I own nothing…sue me and you won't get much…
Hermione Granger sighed as she tried to move as quickly as possible down the corridor in the Hogwart's Express. Many of the first-year students were nervously standing around like cattle, afraid to move, lest an older student notice them and make fun. Finally, after managing to shift through, she found an empty compartment and quickly moved in and sat down. She left the curtains showing the corridor up so that Harry and Ron would be able to find her.
She was still dressed in Muggle clothing, a pair of blue jeans, and a tight-fitting black t-shirt with a pink faery on it. Her curls were pulled back into a ponytail.
After the door had shut, the sounds coming from outside quieted considerably. Looking out the window, Hermione could see families outside on the platform. Ron's family had just come through the barrier and Hermione smiled at the chaotic way they went about saying good-bye. A moment later, Harry appeared and was immediately pulled into a bear hug by Mrs. Weasley.
Hermione was about to open the window to get their attention when the door to her compartment opened. She turned with a slight gasp, surprised. Draco Malfoy stood in the door, a sneer on his face and his arms crossed.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Hermione almost spat out.
"Oh nothing. I'm just here to tell you that as head boy and head girl, we have a car to ourselves at the front."
"Well as I'm sure my presence isn't required, I'll let you make the most of the space." Hermione glared.
"Oh, it's required, at least towards the end. We have a meeting with the prefects."
"Well, until then, I'll stay here thanks." Hermione tried to make it obvious he should leave.
Draco smiled. "Suit yourself. I'll see you later."
He winked at her and Hermione snorted in disgust as he closed the door to the compartment and left.
Hermione sat down quickly, a strange, fluttering feeling in her stomach. Draco had changed physically over the summer. It was their 7th and final year at Hogwart's, and during the past 6 years, Draco hadn't grown much and had retained many boyish features. But now, well, he certainly wasn't a boy anymore. He'd grown to a height of about 6'4 and, while he'd been wearing his robes, it was obvious he had gained a lot of muscle.
Just then the door opened again, interrupting her thoughts, and Ron and Harry burst in.
"Hermione! Where have you been all summer? You missed everything!" Ron said breathlessly as he took a seat.
"Yeah, we went everywhere!" Harry sounded quite excited to tell stories of the summer he and Ron had spent traveling over Europe.
Hermione prepared for a few hours of listening.
Draco shook his head as he walked away from the compartment Hermione was in. She'd been steadily maturing over the last few years, but over the last summer she seemed to have become more beautiful than ever. While her curls hadn't straightened out entirely, they'd become looser and wavier and her hair had darkened to a soft brown color. She' lost her girlish figure and had a body he'd kill to touch. And those eyes…
"Draco!" Draco turned to see Pansy Parkinson hurrying towards him. He masked a groan of annoyance and nodded at her. "How was your summer!" She squealed as she hugged him. Draco lightly hugged her, then hurriedly stepped back.
"It was all right." He tried to think of an excuse to get away from her before she could talk anymore. "I…uh…have to…I have a meeting! Head boy and all that!" He said quickly, backing up almost in a run. Pansy grinned widely and nodded as he hurried off.
Draco breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped through the doors into the next car. She'd have kept him there all day if she could. He walked quickly until he reached the car reserved for head boy and head girl. Stepping in, he quickly moved to recline on the couch. He had a lot of time to waste before the meeting, and nothing to, since he was in there by himself.
Moments later, he'd drifted to sleep, visions of a certain Gryffindor in his head.
After two hours, Hermione was beginning to get tired of listening to Harry and Ron. They'd pretty much done the same thing in every city they visited : Gotten drunk, set fire to something, and woken up face down in the street the next day. She finally got a reprieve when the compartment door opened and Ron's younger sister, Ginny, stepped in.
"Hi Hermione!" She said as she took a seat.
"Hi, Ginny."
"Enjoying the stories of their trip?" Ginny rolled her eyes, making it clear she'd already heard.
"Oh yeah." Hermione laughed.
