This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Word Count: 1414
Title: Party Like A Gryffindor
Note: AU- Crabbe and Goyle died during the battle at Hogwarts the previous year, and the Slytherin's could choose to fight or stay out of it.
Warnings: Character deaths
Beta:
Golden Snitch
[Name] Crissie
[School] Uagadou
[House] Ogyinae
[Event] Missed Moments
(character) Draco Malfoy
Hogwarts
Assignment 6: Bonus: Photography: Task #2 - Boudoir Photography: Alt. Write a story leading up to an intimate moment.
Yearly:
Prompt 223 [Dialogue] "She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind closed doors she's latex and whips."
[259] Ravage
Seasonally:
Days of the year: April 3rd - World Party Day: Write about a house party. (can be an actual house or Hogwarts House)
Colour Prompts: Denim Blue
Tarot: The Fool: (theme) New beginnings
Hufflepuff Challenge: Fair
Astrology Prompts: Prompt: Word: Radiant
History of Spring: Season Of Spring: Prompt: Write about 'a long day' or 'a long night'.
A sudden bang sounded, and Draco looked up from his book. "What in Merlin's name was that?"
Blaise shrugged. Draco rolled his eyes, it seems like Blaise didn't take anything seriously, except, perhaps, chasing after girls. As soon as Draco opened the door from the Slytherin dormitories, he noticed what all the commotion was about- it was an explosion. It was a confetti cannon that had been fired, releasing pamphlets in the air in red and gold, with the words: "Gryffindor House Party" on them. Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes again, lest they are lost in the back of his head. "Why do they think we would want to party with them?" he muttered, clambering back into the common room. A couple of the flyers snuck in behind him, and Blaise grabbed one.
"Oh nice, a party," he said. "Please tell me we're going."
"You've gotta be kidding me," Draco insisted, observing his friend curiously.
"That Granger will be there," Blaise said, trying to sound nonchalant, but failing. Draco turned his frown on his friend; Blaise wasn't being very subtle about trying to convince Draco to go to this shindig. He had confessed the change in his feelings towards Hermione Granger at the beginning of the term, when Blaise had made a throwaway comment about wanting to bed the girl. Draco wouldn't say he was in love with her, but he saw more than just the curves of her body, he saw her intelligent mind, her witty mouth, the way she bit her lip when she thought about a question on an exam….
"Draco, you might as well admit it, you want to see her, and I want to have some fun, don't make me drag you," Blaise threatened, just as Pansy appeared downstairs. Her eyes scanned one of the flyers.
"A Gryffindor Party? Really?" she sighed. "Is this what our house has been reduced to?"
Draco laughed. "I haven't said I'm going," he argued, trying to sound dismissive.
"Oh darling, we must go, how will those poor Gryffindor's have fun without the party squad?" she gestured between them.
Blaise laughed. "I think all that's left is to agree, Draco," he said, sitting down on the big green armchair by the fire. Draco's eyes looked between his friends, then he sighed dramatically.
"I suppose I will need to keep an eye on you two then," Draco said, and Pansy exclaimed suddenly, "Yes!" behind him, causing Blaise to laugh.
Once Draco was alone in his room, the eight years were so few and far between that they managed to give each other some privacy, he let his emotions out. He sat down on his bunk bed, running a hand through his blond hair. He didn't think that for all the confidence in the world he would be able to bring up the courage to speak to Hermione or any of them. He saved their lives, but Potter had no idea how many times they did the same for him.
'What would Potter do?' he thought to himself. It was a stupid mantra, and he would never tell anyone, but so often that's what kept him going, especially last year. He laughed, and it sounded hollow, echoing through the empty dorm room, it used to be filled with Crabbe and Goyle, but now… Now he was left with constant nightmares. He often wondered if his friends would have fought against the Death Eaters if he was there. 'Would I have stopped them? Or would I have engaged?'
