Broken: A Draco and Hermione Fan Fiction Part 1

Hermione's POV

I walk down the dark, empty corridor. I hear birds chirping down the passage, and I walk towards the soothing sound. When I get there, I see two small birds bouncing around in their cages. Then I hear footsteps behind me, and I turn around. I'm face to face with Draco Malfoy.

"What're you doing here, Mudblood?" he asks.

"I was just about to ask you the same question!" I respond.

He puts his hand in his pocket, pulls out his wand, and points it at the locked handle. He says quietly, "Alohomora."

He pronounces it wrong, he says 'ah-lo-HOY-mora' instead.

"Um, Draco..."

"What is it, Mudblood?"

"It's like this," I say, wrapping my hand around his on his wand. I feel tense. I say, "Alohomora."

The gate unlocks and I let go of his hand, and I see him grinning slightly. He looks at me and quickly stops grinning, embarrassed. "Uh, thanks... Granger."

I smile and he returns it.

He opens the birdcage and takes out the beautiful white one. "What're you to do with that?" I ask him.

"Oh, I'm taking it to the Room of Requirement—" he stops. "I mean, I'm not going to hurt it or anything, if that's what you're worried of."

"May I join you?" I ask, and he looks at me again, his blonde hair covering his eyes. I move my hand up to brush it out of his face. "Now you can see your eyes."

"Thanks," he says, "and you're welcome to join me if you like."

"I will," I say, and together we walk down the corridor.

It's silent as we do, and I can't think of anything to say. I look at him as we walk. He's stroking the bird's feathers gently. I notice a thin scar on his finger.

"What's that from?" I ask, pointing to the scar.

"Oh, when I was eight, I got mad at Dobby for helping me clean my room, and there was a mishap," he says. "I don't remember it very clearly, but the lamp fell onto the glass coffee table and shattered it. When I was picking up the pieces before Father came up, I sliced my finger."

"Were you alright?" I ask.

"Yeah, it wasn't that big of a deal," he says with a small laugh, "Dobby was just trying to help, I guess. I shouldn't have gotten mad at him, he was so innocent. Father hates him, but he's not bad at all—"

"Draco, I'm sure you're just saying that because you know I like house elves," I tell him, "but if you don't like them, that's perfectly okay." I put my hand on his shoulder. "Everyone has their own opinions."

He looks at my hand sitting upon his shoulder. I quickly take it off and put it behind my back. He looks at me again, and I turn and we both start walking again until we've reached the entrance to the Room of Requirement.

I think, 'I need the place that Draco needs but I also need a place where I'd feel comfortable with him.'

I think it over and over in my head, and the door appears. He opens it for me and I walk through, with him following.

We're standing in the place where everything's hidden, but much more interiorized. The walls are a soft pink mixed with blue, and there's a huge chandelier hanging above us. I look to our left, and there's a bed. My eyes widen and I look away. Draco's probably thinking that I asked for it to be there! This is not what I asked of the Room of Requirement.

I look at Draco and he's smiling. He lifts his arm and the white bird flies freely, fluttering around with its small wings beating. It flies to the left and lands on the bed frame. He looks at me and says, "See? It's as free as a bird now. Even though it is a bird."

I laugh, and he does too.

Before I realize what's happening, he grabs my hand and drags me towards the left. We collapse on the bed laughing, and he turns on his side and looks right into my eyes. "Your eyes are the prettiest shade of brown," he tells me. "And though we've never seen eye to eye—"

We laugh again.

"I really like you, Hermione."

"I really like you too, Draco."

"What's the redhead going to think?" he asks.

"Who cares what the redhead thinks right now," I say, sighing, "it's just you and me right now."

"Wicked," he says with a smile.

We're silently for a second, and then he reaches towards my neck and grasps my necklace.

"I love your eyes, too," I tell him. "They're a nice grey blue."

He keeps fiddling with my necklace. "That's a nice necklace you've got, Hermione," he says. "It looks great on you."

Surprising me again, he leans towards me and his lips meet mine. We're just lying there for minutes, though it seems like hours. He hurriedly unbuttons my blouse and throws it on the floor. He goes for my shirt, but I stop him. "Not yet," I say, so instead he puts his hands under my shirt and wraps them around my waist, kissing me passionately. I put my hands in his soft blonde hair, and he pulls me even closer. He drags his mouth along my neck and I arch my back backwards so that my back is leaning against the bedpost. He climbs on top of my legs and sits on his knees there, pushing me against the bedpost. I moan and sit there weakly with him on me, doing whatever he wants. He falls back onto the bed and pulls me on top of him.

"Now do whatever you want, Princess," he says.