Story:
She walked slowly down the stone steps, high heels clicking lightly. She dragged a heavy trunk behind her, wishing to be anywhere then there. Her long, almost black-brown hair, blew in the wind, and her black skirt wove in around her ankles. She eyes the tall blonde leaning up against his cherry red mustang, and sighed. This was going to be a very, long year. She pushed her trunk into his leg, and he smiled down at her. She was shorter then him. Much shorter. 5'4, and very slim, she came to his chest. He was about 6'2, and had bleach blonde hair, icy blue eyes, that were very intriguing. His skin was milky white, and he was dressed in black, which made her melt. Black was her favorite colour, though everyone would say 'black is not a colour.' She walked to the car, and pulled open the door. He watched her walk in her tiny heels, her long black skirt and her black lace shirt. Her chocolate brown hair blew again in the wind, making her look like a very dark angel. Draco smiled to himself. He shut the trunk, and hopped into the drivers seat. "Don't forget to put on your seat belt." He smirked looking at her from the corner of his eye. She aimlessly put on her belt, and leaned her head against the cold window, watching her house, and the housed around it pass. They had been driving for over an hour, and the conversations mostly consisted of Draco talking. "So you like black?" He said, turning his face towards her slightly. She nodded, her head still pressed against the window. "Its my favorite colour. My bedroom, is Black and stone grey. Like a dungeon." He said, turning his head back to the road before him. She smiled slightly. Not her real smile, the one she had not used for over a year, but a small, not overly noticeable smile. But he noticed, and he loved the way her eyes perked up, and her lips went from ridged and cold, to soft, and beautiful. "My room is Black, and red. Dark princess style, you could say. Its black mostly, but blood red hangings on the bed, and the carpets and other little bits are red. Looks very pretty." She added, a smile playing again on her lips, but wider, prettier, more real. Draco had been watching her from the corner of his eye, and he smiled broadly, showing off his pearly white, very straight teeth. "So Hermione, why did you go Goth in the first place? I mean, I'm Goth, but more natural, still my hair, my eyes, don't wear make-up, that's for fairies, but I mean, something must have happened. Do you wanna talk about it?" He placed one hand on hers and felt her shudder. He had heard of her parents abandoning her, but he hadn't heard any details. She nodded slightly, before taking a very deep breath. "I got a letter, beginning of the summer. Said my parents had died. But, well, they were sitting right there in the kitchen eating toast and eggs. I was confused, then they told me. I was adopted, from a family in Spain. I was three when they found me in the middle of a crowded airport in La Coruna Ourense. Took me home, and got the adoption rights from the government of Spain two weeks later. Then, Mariquita Veneno and Arvo Hughes, my biological parents, were killed by some Rebel Wizards in Costa De Le Sol. Found in pieces. From what I was told from the governor of Spain, they were wanted for a lot of crimes, so I'm glad they are gone. Never knew who they were really, so I don't care. But when my parents, if you wish to call them that, found out I was the child of a criminal wizard, and a evil witch, they left, moved out. Leaving me to fend for myself. My biological mother was Mariquita Veneno Hughes was the most tyrannical, most evil witch in Spain. She made Voldemorte look like the Easter bunny. Can you believe that? So I fell into darkness, and decided I liked it there. Do you know what her name means?" She said, hoping he wouldn't know. He smiled slightly.
"Bitter Poison." He said, looking over at her stunned face. He pulled off the road, and stopped. He loved the dark red lipstick on her lush lips, and he wanted to taste the ice of her mouth. He put his hands around her face, and placed his lips on hers. Flames emitted in the pit of her stomach, making her want more. She deepened the kiss slightly, and closed her eyes tightly. He ran his tongue over his lower lip, and then over hers. They were mingled in a passionate kiss in seconds. Draco's watch beeped, and he pulled away. "Wow. You are addicting." He joked. She smiled this time. "Like the darkness, swimming through the light until its all consumed." He said, making her melt. She pulled him to her again, and kissed him, with more fury, more passion, more romance. Hermione Granger sat there, kissing Draco Malfoy, no thoughts in her mind. Nothing. Harry had died that summer, and Ron was in full depression. Hermione had been chosen to be the new Head girl, and Draco, Head boy. So Draco had sent Hermione a letter telling her to be ready for 6:30am the next morning. They would be spending four days and five nights together in the completely empty school. It was explained as a 'good luck charm' for the year. "We cant have our Head boy and girl at each others throats all year can we?" Dumbledore said lightly at the end of last year. "So you must spend those four days and five nights together, to get to know each other." So Draco wrote her, told her that the train was not running, and they would be spending the first of the four long days in his cherry red mustang. At first she was very upset about this, until he came to her door. When she saw the tall blonde at her door, she could not believe it was the same evil boy she had known and loved all her life. She had loved Harry as well. But as known to Hermione, pain took him away. He had been diagnosed with cancer, and had been given two months to live. He told Hermione he loved her before he died. She was depressed for so long, but she wasn't going to tell Draco that. Her emotions of this memory must have showed on her face, because Draco took her hand and smiled down at her. "What's wrong?" He sounded so caring, so loving, so normal. She sighed. She wanted so long, someone to talk to. Ginny had committed suicide over the death of Harry, so Hermione had noone to talk to. She also feared that Ron would end the same way. She told Draco all of this. He took her in his arms and held her for sometime, before he said, "I think we should get there. We can continue talking when we get there, ok?" He smiled slightly. She nodded solemnly, and pressed her head to the window again. The drive was silent from then on. Draco finally gave upon any chance of conversation, and turned on the radio. Hermione smiled over at him. He loved the way her whole face light up when she smiled. Like the lake, when the sun is setting on it. The water lights up to look like golden ice. One of her favorite songs came on, and Draco turned it up a little more. They pull into the long winding drive of Hogwarts, and parked at the front. His car looks strangely out of place outside the large, rustic school.