AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, ya'll Dramione shippers are CRAZY.

This was meant to be a one-shot but you all wanted more soooooo you're getting more! It's not going to be a multi-chapter fic per-say… It's more going to be a series of one-shots. Some of them will link to each other and some will just be stand-alones. They will all have two things in common though: cute Dramione fluff and flowers.

The chapters will also vary in length, so some will be as long as the first one, and some will be quite a bit shorter.

Thank you so much to patty cake rocks, Steph, CatAnimagus, DepressedAleera, Suzululu4moe, Sparkle15, NekoDarkHeart and two guest reviewers for reviewing the last chapter.

This chapter is dedicated to Elizabeth Daughter of Apollo, Ilena Petrova, 999, Icelynne, TiaMalfoy1D, WinterRavens25, bhalesfb, jackwriggs, mdasrridan, sillybabypanda, Legolas's Fried Potato, NekoDarkHeart, SabirnaLynn1913, puresteph, Maekitten and Awannabewriter23.

Also puresteph, happy birthday! :-D

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or else I would be a very very rich human.


The Bramble and the Sunflower

Draco stalked up and down the library hunting for a specific book on Potions. Being from Slytherin he knew that Snape already favoured him over a lot of his classmates but if failed the next class test he would still get detention. Normally Draco wouldn't care about class tests too much but he knew Snape could quite easily tell his father if he was to fall behind in his class so he needed to do well enough to slip under Snape's raider.

He eventually found the textbook he was looking for. It was one Snape himself had recommended for the class to read. He'd said there were two copies in the library but Draco only saw one. Someone else must have borrowed the other copy, probably a Ravenclaw Draco thought to himself as he picked up the rather heavy textbook and walking over to a table next to a window, setting down the book before sitting down himself.

It was already early evening so most students had gone back to the common rooms after dinner. The first year Potions class was the only one to Draco's knowledge that had a test coming up so the library was fairly empty. Draco had seen a few fourth and fifth years swotting up on their charms work but that was all. It was a chilly November evening so Draco stretched the sleeves of his grey jumper down over his hands, regretting not picking a table next to a fireplace but not feeling up to the task of moving the heavy textbook to the other side of the library.

Opening the book Draco flipped it to the chapter on dragon blood and all its uses, knowing that Snape expected them to be able to list them all by heart, and began to read. He'd hoped that the uses would just be in a simple list but unfortunately for him they were all given about three pages each, all with numerous examples of times when the blood had been used and ideas of situations when the reader could use it.

Draco had had a long day with Potions, Charms, Herbology, Transfiguration and a flying lesson, so he was really tired. He felt his head starting to nod and he gave himself a shake, trying to wake himself up. However he couldn't fight his eyelids which felt as heavy as lead, and without even realising it he had let them close over and fallen asleep.


Hermione sighed heavily as she skimmed over the book titles on the shelf. She knew for a fact that the Potions textbook Professor Snape had recommended should be here. She'd seen it herself when she'd been here earlier in the day but she'd had to run to her flying lesson before she could take it out. And now she was regretting it.

She knew there was only two copies in the library but she hadn't thought anyone else in her class would be as keen as she was to study for the test so she'd hoped at least one copy would still be there. Concluding that maybe it had been put back in the wrong place Hermione started to scan the other shelves and study desks to see if someone had misplaced it. As she rounded a corner towards the window something caught her eye. She giggled under her breath when she noticed that someone had fallen asleep over one of the tables. Well, she couldn't blame them. Their days at Hogwarts were very busy with classes and plus it was nice and quiet in the library. Hermione's laughter turned to a smile as she tiptoed over to see who it was that had fallen asleep. Her smile quickly fell when she realised who it was and she backed away slightly.

Draco Malfoy.

Hermione's hands automatically turned to tight fists when her eye fell on the Slytherin. When she had met him in Diagon Alley before the year started she had hoped she had found a friend before she had even arrived at the school. She had even given him the benefit of the doubt when he'd said he was sure he'd be sorted into Slytherin. She knew that Slytherins had a reputation at Hogwarts – and not a very good one at that – but Hermione didn't want to label Draco before she knew him.

