A/n- Hola readers! This fic is just something I'm putting together in my spare time since I love writing. I've previously written a completed fic called "Enemies Clash", which is Hermione/Draco as well. So you can check that out, although it's from several years ago and the writing is not very advanced. It's around 25 chapters I believe, so if you wanted to check that out, it's cool.
Easy to realize, this will end up being Hermione/Draco. D Exempts events in HBP, for the obvious reason of Draco's loyalties. Takes place in Seventh Year, but again, EXEMPTS EVERYTHING IN BOOK 6!!!
First chapter of: Of Winning Her Heart
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Chapter 1 – The Dare
"Seriously, Malfoy, you're ridiculous. It's on man!" Blaise joked as he swerved in midair, flying high over Draco Malfoy's head. He swung back and tried to knock a bludger off of Malfoy's skull, missing by inches as Draco dove down.
"Shut up mate, you'll never beat me," Draco taunted back, swinging his club and making hard contact with the bludger, which found its target in Blaise's stomach. Blaise gave"oomph" and fell off his broom 15 feet and landed as a heap on the ground.
Draco flew down, holding Blaise's broom in his left hand, and landed softly on the ground by his side.
"Are you alright mate?" he asked, offering his hand to the bruised Blaise, who took it eagerly and pulled himself up, brushing his body off. He snatched his broom grumpily out of Draco's hand and gave him a dirty look.
"I'm fine, thanks," he spat, and tackled the bludger as it came rocketing back at his face. He struggled for a moment, and finally managed to shove it back into its crate, where he strapped it down quickly, as it was trying to escape.
Both Slytherin boys walked back towards Draco's Manor, where Blaise was staying until school started again in three weeks. Draco's parents were out, no doubt doing the Dark Lord's dirty work, and the boys had the house to themselves for the weekend, at least.
"I really don't see why we shouldn't have a party at your place tonight. At least a few people, you know?" Blaise suggested, and Malfoy thought about it.
"Yeah, sounds good. We have a few owls upstairs in one of the guest bedrooms; we could send them out to some Slytherins. Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, Flint, Montague, and whoever else we can get…" Draco replied.
While Draco went upstairs to write and send out the invitations, Blaise went to consult with the house elves to start cooking some food for the kids to snack on.
"Malfoy!!" Blaise called up the stairs. "Draco? Can you hear me?" After a few minutes, he realized that there was no way Malfoy could hear him in this massive house. He apparated up the stairs and searched the rooms until he found Malfoy, who was finishing up the last invite.
"I've been calling you for twenty minutes man."
"You think I can hear you from downstairs? Are you joking? What do you need?" he asked while throwing the last owl, his own, out the window and into the dull morning light. The sun was just about at the top of the sky, so it had to be around midday.
"Do you have fire whiskey? Your bloody elves aren't letting on too much about the alcohol situation," he explained, leaning against the wall of the bedroom, twiddling his fingers.
"Yeah, let me handle it. Can you push all the furniture and shit to the side of the big living room? I'm going to bring in my big ass speakers from my room in a minute, I just need some room."
"Sure…wait. Which living room? You have like four Malfoy."
"The biggest one, near the kitchen, with the green drapes. It has the big leather couch that you're in love with, remember?" he tried to explain, while heading towards his own room.
"Oh, got it. Yeah, I'm on it," he said, and apparated downstairs. Draco headed towards his room, which was only a few doors down. Upon entering, he noticed something out of place.
The first thing was there was someone in the room. "Pansy, what are you doing here? Honestly." Pansy came over to him and clutched onto his arm, smiling widely, and winked at him, batting her eyelashes at him. Draco shrugged her off and headed to his bed.
"I got your invite…" she said flirtatiously, winking at him again. She came and sat down on the bed next to him, as close as humanly possible.
"Sweet…but the party doesn't start for awhile. We still have to set up and everything. I thought I wrote on the invitation to come at 5. It's barely noon," he said cautiously. He moved away just a little bit, shifting uncomfortably.
"I just thought me and you could have a…private party?" she suggested, scooting directly next to him, so she was practically sitting on top of him. Draco raised his eyebrows.
