Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Draco, Hermione and all other Harry Potter affiliated things you recognize belong to the talented JK Rowling. Anything you recognize that doesn't fit under the term Harry Potter affiliated belongs to its respective owners. It was not my intention not to give proper due to those who deserve it.
Summary: NOT HBP COMPATABLE! The following is the diary of sorts of one Hermione Granger, Head Girl at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. It chronicles a span of time starting on December 2 and ending…I'm not exactly sure yet actually. Maybe never; it depends on my mood. It might not end until Hermione is old and gray, having lived to the age of one hundred. Or maybe not; that could get quite boring I'm afraid or become the confusing ramblings of a very old woman.
Author's Note: Okay, I'll be the first to admit it. It's not at all possible for this story to be taking place after what we all read in the sixth book. But, just for the sake of things, let's pretend that it didn't happen. Dumbledore isn't dead and Draco hasn't run off to join the Death Eaters or whatever JKR has him doing at the moment. Though it seems safe to assume that he's run off to join the Death Eaters, without confirmation we are left to come to our own conclusions. I myself think that he is on the way to my house to sweep me off my feet with his bad boy charm and carry me away into the sunset. I still have hope that the handsome Malfoy heir will come around to the side of good.
On a different note, I'm not so good with summaries so please ignore that random stuff before the Author's Note…except the disclaimer; pay attention to the disclaimer. It's mostly just me rambling on about nothing and would actually fit better under the heading Author's Note than Summary. But anyway…just read the story. I think that it's rather good. But then that could be a biased opinion. I am, after all, the one who wrote it. I'd love to hear what you have to say about it though. Please read and review. I'd really appreciate it. Thanks.
Although I'm not a diehard fan of the Draco/Hermione pairing I do like the couple sometimes. This is my poor attempt at such a story.
More Story Information (Basically Another Poor Summary): This is written as though it were Hermione's journal of sorts. Hermione and Draco are, of course, Headgirl and Headboy. Out of character…for everyone I'm afraid.
December 2ndCool gray eyes bore into me, causing shivers to run up and down my spine. I knew that look, I'd felt it countless times this year. I suddenly realized that I could picture his facial features with very little trouble—his gray eyes, his sometimes-cruel smirk, the way certain strands of his pale blond hair fell gracefully into his eyes…
I glanced up from the book I was reading and looked across the library at him (as I had found myself doing much too often of late). This proved to be a fatal error on my part because the instant I looked up my eyes locked with his. There seemed to be an endless moment where the connection took upon a life of its own. The air between us seemed to crackle and—
"Draco."
His eyes were pulled from mine and directed to a pouting Pansy. She scooted closer, almost plopping her recently developed lithe form into his lap, and I quickly returned to my book.
I tried to go back to my reading but, much to my dismay, I couldn't get my mind's focus to return to the fascinating goblin raids of the fifth century. My eyes kept drifting over the top of my book to rest on Malfoy. I must say that the fleeting thought that I was even remotely interested in him was so unnerving that I had to abandon my favorite haunt.
He is the enemy. And, if it hadn't been for yesterday, I would still look at him with a hate that transcended all hate. If he hadn't helped me pick my books up off the floor where they had scattered when he ran into me. If he hadn't had a lapse in his routine pain-in-my-arse manner that I felt much more comfortable with, I wouldn't have seen that, maybe, he wasn't such a pain in my arse. I would've missed that brief moment when his cold icy gaze had shifted and revealed a different side, a side that I had never even thought existed.
