Title: Draco's List
Pairing(s): DracoxHermione, a smidgen of DracoxHarry
Inspiration: 100 things Draco Malfoy would never do. Written by ~rideaseeker629 on deviantART (dot) com.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything (apart from the underlining Drarry theme). JK Rowling owns Harry Potter and all the other characters ETC. ~rideaseeker629 owns the original thought behind the tasks. All I own is the finer details P: This is written in their fifth year (Order of the Phoenix).
Summary: Draco is given a list of 100 things he must do by the end of the year, written by all the different Slytherin girls. He might find himself enjoying some of them.
Will be a lemon later on in the story! Quite a lot of it P: You have been warned!
At the age of fifteen, Draco Malfoy was stubborn. If he said he would do something, he would stick to it. No matter how repulsive he may find the task, he stuck to his word. This would usually be a very admirable attribute, but it was often taken too far. For example, the one hundred challenges that were proposed to him. These challenges ruined his reputation and brought great shame to his family. Although he wished to stop before the first one had even begun, he had given his word. He was stubborn, and never backed down. This is what happened when the admirable attribute turned into a shameful regret.
Task 1
"Do I really have to do this?" a look of horror and disgust crammed onto his maturing features.
"You said you'd do all the hundred tasks that the girls came up with, right?"
Draco sighed. As much as he hated to admit it, Pansy was correct.
"Yea, right."
"Then deal with it," she said with a smile.
'1. Date a mudblood.' He re-read with another sigh. The only mudblood he could think of was Hermione Granger. A shudder ran down his back.
"I guess I have to find Granger then."
Draco turned and began his hunt for the mudblood girl he had to seduce.
"Gr- Hermione!" Draco whispered loudly to capture Hermione's attention.
She was the only one left in the library and had a curious face when she heard Draco use her first name.
"... Yes?"
"I just wanted to ask you something..."
With an exasperated sigh, she turned her body to face him, "What do you want Malfoy?"
"Call me Draco. And, well," he paused, thinking about his next words carefully. "Would you like to go to The Three Broomsticks with me?"
"Like... A date?"
"Yea. Like a date."
Hermione pretended to think about it for a while before responding, "Sure, why not?"
She gathered up her books as Draco started to lead the way out of the library and into the halls of Hogwarts.
"Why the sudden change of heart towards me Draco?"
"Why the positive response Hermione?"
"I asked first."
He shrugged and looked away, "I don't know... I guess I wanted to see what you were really like."
Hermione felt the heat rise to her cheeks and Draco noticed the pink tinge. He smiled slightly and leaned forwards toward her. Just as she thought he was going to kiss her, he stood up.
"Where are you going?" She asked, disappointed.
"Toilet," he laughed.
She cheered up at that, safe in the knowledge that he wasn't running away from her, and sipped her butterbeer.
As soon as the door shut behind Draco, the smile vanished. He wished he could run away, but he had made a deal. He was going to get through this. He pulled the muggle earpiece out of his pocket and placed it in his ear.
"Can I leave now?" he whispered to Pansy.
"No. You have to go back," came the reply in his ear.
He let out a small sigh, one he was sure to repeat many times in the near future, and agreed to go back. He quickly hid the earpiece, hoping Hermione wouldn't spot it and left the bathroom. The smile that spread across her light features was unbearably honest, Draco's, on the other hand, was not. It was the epitome of false.
After a long talk, one that was surprisingly interesting to Draco, he hears a small voice in his ear, "Wrap it up. Walk her back to the Gryffindor dormitories."
"Okay... Do you want to start heading back now? It's getting late."
"Oh. Sure," Hermione replied with a hint of disappointment.
They walked awkwardly for a long while until she plucked up the courage to grab his hand and link her fingers with his. He very quietly whispered the word hand to Pansy and heard the response, "Pretend to enjoy it. Don't flinch away, no matter how badly you want to."
He gently squeezed her hand and looked at her, she blushed under his gaze and looked away.
When they finally reached the Gryffindor dorms, he hears Pansy tell him to kiss Hermione, and with passion.
"What?!" he nearly yelled.
Hermione looked up confused, "Did I say something wrong?"
"Oh... Um... Not at all. I don't know why I said that."
"Smooth," Pansy said.
Suspiciously, Hermione reached out her hand for him to shake, "Well, I had a great time Draco."
His stomach was churning with the horror of what he was about to do, but what Pansy said, he did. Instead of holding her hand to shake, he took it, pulled her closer, wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her. He could feel the shock in her lips as she slowly began to kiss back. The kiss lasted for about 30 seconds before he pulled away. Hermione's eyes were twinkling with delight as he said goodnight, his arms still around her waist. Of course, Ron had to choose that exact moment to turn the corner and see Draco holding his beloved Hermione in his arms, her looking adoringly up at his slender face. Draco saw him and quickly released her. He didn't want to get verbally abused by Ron over a stupid mudblood so he waved goodbye and rushed off to see Pansy. At least the first task was completed.
"What was that about?" Ron asked Hermione after Draco had departed.
"Oh... Nothing."
The awkwardness would stay for a long time, and that was exactly what Hermione feared.
Task 2
Draco never contacted Hermione again. He didn't want her to start trailing him around, expecting affection, and so he decided to just move on to the next thing to cross off the list.
"Is that it?" he asked Pansy, disbelief drenching his words.
"Yep. Chop chop."
He rolled his eyes and set off for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.
"What are you doing here?" Fred and George questioned Draco as he placed his item on the counter.
"Why's it any of your business?" he responded with a sneer.
"Whoa there. No need to get aggressive. That's 5 sickles," they said with a nod towards the counter.
