Against All Reason

A Dramione fan fiction by feistyferret

Rated M for scenes of Sexual Nature and Mature Language

Summary: Hermione and Draco both find themselves at a crossroad,
and don't know the path to anything.
Will they seek comfort in eachother and find their way there?
Or will their friends finally realise that something's wrong and help them?

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights of any of the characters who all belong to
J. K. Rowling, and I am not profiting from this whatsoever.

Chapter One: Surprises

Hermione walked with a surprising, big smile upon her lips through the halls of Hogwarts. It had been a strangely terrific day for a change, due to the fact that it hadn't ended yet. It was sneaking to the end of September month, and Hermione was already far ahead of all her homework. Still, it didn't mean she couldn't spend her time at the library some more, studying. She knew that she was getting on Madam Pince's nerves. But through the years Hermione had learned one thing; sometimes it was just natural that all people couldn't be pleased.

She entered the library with a satisfying look upon her face. It wasn't busy, not that it ever was, but today there didn't seem to be any unserious readers. She went further into the library and found her favourite spot, free as usual. For once though, she decided not to study, but read one of the books her mother had given her. It was a Muggle-teenage romance-drama, but since Hermione also was a girl, she enjoyed it much more than she'd thought. So much that she didn't realise that two very irritating boys had sneaked up on her.

"Hey Hermione". Hermione shot up from her chair. Usually these days when someone snuck up upon you, it wasn't because they wanted to do something nicely. Just before she drew her wand, she realised, that it was just Harry and Ron, who'd probably thought she'd seen them coming.

"Hey, easy with the wand there Hermione, it's just us." Harry pulled a smug grin, and Ron looked curiously at her with a raised eyebrow. Hermione gathered herself and sat back down in her chair.

"I know I'm sorry, it's just you never know these days. After the unsuccessful try on killing Dumbledore last year, I can't seem to be more careful, no matter where I go." She briefly glanced at the page she'd come to and memorised it till the next time, she could sit and read quietly by herself.

Ron shook his head, "and you still want to be Head Girl? I just don't get it." Hermione glared at him shortly, when Harry began to speak. "Yeah Hermione, wandering the halls at night, isn't that testing faith?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "and that should come from you two? Haven't you spent the last six years wandering the halls, getting in trouble?" Her voice turned into a slightly disappointed tone. "Come on guys; don't turn into wusses the second it gets really serious." She packed her book away in her bag and swung it over her shoulder, as she stood up. It wasn't that she didn't love her friends anymore and didn't want to talk to them. "Now, if you will excuse me, I'll be going to get ready for my meeting with the Headmaster and the new Head Boy." She softly, but rudely pushed between her best friends as she headed out of the library. It was just, the two boys only talked about Quidditch and how great they were, she felt left out.

With a sharp turn, she went around the corner leading to the corridor where the Gryffindor tower was. But with her bad luck she bumped rather harshly into someone walking just as fast and unfocused at her towards her. She felt herself hit the cold, hard stone floor, and then a body hit her, as the person she'd knocked down fell upon her. She opened her eyes just to regret it fiercely. She was now staring into a pair of cold, grey eyes penetrated with hatred and mildly confusion or shock.

Draco cursed as he turned the corner and fell over whoever was walking towards him. Just barely saving the person underneath him from a body crush, he felt his body fall down on a rather soft one with curves. A girl, he thought, how delightful. He opened his eyes, just to be met with a pair of shocked brown ones. He cursed as soon as he realized who it was he'd bumped into. As realization began to flash across her face, when she realized who he was, he felt irritating, probably intentional hurtful, punches on his chest.

"Get off of me," she finally managed to spit at him. He felt the hate pouring towards him, and he felt an evil grin appearing on his lips. So she didn't like him crushing her down on the hard floor. But even as much fun it was making her so irritated, he reminded himself he was touching a Mudblood, and within seconds he cleared off of her.

"What do you think you're doing Mudblood?" He sneered as she was picking up her books. How pathetic she was. No wonder that she never found a guy. A bloody know it all, with big ugly hair. He snorted as she finally stood up with her books in her hands. Just to make a bigger thing out of the scene, he knocked her books out of her hand just before he left, and he ignored the fact that the whole hallway had stopped up to look at the incident.

"Get out of my way!" He yelled at some younger students who were looking quite terrified at him. Draco stormed down the stairs that led to the Slytherin house. Somehow the smallest things made him angry these days. Ever since the murder attempt on Dumbledore people stared at him. Some stared with loathed expressions and others with terrifying ones, like he was going to try and murder them. He stormed down the stairs to the Slytherin dungeons, sneered out the password and entered the Slytherin common room. With a couple of curses he kicked one of the furniture, trying to let his anger sooth.

