A/N: Randomly thought of this. I'm a procrastinator, I know.
This is my first Harry Potter fic, so please don't hate it.
This is going to be a Dramione during Year 6 I think. Here we go.
Disclaimer: Disclaimed.
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Chapter One: You're Going Down
Define your meaning of war
To me it's what we do when we're bored
I feel the heat comin off of the blacktop
And it makes me want it more
Because I'm hyped up, outta control
If it's a fight I'm ready to go
I wouldn't put my money on the other guy
If you know what I know that I know
Draco Malfoy watched as Hermione Granger glanced at Ronald Weasley and Lavender Brown with much pain in her eyes. They were looking at each other lovingly and holding hands while Hermione was behind them hurting.
Disgusting. He thought to himself.
Malfoy almost felt bad when he snuck another look at that wretched Hermione and saw how hurt she was.
Almost.
"Class dismissed," Professor Kettleburn said.
Malfoy watched as Hermione rushed out of the classroom and her couldn't help but follow her.
"Grab my books for me, Goyle." He said.
He didn't know why, but he just felt the urge to follow her.
So he did.
He trailed closely behind her out of the building. She looked like she was going to walk to Hagrid's, but she didn't. She turned right and went into a circle of peculiar rocks. She put her books down on the ground beside her and looked up at the sky. She was trying to hold back the tears and she was successful. She was staring at the sky, thinking about what she did to deserve this. About what she did to make Ron go to Lavender. She loved him so much. She would do anything for him. And he broke her little heart.
Malfoy decided to come out his hiding place now.
"Did you enjoy watching your beloved Weasel snogging Lavender?" Draco asked, rather harshly.
Hermione looked startled to see him at first, but waved it away.
"Get lost, Malfoy." She said.
"You can't tell me what to do, you filthy little mudblood." He said.
It's been a long time coming
And the tables' turned around
Cause one of us is goin'
One of us is goin' down
I'm not runnin', it's a little different now
Cause one of us is goin'
ONE OF US IS GOIN' DOWN!!!
Hermione let her tears fall freely down her cheeks. Normally she would hold them back until she was all alone and could cry without stupid people like Malfoy watching her. But this time, she just wasn't strong enough. Between Malfoy's insults and Ron breaking her heart, she just couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Can you just leave me alone for one stupid second?" Hermione cried. "Can't you see that I've suffered enough for one day to deal with the likes of you?"
Malfoy was surprised at this outburst from her. She usually just took the insults and ignored him.
But he also felt bad for hurting her.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled. He didn't know why he apologized. He usually wouldn't, but this time he didn't.
"What?" Hermione asked after a short, stunned silence.
"I said I'm sorry, all right?: Malfoy replied.
"I must be going crazy." Hermione said. "Stop messing with my head, Malfoy!"
"I'm not messing with your head." He said.
"Whatever," Hermione replied.
Define your meaning of fun
To me it's when we're gettin' done
I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop
So get ready for another one
Let's take a trip down memory lane
The words circulate in my brain
You can treat this like another all I'm saying
But don't cry like a bitch when you feel the pain
They stood in silence for a short while, staring at each other hatefully. Malfoy had to admit that Hermione looked sort of hot when she was angry.
"Why do you like him?" Malfoy asked her.
"Who?" Hermione asked.
"That stupid Weasel." Malfoy answered.
"Don't call him that." Hermione said.
"Whatever." Malfoy said. "Why do you like him?"
"Why do you care?" Hermione asked.
"No reason." Malfoy answered quickly.
"Why don't you just go away and stop bothering me with your stupid questions?" Hermione asked after a brief pause in the conversation.
To be honest, he didn't know. He just sort of…didn't want to go. For some peculiar reason, he just wanted to be near Hermione. He sort of liked it when she acted like a bossy know-it-all.
"Because if I did, I would feel bad for leaving you out here all alone." Malfoy answered in a serious tone.
"Oh, come on, Malfoy. Just piss off so I can sulk alone." Hermione said. "And stop making fun of me."
"I'm not! I'm trying to help you and all you're doing is pushing me away." Malfoy cried.
"Like you of all people would care about me." Hermione scoffed.
"But I do." Malfoy answered automatically.
He surprised not only Hermione, but himself too by saying that.
It's been a long time coming
And the tables' turned around
Cause one of us is goin'
One of us is goin' down
I'm not runnin', it's a little different now
Cause one of us is goin'
ONE OF US IS GOIN' DOWN!!!
"That's it." Hermione said.
She walked over to Malfoy, getting ready to punch him again. Only, this time he was ready for it. When she stuck out her arm, he caught it. Hermione used her other arm to try and free herself, only to have Malfoy pin it against her chest. He pushed her up against one of the tall rocks.
She shivered a little when his lips reached her ears.
"I wasn't lying about caring about you, Hermione." Malfoy said.
She felt tingles of pleasure as he spoke those words to her.
This is hardly worth fighting for
But it's the little petty sh*t that I can't ignore
With my fist in your face and your face on the floor
It'll be a long time comin'
But you got the message now
Cause I was never goin'
Yeah, you're the one that's going down!
One of us is going down
I'm not runnin', it's a little different now
Cause one of us is goin'
ONE OF US IS GOIN' DOWN!!!
One of us is going down
He looked into her eyes, his lips so close to hers. Hermione was breathing heavily and she could feel her heart beating faster and faster against he rib cage as Malfoy closed the distance between them. As his lips collided with her, she could feel herself shiver with excitement and delight. She let his tongue slip through her lips. He let go of her arms and wrapped his own around her slim waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him even closer to her.
Hermione felt as if she were flying. She had never felt so happy and free in her entire life.
They pulled each other closer until there was no possible space between them. They were so engaged in the kiss, that they didn't notice as someone approached them.
"Hermione, what the bloody hell are you doing?"
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