"Uhm… right. Maybe later? I'm supposed to be getting my speakers and bringing them downstairs to the living room…" he said, getting up and pretending to unplug the speakers.
"Draco… the speakers don't have a plug," Pansy simply said, and Draco turned red.
"Right…well then. I'll just hover these," he flicked his wand, "and we'll be off."
"Wait…this letter is for you. It's from Hogwarts," Pansy said, and handed over a big parchment envelope. Draco tore through the parchment and unfolded the letter, reading it over three times.
"Sweet, I'm Head Boy. Ew, Granger is Head Girl. Bloody hell. Whatever, I'll deal. Ok, let's go." He threw the letter onto the bed and directed his magical speakers out his bedroom door and into the hallway.
Twenty minutes and a lot of complaining from Pansy later, they had managed to make their way to the living room and set up the speakers in a corner of the room. Pansy and Blaise had also finally figured out where the alcohol cabinet was, and there was a table groaning with the weight of several bottles of fire whiskey.
"Looks good Draco. I think I'm going to go shower and crap, I'll be down later." Blaise headed off up the staircase and most likely into one of the guest bathrooms. Pansy had collapsed over-dramatically into a large leather armchair, and Draco was placing cups on the table next to the beverages.
Pansy got up and drifted over to Draco, placing her hand on his arm and making swift eye contact. Draco's icy blue eyes bore into her cold, hard blue eyes and began to lead her back onto the couch. She pulled him in front of her, sitting him on the couch, his face now pulled into a smirk.
She straddled him, pulling his face closer and locked her lips onto his. He wrapped his arms around her and they landed on her ass, pulling her closer to him, and her hands tangled themselves nastily into his locks of golden blonde hair.
Draco pulled Pansy onto the couch, lying on top of her, never breaking their lip contact. Continuing their snog, Draco slowly unzipped her sweatshirt, revealing Pansy in a tight, white tank top.
"Yum," Draco said while managing to slip his tongue into Pansy's mouth. He moved his left hand slowly to cup around Pansy's boob, and Pansy smirked into his mouth. "Oh shut up Pans."
"Stop…talking…" she mumbled against his lips, flipping him over so she was on top of him again. His hands managed their way under her shirt and landed on her bra. Pansy moaned softly as they continued to snog passionately.
After about a half hour, they were interrupted. "Hey Draco, the elves said…oh. Sorry mate." It was Blaise, returning from his shower. He seemed to have stopped dead in his tracks at the door. "I'll just…go this way. Yeah."
Draco got off Pansy and stood up groggily. "Where'd he go?" he asked stupidly. Pansy didn't seem to care. She was fixing her shirt. "And fix your hair, Pansy, god, it's a mess."
"Excuse me? Yours isn't exactly godly right now either, Mr. Know-it-all." Draco looked in the mirror, gave himself a disgusted look, and magic-ed his hair back into place. Pansy zippered up her sweatshirt, and both of them looked normal.
"This goes without saying that was mainly for fun, yes?" Draco asked seriously, heading casually towards his kitchen. Pansy shrugged but skipped towards him energetically.
"And maybe there's more where that came from," Pansy flirted. Draco snorted and turned his back and strutted off. Blaise was standing outside the door, hopping from foot to foot.
"There you are Draco. What was that back there? Parkinson?" he whispered.
"Psht. I haven't gotten any in months. It was needed, don't worry. This is typical business," he assured Blaise, then walked past him into the confines of his kitchen. The elves had prepared bowls of snacks on trays, and there were also a few trays of butterbeer. Draco grabbed a bottle and chugged through half of it.
"Can you lot bring this shit out to the room or something. I don't want people seeing this messy ass kitchen. Go! Shoo!" Draco commanded. All at once a fleet of about 20 elves grabbed the trays and skidded out of the room and into the party room.
At this time, Pansy joined the boys in the kitchen. "Your house elves almost flew into me. Jeeze, you really scared them!" she complained.
"Hahaha. That's funny. You're hilarious. Too bad they didn't knock you on your ass," Blaise joked, and just managed to dodge a slap from Pansy.