Draco walked in through the open portrait of the fat lady, with Blaise and Pansy on either side of him. He was wearing denim blue robes and trying his best to maintain a significantly sour expression, but when his eyes landed on the brunette by the snack table, his mask fell.
Hermione was holding a coffee mug, and she was smiling happily and chatting with her friends. Draco felt his stomach drop at the look Hermione was giving Harry. It looked like she was focused only on him.
"Hey, there she is," Blaise said, poking him. "She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind closed doors she's latex and whips."
Pansy chuckled at Blaise's directness and lack of decorum. "You should go over to her," Pansy suggested.
Draco looked at him like he had gone mad. "Why?"
"Surely, you need to go thank the hosts for the invitation," Pansy smirked.
"Bossy," Draco replied, hoping to escape the inevitable. Pansy just laughed.
"That's what you like though, isn't it?" Draco glared at her but slowly walked over to where Hermione was standing.
"Granger," Draco said, getting her attention. She looked slightly buzzed and had been watching a couple of the students dancing.
"Malfoy," she said. "Didn't think you would come."
"I couldn't deny you the honour of seeing me all dressed up," Draco smirked.
"You're a cheeky arsehole, you know that?"
"Don't forget devilishly handsome," he said and winked at her. Hermione laughed, she actually laughed. He thought it was the most gorgeous noise he had ever heard.
"To be fair, those two convinced me," Draco explained, pointing over to his friends who had also managed to find the way onto the dance floor.
"No more caffeine for you!" Draco heard Potter complain from behind him, and then he attempted to take the coffee mug from Hermione's hands.
"Oh no, you don't," she said teasingly, stepping back and holding the mug like a child. Draco was watching this strange display.
"Hermione, let me have it," Potter sighed. Draco laughed, and Potter turned to glare at him.
"I will not. It is literally impossible for me to do that."
"I worry because I care," Potter attempted again.
"Run for it, Hermione," Draco heard Ron teasing, and Draco found himself utterly confused by the entire spectacle.
After the two of them left, Draco realised he was still standing right beside Hermione, in her gorgeous silver floor-length dress.
"Sorry, Harry seems to think I have a coffee addiction," she shrugged.
"Which shoes are you wearing with that? Those gold heels that you had on at the Yule Ball would work well with it." His eyes were looking at the hem of her long dress.
"How did you know which shoes I was wearing?" Hermione asked.
Draco shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. "You looked beautiful, of course, I took notice."
"For a Muggle-born?" Hermione said, sounding pained.
"Granger, I never should have called you, you know, I was stupid," he said.
"That's an admission I never thought I would hear," she admitted.
"The truth is, we have both changed a lot, and I feel like it would be best if we could start over," Draco said, holding out a hand to her. She paused, looking at his hand, surely wondering what he was up to. The tension was building up between them. He almost dropped his hand, thinking he went too far when she reached out to shake his hand. Instead, he took her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing it softly.
"Have a little hope, Malfoy, if anyone deserves a second chance, it's you."
"I want to have hope, I can't help it, but I'm almost afraid to," he said, his voice was almost a whisper.
Her expression changed, and she gave him a curious smile. "Do you want to dance?" she asked, pointing at the enchanted music box that was filling the room with dance music. He followed her to the dance floor. As they danced, Draco could tell something was about to change between them. There was electricity in the air between them, and he noticed she was moving closer towards him.
"Hermione, I need your help," Harry said, his hand touching her shoulder and changing the mood of the entire moment.
"Coming," she said to Harry, "You go ahead." Hermione's emotions flickered across her face, and she took a sudden step towards him. The music wasn't loud, so there was no need for her to come this close to say something.
"Find me when the party's over," Hermione whispered, and Draco knew that she felt the same way about him. It would be a long night, but he would wait it out, and then after the party, the two of them would get to know each other a little better, without any interference this time, his intentions with Hermione Granger were anything but pure. He intended to ravage the brunette that night.