"Yes?"
"May I see your Patronus?" A pale eyebrow raised before he stood and followed her to the chest where she stored the (relatively fake) Dementors. Hermione followed slowly, fingers raised to pull at her curls while she chewed on her bottom lip.
Draco stood at attention as Professor Hodges opened the chest and the sweeping black robes descended on him. His eyes shuttered close and she saw his lips part with an inhale before they muttered the incantation.
Suddenly, with more power than she had seen before, the blue fog poured from his wand. It swirled in a tight circle before fanning out into a large spotted, feathery tail. Soon, curved claws held up the proud, majestic form of a wild peacock. It's beak dropped open to emit a harsh scream before strutting after the flowing cape of the Dementor.
Hermione and the professor had backed away; but as Draco pushed the Dementor into the chest, Hodges rushed forward to lock it shut once more. Draco's arm dropped, eyes still closed, sweat dotting his forehead and upper lip. He took another breath before opening his eyes and focusing on Hermione.
For a second, nothing happened. Then, for whatever reason, Draco unlocked his own mind and drew Hermione in.
Hermione's curls were saggy, sticking to her cheeks in the cool rain. Her laugh was a tinkling bell ringing into the dark storm. Her hands on his shoulders burned through his robes to his skin. He looked down at her to see pearly teeth smiling up at him in a way he had never seen before. With a push, he spun her away before dragging her right back to him. Her forehead landed onto his shoulder and he breathed in the caramel, cinnamon scent of her hair.
"Draco!" His mother's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down towards her. He gladly hugged her back. Tears began the trek down his cheeks and he felt his shirt grow damp with his mother's own tears. She shook in his arms and he tightened his hold; so happy she was alive, she was here, they were safe.
His father stood off to the side, a hand holding a large gash in his arm. Dirt streaked across his face and his eyes were sunken. Draco locked eyes with him, and they both nodded.
Lucius would take the brunt of the punishment. It was mainly his fault the family had ended up where they were, anyways. Draco felt more tears well up and he buried his face in his mother's neck. He would keep her safe, at least.
"Oh, no, I wouldn't consider it a good career for Harry either. He's obviously just trying to find his way but he should really step away from the Dark Arts for a bit, in my opinion." Draco snorted into his mug. Hermione shrugged at his derisive laugh. "Laugh all you want, it's true!"
"You just have so many opinions. You're always voicing a new one, every minute or so!" He watched her take another sip from her own mug.
"People can tell me to stop talking all they want. They can tell me that I'm overthinking things all they want. It doesn't stop me from making my own opinions and thoughts about things, and voicing them anyways. I'm very vocal about what's important." She set down her glass with a definitive nod. Draco looked at her appreciatively. Her eyes were amber and onyx. Dark, mysterious, drowning him in mixed feelings. He never knew how to feel around her anymore. He looked away to find Aberforth cleaning another dirty cup with an equally dirty cloth.
"What's your opinion on that, then?" He nodded his head over at the old man. She looked to watch him for a moment, before turning back to Draco. He saw another argumentative glimmer in her eye before she started up again.
Draco had tumbled right over on top of her, her hair tickling his nose slightly before he raised himself off of her. She was still laughing, but it stopped for a moment right after he had dissolved into hysterics again. His eyes opened wider to see her staring at him with bright eyes. He felt as if he would fall deep into the abyss if he stared into her eyes for any longer. His first idea to solve that problem, was to lean forward and kiss her. He hadn't expected her to respond in kind; yet, he found her lips melding to his own quickly. Her fingers flitted through his hair and he raised a hand to caress her cheek. The motion caused him to realize where he was, what he was doing, who she was.
"Granger. . ." She looked up at him with her big, doe eyes and he melted, before remembering that this was wrong. She would hate him when she sobered up. "Curfew." He rose, and offered his hand.
Hermione was pushed out of Draco's mind, not registering what had just happened yet. He stared at her for another moment before walking away. She remained where she was, arms crossed over her chest as if it would protect her from her raging thoughts. It was so strange, witnessing herself the way he saw her. It was even stranger that the memory of his mother was on the same scale of happiness as moments spent with her. She wondered when they had crossed this line; this line of importance. When had she become a burst of light in his life? When had he become a comforting beacon in hers?
Hermione and Draco didn't speak to each other for the next three weeks. When they did meet again, it was two days before N.E.W.T.S were to start.
Hermione was rereading all of her textbooks, curled up in front of the fire in the common room. It was just past one o'clock in the morning but she wasn't quite tired.
