Love Unplanned

Chapter 1

Drunken moments

Author's Notes- Haven't written a Fanfic in a while but I got an idea for an amazing one the other night and decided to give it a try. Let me know what you guys think and if I should continue. Review PLEASE!

Hermione stared out her window in the girl's dormitory. There was a thick blanket of snow on the ground and the sky was a canopy of grey. The trees were frosted in white and the lake looked like glass. Snow was falling slowly from the sky. It looked like a painting from where she sat. Everything looked so perfect from here. From this distance you couldn't see the shoe prints and the tracks from animals. Everything looked so pure. Hermione smiled to herself. She loved moments like this. She loved walking over to this exact window every morning and just sitting and marveling at the beautiful landscape.

She sighed and got up from where sat. Her hair was in complete disarray and her pajamas were all wrinkled from sleeping in them all night, but still, she was at peace with everything. This is definitely how she loved spending her mornings. She walked over to her mirror and looked at herself. She tried to run her fingers through her hair but they got tangled in the jungle of curls. She sighed and grabbed a towel from her linen closet and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

She closed her eyes as the hot water touched her skin. It was her 7th year at Hogwarts. She was Head Girl and that title definitely had its perks. She got her own bedroom which was decorated in a beautiful red brown. The top of the wall outlined all the names of the previous Head Girls that had lived in that exact same room the years before, and now her name was added to the list. She felt so accomplished every single time she saw her name printed in calligraphy. The bathroom was almost as big as the bedroom. It had a huge tub and a beautiful shower. The walls were a greenish marble tile and the hot water never ran out. The mirror was outlined in gold and it complimented you when you looked at yourself in it. It definitely paid off to be such a good student.

Hermione finished showering and doing her hair. Ever since she found out she was Head Girl she decided that it would be best to make her hair more presentable more often than not. Although she did sometimes wear her hair in the natural curl that suited her so well in the past, she usually put a hair potion in her hair to give her a smoother wave than she had before. When she was done doing her hair she put on a bit of makeup and looked at herself in the mirror when she was done.

"You look beautiful, dear, one of the most beautiful Head Girls yet." The mirror told her as she examined herself.

Hermione blushed a little and thanked the mirror.

She put on her uniform and headed out to the Head Boy Head Girl common room. As she walked down the stairs with her books in hand, the peace she was feeling earlier was suddenly disturbed when she saw the Head Boy sitting in front of the fireplace.

"Well Granger, look at you. Going to meet your boyfriends? Or did you get all dressed up for me?" Draco Malfoy said as he saw her trying to leave without saying anything.

She turned and looked at him with a mock face of surprise.

"You better be careful, Malfoy. If I didn't know any better I'd say you almost gave me a compliment." She replied.

"Trust me, mudblood. The only compliment you would ever get from anyone would be your two boyfriends, Potty and Weasel. I bet they don't even notice when you try to look halfway normal, which you still haven't managed by the way." He retorted with a smirk on his face.

"At least I have friends. All you have are goons who you have to probably pay to pretend like they even like you." She said with venom in her words.

His eyes glazed over with anger as he got up and started to walk toward her.

"What did you say to me, Mudblood?" He asked coming closer with every word.

Hermione stood her ground even though she could feel her heart racing with every step closer that he took. She knew she shouldn't have fallen into his war of insults. She should have just walked away but he had infuriated her so much ever since school had started and they found out they had to share the same bloody common room together. She couldn't let him get away with being rude to her anymore. She had to stand up to him and be the Head Girl that she was.

"I said that you don't have a pleasant bone in your body and you can't even make friends without paying them off to act like they like you." She said making sure not to stutter as she said any of the words.

He came closer and got right to her face. Any closer and they would both be touching. He put his lips right to her ear and whispered with poison in every syllable.

"You want to say that to me again, Granger?"

Hermione's breathing staggered but as she spoke, the words came out smoothly and forward.

"You're only upset because you know it's true."

"You better watch yourself," He replied with his mouth still at her ear and his voice still at a harsh whisper, "We are in the same common room and I know where you sleep. I'm sure the school wouldn't want anything to happen to their precious Head Girl."

With that he walked past her and out of the common room and into the corridor. Hermione took a deep breath and let out a frustrated groan. How did he always get the last word. Just once she would like to shove everything he's ever done to her, Harry and Ron in his face. Just once she wanted to throw an insult his way that would smack the smirk right off this pale, perfect, snotty face. She waited a bit to be sure he wouldn't be around in the corridor when she left. After about ten minutes she left and headed to meet Harry and Ron for breakfast before their first class.

