Well here it goes. Nothing in this story is unrealistic expect for the obvious magic stuff. I know this chapter is a bit boring with little plot so far (important info though) and a lot of generic themes, but I promise it'll pick up in chapter two! FYI: Setting is during HBP, forgetting all the drama that happens with Harry. This is about how Hermione and Draco found each other. People make mistakes and so do Draco and Hermione remember! References to HBP, but that is about it. George and
Dry humor included. I promise plenty of fluff later! Jeeze, me and all my promises, I feel like Obama. Lucky for you though I'll keep all of them.
I know the format is a little odd. Just bear with me. I promise to fix it next chapter.
Song: Prayer of The Refugee by Rise Against.
Oh right, JKR owns Harry Potter, I just happen to own this plot (well parts of it).
Hermione knew she should have taken that vial that would have blessed her with dreamless sleep. She lurched in panic and swiveled her head to see who she might have woken. Her roommates were oblivious to the world to Hermione's relief, lost in their own dreams.
Panting heavily, she clasped her hands together and held them to her face, hoping to control her breathing by distracting her mind from the nightmare. It was a useless effort seeing that the vividness of the nightmare was growing like a week, gripping firmly to her tender thoughts. Hermione's hair, now a homely mass of curls worsen with the sweat, embraced her forehead and the smell of her own skin sickened her
Hermione stared at the seeing, finally reclined. It was going to be another long night.
X x X x X
"Hermione!"
A hand suddenly clasped her should. Hermione suddenly snapped back into reality or rather crashed into it as she violently recoiled from her seat and landed on a pair of expensive leather shoes. The owner jumped back, spitting insults incoherently. Hermione looked up to none other then Draco Malfoy.
"Excellent." Draco snapped, sarcasm and venom dripped from his words. "Now I'm going to have to burn these."
"Grow up Malfoy." Ron growled, leaning in to help a struggling Hermione.
"Jealous weasel?" Malfoy smirked.
"Jealous of what?"
"That she's already on her knees for me right in front of you?"
Hermione's face grew bright red. She wasn't sure what was more embarrassing, Malfoy's word or Ron's confused expression as he tried to grasp what Malfoy meant. Draco rolled his eyes and continued walking to his table.
"What a prick." He muttered before taking a bite of his toast, not really looking at either of them.
"Oh God." Ron gasped. "Malfoy wasn't meaning that-"
"Yes Ron." Hermione replied irritated. "I suppose your bird and bee's talk actually consisted of birds and bees."
They both turned to Hermione, surprised of her reaction.
"Are you okay?" Ron asked with an honest concern. "You seem-"
"Edgy? Tired?" Hermione nodded, staring at the table. "Extremely."
"Maybe you should try a sleeping potion." Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe. I'm just stressed about NEWTS."
"You study way too much." Ron scolded. He stuffed another bite of corn flakes and bacon in his mouth at the same time while turning to the Slytherin table.
Hermione knew not to waste her breath to inform Rom she hadn't been studying at all lately. It was almost disturbing how easily they accepted the lie. Hermione felt guilty immediately. She knew she shouldn't try and place that blame on them. Her stressing this close to the end of the year was almost normal. She shifted the burden to the back of her skull to be forgotten.
X x X x X
"Miss Granger, if you would please so kindly grace us with your presence."
Snickering came from the Slytherin tables, their harassment ignored intentionally by the already impatient Professor Snape.
"Sir." She apologized mentally slapping herself. This mental drifting was becoming an unwelcomed habit.
"Ten points from Gryffindor."
Hermione chewed her lip while more smirking came from the table from the opposite side of the room. She didn't catch what Snape was saying next until their dismissal.
"Ah and it is that most unfortunate time again." Snape closed his text book, speaking softly. "Twelve inches on the basic uses of the ten things we just discussed If you weren't paying attention. He gaze locked onto Hermione. "That's not really my problem is it?"
Hermione rubbed her eyes which felt as though weights were attached to the thin outer skin.
"Hey 'Minoe, did you catch what Snape wants us to write about?" Ron whispered next to her the moment she stood.
"You really are an idiot."
Hermione turned quickly, not realizing Draco was so close. He glared and retreated a step. Hermione silently counted his immediate back down as a involuntary cowardly movement or a Slytherin vice. It was like her physical closeness was a terminal disease to him.
"Mind your own business Malfoy." Harry gave his enemy an equally heated look. In one sweep, he grabbed the end of both Ron and Hermione's robes, dragging them out of the dark classroom.
"Usually you are yanking me out." Harry complained at Hermione as he released them.
"He's such a prat." Hermione spat, fixing her robes which were awkwardly pulled up to her forearms.
"Yeah well what's new?"
"No, it's even worse then usual." She hissed.
Harry shot her a confused look. "Elaborate."
"You've seen it all."
"I though he was actually being nice today." Ron hiccupped. His eyes widened and gaze dropped as though Hermione's glower could Avada.
"Draco Malfoy cannot be nice." Hermione abruptly departed from the posse only to turn to the bewildered boys. "Being amiable must be a genetic thing because it is one of the many things he does not posses and will never be able to have."
X x X x X
It wouldn't be a friendship without a little work, otherwise if everything was fine and dandy, it wouldn't really be a friendship. Both Harry and Ron knew with Hermione that even though she was a woman, she was extremely different from the typical girl. This made their job to be her friend about ten times more confusing. Hermione couldn't be more thankful however, it separated her real friends from the ones who wanted her to do with their homework.
So when they walked into the library with a determined display across their face, she knew she had to give in and cease her moody behavior. They approached her table sizably tense, but soon relaxed at her small smile.
