Dramione
Written to the prompt of the song Demons by Imagine Dragons
Written to HBP by J.K. Rowling!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the plot. Not even the computer.
Chapter One.
The same thing had happened again.
In the halls.
With everyone watching.
Including Harry, Ron, Pansy Parkinson (the stupid pug-faced idiot!), and Blaise.
And, to Hermione's sheer horror, Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall.
After the incident, she had fled up to her dormitories and roughly drawn the curtains to shield her four-poster bed, and refused to talk to Lavender or Parvati and pretended to be asleep when she was actually recounting today's events. She heard Parvati remark to Lavender,
"Lav, I really pity Hermione. She has something big going on, don't you think?"
"Mmm, hmm…" was Lavender's answer.
Something big going on! Hermione thought indignantly. Tomorrow, I'm going to be teased and bullied by all the Slytherins and some stupid Gryffindors like McLaggen! I really should go to sleep, the logical, practical side of her said reasonably. It would help her health tomorrow, no doubt.
She slowly fell asleep, but not without thinking again and again of today's—highlight. For other students.
Of course she had to dream of it!
Hermione was running in the corridor, hurrying towards Transfiguration when she bumped into none other than Draco Malfoy. If it was Ron, she would have got up and they would have gone on to Transfiguration together. If it was Harry, he would have helped her up and examined her for major injuries before going to Transfiguration together. But it had to be Malfoy, who currently was on a free period and delighted in no more that delaying Hermione to her next class or make her skip it entirely.
"What are you doing, Granger?" he asked, smirking and raising a fine eyebrow.
"Bumping. It was an accident, Malfoy, and you know it," she huffed.
"I prefer to call it an accidentally-on-purpose accident," he smirked. "I am sure you were about to hug me when you tripped and lost your balance."
" I was not, Mallfoy!" she yelled. By this time around ten—yes, TEN!—students and begun to curiously watch this quarrel. Malfoy was delighted so many people would be able to witness Hermione's embarrassment. In no time it would be all around the school, with people laughing at Hermione everywhere: behind her back, in front of her, and… everywhere.
Hermione tried to recover her dignity and get up. However, to her dismay and annoyance, she was pushed back down to the floor by a shiny black shoe. Guess whose it was.
Malfoy's.
"Granger, I prefer you to stay where you belong: on the ground, the rightful position Mudbloods should be in!" he sneered. Pansy Parkinson appeared behind Draco—Malfoy! suddenly.
"Oooh, Drakie-pie, what have you been doing?" she simpered in an absolutely DISGUSTING way. "Oh, I see, teasing the Mudblood! Good job, Drakie-wakie!" she laughed. That simpering laugh of hers: disgusting. It reminded Hermione of Umbridge, and she smiled to think of Parkinson extremely round and with a huge pink bow in her hair.
"Enjoying the sensation of being where you should be, huh, Mudblood?" Draco sneered.
"I wasn't smiling at that!" Hermione yelled.
"Then what, pray tell?" Draco asked in mock politeness.
Hermione struggled to lift one hand and pointed at Parkinson.
"Simpering laugh. Fake sweetness. Umbridge. Big pink bow. Very round," she said shortly.
To her surprise, Malfoy began to laugh. Loudly. It was pleasant to hear, as it was not a mean laugh or a fake one, or a humorless one.
Pansy pouted.
"Drakie-poo! Why are you laughing at me?" she asked in a fake hurt voice.
Hermione suddenly began singing softly.
Harry and Ron arrived. And Snape, and McGonagall, and the rest of the Transfiguration class.
"Miss Granger!" McGonagall exclaimed. "You should be in my class!" Then she noticed Draco. "Mr Malfoy…?"
However, those two were in their own worlds.
"What are you singing, Granger?" he asked, curious.
"A song I know," she replied. "I think it fits you very well, as I think you have some good in you. Want to hear it?" she asked.
He nodded slowly.
Hermione grabbed a magical music player from her bag and pressed play.
"Malfoy, this song is Demons, a song by Imagine Dragons. They are a musical group in the Muggle world, and I think this song is really good." The music began.
When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood's run stale
"You see? But the important part is not here yet," Hermione said.
I want to hide the truth
I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside
There's no we can hide
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
Malfoy began to see why this song was related to him.
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get to close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
"Ohhh," Malfoy said, nodding his head slowly. The other students and the teachers were stunned.
At the curtain's call
It's the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl
So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you made
Malfoy shuddered. He understood this part well.
Don't want to let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't want to hide the truth
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
Malfoy wondered who it was he was showing the truth to. He had the slightest idea. He did not like the hell bound part at all, though he supposed it was…true.
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Hermione had a knowing look on her face.
They say what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go
Your eyes they shine so bright
I need to save their light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how
Draco understood this completely.
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
"I see," he breathed, completely forgetting how many people were watching and listening and the fact he was talking to the Mudblood, Hermione Granger.
"I do feel slightly sorry for you," she suddenly said, quiet enough so no one could hear except for him. "I see…Please don't get mad, but sometimes I see a small amount of hurt, guilt, and… I can tell you are not the mean person you let everyone see on the outside."
"You know what, Granger?" he said as suddenly as she did, "You are right." Then he helped her up and whispered in her ear, "Mostly when I look at you."
It took her breath away. Their faces were one inch away from each other when Professor McGonagall interfered.
"As touching as this is," she said in her sharp voice, "Miss Granger, you need to be in my class, and Mr Malfoy, you should be in Professor Snape's."
That broke them out of their world and, as if for the first time, dazedly looked at the sheer amount of students watching, all with mouths agape. There were forty at least.
Shocked, the twosome ran side by side out of the crowd (which had made a circle around them), up the same staircase, and then divided to go to their own dormitories. Hermione was running wildly, without any thoughts of where to go, and found herself in the dormitory.
Then she woke up screaming.
"Hermione?" Lavender's concerned voice came through the bed curtains.
"Lavender? I'm fine, had a nightmare, that's all," Hermione's voice came weakly through the curtains.
"You missed breakfast, I brought you some." A tray with rolls, toast, and scrambled eggs was pushed under the curtains to the bed.
Hermione was touched and surprised from this kindness from Lavender.
"Thank you, Lavender," she said, smiling.
"You're welcome, Hermione," Lavender replied. "So, are you coming to class?"
"Yes," Hermione said firmly. She was going to endure all taunts and teasing.
"It's in five minutes, you'd better hurry," Lavender called, going down to the common room.
"Five minutes!" Hermione jumped out of bed and pulled on her school robes. Grabbing her bag, she sprinted down the stairs and opened the portrait door to…
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