I threw my first chapter out there to see what type of response I would get. It has been pretty positive and so I quickly wrote the next chapter. The story won't just be from Hermione point of view. I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know what you think.
I don't own Harry Potter or anything that belongs in the wizarding world.
Chapter 2
Draco Point of View
The next morning before the sound of running water woke him from his dreamless sleep. Rolling onto his back he laying there for a long second, regaining his bearings before deciding what he was going to do next. Taking extra-long to get out of bed, standing on his feet, in long pen strip pajamas with no shirt on. Opening his trunk, and start hanging his clothes up in the wardrobe. Stacking non-school clothes on the chest of drawers. When the sound of water stopped, and a quiet sound of humming started to echo from the bathroom.
'Granger sings in the shower.' Draco thought to himself as he pulls together his items he would need to take a shower next. Pulling a v-neck shirt over his head before opening his door and tossing his towel over his shoulder.
Draco was caught by surprise when a toweled body and head ran from the bathroom across to the other door quickly closing it. Taking a second and examining the common room to make sure the coast is clear.
The bathroom looked as if it was untouched, and smell of something flowery and sweet. 'One way of starting the morning.' As he began to shower.
Once he was finished with his shower he came out dressed in his school uniform, only thing missing was his tie and robes.
Hermione was sitting on the couch, looking like she was going through her school supplies and arranging it in her school bag.
"Good Morning Granger." Draco said cheerfully.
"Good Morning." She said, though not turning to look at him. The feeling of uncertainty filled his stomach.
"Everything ok?" He questions. Coming around the arm of the couch, wanting to look at her face, ensure she was ok.
"Yes. I... I didn't expect you to be awake so early." She told him. Still looking down at her supplies and not at him. Having the feeling she was embarrassed.
"Oi. I didn't see anything if that helps." Draco telling her trying to ease her mind. Though he clearly did see the back of her bare shoulders.
Finally, she looking up from her school supplies and at him. Her big brown eyes staring right through him, as if she could read his thoughts.
"Thank you, it does. I will be more discreet next time." She says returning to her task at hand.
"Or I will sleep longer." He told her, seeing how truly beautiful she really is. He had his fair share of girlfriends and girls that were attracted to him. But never really ever desiring them. Now standing in front of someone that he uses to fill him with hate because of her blood status, and he feels something completely different, something he has never felt before for someone. Not even Pansy Parkinson, his once longtime girlfriend.
"I will see you at breakfast, I am not sure what McGonagall will need from us this morning but I will let you know." She told him, closing her school bag and walking towards the port hole. Before turning around one last time, giving him a smile before leaving through the door way.
'Wow' He thought to himself as he went to hurry to get his school bag together. If he could he would go now and caught up with her before she got to the Great Hall.
Pulling on his robes over his shoulders and grabbing his tie. Lastly grabbing his book bag before leaving out of the common room and down the hallway to the Great Hall.
Finally meeting with Hermione in the foyer of the Great Hall.
"Have you seen McGonagall yet?" He questions, trying to not sound out of breath.
"No, not in the last 3 minutes since I saw you last." She told him, both entering the Great Hall.
The enormous room went silent when they enter. No one spoke, just watched as they took their seats side by side at the table their Houses shares. Draco looking around at the end of his table and no one he recognized from his year had returned. From what he could tell only First and Second years had returned this year. In total there was only 15 students sitting at his House table. Though noting that all the house tables sat together and was extremely low in student attendance. Then noticing how everyone was staring at him and whispering about him, he assumed. It wasn't the first time that this has happened, but this time it bothers him.
Durning breakfast he sat in complete silences while he ate, every once and a while glancing over at Hermione seeing what she was eating and what she was reading in the Daily Prophet while she ate.
"Malfoy do you want to join me for a meeting with the Head Master?" She asking him, her eyes only on him.
"Sure." He stood up grabbing his bag, and holding out a hand to help her from seat. Both of them being quiet as they walked past a handful of Slytherin students.
"Blood traitor." A boy with brown hair said as they walked by.