He handed over the money and left.
"I can't believe you made me pay for this piece of junk."
"Junk? How could you call this junk? It's magical," she replied with a laugh, sarcasm obvious in her tone.
She waved the trick wand around smiling. The second task got erased from the list. Draco was happy with how easy this one had been, especially compared to the first. But he had a feeling that the rest would not be so simple.
Task 3
The second task was completed with perfect timing. Almost immediately after Draco had read what he had to do next, the news reached him that the great Harry Potter had injured himself again. Before it was too dark to be wandering around, Draco grabbed the bouquet of flowers that Pansy had provided and walked to the hospital wing.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, trying to sit up in his bed but getting a sharp jab of pain instead.
"I brought you some flowers."
Shock. Harry was definitely not expecting this from his known rival, "Uh... thanks?"
Their fingers brushed lightly together as Draco passed the bouquet.
"You're welcome Potter."
He spun on his heels and left the room. Leaving a very confused Harry behind, staring at the many beautiful flowers now in his hands.
Task 4
"No! This is ridiculous!" he yelled when Pansy showed him the fourth.
"You have to do it. So there's no point in debating this."
He just shook his head violently, "I am NOT doing this! Pretend to be a Weasley?! I'll look like an idiot!"
Pansy smiled, "Exactly."
He hated her. He made the decision right there. Draco Malfoy hated Pansy Parkinson.
With his newly ginger hair, Draco walked down the crowded halls. Everyone who saw wore looks of mild confusion, none cared enough to ask what the point was. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, he reached his destination.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Seamus questioned him.
"The Gryffindor password. I need it."
"Why?"
"I just do. Can you give it to me?"
"Okay then. The password's mimbulus mimbletonia."
"Okay thanks."
Draco had already started walking away when Seamus yelled after him, "By the way, nice hair Malfoy!"
He could feel himself burning at the comment and quickened his pace.
"Mimbulus mimbletonia," he says to the fat lady guarding the Gryffindors.
With a suspicious look, the portrait swung forward, narrowly missing his nose, revealing the Gryffindor common room. Draco had never planned on visiting the room full of his rivals but, as much as it pained him to think it, it had a warm, welcoming feel. It made him wish, if only for a second, that he was a part of this family. The common room was unusually vacant for post-lunch on a Saturday. Not that Draco minded. The less people seeing him like this the better.
An idea peeked its head into his mind and a rare smile touched his lips. He was in the common room of Harry Potter's house. When would there ever be a better opportunity to find out the secrets behind the Boy Who Lived? Having never visited this place before, Draco didn't know which staircase lead to the boy's dormitories and which lead to the girl's. After a moment of hesitation he decided to try the left. Before his foot had even touched the step halfway up the staircase it collapsed into a smooth slide, tipping him over with a thud. As he tumbled he cursed his luck, though silently grateful that no one was there to see him. After recovering from the fall he stood, straightened his clothing and hair, and strode toward the boy's dormitories.
Finally he found Harry's trunk after searching for over an hour. Although it was a month after the summer holidays had finished, his trunk was still overflowing with clothes, books, and various other objects. He pulled out a pile of letters signed by someone called Padfoot. They were all about school and friends, so he threw them on the bed and moved on. An assortment of clothes covered the rest of the contents, forcing Draco to pick at them slowly, replacing them onto the bed.
Harry wandered through the empty common room up to his dorm. He was sick of watching Fred and George's display with everyone else. He had told Ron and Hermione to stay behind. The rest would be good for him after just leaving the hospital wing. When he entered his, and many other's, room expecting peace and quiet, he instead found a tall boy kneeling in front of his trunk searching through it. He had no idea who it was. He looked the same age as Harry, had pale skin, delicate, purposeful movements and bright ginger hair. Harry took a step closer, accidentally pressing down on a creaky floorboard, and the boy froze.
"Shit," Draco breathed.
He carefully turned on his heels, rising as he did so, to face the cause of the noise.
"Malfoy!" Harry gasped, obvious shock on his face, eyes flicking between Draco's silver eyes and orange hair.
"Potter," he glared back.
There was an awkward pause before Harry's eyes fell to Draco's hands. His eyes slightly widened, making Draco finally realise that he was still holding some of his clothing. With almost as much shock as Harry's face was showing, he also realised that the clothing item in question was a pair of his underwear. He quickly threw them onto the bed with an expression of disgust and wonder. He did not remember holding Harry Potter's underwear when he was caught, nor was he likely to forget such a thing.
"What the hell are you doing here? How'd you get in? Why the fuck are you rummaging through my stuff?" Harry demanded.
For once, Draco was at a loss for words. His mind had gone blank, leaving him with no excuses.
"I'm here because I have to be. I got in the same way you did, I used the password. I'm 'rummaging' through your stuff because I had nothing better to do."
"Why do you have to be here? Who gave you the password? You expect me to believe that excuse?"
"None of your business Potter. And yes, I do expect you to believe it. Now can you stop interrogating me?"
Just as he began walking out of the room, Harry spotted the letters from Sirius on his bed. He grabbed Draco's arm and squeezed tightly.
Without turning around to face him, he growled, "Don't you dare tell anyone about those letters Malfoy. Especially not Snape."
With that, he let his grip loosen and linger before releasing him entirely. Such a warning would usually be dismissed as unnecessary, but the sheer force in Harry's tone and the way he had handled Draco had made him decide to keep quiet for once in his life.
I would love to get reviews from you guys because this is my first chapter fanfic ever and so I really want to know what you think.
Good and bad are welcome really, advice is even better!
Thank you :D
x