Somewhere Only We Know
Disclaimer: (Sobbing) I don't own the characters or places in the Harry potter universe. (Now hysterical) I wish I did! I wanna be J.K.Rowling! It's not fair!
I also do not own any of the lyrics used in this story.
Summary: Mainly DM/HG with a splash of HP/GW and a dribble of RW/OC
Everyone has somewhere where they feel safest. Their own nook of space and privacy. What happens when someone unexpected steals it?
Draco Malfoy has stolen Hermione grangers table and she's not going to give it up without a fight. However when you get used to having someone around it's so very hard to let them go…….
A/N: Hey everyone! Okay this is my second attempt at a fanfic woooooo! I'm excited! My first one went okay but was a lil cliché so I've got an original plot this time and it's based on a true life story which id uber cool! So ENJOY!
And a huge hug goes out to all my wonderful reviewers: LuvDramione, lilmissgullible (thanks also for your comments on Draco's character – it was really helpful for this chapter),
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Lilmissgullible: yes Harry's scar hurting is highly significant but you shall have to wait and see lol!
Pobrediabla: No Draco isn't head boy lol although Hermione is head girl. Draco would make such a terrible head boy don't ya think lol. Bless his little death eater socks.
Warrior of the shadow: don't be so sure…….lol – keep reading!
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P.S: I have extended the lyrics used from just the one song by Keane to the whole album because hey that song is short! Lol
OOOH – just to clear some things up – when Hermione grabbed the port key letter, Draco had hold of her arm which means he would have gone with her.
Somewhere Only We Know
Chapter 10:
I know you think I'm holding you down,
And I've fallen by the wayside now,
And I don't understand the same things as you,
But I do
"Mr. Malfoy, I must offer you my greatest thanks and respect"
Albus Dumbledore, peered over his half moon spectacles, at the teenage boy seated in front of him.
The headmaster's office had a soothing effect on Draco's worried mind.
It was no wonder that so many of the students here found this office to be a haven in troubled times.
"What you have agreed to do is both very brave and extremely dangerous, but will be a huge asset to the order and I am very grateful for your courage"
Draco let the headmasters words wash over him.
He didn't feel proud at all. More worried and frustrated at what his future held.
Dumbledore spoke again
"Tell me Draco" he asked gently
"Is there anyone who knows about our arrangement, apart from the necessary teaching staff and order members?"
Draco began to shake his head, and then paused.
"Hermione granger does sir" he corrected.
Dumbledore, instead of becoming angry like Draco had expected, smiled warmly.
"Ah, yes, miss granger" he echoed.
He stood up and wandered over to where Fawkes the phoenix was perched.
He stroked the birds head in contemplation.
"I have noticed the effect our young head girl has had on you, Draco" he relieved
Draco went to interrupt the professor, to deny any such effect.
"miss grangers presence in your life has had a good effect on your ideals and morals, but I am wondering whether there may come a time when you might put yourself in a fatal position to ensure her safety……..?"
The old wizard's message was too close to the truth for Draco's liking.
He had often wondered whose life he would put first if it came to it – his or Hermione's.
And he knew that it would always be the latter.
Hermione laughed as Ron tumbled off his broom and waved an angry fist at his sister, who had just knocked him off.
"That'll teach you to show off!" Ginny called, between fits of giggles.
Harry grinned broadly at the sight of a mud covered Ron.
The winter had finally hit Hogwarts and the Gryffindor quidditch team were less then pleased.
The rain had made the ground thick with mud and the howling wind roared in their ears as they tried to fit in one more practice before Saturday's game against Slytherin.
Draco was nervous Hermione knew.
He'd had little time to prepare with everything else that was on his mind recently.
But his team were in good shape and Draco was an excellent flyer.
Hermione had her doubts on a Gryffindor team victory.
Ron brushed himself down and picked up his broom, a scowl still on his face.
He made his way over to Hermione and seated himself next to her.
"I could kill my sister sometimes" he muttered, glaring furiously at Ginny, who was currently chasing Harry round the quidditch pitch attempting to throw mud at him.
Hermione knew he wasn't referring to the recent flying incident, but to the fact that his best friend and his sister were dating.
"If she's happy Ron, you should be too" she smiled, taking his hand in hers.
"And you wish for a better guy then Harry really" she added, watching as Harry swept Ginny into his arms, placing a chaste kiss on her lips.
A swirling feeling of jealousy erupted in the pit of her stomach. How she wanted what her friends had…….
Hermione turned to face Ron, just as he leaned forwards towards her.
Hermione gulped and turned her head slightly so Ron's clumsy kiss just brushed the corner of her mouth, instead of her lips.
She jumped up quickly, breaking the embrace and blushed at the adoring look in Ron's eyes.
"I should get going, I've got a ton of homework to do" she muttered her excuse and began to clamber down the stands hastily.
"Wait!" called Ron, dashing after her
She paused and waited for him to catch up.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmede with me tomorrow before the match?" he asked hopefully.
"I er….. I can't" Hermione said slowly, "I have a meeting with Dumbledore – head girl stuff" she lied quickly.
Rons face fell and Hermione felt a pang of guilt.
She was meeting Draco tomorrow and she had a gift for him.
"Oh ok" Ron said sadly. Then forced a smile back on to his face
"Ill see you at the game then!" he said, before watching her walk away, up the green and into the castle.
Hermione bounded into the library, eager to see Draco.
