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),

Juuu Radcliffe, Golden Angel71, weasleytwinsaresexy (damn right lol) ca803, pobrediabla, Mrs. PotterWeasley and SugarHighGemini – u guys rock and make it all worth while!

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!

To everyone else reading my fic plz review it means so much to me and makes me update faster! YEY!

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 12:
Will I ever see you again?

And lie in your heart of hearts?


Winter was upon Hogwarts.

There was now a constant chill in the air and the grounds of the castle were coated in a thick, creamy layer of snow.

The quidditch pitch looked like a cake, Hermione thought whimsically, as she watched the Gryffindor's practice for their fourth coming match against Hufflepuff.

The snow was a soft layer of icing and the stands stood out like candles.

She was pulled abruptly from her daydreams by an unexpected figure tapping her on the shoulder.

"Ron…." She cried in surprise.

The red head had been avoiding her from the last match until now.

She eyed him warily as he seated himself down next to her and removed his quidditch gloves.

"Ron, I don't know what Dr- Malfoy said to you but……."

Ron cut her off briskly,

"it doesn't matter, we both said some things that provoked each other and I did something I shouldn't have done" he stated.

Hermione was silent – she would never know what Draco had said to Ron she supposed…….. Did it even matter?

"So…?"

Hermione peered up at Ron questioningly

Ron smiled down at her.

"Hermione I have these feelings for you, but I know that you don't share them"

Hermione opened her mouth, but Ron held up is hand to stop her.

"I miss you as a friend Hermione and if that means that we do not have a romantic relationship, so be it" he finished.

Hermione was stunned at his maturity for a second, then reached up and hugged him tightly.

"I'm so sorry" she murmured into his chest and Ron hugged her tighter.

"Don't be" he replied.


"Oi Hermione!"

The seventeen year old girl woke with a start and wearily pulled herself out from under the delightfully warm covers of her four poster.

She peered round the door to the seventh year girl dormitory to find Harry and Ron yelling up the staircase, their arms full of brightly wrapped presents.

"Its CHRISTMAS!" yelled Ron gleefully.

Hermione grinned, and dashed back to her bed and pulled out her gifts for Ron, Harry and Ginny.

She glanced over at lavender and Parvati who were still fast asleep and gently placed her gifts for them at the base of their beds with their other presents.

She looked down at her chest and her eyes fell on one last present, wrapped in emerald paper.

Draco's gift.

She'd bought it ages ago and it was really just a joke present.

A reserved sign shed gotten from a restaurant, used to reserve tables.

She knew he'd get it immediately and blinked back the tears as she closed the lid of her chest.

She hadn't spoken to Draco for over a month now and missed him terribly.

She could recall every part of their last meeting.

The way he'd confessed to the idea that he would die for her if he had to, that she made to feel things he'd never felt before, how they'd nearly kissed…..

"Hermione!"

Ron's voice boomed up the stairs again, shaking Hermione from these upsetting thoughts.

"I'm coming!" she called as she gathered up their gifts and made her way downstairs.

"So then I said yeah right – only if you came from Durmstrang!"

Harry and Ron collapsed with laughter as Seamus finished recounting his hilarious exchange with a pretentious Slytherin sixth year.

Hermione looked at Ginny and rolled her eyes, making the younger girl giggle.

"Who's for breakfast then?" asked Harry once he'd stopped laughing.

A cry of agreement went up from the girls, but Ron stopped them suddenly,

"Hang on guys – there's one more present for Hermione"

Hermione stopped curiously.

"but I have my presents from you guys" she confirmed, indicating to the collection of gifts by the fireplace, that included books, a new scarf, chocolate and a beauty selection basket from Ginny – who seemed determined to make over Hermione.

She was still unwilling however.

The delicate charm bracelet Ron had given her, bounced gleefully on her slim wrist as she pointed.

"It says, to Hermione, with regret" Ron read bewilderedly.

"With regret?" exclaimed Ginny

"C'mon guys" Harry pushed Ron and Ginny towards the portrait hole,

"well catch you up" he promised the two red heads, who nodded and left.

Harry approached the brown haired girl cautiously.

"What's his name?" he whispered.

Hermione jumped slightly, before turning to Harry in surprise.

"Who?" she asked in pretence ignorance.

Harry smiled at her knowingly, "this guy who obviously regrets letting you go, who has made you so unhappy lately", He probed.

Hermione sighed.

"Believe me you don't want to know" she muttered

"I think I already do" Harry replied and Hermione looked up at him questioningly.

"I came to look for you in the library one day" Harry explained and Hermione nodded.

"Its alright you know" the raven haired boy soothed her as her lip began to tremble.

He sat placed his arms around her and held her to him, rocking her back and fourth.

"Do you want to open it?" he gestured towards the beautifully wrapped gift, which lay forgotten on the table.

Hermione nodded slightly then slowly began to remove the satin like fabric that hid the gift inside.

"Oh my god!" she cried softly.

The fabric fell aside to reveal a tiny stack of books; each one bound daintily with a different colour satin and closed with an impossibly elaborate golden clasp.


Dear Hermione,

I found these when I was eight years old.

They were my great grandmother's most prized possession and I hold them very close.

They contain the most spectacular faerie enchantments and are completely priceless.

I felt they should belong to someone who would treasure them and you were the only name on the list.

I hope you like them,

D.M

P.S I am so sorry for everything but you understand why it has to be like this don't you?


Hermione gaped at the letter in her hands and then at the books.

There were eight in total and they shimmered in the sunlight that flooded the common room.

"It sounds like he's truly sorry" said Harry and Hermione nodded.

"So am I" she whispered.


The rest of the day passed joyfully.

The Gryffindor's headed back to the common room to play a giant game of exploding snap after breakfast and Hermione began to feel like her normal self again, as she laughed along with her fellow housemates as Rons eyebrows were burnt off, as the cards exploded.

She looked up once to find her eyes settle on Harry and Ginny; who were cuddled up to one another on the squashy armchair by the fireside.

Harry was read a book about quidditch Ginny had bought him, whilst Ginny lay contentedly, eyes closed and head on her boyfriends lap.

Hermione smiled hollowly at the pair.

How she envied them, especially today.

They were so happy, so wrapped up in each other, totally absorbed in their own little world.

Harry looked up for a second and caught her eye.

She smiled as he blew her a kiss and then they both returned to their previous activities.


Harry potter smiled down at the sleeping girl in his arms and felt a surge of happiness in his chest.

How lucky he was.

He looked up and caught Hermione's wistful gaze and smiling he blew her a chaste kiss and grinned as she smiled.

How dare that ferret destroy his best friend's happiness and love of life so easily?

Hermione had lost her energy and the sparkle in her eyes the last month or so and now he knew why.

Harry sighed and returned to his book.

He would have to sort this out he decided.