AN: If anyone was confused, it's a Dramione anddd a Harmony fanfic. Draco and Harry like Hermione. I know I didn't build up the Draco/Hermione much, I apologize. I have a hard time starting stories, but it will get better as we go along! Thanks for the reviews and follows, guys.
(Hermione POV)
Hermione woke up groggily, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. She looked around the fourth year girls dormitory, seeing scattered dresses, make up, and lord knows what else strewn about the floor. Lavender was snoring loudly next to her, which gave Hermione another reason to be annoyed by the girl. She pushed her legs off the side of the bed and began to recall the events from the night before. Oh my…No, that had to be a dream, Hermione though. There was no way that Malfoy, DRACO MALFOY, had spoken to her like that. Of all people! And there was definitely no way that Hermione had hugged him.
"Nope. Nooo way," Hermione said quietly to herself as she grabbed her towel and other toiletries, her head was spinning already. True, Draco only said one remotely mean thing to her last night, but that was it. It was still something harsh though! Hermione started and stepped into the shower, hoping the steam would hold back the approaching headache from all of this confusion.
"WHAT?" Hermione heard from outside the bathroom, loud enough that the speaker seemed to be directly behind her. She changed quickly and stepped outside to see what was the matter.
"Hermione Granger? With Draco Malfoy? No," she saw the back of Parvati's braid move as she laughed through her response. "Who in the world told you that? Hermione is too bright to do something that stupid!" Hermione saw that Padma was facing her, eyes wide and looking back and forth between Parvati and Hermione. "What are you looking at?" Parvati said, slowly turning around. "Oh. Oh! Hermione, please explain this silly rumor going around about you and Draco talking last night. I mean come on, who made THAT up, right?" she explained, putting a hand on her hip. Hermione's face turned red and she rushed back to the dorms.
"Oh my God!" she heard one of the Patil twins say as she rushed back to her room. There were several footsteps behind her; these girls wanted to know what was up and Hermione wasn't even sure she knew herself. She decided to change her path and head to the library; hopefully everybody would be eating breakfast, talking about the events of last night, or sleeping in on this gloomy Saturday.
As she entered the library, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, for there was no one else in there. She quickly grabbed the book Mad Eye requested that they read for their essay, which was due in two weeks but Hermione wanted to get a head start. She sat down at a random table, opened the book, and let her worries disappear for a short while.
(Harry POV)
"Get up ya bloke or you'll miss breakfast! Dumbledore had some special food prepared for us today," Seamus yelled, throwing pillows at Harry.
"Alright, alright! I'm up Seamus! Blimey…" Harry said, kicking his legs off the bed and pushing his feet into his slippers. "Ron! Ron get up!" Harry scuttled over to Ron and started to shake his shoulders.
"Umph…o-okay mum…five more minutes," Ron mumbled, turning over and pulling the blanket to his chin.
"Your loss, mate," Harry said, turning to the door to head out to the cafeteria with the other fourth year boys. Harry noticed Neville dragging behind. "You okay there, Neville?" he asked.
"Huh? Oh yeah! Yeah, I'm fine. Stayed out pretty late last night," Neville let out a small laugh, "Me! Late! Who would have thought?"
"With Ginny, I suppose?"
"Yeah," he rubbed the back of his neck, "Ron said it was fine that I take her, but I mean I don't really know if it's still okay," he said nervously.
"I'm sure it's fine. C'mon, let's go," Harry consoled and patted Neville on his back as they headed through the portrait hole.
"She's really great, Harry. I like her a lot. I know she's a year younger but what does age matter, really?" Neville droned on about last night as they walked through the corridors of Hogwarts.
As Harry entered the Great Hall, a wave of noise hit him in the face. Everyone seemed to be here talking about last night's events.
"Dude I totally got to third base-" said a fifth year Hufflepuff, stuffing a muffin in his mouth.
"He was the sweetest! Really," cooed a seventh year Ravenclaw to her friends. Harry just rolled his eyes, remembering the awkwardness of last night. His eyes scanned the Gryffindor table to see if Hermione was there-oh. The memory of last night rushed into his mind. Now he remembered. Hermione was canoodling with Draco on the stairs after a night with Viktor. He shuddered.
"Harry!" Dean waved over to where Harry's other friends were sitting. Harry snapped out of his daze and took a seat next to him. He filled his plate with a few pieces of bacon and a biscuit; he wasn't too hungry after remembering the night before.
"Get anywhere last night, Harry? If you know what I mean," Seamus chuckled loudly and Dean made wolf whistle noises.
"No…it was rather awkward, actually," Harry admitted, looking down at his plate.
"Aw, that sure sucks," Dean said. "But listen, there were totally some Beauxbattons girls checking me out-" He started, but Harry didn't want to pay any more attention. His eyes drifted up and started to look around the room again. He saw Draco enter with his usual crew, but there was something different about him. His expression was softer, and he wasn't strutting about like he always does. He too was looking around the room, mainly the Gryffindor table. Anger boiled within Harry, he clenched his fists and stood up. Draco's eyes met his for a brief second, like he knew what Harry knew. Draco's face turned back into his usual sneer and walked back out of the cafeteria. Harry sat back down and held a firm grip on his cup. He couldn't help but wonder where Hermione was right now, and he didn't dare expose the Marauder's Map to the chaotic breakfast; it could get damaged.
"Blimey Harry what was that deal all about?" Seamus said, peering down the table.
"Nothing…it was nothing," He said, poking the remaining bacon with his fork.
"Oh! That reminds me, Harry did you hear about Hermione, huh?" Seamus said, excitement in his voice.
"What's that?" Harry said angrily, knowing what was following it.
"Rumor has it," Seamus slouched inwards towards the table "that Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy had a 'thing' last night."
"A thing? How do you mean?" Dean said.
"She went with Viktor Krum, remember? She wouldn't do that," Neville denied. "Besides, why would a Gryffindor, especially Hermione, have a..uh..'thing' with a Slytherin, especially Malfoy! That's just rubbish, that is."
"There are some girls who swear it's true," Seamus nodded.
"Well of course some bloody girls said it you oaf," Dean said, rolling his eyes.
"Whatever! You guys will soil your robes whenever you find out that it's true," Seamus stuffed a roll into his mouth and grabbed his gauntlet.
"What about Ron? Didn't he fancy her a little?" Neville said, looking directly at Harry.
"I don't know. I-uh, I got to go and use the loo," Harry said hastily, getting up and quickly walking out of the Great Hall. This just made his head hurt. He needed to find Hermione and straighten this out before things started to get out of hand. Lord knows what Ron will do about this whole situation…
A/N: Yay update! Sorry it took so long. I was going to do it last week but every time I wanted to write, my dad wanted to get on the computer. I'll try to update faster, depending on the reviews I get.
