A/N: Yayy my first Harry Potter Fanfic! I've posted the first two chapters and am busily typing away at the others so please, please, please Review while I'm in "The Land of Death" meaning my cottage which has no internet connection…
Ah, right, this Fanfic is a Dramione!
I know I know, wishful thinking…but still a weirdly cute couple!! Come on, give it a chance!
"Wow…this is incredible." Hermione looked awestruck as she gazed around the room, clearly impressed.
As Head Girl she now had her own common room apart from the other Gryffindors but she had never expected it to be so grand.
The glossy hard wood floors practically reflected her face back at her as her gaze traveled across the room, taking in her side which was in the formal gold and reds of Gryffindor and then the other which was silver and green.
Both were adorned with plush chairs, a roaring fireplace and bookshelves full of worn books that looked like many hands had enjoyed them.
Walking through the portrait that depicted the four animals of each house, she stepped gingerly, feeling like a criminal as she walked on the perfectly waxed floor. How could this possible all be hers?
"Bloody hell, if I had known the Heads got this type of treatment I'd have tried harder to impress McGonagall."
Ron's voice interrupted her silent reverie of the room. "Looks like you'll be sharing with a Slytherin though so I guess I don't envy you that much."
Hermione frowned, feeling her moment of triumph ruined. It was true, the other side of the room was in silver and green which meant it must be a Slytherin. She spotted a staircase of equally glossy wood leading up to two separate rooms with one door between them which must be the bathroom.
Ron followed her gaze and raised an eyebrow. "A shared bathroom between you and the head boy? The Slytherin head boy? Be careful Hermione you know there lot isn't to be trusted."
She rolled her eyes. "I know Ronald, I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. Where's Harry, I thought he was coming?" She asked as she picked up her trunk and started walking towards the staircase. If the common room looked like this she wondered what her dorm room would look like!
Ron snickered a bit and said, "Ginny headed him off on the way up, or couldn't you hear them snogging the second they got close enough to touch each other?"
Hermione felt the overwhelming urge to roll her eyes again. "Honestly Ron, be mature, they haven't seen each other practically all summer, they deserve some alone time." Much to her chagrin she felt a light blush rise up in her cheeks at the thought of what exactly the two would be doing the second they actually got some 'alone time'.
"Hey, it's my sister he's groping every chance he gets, I'm aloud to make a little fun of them." The look in Ron's eyes said he'd like to do more then make fun of his friend.
"You're so overprotective. You and Ginny already went through this last year, she's aloud to snog anyone she likes, and you're just jealous."
Ron looked a little hurt. "That's just because the only girl I would want to snog won't even let me ask her on a date." He mumbled, scuffing one foot on the floor.
Hermione immediately felt bad. He'd been pining after that Ravenclaw girl for ages but she wouldn't give him the time of day. At first she'd been a bit worried he liked her but he seemed to have gotten over that faze.
"Look Ron, you just need to show her you really like her, she'll come round." Hermione tried to sound supportive but everyone knew that Ron had as much chance with her as he had had with Fleur.
"Yah, whatever, I'm going to go back down and unpack my trunk before Harry takes up all the space with his stupid awards. If he gets anymore the bloody things won't fit in his trunk." Rather then sounding bitter he seemed to have lightened up a bit. Harry hated all the attention he got for defeating "You-Know-Who" but Ron loved to make fun of him for it.
"Alright then" –"Granger?" Came a cool voice, sounding a little surprised for once. Malfoy was just standing outside the other room which must have been his. "You're head girl?"
Hermione felt herself blush as she looked at him. It was one thing sharing a bathroom and common room with a Slytherin but did have to be Malfoy? "Malfoy, what are you doing here?"
He rolled his silver eyes like it was obvious. "Well it's impossible to get into these rooms unless you're invited and I was invited by the headmistress." Ron seemed to finally get this gist and a look of horror crossed his face.
"You're head boy?" Malfoy looked at him contemptuously. "Real bright aren't you Weasley? I can see why they didn't choose you for head boy."
Ron narrowed his eyes as Malfoy leaned loftily against the wall, running one hand through his wild platinum blond hair. It looked good un-gelled, Hermione couldn't help thinking. In fact, he looked good, like he'd been working out or something. Oh god, did she just think that?