Ron caught on to the sarcasm. "It was a good trip!"
Harry nodded defiantly in agreement.
"Oh, I believe you." Hermione smirked.
"So, how was your summer?" Ginny asked.
"Pretty good. Got all my homework done…"
"HOMEWORK?" Ron and Harry both jumped up and ran for their trunks, nearly breaking the locks trying to get them open. Soon the two boys were surrounded by books, quills, and pieces of parchment, scribbling furiously.
Hermione and Ginny shook their heads. Their attention was diverted when the refreshment cart stopped outside in the corridor. The two hurried out and bought some of everything, then sat back down, smugly munching away while Ron and Harry struggled to finish their work.
A few hours later, just as the two boys finished, a knock came at the door. Hermione opened it and Draco stood outside, smirking.
"Time to go."
He turned on his heel and walked away quickly. Turning around, Hermione saw Ron and Harry glaring at the spot where Draco had been.
"What did he want!" Ron growled out.
"Head boy/Head girl meeting. I have to go." Hermione sighed as she slipped her robes on over clothes.
"You're not going to be alone with him." Harry jumped up.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Relax, the prefects will be there, too."
"Well, if anything happens to you, he's dead!" Ron said, obviously quite enraged.
Hermione nodded as she grabbed her trunk and started walking down the corridor. When she reached the reserved car, she quickly opened the door, pushed her trunk in, and sat down in the nearest chair. Only Draco was there, seated across the car.
"Where are the prefects?" Hermione asked, gazing around.
"They're coming." Draco had a smug smile plastered across his face.
"How soon? I'd rather spend as little time alone with you as possible."
Draco laughed. "Harsh. But you're just going to have to get used to me. As head boy and girl, we share everything, including our own dormitory, common room and bathroom included."
Hermione stared at him in shock. "Since when?" Up until last year, the head boys and girls had stayed in their respective houses.
"Since my father specially requested it."
"Why would Dumbledore grant any request of your father's?"
"Oh, my father made it worth his while." Draco smirked.
"Money." Hermione glared. "I can't believe this."
"Dumbledore said he had his own reasons for allowing it, which I'm sure he'll enlighten you with."
Hermione shook her head. " I hate you! I will not share any amount of living space with you!"
Draco stood. "You think I;m happy about it…mudblood!" He hissed.
"Don't call me that!" Hermione shrieked, jumping to her feet. "Who the hell do you think you are anyway? Fuck you Draco!"
Draco smirked. "Somebody's got a temper."
Hermione opened her mouth to speak and Draco swooped down and kissed her. For a moment, she stood there in shock, then pushed him back and slapped him.
"Don't ever touch me." She seethed at the arrogant look on his face.
Before anything else could happen, there was a knock and the prefects entered.
Once at the school, Hermione hurried off the train to catch up with Ron and Harry. She was still furious, but decided it was better not to tell them what had happened. The three hopped into a coach together and set off for Hogwart's.
"Did he touch you?" Ron said, holding his wand menacingly.
"No." Hermione said tersely, making it clear it was not a subject she wanted to continue to discuss.
The rest of the ride was spent in small talk. By the time they arrived at the front doors of the school, Hermione had completely forgotten about the incident with Draco. The students hurried up the stairs and into the Great Hall for the Start-Of-Year Banquet and to watch the first years get sorted.
As everyone took their seats, the teachers began to file in from a door at the end of the hall. Everyone craned their necks to see who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was. So far, they saw no one new, and the space normally reserved for the DADA teacher remained empty.
Hermione, Ron, and Harry glance at each other, surprised. While the DADA teacher changed from year to year, they had never started the year without one before.
As the day continued, the first years were sorted and the feast begun. Hermione glanced at the Slytherin table a few times, catching Malfoy sneering at her every time.
Rolling her eyes, she turned to speak to the others at her table, including Lavender and Parvati. Lavender and Parvati had traveled to Paris over break and could only talk about the shopping they had done.
At the head of the hall, Dumbledore cleared his throat. The student body quieted.