It was the morning of the long awaited quidditch match of the season and it was the perfect weather for flying; cold with a hint of sunlight peering through the frosty white clouds.
Draco was crouched over a note book, tracing lines from sketches of tiny quidditch players to pencil hoops.
He stabbed at them with his wand, watched as they flew in his designated directions then cursed and ripped the page out of his book, setting it on fire in his frustration.
"Whoa! Calm down!" Hermione said in amusement at the scene shed just witnessed.
Draco looked up and smiled a true smile at her.
He cleared a space for her things on the table and she sat down, piling her many books on to the wooden surface.
"Here, I've got something that might be better then paper" she smiled, handing him a small ornate wooden box.
"I got one like this for Harry last Christmas and he loves it so……"
Draco opened the box curiously, and watched in amazement as a miniature quidditch pitch unfolded in front of him, complete with tiny players and balls.
"Hermione!" Draco whispered in awe, "This is incredible!"
Hermione watched in amusement as the teenage boy directed the players round the hoops and stands.
"I thought it might help" she said, embarrassed at his intense love of her gift.
Draco looked up at her, catching her eye.
He reached across the table as if to take her hand, but as he did so, a shock of electricity bolted down both of their fingertips and they pulled away abruptly.
Hermione blushed a deep puce colour.
"I should go" she muttered, clumsily gathering her books
Draco nodded, not knowing what had just happened.
He watched as she darted out of the library, before turning back to his gift.
When had he and Hermione granger gotten this close? So close they gave each other presents.
Hermione wrapped her heavy black cloak around her more tightly as a gust of freezing December air blew across the quidditch pitch.
She grinned and waved at Harry, Ron and Ginny as they walked out onto the pitch, from the Gryffindor changing rooms.
Harry, who had been appointed quidditch captain, led the gaggle of red and gold clad players, his arm casually slung round Ginny's shoulders.
Ron looked up to catch Hermione's eye and blew her a kiss, making her blush. Parvati and lavender cooed at Ron's romantic gesture, but Hermione brushed it off hastily.
Suddenly, Hermione's attention was caught by a flash of green and silver at the other end of the pitch.
She couldn't help smiling as Draco swaggered onto the pitch arrogantly.
His team mates followed in a similar fashion but none could quite match Draco's casual attitude, which Hermione knew to be pretence – he was secretly terrified.
The stands fell to a deathly silence as madam hooch asked the captains to shake hands.
The potter / Malfoy rivalry was legendry and they were expecting a show.
However, they were disappointed as Draco gladly shook Harry's hand and even wished him good luck.
Only Hermione knew why.
Draco caught her eye and winked. Hermione suppressed a smile.
Draco knew how she detested his and Harry's rivalry and how desperate she was for them to get along.
The teams mounted their brooms and on the whistle, madam hooch released the balls.
The snitch disappeared almost immediately and Hermione watched as Draco and Harry flew higher and higher to gain a full view of the pitch.
Hermione unwillingly dragged her attention away from the two seekers, as Ron saved a Slytherin goal and whooped loudly.
He waved at her excitedly and she returned the gesture half heartedly.
Her eyes flitted back to Draco again and was startled to see his eyes on her, a frown forming on his pale features.
She smiled tentatively up at him, but stopped as his eyes narrowed, this time at Ron.
Oh no, Hermione thought, he thinks Ron and I are an item.
She couldn't say why this bothered her so much……
She lost interest in the game and kept her eyes on Draco, who was now ignoring her, but glaring at Ron.
She jumped abruptly as Harry suddenly shot downwards. He had seen the snitch!
Draco dived after him and gained on him quickly.
Harry was on a faster broom, but Draco's lean, aero dynamic flying style, meant he was much faster then Harry and he over took him, clasping his fingers round the tiny fluttering snitch, seconds later.
Harry pulled out of the dive, scowling furiously; as he watched the Slytherin's erupt with cheers and applause.
The Gryffindor team landed dispiritedly as the Slytherin team did a lap of victory round the stands, led by Draco – the snitch still fluttering in his hand.
Hermione dashed down the stands and out onto the field to consol her house's team.
Where is Ron, she wondered, for a second.
Her answer came sooner then she imagined though, as angry yells could be heard from high above.
Ron was shooting curses left and right at Draco, who was doing his best to dodge them, unable to hold onto the snitch and his broom, whilst finding his wand.
Hermione watched in slow motion as Draco let go of his broom for a second to grab his wand, and as he did so, one of Rons spells hit him head on.
Hermione's ears filled with the roar of the crowd as Draco fell and hit the ground, from forty feet up, with a sickening crack.
Without thinking, she dashed across the pitch, and knelt down at Draco's side.
His face was a deathly white colour and his leg and right arm lay at odd angles to his body.
Hermione caught a glimpse of a dark patch on his arm, from under his robes and hastily pulled the sleeve of his quidditch robes down.
That was a secret she was sure Draco wanted to remain unknown to his fellow students.
She stepped back as Dumbledore and Snape arrived on the scene and levitated Draco's body towards the hospital wing.
Hermione was surprised to find her eyes damp with worried tears and she wiped them slyly away before returning to the Gryffindor team, where professor McGonagall was screaming at Ron.
"How could you be so stupid Ronald Weasley!" she yelled,
"Starting a fight at forty feet! Starting a fight at all!"
Hermione sent Ron a confused look, but he didn't return it. He simply shrugged it off.
What had Draco said to him, Hermione wondered.