Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger and the Giant Squid

A/N: Hey there fellow Dramione-lovers :D Here's a little something that I wrote, hoping to brighten up your day! Don't worry, readers! It's not going to be anything cliché coz I know you guys want fresh, crisp ideas and storylines! Well, here it is! Enjoy! :P

Oh, I almost forgot… Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns the Harry Potter series, and Starkid owns A Very Potter Musical, and Disney owns all of his characters, so sadly I own nothing but this story's plot :(

Background... let's make it quick: 7th year / Hermione's Head Girl while Draco did NOT become Head Boy (See? I told you it's NOT going to be cliché!) / Oh, and Fred's STILL ALIVE :D

CHAPTER 1 Aquaferreto!

H/POV

"Ten points to Gryffindor! Well done, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall nodded at my correct answer and generously rewarded my house.

I grinned, and twisted my neck around to see the angry face of Draco Malfoy.

"You won't be so lucky next time, Granger." He hissed.

"Look who's talking," I retorted. "Let's see... Granger: eighty points. Malfoy: Fifty-five."

"I'm so gonna catch up with you…" He gave me his famous deadly glare.

"Don't think so… Transfiguration ends in five…" I snickered.

"Oh just wait and see!" He snapped.

"Yeah, right, can't wait… Oh, professor, the answer is 'ferrets'. "

"Oh, you made me miss the question!" Malfoy banged his head on his table.

"Correct. Ten points to Gryffindor! Ferrets are the only kind of animal that can breathe in water under this spell…" Professor McGonagall said and, to Malfoy's greatest horror, pulled out a real-life ferret from a cage which originally had been concealed under red velvet cloth.

Whoever that had studied at Hogwarts a few years ago would immediately be reminded of a certain piece of memory.

Everyone roared in laughter at the sight of the ferret. Malfoy looked like he wanted to die.

Professor McGonagall and Draco Malfoy, apparently, were the only ones who failed to find the scene amusing, while the former frowned and the latter simply buried his head into his face in embarrassment.

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat.

"Now watch. Aquaferreto!" She pointed her wand to the white ferret. Blue light shot out from the tip of her wand. The ferret did not have any observable changes, though, much to the disappointment of the excited students.

"And now, I put the animal into this tank of water here." Professor McGonagall carefully scooped the ferret up and placed it into the water.

The whole class held their breath as they watched the ferret twitched uncomfortably for a few seconds, and suddenly blew out enormous bubbles out from its mouth cavity – it was breathing underwater.

The students broke into applause and the bell rang.

"Homework assignment will be an essay over the process and theory of the transfiguration spell of the crossing of characteristics over ferrets and fish. Now off you go!" Professor McGonagall announced.

I felt my heart doing a happy dance – I have already finished writing an essay on the Aquaferreto spell! Yay, no homework tonight!

"Guess what, Granger? That assignment-" Draco tapped on my shoulder.

"Chill out, man. I've already finished it."

"What? Me, too!" He said unbelievably. "I was just going to gloat at your face-"

"Well, no can do now, can you, Malfoy?" I interrupted him. "Lunch and best buddies await! Bye, water-ferret!" I hopped gleefully towards Harry and Ron, who were waiting for me at the door. And Malfoy just rolled his eyes.

Yeah. Things have been different since the war.

I could still remember the first day we came back for seventh year, when we first met after the war…

Nope, just kidding, not gonna spend time having lengthy and detailed flashbacks at the moment! Coz I told ya - I was starving. Seriously, no time for chit-chat…
(A/N: My dear readers, relax, coz I ain't gonna torture you by writing any back-to-school-oh-he's-so-hot-scenes!)

BUT, I had to admit that he was pretty fine. (Who? Oh come on... him!)

Okay, I'd grant you that he's… decent.

Very handsome then, at most.

OH ALRIGHT, YOU HAD ME! WHO AM I KIDDING?

HE'S MORE LIKE SUPERMEGAFOXYAWESOMEHOT. END OF STORY. (A/N: Noooo the show must go on!)

Oh well, fine. He really was attractive. But not that I was attracted by his amazing grayish-blue eyes. I wouldn't be attracted to him, not even when we were the last two people on earth and he was wearing a very neat tux so when he looked at me I had these butterflies in my stomach... NOT EVEN THEN.

We're on good terms now, anyway. Instead of hexing against each other, we now scrambled for the top seat in every class, espcially Transfig, since it was the subject that the both of us did best in...

Harry's voice pulled me back to reality.

"… so the time is set. Tonight, seven at the pitch, okay?" Harry said to Ron.

So these were my very best friends – all they could talk about was quidditch. Boys.

Well, but he didn't. He knew I have never had any interest in quidditch 'cause he knew that flying brooms freaked me out. And so he never mentioned quidditch in front of me, not even when he had got this brilliant, brand-new broom that he was so excited about and was itching so badly to talk about... NOT EVEN THEN.

Oh, Malfoy.

"…yeah sure! I'll let Ginny know…" Ron's voice dragged me back to reality. Oh, how annoying! I fought against the urge to smack him on the ribs while Ron walked off to search for Ginny.

Harry turned to me as we settled down at the Gryffindor table. "So! What's up, Hermione?"

"Nothing new… Chicken casserole, Harry?" I asked, scooping a little on my own plate and a much larger pile on his.

"Thanks!" He dug in immediately, not bothering to eat with grace and manners.

I sipped my orange juice – right, I couldn't stand the smell of pumpkin – and stared at the Slytherin table… Unlike all my male friends, he was the only one who ate with grace and tidiness…

"HEY!"

"Whaaat?" I exploded. Who dared to stop me from day-dreaming, again?

"You're building sand castles again! Stop dreaming! Your chicken casserole's just slipped onto your robes!" Harry exclaimed.

"Oh, damn!"

Harry muttered a dry-cleaning spell at my uniform.

"Thanks!"

"Dude, what's up with you lately? You're acting so weird." Ron came to sit next to me and started eating an apple pie and a chicken leg at the same time.

"Nothing!" I narrowed my eyes as he started licking the chicken.

"Fine… Hey! Wanna come and watch us practice tonight?" Harry asked happily, with his mouth full of chicken.

And so I simply dug into my remaining casserole and remained quiet while Harry and Ron continued their endless conversation of quidditch.

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And yeah I know I mentioned a ferret but not the Giant Squid yet... but I promise that this story IS going to be about the Giant Squid! :D