"Well good afternoon to you too Draco," Blaise was lounging on one of the sofas. He was looking up at Draco with a raised eyebrow. "What's today's problem?"

Draco sighed and dropped down in another sofa next to Pansy, who hurried over to his side and caressed his arm. Pansy was sweet and pretty, and she was one of the closest people Draco had. He liked her, but not more than a friend. Their relationship was more of an appearance, but he couldn't hurt her.

"It's that bloody Mudblood. I'm walking down the hall, minding my own business and then suddenly she just rushes into me and made me fall." Draco sighed again. "Embarrassing… I could feel the entire hallway staring…"

"Maybe you should keep your eyes open." Draco's eyes flipped open and he looked across of him. Daphne Greengrass was sitting with a book and didn't look up. She didn't talk much. Apparently when she did, it wasn't something useful.

"And maybe you should shut up." He sneered at her. Pansy's caresses stopped. He turned to look at her, and met a pair of slightly mad eyes. "Don't talk to her like that."

With rage Draco shot up of his seat. "I can bloody well talk like I want to! It would just be a whole lot easier if that Granger wasn't around to ruin my life." He began to walk away.

Behind him someone said, "We know how you can't stand Plotter's sidekick. But do you have to talk about it every time she does something bothering?!"

Draco clenched his fists. "Just shut up Blaise." With fierce steps he left the common room and went up the stairs to the bigger hallways of the school. Why he was in such a bad mood was left a mystery. Draco didn't even know why himself.

Hermione was getting the last thing prepared for her meeting. She was now looking into a mirror in the girls' bathroom; soon she wouldn't have to use it though. This afternoon her things would be moved to the Head Boy and Girl's dormitories, where she would have her own bathroom. There were privileges for being the Head Girl, not that she bragged. But a smug smile always crept upon her lips when someone mentioned it. Her reflection was showing her that smile, and she couldn't help but smile back.

"Turn around" she ordered and her reflection did so. There were no folds or anything to her uniform. Good. Her hair… well her hair always looked like crap. Whenever she didn't straighten it with a spell it was one big bushy brown bush. Today it was tightened up in a ponytail; with a few strands of hair hanging loose on her face. It made her look… older somehow. Her reflection gave her thumbs up. It was better than it hanging loose and crazy.

She went back to her room, found her notebook and feather-pen and then left. Out in the hallway students were fondling around. Some were running late for class, others were enjoying their free period. Walking towards her was Ginny, Parvati and Lavender. They ran the last distance and greeted Hermione with gossiping smiles.

"What did you hear?" Hermione said with a bit disapproving, yet curious voice. The girls began to snigger, but finally Ginny stepped forward. "We heard that the Head Boy is a Slytherin!" She looked at Hermione with a sympathetic look, but she couldn't help the laughs she was trying to cough away.

"Oh joy," Hermione sighed. She looked at her roommates and Ginny; they seriously needed a hobby. "See you girls for dinner." She let them pass and began her walk for the Headmaster's office. It wasn't long, and luckily for Hermione, the entrance was now on the seventh floor, just like the Gryffindor Tower. She laughed silently when it occurred to her, that whoever the Head Boy was, he was a Slytherin and he had to walk all the way from the Slytherin Dungeons to the seventh floor.

As she reached the gargoyle, which was guarding the staircase for Dumbledore's office, she spoke out the password, "Sherbet lemon", and it began moving. She stepped onto the staircase and within a minute she was walking into the Headmaster's office.

"Ahh, good evening miss Granger. I see you're right on time, if not a minute or two too early." Dumbledore was humbly sitting in his chair behind his desk, reading what seemed to be a book about modern ministry magic. He looked over his glasses and motioned his eyes to a chair for Hermione to sit on. He looked upon the page; just like Hermione had done herself earlier, and put the book aside. "I take it you know who the Head Boy is?"

Hermione shook her head, "no, not really at least. I do know he's a Slytherin. Hopefully one of those who actually can contribute with some knowledge to this school," the last words she only meant for her own ears, but of course Dumbledore had heard them, and he looked at her with a smile, that she wasn't sure if she liked. But she had no time to dwell on that, because the gargoyle creaked, revealing that someone was entering the office. Hermione looked down at her notebook she'd brought and started to write the headline.