"I don't know Hermione; if I were you I'd resign right now. I wouldn't be able to sleep at night knowing he was right outside my door just waiting to creep in." Ron said with some satisfactory as Malfoy looked irritated.
"Didn't you hear me Weasley? I can't get in without an invitation." He said, once again looking down on him.
"And don't expect one any time soon." Hermione snapped, sick of the way he was treating her friend.
"Why would I want invitation into your room, Granger? I could have any Slytherin girl I wanted." He retorted, smirking down on her. It was infuriating yet there was nothing she could do about it.
She felt like punching him out and could tell from Ron's face he was seriously considering it so she decided to spare him detention.
"Come on Ron; let's go back downstairs, I'll unpack later. Weren't you saying you were going to go to your dorm before Harry took up all the space?" Ron glared one more time and Malfoy then jerked his head in a nod and stomped down the stairs. She winced slightly for whichever house elf had worked so hard to wax them then followed him down.
"Well I'll see you later 'Mione. I think I need some fresh air, I honestly don't know how you're going to survive with that bloody prick looking down on you all the time." She just rolled her eyes and hugged him, ushering him out the door.
When the portrait swung close she breathed out a sigh of relief. Thank god that was over. "Is Weasel-Bee gone yet?" Asked Malfoy's voice and she immediately felt herself tense up again.
"Yes, he's gone, but just so you know, half this common room is mine which means my friends can be here as much as they very well like and I'd appreciate if you weren't so rude to them in the future." Such diplomatic talk might work on others but not Malfoy of course.
"As long as Potter and Weaselette don't think this is there knew private snogging pad. I don't want to open my closet and find them in there one morning."
Hermione gasped and sat down hard in a plush chair next to one of the towering bookcases. "Harry and Ginny don't just make out, so you know. They actually have a relationship if you know what that is, you snake."
"Why yes actually, I do. There are just no girls around here worth having one with. Besides, according to Weasely's complaints they don't actually do much else." He too took a seat in a silver arm chair not all that far away from her.
She glared in his direction hating that he looked like a model school boy with his loose tie, and half tucked dress shirt, sprawled across the chair with a lazy grin on his face. "They do so and I know it. They are among my best friends you know."
Turning around she snatched a random paperback off the shelves and started flicking through it furiously to stop her traitorous eyes from staring at his body. Why was she so obsessed with his looks today anyways? He wasn't that good looking.
"Oh really? And what do you think they do when there alone?" She glanced up over the top of her book to see him raise his eyebrows suggestively. She felt a pale blush rise up in her cheeks and tried to hide it behind the book once again but knew she'd failed by his dry laugh.
"Really Granger, haven't you had this talk with your parents?" Slamming the book down she huffed, "Yes I have, and I certainly don't plan on having it with you Draco Malfoy."
Rather then giving her a comeback he just stared at her with this intense silvery grey gaze that was making her sweat. She had never seen him act this odd and dare she say it…almost civilized towards her before but that gaze was freaking her out.
"Why are you even in here? I'm trying to read and you're distracting me." She finally blurted, just saying the first thing that came to mind, trying to break his disconcerting gaze.
He just leaned back with a lazy smile, draping his arm over the back of the chair. "Just so you know half this common room is mine." He quoted and she glared at him before dropping her gaze with a sigh and tossing the book back on the shelf.
"I've already read it before." She said aloud, not sure if he was still listening as his gaze wandered around the room aimlessly. Gazing up and down the shelves doubtfully she wasn't sure which one to pick. After all the hustle of coming back to school and what not she just wanted something light, nothing serious but these were mostly scholastic books.
Finally looking at the very bottom shelf that nearly rested on the floor she gasped, seeing exactly the books she had just wished for. She'd picked one up in the library by fluke once and the tale immediately caught her interest. Completely fluff of course, and she'd never admit to anyone that she enjoyed the cheesy romance but well written.
Dropping to her hands and knees she grabbed one and tried to tug it out but the bookshelf was only meant for ten large books across and there were twelve by this particular novelist and the one she wanted appeared to be stuck.