"Don't even, Blaise, honestly," she huffed and Draco stifled a snigger into his hand, turning it into a cough.
"Well then, I think I should go get ready and…uhm…Pansy, you can get ready upstairs if you want or something. Or go home and then come here…"
"I need more clothes. I'll be back by 4:30 though," she said simply, and apparated. Draco shrugged and headed upstairs.
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"Dracoooooo," Pansy slurred, tripping into his arms. "I wanna lay downnnnn," she finished. Draco blinked and set her on the floor. He had never been this drunk before. The whole house was blurry and tipping.
"Malfoy, man, where do you keep the napkins in this joint? I think your girlfriend just threw up," Blaise asked.
"Uhm… the cabinet I think… I need…something to make the blurry go away," he said, tripping and ending up on the floor. He crawled out of the room and into the kitchen.
"Do you elves have anythingggggg? Wait...anything for…can you make the drunk go… away?" he asked dumbly. Luckily for him, a small elf ran up to him and handed his a tiny vial full of some sickly green liquid.
"Drink this sir!" the elf squeaked, then ran into the party room, probably to clean up whatever Pansy managed to throw up. Draco opened the vial and downed the concoction. His vision cleared and so did his head. He felt completely normal.
"I love magic." He stood up and grabbed a few more of the vials, and handed them out to his friends. It was already getting close to midnight. With a swish of his wand, he cleaned up the room and turned down the music.
"Spin the bottle anyone?" he asked, and cheers rose up from his friends. They all settled into a circle on the ground, and Draco cleared his throat. "Who wants to start us up?"
He grabbed an empty fire whiskey bottle and placed it in the middle of the circle. One of Pansy's brunette friends leaned forward and gave it a good spin. She crossed her fingers and stared pointedly at Draco, giggling. The bottle landed on Crabbe. Draco burst out laughing. The girl leaned forward and kissed Crabbe, and backed away quickly.
Two hours later, spin the bottle had turned into truth or dare. "Draco! Someone dare Draco, he hasn't gone!"
"Ok…uhm…truth or dare Draco?" Flint asked him.
"Dare," he said confidently, smirking. He glared at Flint, expecting an easy dare. Just kiss some girl or something.
Pansy leaned forward to Flint's ear and whispered something. "Oh! That's great! Pansy, you're amazing." He sat back in his seat and smirked towards Draco. Draco's smile faltered.
"What have you guys got for me?"
"So, this year, you have to live with the mudblood, because you're both Heads. Right?"
"Yeah… so what?" he answered hesitantly.
"So, over the course of this year, you have to get with her. Make her fall hard for you, shag her, and dump her. If anyone can do it, you can, Malfoy."
Draco thought about it. It was possible. "But, I don't want to shag a mudblood!"
"Then take the chicken out. And I'll give you a normal, easy dare."
"No way! I'm in! I'll do it."
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"Draco! Get your ass down here please!" Narcissa Malfoy yelled up the stairs to Draco's room. Draco dragged himself off his bed, where he was reading Quidditch Today, and grabbed his trunk, wand, broom and owl cage. He whistled and his eagle owl, Zeus, flew into his cage, and Draco's locked it. He apparated down to his kitchen.
Draco was dressed in simple black robes, his Head Boy gleaming on his chest. He had on black dragonskin boots, which clicked on the tiles when he walked.
"Are you ready to go or not Draco? We haven't got all day to bring you to the station!" Lucius demanded.
"Honestly, why do you bother? Just stay here. I don't need you anymore father," Draco spat. The animosity between the two was quite evident. Draco despised his father and the way he was treated.
"Then go alone. I personally have matters to attend to…" he replied dryly as he sipped at his coffee and shifted through some documents.
Draco grabbed a piece of toast and shoved it into his mouth. He swallowed it practically whole, a picked up the handle of his trunk. He used his wand to shrink everything he owned, and pocketed everything.
"I'm going now. I won't be home for the holidays."
"Bye Draco!" Narcissa screamed at him while he apparated away. Off to another year at Hogwarts.
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First chapter is doneeee. I'll try and update soon. Review it up.
Krista