Draco stopping and standing still. Debating what to do, he would usually would leash out and say something mean, but he didn't believe in Pure Blood magic anymore. He felt after seeing the amount of pain and death that Voldemort in flicked on everyone he didn't want to see any more pain. He took a deep breath and continued to walk with Hermione.
"That wasn't very nice." She said once they were out of the Great Hall.
"No, it wasn't." He said trying not to snap at her.
They walked quickly down the Hallway towards the Head Master office. When Madam Pomfrey walking towards them, when she began to wave at Draco.
"Mr. Malfoy, how wonderful that you returned this year." She told him, holding her hands out in front of her.
"Yes ma'am, how is everything at St. Mungo's?" Draco asking her.
"Everything is going good. I could use your help in the infirmary this year, I could have you come in during one of your free periods." Madam Pomfrey giving him a knowing look.
"Yes, I am about to see Head Master about my schedule, I will ensure its added." Draco told her, he could see Hermione face drop with shock.
"Great I will see you soon then." Madam Pomfrey patting him on the shoulder, before continuing down the hallway.
"I must ask, what did you do at St. Mungo's?" Hermione asks, Draco sensing her walking closer to him.
"After everything last year, I needed to do something different. I found out that St Mungo's needed volunteers so I went and volunteer there for the holiday." Draco told her proudly.
"Wow, what did your parents have to say about that?" She asks trying to watch his face.
"I left after everything happen. I have been living in a muggle hotel if you could believe it, in London." He told her.
"Draco that is amazing." Hermione told him, placing a hand on his arm. A jolt of electricity shot through him by her touch.
"Thank you." He said, Hermione's hand gone, but her hand print still burning against his skin.
"What did you do while working there?" She asks. Draco realizing how easy it was to talk to her.
"I registered patients, took patients to their rooms, assistant the healers whenever they needed it. I really helped with anything and everything they needed." He finishes telling her.
"That is great. Madam Pomfrey sounded like you did a good job." She told him, he could her leaning towards her.
"I enjoyed myself." He told her, liking how intended she was being to him, actually listening to him.
They approached the Gargoyle that jumped out of the way and a stair case started to ascend. Spiraling around first Hermione stepped on and then he followed her. He would follow her for the rest of his life. That thought shocking himself that he thought and like it.
Hermione knocked on the wooden door to the Head Master Office. "Come in" echoed from within the office.
Both enter the Head Master office, both have visited this office before for different reasons, never together like this.
"Good Morning Miss. Granger, Mr. Malfoy please come in and take a seat." McGonagall told them.
"Everything all right, when you arrived last night?" McGonagall asking him.
"Yes, thank you for letting me arrive as late as I did." He told her, sitting in the arm chair next to Hermione.
"Miss Granger, your schedule first. You said you would like to eight classes this semester, I looked over your classes you have already taken and the classes that still remain you need to finish school, and you only have five classes that you need to take. So, you will have more than one free period, but during that time you can fill it working with a professor or really anything you want. There isn't much that you haven't taken." McGonagall told her.
"That's disappointing. I was hoping to keep myself busy with classes this year." Hermione told her voice saddened.
"You still can, you can even assist me with things around the school and maybe even writing about the daily activities that have been occurring at the school, maybe even sent it in the Daily Prophet. Think of it as preparing for whatever job you choose after school." McGonagall telling her, looking from Hermione to Draco.
"Yes, of course." Hermione agreeing to being McGonagall assistant when she wasn't in class.
"Marvelous. Now you Mr. Malfoy you only need five classes as well to finish the school year. I heard about your work at St. Mungo's would you like to fill your free periods with working with working Madam Pomfrey?" She asks him.
"Yes. I would be fine with that." He told her, feeling Hermione eyes on him.
"Now on to the fun stuff, I will need both of you to plan the Hogsmeade trips for the year as well as activities to do for the Holiday Break in December. And Quidditch will start up at the end of the month. Mr. Malfoy will you be playing this year?" McGonagall questioning him.
