AUTHOR NIOTE:

This may get kind of long. Just try to bare with me. I'll shorten it. I think I have less to say than I think I do. :]

First off, this is my very first posted Dramione Fanfic. And I'm not sure how much I like this one, but I'm hoping that you will like it.

Second, I had some sort of inspiration for this, but due to it being late here, and having been a long while since I actually started this, I can't remember it anymore. :[ oops. If I remember, it will be included. :D

Third, if any of you have read my other story (Harry Potter and the Cullens Adventure to Narnia) I would like to announce that I am going to post a sequel-type thing to it. It's going to be mostly from the point of view of Draco. The inspiration for it came from Caroline, who left probably one of the absolute sweetest reviews that I've ever received on it. Unfortunately, because it was an unsigned review, I didn't get to reply to her. So, this is my reply, and I hope she reads it: 'Thank you SO MUCH. I didn't really like the ending I ended up with for that other story. But I had waited so long to write it that my inspiration was absolutely DRAINED. But, thanks to your terrific ideas, I'm off once more, hopefully acheiving what you wanted to see out of the story, though I'm sorry to say that I'm not going to be pairing Hermione and Edmund together, because I mainly wanted to see the story from Draco's perspective, and it wouldn't make any sense. But, I may write another story (not related to that one) and pair Edmund and Hermione there. But I'm not certain. Thank you so much for all of your inspiration. And I hope you and your friends keep reading and reviewing. It makes my day. :]

Fourth, the second chapter to this is already in the works, but if you like this story and have any ideas for it, please send me your ideas in a review. I would LOVE to hear them, and I'll try to incoorporate as many as I can.

Okay, I think I'm done now. :] you can commence the reading.

~Megan Hale~

PS. DISCLAIMER: I Do not own the characters, the setting, or the general story in which this is set. I only own the plot, for which JK Rowling is the entire inspiration for. :D

Dramione Fanfic 1

Chapter 1

Hermione POV

I wasn't sure where I was going. I only knew that I had to keep going. All I saw was red, which irritated me all the more, because it reminded me of that slime ball Ronald Weasley. He and that stupid Lavender Brown, who were probably still snogging away in the common room.

Not that I should care. He was perfectly able to do what he pleased. And so was I. I took a deep breath, and stopped walking, noticing for the first time just how far I had gotten. I was just outside the secret entrance to the Room of Requirement. It was here that I dropped to the floor, and the tears that I had been holding in cascaded down my cheeks. The corridor appeared to be abandoned, but I could hear something. Music came from somewhere, quiet, but still there.

And then I heard an obnoxiously loud voice coming from around the corner. Just the person that I did not want to see right now. Cormac McLaggen. My eyes grew wide, and I sprinted back and forth, wishing in my mind that I could find someplace to hide before he came around the corner. The door materialized and I practically threw myself at it, struggling a bit with the handle because of my hastiness.

The quiet twinkle of music grew louder. It was clearer now, obviously it was coming from within the Room of Requirement. But not many people could have known about it, could they? Who would have known about it besides the members of the DA? McLaggen's voice became louder, and I became acutely aware of the fact that there was only a wall separating us. What if the door hadn't disappeared in time? What if he saw? Would he know that it was me?

I held my breath until, after what seemed like ages, his voice faded, and all that was left was the music, and a voice. A beautiful voice. One that I knew, but yet didn't know. It was melodic, peaceful. I stood hidden behind a pile of long-hidden junk, drawn in by the beautiful male voice and the strumming of the guitar.

It could have been ages that I was standing there, or maybe just a few minutes. All I knew was that I was very disappointed when the music and the voice stopped. I froze, afraid they might have heard me and were mad that I listened in. I heard someone moving, and quickly strayed away from the door behind another pile of stuff as he left the room.

A few seconds after the door closed behind him, I went too, just peaking my head out to try to get a glimpse of the face that matched the beautiful voice. But there was no one.

Draco POV

Someone had been there, I was sure of it. It was probably that stupid Potter. I know he was catching onto my strange behavior. He was trying to follow me around now. And if he caught me….Well, the things he would do were nothing compared to the Dark Lord.

I loosened my tie. It was starting to feel extremely tight around my neck. Suddenly I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. And then there was Pansy Parkinson, strutting her way toward me. Ugh. I looked down and turned right around, walking as fast as I could without being too obvious to avoid her.

"Drakey? Drakey?" she called from somewhere behind me. I turned the corner, and found myself inches away from 1/3 of the Golden Trio. Mudblood Granger. I tried to hastily calculate in my head which was worse: Pansy or Granger. Definitely Pansy.

"Watch where you're going, Granger," I said with a sneer, and continued to trudge past her as her eyes narrowed and she began to open her mouth to retort. Her eyes were almost wide with shock when she noticed I didn't want to stand my ground and fight.

Finally I made my way to the Entrance Hall. Now the question was, where did I want to go next? With Pansy still hot on my tail, going down to the common room was out of the question, she'd merely corner me there. Perhaps a trip to the library. If I was quick enough, I could probably lose her amongst the many shelves of books.

It wasn't long until I reached my destination.

Madam Pince was busy punishing some frazzled-looking first year - probably for some prank. He appeared to be missing an eyebrow and half of a book about dragons - so I was easily able to make my way past her usually watchful eyes and to the restricted section in the back (I had a book from there I had to get anyway). At least Madam Pince wouldn't be able to tell Pansy that she'd seen me enter if the question came up.

At the very back of the library, after having found my book from the restricted section and checked that Pansy was gone, I settled at a small, rickety round table and began working on a Potions essay. I must have been there for a few hours. I also must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew I was being awoken by the loud slam of a book near my head.