"I'm sure you are wondering where your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is. He will be late, unfortunately, due to extenuating circumstances and will not be here until next week. Until then, all Defense Against the Dark Arts classes are canceled." The room erupted in cheers. Dumbledore smiled before continuing. "Also, I am proud to announce this year's Head Boy and Head Girl, Draco Malfoy from Slytherin and Hermione Granger from Gryffindor. Ms. Granger I will need to speak with you after the feast. That is all for tonight. Enjoy your dessert."
With a wave of Dumbledore's hand, the dinner plates vanished and plates of cakes, puddings, and cookies appeared.
The students set in and shortly after, it was announced it was time to go to their Houses. As the other students filed out, Hermione walked up to the Teacher's table where Dumbledore sat waiting patiently.
"Professor Dumbledore, you wanted to speak to me?"
"Yes, Ms. Granger, by now I'm sure you are aware that Head Boy and Head Girl now have their own private quarters, because of a generous donation from Lucius Malfoy. However, I have my own reasons for allowing this. As of this year, Draco Malfoy is eligible to become a Death Eater. And it's starting to look as if he is ready to follow in his father's foot steps. This cannot happen for reasons I cannot explain to you now. All I can say is that you are the only one who can stop this. The only other way is to kill him, and that I do not, and can not, advocate."
"How can I stop him?" Hermione was beyond confused.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll find a way." Dumbledore smiled. "But it's time you got to your room."
Hermione nodded, mumbled "Good night," and turned to leave. The Hall was empty now. As she walked through the door, she realized she had no idea where her new quarters were. She was about to go back to ask Dumbledore where they were when a voice spoke from the shadows.
"Lost?"
"No." Hermione snapped.
Draco shook his head. "Follow me."
Hermione reluctantly followed Draco down a hallway she had never seen before. They reacheda carved oak door that led to stairs going up. After two flights of stairs, they reached another door, and, finally, the rooms. The first room was a common room, a fire already roaring in the fireplace. There was a spacious sofa and two armchairs, as well as two desks by the window. On either side of the fireplace were stairs going up. Hermione could only guess the one with a lion emblazoned over the doorway led to her room. On the other side of the room were two doors that obviously led to the bathrooms.
"Well, I'll be in my room." Hermione said as she moved towards the stairs.
"Just a minute." Draco moved into her path.
"What?"
"I think I deserve an apology."
"For what?" Hermione started.
"This…" Draco turned his face into the firelight and showed Hermione the bright red hand mark across his face.
"Why the hell should I apologize for that!" Hermione shrieked.
"Because it hurt!" Draco roared.
"You shouldn't have kissed me if you didn't want to get slapped, then!" Hermione crossed her arms and glared.
"You can't say you didn't like the kiss." Draco laughed. "Or were you disappointed it wasn't your precious Viktor?"
"Shut up!" Hermione screamed, tears spilling over, down her face.
Draco, stopped, shocked at the reaction he had caused. "I didn't mean to make you cry…:"
"Well, you did!" Hermione sat down on the bottom step, her face in her hands. "It's not even really you, it's him!"
"Oh…what happened?"
"He lied, he cheated, swore it wasn't true, and then dumped me for the stupid bitch."
"Oh…who was it?"
"That stupid Fleur." Hermione was obviously seething as she said the name.
"Oh…I'm sorry."
Hermione shook her head and stood. "Just leave me alone, ok?" She slowly trudged up the stairs, leaving Draco staring after her from below.
Once in her room, she shut the door and locked it. Without even unpacking her trunk, she lay down on her bed and began to sob. All the memories of the summer had returned. Viktor sneaking off all the time when she went to stay at his castle, the strangely beautiful owl that fluttered through the rooms at odd hours of the night, and the day she'd found out, walking in on them in the parlor.
But the more she thought about it, the less it hurt, and the more she realized she could think of nothing but Draco's lips on hers.
First Harry Potter Fan Fic, please R/R and don't be too harsh!