7th year, no war, DracoxHermione, pure fluff, first fic, enjoy, I'm not J.K Rowling, mature chapters will come eventually
Hermione woke up with her head bumping gently against the window of the first compartment on the Hogwarts Express. She opened her eyes and looked down at the head girl badge sported on her chest for the thousandth time. Then she looked around once more for any signs of the head boy. Seeing none, Hermione sighed faintly and pulled out this year's new defense against the dark arts book, Defensive Magical Applications, to a chapter on wandless magic.
She'd read it once already, but it was nice to have something to do on the train. Besides, it really made her feel like it was the first day of school.
Ugh, hot. She looked around once more before sliding her robes off, revealing her street clothes: a plain black tank top and a pair of jeans.
Most of the compartments near her were filled with first years, and the noise of students yelling and playing on the train was becoming more irritating by the second. Taking out some spare parchment and writing tools, she drowned out the sounds with the scritch-scratch of her own quill.
Why not? Having some extra notes definitely couldn't hurt.
Draco looked up and down at the girl sitting in the head compartment. She was completely focused on something she was writing on a piece of parchment and didn't even notice him outside. No one else was there which meant he'd successfully evaded the prefects meeting.
He gazed at the girl. She had on a tank-top that revealed some heavy cleavage and a tight looking stomach. He smirked. It was no secret that the heads shared a dorm room. Draco nodded smugly. Though he couldn't see her face, he didn't think it really mattered. Besides Millicent Bulstrode, there weren't any real ugos in his year…and Millicent did not have a body like that. Draco gazed a bit more at the girl's curves. Definitely not.
Then, he saw the girl take her hair out from its tight ponytail.
Draco's jaw dropped. Her face was still hidden, but it's not like it made a difference. Her unkempt bushy chocolate-colored curls were enough for him to identify her instantly.
What the fuck? How long had Granger had a body? She definitely didn't look like that last year. Hell, it looks more like if Granger had a hot sister.
"Shit!"
She has a fucking textbook open. She's studying on the bloody train ride to school. It has to be Granger.
He noticed her look up and hid around the door, delaying the inevitable.
Hmm?
Hermione let the book drift down to her lap as she looked up…still no one. She could have sworn she heard something. She looked down at her watch and made a face.
I can't believe he isn't here yet. I already had to complete the first head duty of the year by myself.
About 18 minutes ago, she had single-handedly assigned duties to all the prefects. Of course, this wasn't exactly a horrible task. Most of them seemed quite capable and there wasn't much fuss overall. But it was the principle of the matter that made her worry.
Hermione started nibbling at her bottom lip. Dealing with prefects is one thing, but if he's always late for things like this, I don't know what I'll do. Most of the head duties aren't things I can take care of alone…honestly.
Hermione sighed and then proceeded to escape her worries through the process of highlighting every word of a particularly interesting paragraph within the text.
Suddenly, the door slid open and a tall blond boy slinked into the compartment. She wouldn't have known who it was if not for the oh-so-familiar pair of piercing steely eyes.
"Granger," he acknowledged with a nod as a disgusting little smirk pasted on his face.
His face…she paused for a moment. It was non debatable that Draco Malfoy was the most attractive boy in school. It was at the point where Hermione had gotten sick of other girls blabbering on and on about him. She'd listened to it for years, as a matter of fact. …She glared up. Even with that stupid smirk he's gorgeous… Disgusting. To think there are girls who fight over him at school. Ugh, What a prick.
"Malfoy" she practically snarled. "This is the head's compartment."
"Obviously," Malfoy raised his eyebrows as a thoroughly bored expression graced his face. He sat down next to her much closer than she'd expected, leaning in so that their knees touched.
Her face turned red as she looked at him and for the first time she noticed it. From this angle, she could see it quite clearly. There was no mistaking the golden badge neatly pinned to his robes reading in large, shining letters 'Head Boy'.
Hermione struggled, resisting the urge to open her mouth in shock. Instead she took a deep breath and tried her best to be civil.
You know, you were supposed to be in the compartment almost an hour ago. I had to hold the first prefect meeting alone. I hope you won't be late for something like this again. If we work together properly, I'm sure we can both bear through the year.
Now all she had to do was say it…Just say it.
But of course it was easier in her head, especially since she could feel his leg warm against her own. He was staring at her, waiting for her response.
"You know, you um…were supposed to be here a um…A WHOLE … hour ago. I ALREADY…had to …er.. hold….um….a meeting. You know, well…HONESTLY YOU SHOULD… ER…er…really be on time. …can't …duties….alone...," she half yelled and half whispered.
Hermione, now squinting her eyes from embarrassment, opened them slowly to see Malfoy biting back laughter.
"You should at least be able to speak a proper sentence by now. We are in our seventh year. Besides, without brains you wouldn't have any redeeming qualities." Well, besides your tits, he mentally noted.
"Get out," she spewed out, getting frustrated. "We're done with duties anyway so why don't you just leave?"
"Oh, but I'd hate to give you the satisfaction Granger." His smirk grew large enough to pass for a smile. Looking at the girl so close up he noticed her doe eyes half hidden by sweeping lashes, probably not touched by makeup since fourth year's Yule ball. He also noticed the blush creeping across her soft looking cheeks. Torturing Granger had always been a pastime. But there are many ways to drive a person mad.
"Besides, we are gonna be sharing our own personal dorm this year. You do know what that means," he leaned in to her and whispered in her ear, "Don't you?"
Hermione scoffed and turned her back towards him. On a whim, he grabbed her from behind by her hips and heaved her on to his lap.
"Don't try to escape now," he groped the length of her body slowly and smoothly with practiced hands. "I can make this year hell like always…or I can make it bliss." He whispered the last bit as his hand creeped down to the hem of her jeans.
Hermione was frozen solid: the result of her trying to calmly assess the situation. Draco's hand drifted underneath her jeans, plunging behind her thin panties and threatening to creep into her warmth. At this, Hermione snapped. She pulled his hand out and jumped away from his clutches.
"You get near me like that again and I swear…" she drifted off, still unsure of what had just happened.
"And you'll what…enjoy it?" He licked his slips seductively. "Be honest with yourself, you know you want me." He got up from his seat and started toward her.
Petrificous Totalus Draco fell backward toward the seat.
Well, at least I got some practice. Hermione went to the bathroom and changed into her full uniform and robes before joining a compartment in the back with Neville, Luna, Ron, Harry, and Lavender. She was able to convince herself she'd imagined the whole thing, but it didn't stop her from shaking.