"I haven't deicide yet." He told her. Truthfully, he loves to fly and play quidditch but it wasn't the same. His father wanted him to play, even bought the whole team new broom sticks to get him on the team. Then it became something entirely different, he wasn't playing because he wanted too but because he was forced too. Maybe he could learn to love the game again without his father in the picture forcing him to do things in a way he would never do them.
"Just let me know, if not you can help Madam Hooch with the scheduling of quidditch practice and games." McGonagall told them. "That's all I have for you two. Here are your class schedules and Miss. Granger, I will see you later today." She finished telling them handing them parchment with their individual schedules on it.
Draco standing and walking towards the door first, and holding the door open wide for Hermione to walk out first. Once again, he following her down the stair case.
"I have spells and enchantments this morning. You?" Hermione asking him. She looks up at him with her wide brown eyes staring only at him, her mouth slightly open, her lips bright pink. That feeling returning within him, a spark making him want to be closer to her.
"I have herbology this morning." He told her disappointed that he won't spend the rest of his morning with her.
"What do you have after Lunch?" She asks quickly.
"I have Potions with Slughorn. You?" He said rather too hopeful.
"Me too, I will see you then." She told him before walking away. Draco having to go in the opposite direction, down to the grounds and into the greenhouses for his class. As he made his way mindlessly down to his class, his thoughts only on Hermione. He could not shake her from his mind. If he was trying to do better, maybe he could end up with her or someone like her. After all she is smart and once you get pass the know it all mouth she was gorgeous. The craziest thought occurs to him, his mouth on hers, what would she taste like on his lips. Draco stopping in the hallway. 'Where in the Hell are these thoughts coming from?' He thought to himself as he started to walk again towards his class.
Finally getting to his class, the smell of dirt and earth reminding him that his has class, not the time to daydream about kissing Hermione Granger.
"Oi, Mr. Malfoy, welcome. Come in Come in. You are conjoined with my third-year class. I will have you working over here with plant that have medicinal uses. I want you to identify the plants and describe what their use is for." Madam Sprout ushering him to the opposite end of the class room away from the other students.
"Yes, Professor." Draco told her, starting to do his classes work and ignoring the curious eyes that watched him.
The rest of the morning he learned about the plants that could heal and ease the pain. He sniffed the plants and rubbed his fingertips against the glossy leaves.
By the end of class, he had finished with his assignment and began cleaning the dead leaves and sticks out of the potted soil. Putting it in compose pile.
"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. If you are all finished with your school work, I will see you next class time." Madam Sprout dismissing him early to lunch.
Draco found himself lost in thought as you let his feet guide him to the Great Hall for Lunch. This year was a handful of first for him. First time he didn't have a group of friends that followed him around everywhere he went. The first time he didn't have a girlfriend to meet his every need. First time he actually cared about his future and thought about what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. The first time he wanted someone that he could not have. For the first time he was the outsider.
Draco choosing to take the seat next to Hermione like he had for breakfast. She greeted him with a smile.
"How was your class?" He asks her, returning the smile.
"It was good. And yours?" She returning the question to him. Hermione sitting with her spells book in front of her and parchment taking notes from the book. She looking up at him from her note taking.
"Good, I feel like I smell like dirt." He told her, serving food onto his plate.
She did something he didn't expect her to do. She leans over closer to him, only inches away from his face and hers, she sniffed him.
"No, not like dirt." She told him confidently with a giggle in her voice.
"Thanks." Him told her before digging into his plate of food.
The owls coming through the window and dropping the mail off to its students.
With a loud thump, Hermione received a thick package. She opened it quickly.
"Look at you Granger, someone loves you. From your parents?" Draco teasing her.
She stops opening the package, pausing and looking down.
"Malfoy my parents aren't in the picture anymore." She told him in a quiet sad voice. Before closing her book and stacking it on top of the package, quickly slinging her school bag over her shoulder and hurrying away from the table and out of the Great Hall.