"Good evening sir." Hermione's hand froze. "Good evening Mr. Malfoy, please do take a set." Ink spilled on her paper. She could not believe her own ears. She begged she'd heard wrong, but as she lifted her gaze from her spilled ink, she met a pair of expressionless, grey eyes. And she immediately felt how her world was falling apart.

Draco looked at across the room with a disgusted, disappointed look. Why did she of all people have to be the new Head Girl? There were plenty of other girls in the school who would be good for this assignment. Plenty! He felt a headache sneak into his head, and he tried to massage his temples to get it to disappear, but with no luck. For god's sake! He would have to share a common room with her the rest of the year!

He looked at her flawless face and saw it change from mad and irritated to terrified and angry. Yes, she had just realised the fact as well. He had just hoped he could ignore her for the rest of the year, and now he had to work with her, live right next to her. Was it some kind of punishment for what he'd tried to do last year?

Someone cleared his throat and Draco snapped back to reality. Dumbledore had made his way down from his desk and was now standing partly between Draco and Hermione. "You're probably wondering why I chose you two of all." He said wisely and Draco snorted while Hermione shot glares in Draco's direction. Bloody filth, he thought. "Well I shall tell you. I think you both suffer from identity loss."

"What?!" Granger shrieked across the room, and Draco covered his ears. Geez that girl had a voice, no wonder he chose her. Everyone would listen as soon as she got mad. "I'm NOT suffering from identity loss. I know perfectly well who I am!" She was frowning, deeply, and she had her arms crossed across her chest. Actually she was pouting. Draco smirked, and a deathly glare was shot towards him. He'd wanted to argue himself, but he knew it was pointless if Dumbledore thought what he thought.

"Yes Miss Granger, indeed you do. But there's a difference between knowing who you appear to be for others, and then who you are to yourself." He lifted his wise gaze from Hermione and put it on Draco. "You used to be the one everybody followed and feared. Slytherin's prince I believe I've heard. Everybody respected you, differently perhaps, but nonetheless they respected you." Draco sank a couple of inches in his chair. The old man was right, he'd been the prince of Slytherin and nobody, except the Golden Trio and the teachers of course, went against him. "But now due to the event last year, some has lost that respect, because you've seemed to have lost your path in life. Now we need to restore that path. And in order to do so, we need you to find your identity."

Draco swallowed and fell some inches deeper down in his chair. The man made it sound so easy, but the thought terrified him. He had definitely felt the way people were feeling more confident around him, knowing that he'd failed being as evil as he'd claimed he was. And it was annoying! Yes, he wanted them to respect him, do what he told them to do. He smiled at the thought, and somehow the old man knew he'd accepted this task for good.

"Miss Granger," Dumbledore had moved his gaze from Draco to Hermione once again. "I know, you know, who you are. Or at least who you think you are. Now tell me." Granger was biting down her lower lip. She did that a lot, had Draco noticed, or whenever she felt like she didn't have the right answer, anyway. Finally she stopped and opened her mouth to speak. "I'm Hermione Granger, a Muggle-born witch, best friends with Harry Potter, the boy who lived, and the youngest Weasley boy, Ron Weasley, best student in everything except flying, I'm-" Her long speech was interrupted by a loud STOP. Both Granger and Draco looked bewildered at the Headmaster.

"Stop right there. That's your problem. Your best friends for soon seven years are both playing Quidditch, am I right?" Granger nodded. "I seem to have noticed you always used to do everything together, do you play Quidditch?" Granger shook her head slowly. "Do you talk about Quidditch? I hear that the boys talks about it all the time". Unpleased with that observation, Granger shook her head again. Draco was actually started to enjoy this. "Hogwarts best student… except one thing, it didn't matter that much in the start right? Mr. Weasley didn't fly as well, but now…" Dumbledore was looking intense at the denying girl. "You are here to regain perspective of who you were meant to be. Being Head Girl you'll have fulfilled the task of being intelligent enough to gain a position like this. You do not need to know how to fly to that."

Granger was staring into nothing. A Professor had never criticized her like that in her life, Draco thought. It wasn't like the man was being mean, like he would've himself. Draco's smirk grew when everything hit centre inside the know-it-all's brain. Such a fool. It could actually be quite fun this task. He would have a chance to drive the fool insane with him bugging her all the time. Day and night. The smirk turned into an evil grin, and he folded his arms across his chest while leaning back in the chair.

So another one I brought with me from my old account. This one I'll be posting a new chapter once a week.

Please tell me what you think.

- feistyferret