Draco stared out the window onto the snowy grounds of Hogwarts lost in his thoughts as Professor McGonagall droned on and on. Draco hated classes. Although he always paid enough attention in them to pass them and actually learn something, he hated the pointless ones where they reviewed everything he already knew. It was pointless in his eyes. He tapped his pencil on the table and looked around at his other classmates. They had to share Transfiguration with the Gryffindors. So he was stuck in a class with Potty, Weasel, and the beaver. Granger didn't even really have buck teeth anymore but still, once a beaver always a beaver.

Draco was sitting next to Crabbe and Goyle, both of whom had their heads forward, eyes closed and drool coming out of their mouths. They were such stupid gits. Even though he thought the class was pointless he wouldn't be caught dead sleeping in McGonagall's class. Just then a loud snore came from Crabbe's mouth. Draco snickered as everyone's chair in the room shuffled as they turned to see who was dumb enough to be asleep. McGonagall picked up the huge book that she was reviewing from and walked over to Crabbe and Goyle. She slammed it down on the table in from of them. Their heads shot up at the loud thud and Goyle shouted something along the lines of 'mummy?! The entire class burst out laughing.

"I am thinking 20 points from Slytherin for sleeping in my class boys. I'll be taking 20 from each of you if I catch you doing it again. This is important for all of you." She scolded them.

As she headed back to the front of the classroom there were still a few snickers going around. Draco looked over at the Golden Trio and saw the Granger was among the students quietly laughing as McGonagall resumed the class. He didn't know why but he found the interesting.

Dinner was usually one of Draco's favorite times of the day. Classes were done and afterwards he could usually do whatever he wanted. Dinner tonight, however, wasn't as enjoyable as it usually was. Crabbe and Goyle were sitting next to him looking like giant apes as they laughed stupidly at trying to figure out who would win in a fight, a hippogriff or a dragon. They were too stupid to even know there really wasn't any competition when it came to a fire breathing dragon.

He sat there and played with his food trying to think of something exciting to occupy is mind. Suddenly, he heard excited laughter coming from the Gryffindor table. He looked up and saw the Golden Trio laughing together, probably at something extremely stupid. He looked at Granger and saw her cheeks were bright red as she tried to catch her breath as she laughed at something Potter was saying. They were almost as red as Weasley's hair.

Suddenly, Draco had an idea. He looked over at Crabbe and Goyle. He nudged them to get their attention. They both looked at him with stupidity written all over his face.

"Let's have a little fun, shall we?" he said with a wicked glint in his eyes.

"What do you mean, Draco?" Goyle asked.

"Watch this." Draco replied.

Draco pulled his wand out of his cloak and pointed it toward Weasley just as he was about to take a drink out of his goblet of pumpkin juice.

"Wingardium Leviosa." He whispered.

Ron's goblet suddenly lifted out of his hands higher and higher into the air as Draco directed it. All three of the Trio looked around trying to figure out who was making it float. Draco was careful not to make it obvious that he had his wand out. No one at the Gryffindor table was paying enough attention to notice that the goblet was floating about Weasley. While they were still looking around Draco took the opportunity to make the goblet tip over right on top of Ron.

"Bloody Hell!!" he yelled as the entire cup of pumpkin juice spilled all over Weasley fiery red head. He was soaked.

The Slytherin table burst out in laughter as Dumbledore stood up and reprimanded no one in particular about not using magic to cause trouble in the castle. Potter and Granger stood up and led Weasley out of the room probably to go clean him up. Just as they were leaving, however, the Mudblood shot him an evil glance that let him know she knew who was responsible. He smirked right back at her as they turned out of the room.

Just as he was silently congratulating himself on a prank well done and owl landed in front of him. It was his father's owl.

'Bloody Hell.' He thought as he grabbed the letter, got up and headed toward the Head Boy common room without any explanation to any of his friends as to where he was going or why.

Hermione was waiting in the Gryffindor common room while Harry and Ron were up in the boy's dormitories. She couldn't believe that Malfoy would have the nerve to be such a jerk. It was uncalled for. Of course, she had no proof that it was him but the way he looked and laughed just proved that he had something to do with his. Him and his goons were the first ones hollering when it happened.

Just then Ron and Harry came down to meet her. Ron was now dry and pumpkin juice free. They sat on the couch in front of the fireplace next to her.

"What he bloody hell would someone do that for." Ron complained.

"Who would be such a git?" Harry added.

"Are you two kidding? You really have no idea who would do that?" Hermione asked her two best friends as she stared at them like they were two of the densest people she had ever met.

"Malfoy?" Ron asked.

"Yes. I saw him snickering while we were leaving to get you cleaned up, Ron. They way him and his little minions were laughing just sort of proved that they had something to do with it."

"Someone should really curse the bastard into oblivion!" Ron growled as he stared into the fire.

"I can't believe he had the nerve! Just knowing makes me so mad." Hermione complained.

"Maybe we should just let it go for now, you guys. Don't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he got to us. That's what he wants." Harry said as he walked over to a table that was right by the stairs that led to the dormitories. He grabbed the chess set that was on top of it and put it between him and Ron.

