Hi, everyone! This is my first attempt at a Dramione fiction. Hope y'all enjoy!
Hermione couldn't sleep. For the past two hours, she'd been tossing and turning, finally giving up on the idea of snoozing. Staring up at the ceiling, she huffed. This wasn't good. The following day, she had a potions evaluation, and they were making Desirentia.
Desirentia was one of the strongest love potions known to wizards and witches around the globe. If one tiny, miniscule drop of a correctly brewed batch was ingested, then the unlucky one who did so would be consumed with lust. He or she would feel an overwhelming need that could only be satiated by the maker of the potion. Hermione didn't understand why they were brewing it, considering it could be potentially dangerous if it had fallen into the wrong hands. Professor Slughorn had said it was to prepare us for the real world, because the potion was considerably easy to make, and easy for someone to get their hands on.
She gave up. The curly haired witch threw off her blanket and stumbled out of the cloud of cushion that was her bed. Deciding she would head down to the library and do some late night studying, she quickly threw her robes over the nightwear she adorned, tip-toeing hurriedly out the door and down the hall.
The castle-like school was always so eerie at this time of night. The portraits hanging crookedly on the rough, bricked walls, were completely motionless and silent. It was odd to see them in such a state, but she figured it was because it was so late and everyone was sleeping. She could hear the 'pitter-patter' of her echoing footsteps with each step she took, and it was very, very dark. But Hermione, being as she was, knew the way to the library by heart. She scurried into the room, murmuring "Lumos" to provide some light to the space.
Giving a long, drawn out sigh, she took a seat at an empty table, Advanced Potion Making book in hand. The smart witch flipped through the pages, pausing on the one about Desirentia, rereading it. She needed to go over how to reverse the effects of the potion, just in case they were to have a quiz on it.
'One can only reverse the affected person's symptoms by brewing an antidote, found on the following page.'
All right! That seemed easy enough. After all, she had an 'O' for Outstanding in Potions class… It came easily to her. But there was more.
'In addition to the antidote, the affected witch or wizard must be rejected by the witch or wizard they are lusting after. Should their interest truly not perceive the affected as a love interest, then the potion will wear off. However, if the interest truly has feelings for the affected, then the potion will remain in effect until the lust is sated by intercourse, or some sort of sexual experience.'
…Hm. Hermione still was a little bit frustrated on the topic of the potion. It could really be dangerous if anyone ever drank it. Still, she trusted Professor Slughorn's knowledge from the bottom of her heart. He was a brilliant teacher, of course.
Sighing heavily, she glanced around the dimly lit space. She hated to admit it, but the place gave her the creeps when it was so abandoned. The only light that shone was from her wand, and it cast eerie shadows all around her. The only noise was from the soft, timid breathing of Hermione Granger, and the occasional rustle of a page turning.
… At first.
She began to hear light footsteps, accompanied by a thud. Jumping from her seat in a frenzy, she frantically stood and whirled around to face the noise.
What she saw was NOT was she expected. There, leaning against the bookshelf, was Pansy Parkinson. And perched over her, hands barricading her to the shelf, was the Slytherin Sex God himself. Draco Malfoy.
The arrogant, snotty, pureblood bastard. Pansy, her pug face scrunched up, has he head leant back against the wooden shelf, the flesh of her neck exposed, while the ferret flourished it with nips and bites.
"Oooh, that's nice, Draco! You turn me on…" Pansy cooed in her annoyingly high pitched voice.
Hermione wanted to throw up. She did NOT want to see her enemies go at it in the middle of the library, her own sanctuary. With a sickened expression, she gathered her books and turned to hastily exit the room, before a chuckle and a snide remark stopped her.
"Enjoying the show, Granger?" the ferret commented. She turned to face him with a scowl, her eyes narrowed at the Slytherin Prince.
"Absolutely not. It's disgusting, really. Get a room."
Draco raised a well groomed brow, his pale lips turning up into a cocky smirk. "Seems the filthy mudblood has got her knickers in a twist. Why don't you run on back to your weasel of a boyfriend and Potty, hmm? It's past your bedtime."
That sent Pansy into a fit of obnoxious laughter, which gave Malfoy a satisfied look of confidence. Hermione rolled her eyes, pretending not to be affected by his idiotic comment. She lifted her chin into the air, regaining what pride she had. With a know-it-all tone, Hermione simply stated, "He's not my boyfriend. And how would your father feel if he saw you now, Daddy's boy?"
A sudden flash of fear crossed the pale blonde's face before it was quickly replaced with a look of anger. "How DARE you! Who do you think you are, speaking to me with such insolence, mudblood!?"
"My name is Hermione, ferret. And my blood surely has nothing to do with this! I may come from a muggle world, but I'll still always be smarter than you."
And with that, she strode out of the library, leaving a very angry, very temperamental, and very annoyed Draco Malfoy behind, his mouth agape as he pondered what had just happened. Had he really just been bested by a MUDBLOOD!? His father would be disappointed if he heard about it. Even Pansy was silent in shock.
Oh, no. This would not do. He would have to put the disgusting witch in her place, one way or another.
Welp, that's it for the first chapter! Read and review, please!