Disclaimer: "Harry Potter" is the property of J.K. Rowling. This is written entirely for fun and I am not making any profit.
Rating: I would say a T
Reviewing is loving ^_^. Also, I was thinking about writing a completely AU fic, made almost entirely of drabbles and I was wondering if anyone would be interested in reading it. Until this point, it involves Draco, Hermione and the House of Ravenclaw.
Their story unfolds like a lifeless origami.
First Year
They don't talk, they just stare, but while his glare is strong enough to convey his hate her eyes follow him with mostly innocent dislike. At this point in time, he's just a blipping point on the far end of her radar, so Hermione doesn't care that much and goes on with her days.
Second Year
"Mudblood," he snarles and – despite what her friends choose to think and the image she projects to the world – the word defines the way she sees herself for the longest time.
Third Year
"You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach."
Her fist breaks his nose with a satisfying crunch and she feels that, on the big scale of hurting each other, they are finally even.
Fourth Year
He does spout lie after lie to Rita Skeeter, but they leave the taste of cinder in his mouth.
So he tells himself it's the damned periwinkle dress.
It has nothing to do with the fact that, deep down, he thinks the girl wearing it - with her impure lineage and know-it-all behavior - is far too good for the likes of Potter the Saviour or Krum the Flying Duck or – something he won't ever admit aloud – for Draco Malfoy, the Amazing Bouncing Ferret.
Fifth Year
She struggles madly in his hold trying to claw at his face and - in a moment of weakness - he thanks Merlin and Morgana and whoever else is up there that she can't reach her wand. He's not conceited enough to presume she won't blow him to smithereens.
"I swear if you don't let me go, Malfoy…"
There's a swift kick that threatens his ability to have children, but he manages to duck in time while pressing her against the wall.
"Would you stop already, you rabid kitten? The old Toad is about to find out about your little playgroup and it's not going to be pretty if you don't take your army friends and leave now."
Her eyes go wide with something akin to shock.
"You're warning us?"
He doesn't blame her as her wonder has nothing on his. It's, as he's told himself many times already, the damned periwinkle dress.
Sixth Year
She keeps trying to talk to him, been since the middle of last year, but he evades her easily enough until one day he can't anymore.
So when she corners him in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom he quite literally spills the beans along with one or two tears that must not be mentioned.
Seventh Year
The Battle is vicious and nothing else is worth saying. But with Granger at his side, he still trusts into a future.
The origami swan folds itself back up and - looking into the brown eyes of his curly-haired blonde daughter – Draco makes it fly into the sky.