"Let's play a game. I bet I can beat you this time." He challenged

"In your dreams." Ron shot back and they began to set up the pieces.

Hermione watched as they played and laughed when they joked around with each other. As she watched them she couldn't help but wonder how she was blessed with such wonderful friends. They all really looked out for each other. Harry wasn't the famous Harry Potter and Ron wasn't just Ron to her. They were the two friends she would always hold close to her heart.

Draco sat in front of the fire in the common room as he read his father's perfect handwritten words on ways they Draco should improve his efforts at school, in his academics and on ways to find out information for the Dark Lord. All the letter did was piss him off. Draco leaned over to the side table and grabbed his bottle of fire whiskey and took a long swig. He already made sure that he was pretty buzzed before he read his father's letter and now that he was in the middle of reading it he was working on getting completely drunk.

He didn't understand why his father was so demanding on him becoming better. He was Head Boy wasn't he? He passed all this classes and exams didn't he? Truth be told he didn't even want to be part of the Death Eaters. He just wanted to live a normal teenage wizard's life. without having to think about Potter's stupid destruction. Sometimes he would wish Potter was dead not because Voldemort wanted him dead but because he didn't want to deal with his stupid emotional hatred anymore.

Draco could feel the alcohol affecting him completely. It was clouding his judgment. He took his father's letter, ripped it up and threw it into the fire. He had always at least tried to respect his father but now that he thought about it he realized that a part of him couldn't stand him. He wished now more than ever he had nothing to do with him and the more the thought about it the more he wanted more than anything to not be a Malfoy.

All of the sudden he the portrait hole open. He looked over and smiled.

Hermione headed to the common room. It was pretty late. She stayed up and watched Harry and Ron play about a hundred games of chess before they decided that one in the morning was late enough to go to bed. She smiled as she went through the portrait hole into the Head Boy/Head Girl common room. As she entered, however, her smile faded as she saw Draco Malfoy standing and looking at her.

It was the oddest thing. He just stood there smiling at her. It wasn't a sneer or smirk. It was a genuine smile playing on his face. It was the first time she had ever really seen him smile. It actually made him look more handsome. She was amazed at what a slight change could do to the facial structure. He didn't look so evil.

"Well well, Her hic mione Gran hic ger." He slurred his sentence at her.

"Malfoy? Are you drunk?" Hermione asked.

She could already tell the answer to her own question. Once she got over the smile he had on his face she could see the other parts as well. His eyes were glazed and he swayed as he stood there in front of her.

"No! hic I only had one hic very tiny sip of fire hic whiskey." He slurred at her again.

She rolled her eyes and started to walk toward her room when he began to call after her.

"Wait! Don't you want to hic talk?" He asked.

Hermione turned around and stared at him as if her were from outer space.

"What on earth could possibly tempt me to talk to the person who publicly embarrassed my best friend? I don't care how nice you are when you are drunk." She said in loud voice.

"But you hic have to admit, hic it was funny." He replied smiling at her again.

Hermione couldn't get over how innocent he looked as he stood there in front of her. Even though he had just admitted to thinking humiliating Ron was hilarious, he still somehow managed to look like a child.

Hermione sighed and walked over to him.

"Come on, Malfoy. You should sit down." She said as she walked him over to the couch and sat him down. She looked over at the side table and saw that more than half a bottle of fire whiskey was gone.

"Did you drink all of this?" Hermione asked him as she picked it up to examine it closer.

Draco just nodded as he watched her.

Hermione sighed and put the bottle back down.

"Alright well, you should really just lay down for a while okay? Try to sober up a bit. I'm going to go upstairs and sleep." She said. She started to head for the stairs that led to her room when she heard Draco speak again.

"I hate my father. Did you know that, Granger?"

Hermione turned and walked back to where he sat.

"What?"

He nodded at her again.

"Yep, I can't stand him. He's so mean." He complained.

Hermione laughed and sat next to him.

"Wow, Malfoy. You really are drunk."

He turned to look at her. He didn't say a word but just stared. Hermione began to feel a little uneasy and wasn't quite sure what to do. Suddenly, Draco lifted his hand to her face and moved closer to her on the couch.

"umm, Malfoy?" Hermione began.

"shh." He said.

The next thing Hermione knew he placed his lips on hers. Hermione just sat there with her eyes wide as he kissed her softly. He pulled away slowly but still kept his mouth close to hers.

"You're not kissing back, Granger." He whispered the smell of alcohol swarming his words.

"You're drunk. You should go to bed." She replied.

"I will if you would just kiss me back. I won't tell, don't worry."

He placed his lips on hers again. This time Hermione kissed him slowly back but pulled away before anything else could happen.

"Go to bed, Malfoy. You'll regret this in the morning."

With that Hermione went to her room, the feel of his lips still tingling on hers.