'Shit' he thought to himself as he watches her leave. He wasn't sure what he should do. Should he follow her. Should he just finish eat his lunch. He never had to deal much with crying girls before. He didn't like making her upset. He quickly ate the food on his plate, deciding he would run by their dorm and see if should in there and if anything, she will be in potions next period.
Draco rushing out of the Great Hall and up the stair case, taking the steps by two, and turning down the hallway that leads to their dorm room.
"Dracarys." He shouts at the portrait, the portrait swinging open. He quickly entered the common room. He gracefully moving towards her closed bed room door. Taking a deep breathe, before knocking on her door.
"Granger are you in there?" He asks. Waiting a moment before knocking again, after she didn't reply.
"Granger?" He says much louder this time.
Still no answer. Not waiting to make her madder, he chooses to not go in her room and leaving her door closed. And leaving their dorm.
He rushing towards the potions class, still worrying about Hermione. Finally, reaching his class and seeing Hermione sitting at a table with three other Gryffindor seventh year students. The table next to them was a table with two Ravenclaw seventh year students and the third table sat only one Hufflepuff seventh year. Clearly knowing where he was going to sit. 'Is this all of the seventh years that returned to school this year.' He wonders. If he could not get any special attention from Hermione, he was going to have to get it from a younger class mate, from the looks of his fellow seventh years.
Draco looking at over at Hermione, seeing her face was red and she was not making eye contact with him. He didn't know what happen. Did something happen with her parents? He wasn't sure but he didn't like seeing her sad. He enjoys talking to her and seeing her smile. But he wasn't sure what he could do to make this better.
He try's the whole entire class period to listen to what Professor Slughorn was teaching them, but his mind kept finding his thoughts back to Hermione.
After class he watches as Hermione leaves the classroom. Wanting to talk to her but the possibilities diming as she rounding the corner. She looking over her shoulder at him before disappearing down the other hallway. Maybe there is hope for him.
His next period he was spending with Madam Pomfrey in the infirmary. First, she had him restock the medical trays and carts. When a first-year girl from Ravenclaw came in feeling home sick, Madam Pomfrey giving her some kind words of advice and a motherly hug, before sending her back to class, asking Draco if he would escort her.
Draco leading the young girl down the hall, when he was abruptly stop.
"I would be careful who you hang out with. He's a Death Eater." A fifth-year Gryffindor boy telling the young girl, but staring down Draco with his two friends on either side of him.
"Cassie, do you know the rest back to your classroom?" Draco asking the young girl, becoming aware she was stepping away from him and becoming scared.
She shook her head up and down, telling him 'Yes' as she went down the hallway leading to her class.
Draco turning to fifth-year boy, and his friends. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?" Draco not breaking his eye contact with the boy who spoke to him.
"Aren't you supposed to be in a Death Eater meeting somewhere?" The boy stepping into Draco face.
"I am a Hogwarts's Perfect, you will return to your class now!" Draco raising his voice.
"You going to make me go back to class Death Eater?" The boy pushing Draco's chest.
Draco seeing only red, his father uses to push him around whenever he Draco did something he didn't like.
Draco pushing the fifth-year to the ground, "I am not a Bloody Death Eater!" Draco yelled.
"Draco!" "MR. Malfoy!" Both Head Master McGonagall and Hermione yelling at him.
Draco standing up fixing his robes and sleeking back his hair with his fingers, before reaching down to pull the fifth-year to his feet.
"Mr. Moore are you alright?" McGonagall rushing over.
"Yes, Head Master." The fifth-year answering her.
"Mr. Moore, Mr. Grey and Mr. Peterson please return to class." McGonagall order them.
The three boys hurrying off towards their classroom.
"Mr. Malfoy, I expected more from you." McGonagall told him before turning on her heels and leaving him and Hermione alone.
The look of disappointment masks her face. He didn't know what to say, he choosing to walk away, back to the infirmary. Feeling disappointed in himself. Now he will never make it right with her. His chances with her just went out of the window.
Get angry with himself, slapping the nearest column he walks by and grunting in frustration.
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