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Dramione- doesn't exactly follow the books plot (obviously)

7th Year

Chapter 1: The Truth Potion

Hermione walked into potions that day, with a hunch that today wouldn't exactly be a good day. She sat down in her seat quietly. The room was silent due to the lack of Slytherins that usually filled the class. She couldn't exactly be mad at them yet. She was still fairly early. Not even half the Gryffindors were in class yet.

She sat quietly with her nose in her potions book, not really paying attention to the world around her. She was just going over the lesson for today again, for the -nth time. Not that she could help it, Harry, Ron, and Ginny where usually always at Quidditch practice lately, and when they weren't she had Head duties to attend to. She loved her best friends in her life, but now and day she hardly ever saw them. It wasn't exactly fair, but she knew she couldn't completely blame them.

Soon the class room began to fill. Harry and Ron strolled in laughing like always. Taking a seat near the back, completely forgetting about Hermione. She glared at her two best friends until they realized their mistake. They shrugged her an apology back. She turned back around as she heard her potions professor enter. She inwardly groaned realizing she didn't have a partner, again. She usually enjoyed not having a partner to mess up her work, but today's potion required more than a handful of complicated instructions. Sighing she gazed upon her potions professor.

"Goodmorning class, today we shall be brewing the-" Snape started, when he was interrupted by none other than Draco Malfoy. Smirking, the blonde ferret entered the classroom. Snape turned his attention toward his godson.

"Mister Malfoy, I expect you know what time this class starts?" He asked.

"Yes Professor, I was just directing a first year to their class. As Head Boy it is one of my many requirements. I am sorry that I was late." Draco replied, lies tumbling out of his mouth. Snape only nodded.

"Very well Mister Malfoy, it seems the only seat open is next to Miss Granger so please, do take a seat so we can get started." Snape commented. Hermione scowled if she had entered the class late she would've had at least fifty points taken from Gryffindor. Her scowl deepened as she realized she had gotten her wish. She now had a partner in this project.

"As I was saying before I was interrupted-" Snape continued as Malfoy trudged to his new spot. "We are going to be brewing a truth potion. Not as complicated as Veritaserum, but works just as well." Snape spat.

Hermione snuck a glance at Malfoy, his eyes seemed to be completely focused on the board. As if he was prepared to ignore her the whole day. She rolled her eyes at that. Of course he would attempt to ignore her. It was either that or insult her. And she knew he wasn't ready to turn in his Head Boy badge just yet. He couldn't go and pick a fight with her anymore, she could easily go and rat on him now.

"Alright begin brewing your potion with your partner. The person who will take the potion in the end will be the eldest person in your group. Don't bicker about that now, get to work!" Snape snapped.

Hermione turned toward her partner.

"You can always just not help me, I'll just make sure I get all of the credit though. But if you do decide to help me can you please go grab the ingredients for me." She said while setting out the tools she would need for the assignment. Malfoy trudged off to grab the supplies. He had high marks in potions. He wasn't about to let those drop due to one project with Granger.

He came back with all of the right ingredients. They began to quickly work, not arguing over anything. Both knowing full well this would be a major portion of their final grade. They worked in dead silence, listening to the dull conversations their classmates were providing. Hermione sighed with relief knowing that the potion wouldn't end up to bad.

Their potion was finished, it was the perfect color, a turquoise shade. Draco glanced at Hermione.

"When's your birthday?" He mumbled.

"What?" She questioned. He sighed.

"The older one has to take the potion, when's your birthday?" he asked again.

"October third, yours?" She asked.

"June fifth." He grumbled taking a vial of the potion they had made and drank it.

He wasn't exactly happy with this situation, being weak at the feet of the person who possibly despised him the most.

"Why were you really late to class?" She asked.

"Because Pansy was trying to snog me, and I had to put her in a body binding hex so she would leave me alone. Then I brought her up to the Hospital Wing, so she would leave me alone today." He blurted, his eyes widening as he did. Making Hermione smirk.

"Really? You don't like Pug-face Parkinson, I could've sworn you to were dating." She replied in mock surprise.

"God no, I won't even go near trash like that. She's most definitely not my type." He shuddered.

"And pray-to-tell what is Draco Malfoy's type?" she asked. His eyes popped out of his head.

"Someone not trashy like her, a girl who can actually think for herself, and a pureblood." He spoke again. Rapidly as if he was trying to make her miss it.

"Really? You don't want a little dog with you everywhere how surprising." She mused. Draco groaned.

"Just get back to asking the questions."

"Fine." she stopped to think. "What's your favorite book?" She asked.

"The Hobbit by J.R.R Tolkien." He replied. She raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" She questioned.

"Well yes, he wrote it rather well, and he is a pureblooded wizard, but sold his works to Muggles. The Wizarding World has actually had that series longer. I would know he was a family friend, until he became a blood-traitor." He spat.

"Sorry, I didn't know at all he was a wizard, let alone a pureblood. Didn't mean to offend you." He just nodded his head in response.

"Are you done with the questions Granger?" He asked wearily. She nodded, handing him the other vial.

"You can turn it in, and get the antidote, otherwise you'll be stuck like that for hmm about two days." She commented. His face turned pale, as he snatched the vial from her hands to turn it in.

'Oops maybe that was a little lie.' She thought rather smug. She reached in her bag to pull out her book, and buried herself back in preparing herself on tomorrows lesson.

Failing to notice, that Draco had pocketed three more vials of the truth potion.

A bit of a weird chapter.

But why did Mister Draco Malfoy pocket some of the Veritaserum look alike?

And how did he become Head Boy in the first place?

And will their be anymore Dramione encounters?

Until next time!