A growling mew sounded from below her and when she peered over the side of the couch, she found Crookshanks calling for her attention.
"What is it, sweetums?" She lowered her hand to pet the Kneazle's frizzy fur but he slipped away from her reach. She watched him with a curious eye. He was never one to shy away from her touch. "What's wrong? Is there someone in trouble?" She knew that Crookshanks was far smarter than Ron ever said he was. He had a talent for helping people and figuring out which situation needed what or who.
Placing her books on the endtable, she rose and followed his bushy bottle-tail. He stopped in front of her door. She paused, hands on her hips.
"You wanted to go to bed, is that it? I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." She opened the door and let him enter. When she went to shut it, Crookshooks let out a fowl screech that caused her to jump. She flung the door open again to see him sitting at the bathroom door. A clawed paw swung up to hit at the closed door, before his yellow eyes turned back to stare at her. Her eyebrows stitched together.
She looked back at the history book laying on the table before sighing loudly. She stomped over to where he sat and wrenched the bathroom door open to find it empty. She looked down at him, eyebrows arched.
"Well? What seems to be the problem here?" She crossed her arms and looked at him accusingly. He simply blinked and walked over to Draco's door. Hermione's breath caught in her throat.
Draco was in trouble.
She stepped forward carefully and placed an ear against the door. A muffled groan could be heard. Then a thump. Another cry. Silence.
She froze. Not again. Carefully, she turned the doorknob.
His room was dark. A triangle of light filtered in from the bathroom doorway. She looked back to see Crookshanks watching her. She caught a sigh in her throat and turned back to enter his bedroom.
She tried to remember where his bed was as she walked forward into the darkness. Her knee hit a sharp object and she inhaled sharply as she tried not to fall over. She felt around with her hands for a moment before recognizing the object as his desk chair. She was close.
A sob came from his bed and then a yelp before she saw a slice of motion and then a hard hit against the mattress. He was having night terrors.
Hermione hurried forward and threw herself onto the bed, right on top of him. She was desperate to stop him from any more violent moves that could hurt himself.
Unfortunately, her jump had woken him up into a panic. Draco cried out in alarm and a sharp slap connected with the back of her thigh as he attempted to fight his supposed intruder.
"Malfoy, it's me!" Hermione tried to calm him down by placing her hands on his face and making him look at her. He thrashed again, leg kicking up into her already bruised knee. She grunted, before repositioning herself atop him. "Malfoy, look at me!" His head shook in her hands and she moved to grab his hands instead when he tried to pry her off of him. She was straddling him now, so she crooked his arms down and stuck them under her knees.
She saw the tears that had tracked down his cheeks in his sleep and noticed his scrunched up eyelids as he tried to hide from whoever had appeared to attack him. Her fingers found his creased eyebrows and she brushed them gently.
"Draco. . ." She whispered his name. His eyes popped open and lips parted in a gasp. She released the hold on his arms and moved to sit next to him on the bed. He sat up, fingers fisting into his hair, breathing shallow and harsh.
"What-I don't. . ." She shushed him softly with a brush of her fingers down his cheek, and then he had thrown himself at her. His arms encircled her waist, fingers digging into her sides, face buried into her neck. His blonde locks tickled her nose and chin while she ran a hand down his spine, trying to calm him down. She looked down at him, trying to focus on his distress; yet, her mind kept wandering to the fact that Draco Malfoy was curled up in her lap crying like a small child. All too soon, he sat up with red-rimmed eyes and a quirked lip. He looked at her for a moment before flipping onto his side and relaxing back into his pillow.
She sighed, and began to climb off the bed before a hand shot out and wrapped itself around her waist. She was dragged backwards into his chest and she stiffened. His lips were pressed against her shoulder, arm still wrapped tightly around her waist, fingers resting casually along her hipbone. As his breathing calmed down, so did she. Before long, they both had fallen fast asleep.
Hermione awoke to Draco nuzzling closer to her. His hands wrapped around her waist were tight and a single leg was thrown over her own. His face buried itself in her hair, dark strands standing out in contrast to his pale cheeks. She sighed, not bothering to move just yet. After a few minutes, she carefully untangled their bodies and slipped away. He looked so broken apart, laying there with his arms spread out for her form to fit back into. His lips were pouty and his nose whistled slightly as he breathed in his sleep. A foot twitched under the blanket and she watched him for a moment longer before disappearing back into her room.