Trying another it to wouldn't budge and she grunted, lowering her shoulders to try to get a little more leverage, face close to the floor.
At this point, hearing her grunt, Malfoy's wandering gaze came back to her and he was startled at what he saw, not having been paying attention to what she was doing.
From his point of view she was down on the floor with her rear end in air, trying to pull one of the books out with all her might and not having much luck.
Perhaps this wasn't such a good plan but she was determined to get the book, though in her haste she had forgot she was wearing knee high socks and short pleated skirt that was now giving Malfoy a pleasant view of her red underwear.
His conscience vaguely alerted him in the back of his mind that he really shouldn't be staring but what with all the fighting and travelling to get the horocruxes last year had barely seen her and hadn't noticed until now how much she had filled out. The curve to her waist clearly accented her bottom which was definitely looking good especially from his angle.
He stopped himself when he realized that this was Granger he was having thoughts about. So what if she had a nice body? She was still the same girl with buck teeth (okay so they'd straightened out) and frizzy hair (she must be using some kind of conditioner because they looked more like actually curls lately) and pale skin (it was sort of golden brown after all her travelling with Ron and Harry last year) and most of all a completely flat chest.
Ducking down as she continued to struggle with the book unaware of his traitorous thoughts he checked her out quickly. Damn, foiled at every turn. Where had that chest come from? Had it really been there last year? How had he failed to notice? Shaking his head, aghast at his own thought he tried not to think about her body.
Whether she had improved or not this was still Granger. A book worm that thought she was smarter then the rest, hated him…oh yah hated him, like he was supposed to hate her. Especially now they were living together.
Still he couldn't help making fun of her just a bit.
"Nice panties Granger. But really, red? I thought you'd be more the pale blue or white type." She shot up, one hand shoving her skirt down and the book finally came out as she fell back with an 'oomph' of surprise.
Standing up she shook herself out, cheeks turning a livid pink. "Why in the world were you staring at my underwear Malfoy?" She snapped, flustered, but he just lay back in his chair at ease.
"Well I'm a guy aren't I? And you're a girl who has a…shall we say, 'fine' figure. It's only natural for me to take the opportunity when it comes knocking." She looked at him completely shocked.
"I knew you were no good, but now a pervert to?" Now she really was shrieking and the poor book in her hands was getting rung by her anxious hands. He actually looked offended for once.
"No good?! I helped your side secretly throughout the entire war risking life and limb and all I get in repay from you is 'no good' and 'perverted'." She glared menacingly but couldn't contradict him, as it was true.
"Be that as it may, you were staring at my ass without telling me. You could at least be a bit more considerate next time and just tell me." He grinned devilishly. "There's going to be a next time?" She threw her hands up there with an unintelligible shriek of disbelief and stormed up to her room, no longer caring about the book or the precious floor.
Now that there was no one left to annoy he continued gazing around the room in a bored fashion. She was just too easy to get riled up, he couldn't resist!
Standing up, he stretched casually then walked over and picked up the book she'd been trying to get at so desperately. "Biona and the Wizard: the thin line between love and hate." He scoffed and threw it back down then glanced down at it again curiously. Who knew Granger would be into such cheesy books? He thought only the airheaded girls read such garbage.
Shaking his head he walked back to his side of the room again, feeling uneasy as this weird knew obsession with the girl. Sure he'd stopped calling her mudblood since the war and at least tried to annoy the golden trio a little less but this new attraction…it was different.
He almost felt like he could fall for her.
No! Where had that thought come from!? Sure she was better looking and all, a huge improvement on Pansy Parkinson but all the same it was Hermione. They were supposed to hate each other they were supposed to…shit. He'd just called her Hermione. Even in his mind that was bad.
I wonder if she could like me to?
No, no, no, he didn't even want to consider…I mean, if Potter and Weasely found out they'd kill him but since when was he afraid of them? His father had been killed during the war but if he had been alive there would have been all sorts of scorn for dating a mudblood.
Then again, he was a Malfoy. And Malfoy's always got what they wanted. But was she really what he wanted? Hmm…he'd have to consult someone else on this one…
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