But ever since Draco had found out that Hermione was a muggle-born he hadn't spoken to her. Whenever he was around his friends he would make a show of glaring at her or turning his nose up at her. If they ran into each other in the hallway and nobody else was around sometimes he would glance at her but quickly look away again, scurrying off as if he was ashamed to be around her. It was horrible and Hermione hated it. She'd hoped when she came to Hogwarts that she wouldn't have to deal with bullies anymore but it was just like when she was at her normal school before Hogwarts. Her Gryffindor classmates laughed at her for being top of the class and the Slytherins all acted like she was beneath them. She liked hanging around with the other Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff girls in her year sometimes but she couldn't go back to their common rooms with them, so a lot of the time she was stuck on her own. Harry Potter was usually quite kind to her, and although Ronald Weasley could be an idiot Hermione could tell he was a good person. She'd quite like to spend more time with the two of them.

But even with all that she couldn't help but wish that Draco would be kinder to her. She'd loved running around Diagon Alley with him, and she hated that something like her lineage would make him despise her.

Glancing down at the book next to Draco, Hermione realised it was the very book she had been looking for. She was surprised that Draco was studying for the test since he was a Slytherin and therefore Professor Snape would probably give him a good grade regardless, but she remembered hearing something about Draco's parents being quite close to Snape. Draco probably still needed to get good grades to appease his parents Hermione concluded.

Hermione glanced around her. There wasn't anyone else in this part of the library, and the rest of it was fairly quiet too. Draco was sitting at the short end of the table, next to the wall. There was an empty seat around the corner of the table next to him where Hermione would be able to clearly see the textbook without having to move the book. She bit her lip. She really did need to study for this test, but if Draco were to wake up he would probably just start shouting abuse at her, then she would get upset and embarrassed which would give him even more things to laugh at her for. Hermione decided to chance it, knowing that if she tried to move the book she had a greater chance of waking Draco up. She would just have to hope he didn't wake up as she was reading. Having made up her mind she sat down, pulled out some paper, her quill and ink and began to take notes out of the book. She smiled slightly as she realised Draco had been reading about the uses of dragon blood. Funny…that was exactly what she had planned on studying.


Draco's eyes blinked open slowly. He felt like someone had nudged him… Opening his eyes fully he saw someone sitting next to him, their head bent over notes they were copying from the Potions textbook he had borrowed. Draco didn't move, just watching this person, shutting one of his eyes when they looked over at the book so they wouldn't realise he was awake. He felt his heartbeat speed up slightly when he realised it was Hermione Granger.

Whenever Draco saw Hermione two things flashed through his mind. The first thing was always the moment in Diagon Alley where they had been so close to each other that if Draco had leaned down just a tiny bit he would have been able to kiss her, but as soon as that happened another thought rushed into his head; Hermione Granger was a Muggle-born.

He'd found out pretty early on in the school year about Hermione having Muggle parents. A girl in his year, Pansy Parkinson, was a bit of a gossip and had discovered this about Hermione and quickly spread it around the Slytherin common room. Most of it was fuelled by jealously that a Muggle-born was getting better grades than the pure-bloods but also because most of them, Draco included, had been brought up to see themselves as better than Muggles and Muggle-born witches and wizards in every way.

But Hermione…she was different in Draco's eyes. He'd been warned by his mother that people may automatically hate him if he was sorted into Slytherin and he did understand why. That was why he was so pleasantly surprised when Hermione hadn't ran away from him or yelled something cutting when he'd said he was going to be sorted into Slytherin. Hermione's name had been the first one to be called at the sorting ceremony before he had known about her being a Muggle-born. He'd been silently hoping she too would be sorted into Slytherin but when the Sorting Hat called out the name of Gryffindor he had felt his heart sink slightly. However when he had indeed been sorted into Slytherin he had been able to catch her eye at the Gryffindor table. She'd smiled at him and given him a thumbs-up. That had been the last good interaction he had been able to have with Hermione. Whenever he was around his friends, particularly Crabbe and Goyle, he had to act tough like his father expected, knowing that the two of them would inform their parents if Draco acted unbecoming of a Malfoy, and they in turn would inform his father. If that happened then he would be in for a world of pain.

But sitting here, watching Hermione as she studied with that serious concentration look on her face Draco couldn't help but wonder if his father was wrong. Were Muggle-borns really so bad? Hermione was kind, smart, funny, sweet and - Merlin help him for thinking this - she was also very pretty.

Draco knew his father was never wrong. But…he was beginning to think that maybe he was mistaken about Muggle-borns.