I jumped up, and my eyes focused in on Granger, holding a copy of Hogwarts, A History. Jeez, how many times had she read that book anyway? She didn't look as pleased with herself at waking me as I would have thought. On the contrary, in the little light I had from the moon filtering through my window, it looked as if she'd been crying. I felt a secret twinge of remorse. Wait, no I didn't. I never would. This was bloody Granger we were talking about!

Her puffy eyes suddenly went bright with laughter. The remorse I didn't have left my system.

"A bit scared, are you, Malfoy?"

"Scared of a mud blood? I don't think so, Granger." Her eyes narrowed. I think I might have gone a score too far.

She turned to leave. "Honestly, on a day like this…Just what I need." I heard her mutter under her breath. "And you're welcome, Malfoy, for my waking you up before you were caught out after curfew," she said back to me over her shoulder.

With a sneer, I gathered up my things and made my way out of the library as Madam Pince's watchful eyes followed my every move. Once safely out of her eyesight, I turned to start making my way towards the Dungeons. Putting off seeing Pansy any longer was a lost cause, as it was - I looked down at my watch - already nine o'clock. Sighing, I continued down to my temporary hell. My real hell was my life.

Hermione POV

Breakfast once again was terrible. Not as if yesterday morning wasn't bad enough, but I suppose this had a few more downfalls to it. Not only was Ronald still trying for my attention - which I very stubbornly refused to give to him - but I had most of my morning classes with him, until it was time I went off to Arithmancy.

Even better, I had to be amongst both Ronald and Draco Malfoy during double Potions in the afternoon. Of course Malfoy wasn't too terrible today. He seemed to have caught on that I wasn't going to take his blood status crap. Perhaps he intelligently reminded himself of our little run-in in third year…..Oh, good times.

I wondered what the Music Man - I had started calling the man with the beautiful voice that now - was doing. Would he be in the Room of Requirement again? I checked my watch. It was about the same time as it was yesterday when I heard him. I looked down at my pile of homework on the library table. I had taken to studying here when it dawned on me that Ronald wouldn't come anywhere near here. To me, it was like holy ground. My homework was nearly complete. I would have time to finish my Potions essay later tonight in the common room, or perhaps in my dorm, to avoid my persistent ex-boy - I mean ex-friend.

I stood, gathered my things, and stuffed them into my bag with haste. Please don't break! I begged mentally. After having successfully shoved my books and parchment into my bag - without it breaking - I practically jogged out of the library in the mid-afternoon daylight to make my way toward the Room of Requirement, hoping I would find the face that matched the voice.

Soon, the blank patch of wall became visible. I paced back and forth several times, mentally repeating the chant I need to find the voice….I need to find the voice…. The door materialized. I eagerly reached out to grasp the handle, but then found myself hesitating. What was I doing? Looking for a person I didn't even know, just hoping to randomly catch them playing their music? Their….beautiful music that made my heart practically sing along.

I took a deep breath and opened the door, prepared to wait, for there was no music inside yet.

Draco POV

So it was her. I hid myself between a suit of armor and a torch where I could see the entire stretch of wall where the door to the Room of Requirement would appear. I assumed the same person who came the day before might be back. All there was to do was wait.

And…..whoa whoa whoa, wait! Was that….Granger? The bushy brown hair was hard to mistake, but for some reason it took me a second to truly believe that Mudblood Granger was the one who had heard me. Well, there went my entire life, all of my secrecy. She peeked around herself quickly to make sure she was not being watched - obviously she wasn't very observant - and then preceded to step through the door, which immediately dissolved as soon as she entered.

I stared at the wall for a moment. Not sure of what to do. No way in hell was I going to go in there now, and risk her seeing me if she already hadn't. I knew that skipping my time to play was going to make me angry tomorrow.

Talk about being caught between a rock and a hard place.

Hermione POV

I waited around for three hours. The Music Man never came.

I have to admit, I was extremely disappointed. After my terrible day I was quite looking forward to the voice cheering me up. But no, with my eyes turned down I made my way back up to Gryffindor tower that night. Maybe Ron had finally gotten the message that I didn't want to talk to him. Or maybe he just wasn't in the room, for I didn't spare a glance to check for his presence, but he didn't bother me as I made my way up to my dormitory to finish my homework before bed.

The dormitory was a mess as usual. Honestly, was it really that hard for Lavender to pick up after herself. Sure, some of my things were messy, but at least I didn't just run up to random boys and snog them. I dropped my bag on the floor with a loud thump and a scowl, even though I knew there was no reason to be mad.

A small barn owl that I didn't recognize pecked at the window and I jumped, before regaining myself and walking over to let the owl in. It zoomed in and perched itself at my shoulder, and I grabbed the letter it held in its beak, curious at to who would be sending post now instead of at breakfast when it normally came. It couldn't be my parents. I had gotten something from them that morning. I opened the letter and my eyes widened with surprise.

It read:

If you know who I am, keep your mouth shut. If you don't, don't try to figure it out. Either way, keep away from the Room of Requirement. Or else.

My heart nearly stopped. This had to be the Music Man. How did he know I was there? How did he even know who I was? Did he see me before he left the room? Was I the reason that he left the room? So many questions, so little answers.

Shakily, I let the owl pass out through the window, and watched it fly quickly downwards through the clear, cool night. I watched it for as long as I could see it in the darkness. I was sure it flew toward the dungeons. Was it a Slytherin then? Hmm. How odd, a Slytherin, able to write music that sank straight to my very soul.

I don't think I slept at all that night.