ACKNOWLEDGMENTS: I DO NOT OWN OR TAKE CREDIT FOR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR PLACES IN THIS FANFICTION. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO JK ROWLING – I ONLY OWN THE PLOT/STORYLINE.

We're Forbidden...

-A Dramione Fanfiction-

This fanfiction is set in Hermione and Draco's sixth year at Hogwarts. It starts on Christmas Eve and unfolds throughout the school year…ENJOY!

Chapter One:

"You two can't be serious! You're still in bed! It's ten o'clock already!" Shrieked Hermione, bursting into the sixth year boys' dormitory on Christmas morning.

Ron jumped a foot in the air at the sound of her shrill voice and drew the covers up to his neck,

"Bloody hell, Hermione!" He croaked, his ears turning scarlet. Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes, squinting at the light pouring in from the window, from which Hermione had just stripped of curtains.

"Honestly, you two! We're the last in here – everybody else is at breakfast," She added bossily, chivvying round the dormitory and straightening bed covers here and there. She tossed a package onto each of their beds in the process and continued to bustle around.

The sound of tearing paper filled the room as Harry and Ron both opened Hermione's presents, which both had landed neatly on the small mountain at the foot of their beds.

"Wow! Thanks Hermione!" Harry grinned up at his friend, holding up the small golden snitch that was wrapped in a small handkerchief,

"I'm glad you like it! Now you can practise at Ron's over the Summer!" She stated happily,

"What'd'you get?" Asked Ron, looking up from the pair of Keeper's gloves Hermione had given him,

"I haven't opened mine yet…hold on…" Said Hermione thoughtfully. She whipped out her wand, "Accio presents!" She yelled into the silence. Another mountain of parcels of reasonable height, supported by nothing, hovered into the room and collapsed on the floor where Hermione sat down and began to tear them open.

"Oh god…" muttered Ron, holding aloft the maroon sweater with a revolting orange-coloured 'R', "When will it stop!?" He groaned. Harry and Hermione laughed as he plunged his head into the sweater and emerged, sour-faced.

"What's that, Hermione?" Asked Harry suddenly,

"What? Oh. Nothing!" She trilled, pressing the package behind her back. Harry lunged forward and snatched it from her weak clasp, "Harry! Give that back!"

But Harry was deep in thought, looking down at the wrapping paper: It was a deep, handsome green, tied on the top with a green satin ribbon. The package was fairly small. He flipped it over and glanced at the label. He suddenly and unexpectedly gagged on the chocolate frog he'd been munching on beforehand,

"Malfoy!?" He spluttered, holding it up. Hermione flushed a brilliant shade of scarlet, and Harry snorted, "I wouldn't open that if I were you, 'Mione – it's probably full of a load of poisoned chocolate cauldrons! What's he playing at…" he wondered aloud. And before he had thought about what he was doing, he tore it open,

"Harry!" Shrieked Hermione, "That's mine!"

Harry ignored her, "A necklace!? It's probably cursed…" He added, tossing at aside. Hermione held in a shriek of frustration as it thudded dully onto the floor, but she didn't make to grab it. The friends tried to forget about it and for the next half hour the room was filled with only the sounds of present-opening and exclamations like "Wow!" and "Great!"…

Finally, Harry and Ron retired down to breakfast and Hermione made carefully sure she was the last to leave the room. When she'd told both the boys' she'd catch them up, and watched their backs disappear down the staircase she rushed back into the room and retrieved the necklace Draco had sent her. Her heart hammered in her chest as she fingered the gold chain. Was it really cursed?

Thinking about Malfoy's actions in the past, with a heavy heart and a sigh, she decided it probably was and went to hastily shove it back into the paper, but there was something else inside it. Frowning, Hermione extracted it from the inside of the paper and clasped in her fist was a small, folded piece of parchment. Hemione's heart beat faster and faster as she read the note, holding it in her trembling fingers:

Granger,

Meet me at 12:00 midnight in the astronomy tower tonight. Tell no one and bring no one. Nobody can find out.

See you there,

Draco

p.s. – I hope you like the necklace.

Hermione let out a sigh and thought to herself for a moment. Something definitely seemed suspicious , and she knew with all her heart she shouldn't go. But deep down, she knew that wild horses wouldn't stop her from meeting Draco that night.