Just as Draco was thinking about this Hermione's eye flew to his. Realising that Draco was awake and was watching her Hermione's face turned bright red. She stood in a hurry, gathering up her things and shoving the book towards Draco. The book hit Draco in the face and as he rubbed his nose Hermione turned to leave.

"Granger, wait," Draco hissed, unwilling to be caught calling out to her loudly in case someone heard.

Hermione stopped and turned her head back to look at him, her face still red in embarrassment.

"Well…" Draco looked down, embarrassed himself now. "We…we might as well both use the book to study since there isn't another one here. Everyone's in the common rooms so it's not like anybody is going to see us. It's just out of convenience after all."

Hermione swallowed heavily but after a few moments of silence she nodded, walking back to the table and putting her notes and ink back down. "…It is convenient I suppose," she murmured and she sat down, trying to hide a smile that she was able to study with Draco. Draco himself did spot the small grin on the Gryffindor's face but didn't comment on it.

Borrowing some parchment from Hermione, both first years read the textbook and took notes in silence, the only words passing between them being when one asked the other if it was okay to turn the page over. While they were doing this Draco kept stealing glances at Hermione without her noticing. He found that he loved the way she would frown in concentration and how she would grumble to herself under her breath if she made an ink-blot or accidently copied something down wrong. Draco had to stop himself from chuckling whenever she did that.

However what Draco didn't know was the Hermione was doing the same thing when Draco wasn't looking. She kept glancing up at the Slytherin and smiling whenever he would start to gaze out the window, as if he was daydreaming. Then he'd catch himself and blink very quickly in confusion before shaking his head slightly and going back to copying notes. Hermione couldn't help but think that he was rather cute when he did that. She quickly pushed those thoughts out of her head, knowing it was pointless to think of Draco Malfoy like that. Hermione began to catch herself yawning and dug her nails into her hands in an attempt to keep herself awake.

They'd been copying notes for around half an hour when Draco realised he was running out of ink. Without saying anything to Hermione he got up and went over to the librarian's desk to ask for a refill. When he came back he came to a stop just as their table came into view. Hermione was slumped over the table leaning on her arms. She was breathing deeply and her mouth was slightly open, that little frown of concentration finally gone from her forehead. Draco smiled softly as he put the ink pot back down on the table and quietly pulled his chair closer to Hermione. Some of her hair had fallen in front of her face and Draco carefully brushed it back behind her ear, very aware that he was mirroring what he'd done back in Diagon Alley at the start of the year.

Hermione moved slightly and Draco jumped back, afraid that he'd woken her up but he realised she was just shivering. Frowning in concern Draco automatically pulled his grey jumper off and draped it over Hermione's shoulders. Her shiver stopped and she wiggled slightly as if she was trying to snuggle down underneath it. Draco smiled before gather up his things and leaving the library.

He stopped just before he left and turned back to look at her, still sound asleep. Leaving his notes and quill on a little table at the door Draco walked back to Hermione and pulled out his wand. Murmuring under his breath he conjured up a small sprig of a bramble plant – minus the spikes on the branch – and left it next to Hermione, its little pink and white flowers seeming to shimmer slightly in the dying light of the evening. Smiling one last time at her Draco gathered up his things once again and left the library, only missing Hermione waking up and smiling at his little present by a few minutes.

The next day Draco trudged into Potions. Even though Snape favoured him and the other Slytherin students over the rest of the class he still didn't really enjoy Potions, except when Snape yelled at Potter or Weasley; that was always quite entertaining.

"Oi, Draco," Goyle called out, pointing at Draco's seat. "Someone's left something here."

Draco frowned, walking over to his seat before he stopped short, his eyes wide. His grey jumper was there folded up with a single flower sitting on top. Picking it up and looking at it Draco began to smile when he realised it was a dwarf sunflower. He glanced over at Hermione's seat and she was looking over at him. When their eyes met she smiled slightly before turning back round to talk to Potter whom she sat next to.

"A flower?" Goyle frowned, leaning over to Draco. "Who's it from?"

Draco shrugged. "No idea. Don't care anyway," he said as he carefully put the jumper and flower in his bag.

Even with Snape droning on about how everyone needed to study for the test coming on before springing a mini five-question test on them as a very unpleasant surprise to scare them all into actually revising, Draco found it very difficult to stop smiling for the rest of the lesson.


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