"We were just heading to dinner." Ron scratched the back of his head showing he was nervous. Regret bubbled up Hermione's throat, barely escaping her throat.
"I'm sorry."
'Don't be." Harry grinned. "You're already forgiven."
"Yeah 'Mione." Ron tugged her arm as she stood and enfolded her into his arms.
Hermione felt joy spread through her veins. She put away the leather book, like always she watched it in awe is it floated to its correct spot. She felt like a child as they walked toward the Grand Hall.
"Hey guys." A nervous face appeared beside Harry. His eyebrows turned down in a usual amount of dislike.
"Hello Neville." Hermione greeted him, acute emotions must have contagious tonight. She cleared her throat to try and rid the high pitch her voice was creating.
"Are you guys heading to dinner?"
" Yes."
"Good, I really didn't want to go in by myself." Neville unconsciously played with his fingers.
"Why-" Ron was interrupted as they entered the hall by a howling group of Slytherin. Actually it was the whole table and they were furious.
"What the-" Harry mumbled, slowed to stopping which was a dangerous action apparently as Neville uncharacteristically pulled him forward.
"Just wait till we get to the table."
They all silently walked to their usual spots, nervously eyeing the out of control Slytherins. As soon they sat. Fred and George Weasley appeared from the crowd. Everyone seemed to want to get as far away from the chaotic riot taking place on the other side of the oversized room.
"Did you guys hear about those bone heads?" George eagerly drummed his fingers on the table.
"No." The three said in union.
"Yes." Neville admitted. "I tried coming in before, but it… they realized what was happening and they were really angry, so I decided to come later."
"They were worse then this?" Harry continued to stare at the table, watching the professors attempt to gain control.
"It was terrifying."
"I've never seen a slytherin publicly turn on their classmate." Fred chimed.
Hermione watched more closely. Fred was right, they were all shouting at each other it looked like, but mostly at one person. Hermione couldn't see the person accused through the mob until she caught a flash of white hair.
"Well, that is poetic justice." She stated smugly.
"Who is it?" Ron stood up to try and get a better look.
"Why are they all yelling at Malfoy?" Hermione ignored his question, but answering it at the same time. She continued to stare into the group, watching the ashen man's reaction. He wasn't receiving the attacks of his fellow room mates very well. Then she noticed disturbing lime green spots covering the visible skin of his prosecutors.
"Malfoy tried sneaking in lavavodka into the school and it looks as if someone has slipped Toad Poxes into the unattended bottles they left in the perfect's bathroom."
"How did you get in the perfect's bathroom?" Ron eyed them critically.
Fred face palmed while George let his head fall on the table, rattling the pitchers of water.
"That is not the point." George sighed, he's eyes were closed and showed no intentions of raising his head back to face his shameful brother.
"Wow that's actually pretty brilliant." Hermione said, clearly impressed.
Both George and Fred returned to their normal positions, wary for her lecture about how brilliant it was not and how cruel the prank was, even to a slytherin.
"Yes, indeed it was." Fred said cautiously.
George leaped over the table and grabbed Hermione's bag. Hermione was too shocked to do anything at first, but finally pulled the bag back.
"What was the for?" She yelped.
"Where's the polyjuice potion?" George shouted and grabbed her face, his lips inches from her left ear. "I know you're in there Malfoy!"
"George!" Fred franticly followed George's lead and sprung over the table, taking out the roast with a foot. "I would have never guessed, how did you catch that one?"
"I was born with the brains."
'Then I was born with the good looks."
"You twit, we are twins so that's impossible."
"Not in this tim-"
"Guys really?" Ron tried prying Fred off of Hermione.
"Don't let him fool you!" George yelled. "Quick Fred, Hermione is surrounded by those blood lusting snakes!"
"No, why would that be Malfoy?" Harry tried hanging onto Fred as he tried darting.
"He knew it was coming didn't you Malfoy?" George laughed. "So he changed to Hermione so she could take the heat."
"Stop being over dramatic." Hermione violently swung an arm at George's rib cage. "If I was that snob pureblood I wouldn't know you got the idea from chicken poxes."
Fred and George immediately halted and returned to the other side of the table, failing to knock over the mass of pudding.
"Never can be too careful." Fred mumbled and shoved a fork in the replaced roast.
"Apparently there is such thing as being to careful." Hermione glared.
They group silently started eating, Neville looking quiet pallid. The room soon quieted down as the last Slytherin left the hall. The other tables were trying to absorb the chaotic events that quickly unfolded it seemed like.
"What is chicken pox?" Ron suddenly piped.
"It's a Muggle disease." Harry replied.
"Oh."
Silence appeared again as an awkward distraction to the mischief. Harry remained emotionless when Hermione glanced up at him. It wasn't until his blank look became a look of surprise and panic. Hermione shot him a curious glance.
"What?"
"Miss Granger." A venomous voice came from behind. No matter how soft and light his voice sounded, it never failed to cause a streak of panic crawl up Hermione's spine. "Seeing that that you now have a partner for your detention, you may come to my office after dinner."
Hermione swung back to face Snape. Unlike his pupil, Snape refused to step back.
"You didn't give me detention sir." Hermione told him.
"If you paid attention in class which obviously was not the case, you would have heard that you have a week detention."
He turned abruptly and walked swiftly away, leaving Hermione with her mouth open. She caught a dark and almost unnoticeable smirk from his dry lips. Hermione turned back to her friends, but they avoided her loathing stare already knowing who that partner might be.
Lavavodka- Yeah I made it up. It flows nicely together. Muggle type of vodka, charmed. Drinking is illegal in the school FYI in my story; I'm not sure about in the actual book.
Toad pox- I made up. If you already created this idea, sorry I haven't seen it before so I'm using it.
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