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AN: I posted this story a few years back on another platform in another language as a practice. This is a revamp of the original story in English. So please don't be alarmed if you ever somehow came across it!
This is a light-hearted romance/humor fanfic, hope you enjoy!
Feel free to point out things if I didn't get any details right!
-Much love, Vesper :)
Chapter One. This can't be happening
When Draco Malfoy had his arm around me, smiling and saying his not-so-sincere greetings to Harry, Ron, and Ginny at the Gryffindor's table in the Great Hall, I thought I saw their jaws dropped. Figuratively and literally.
"What a lovely morning. I'm very glad to see the savior and his followers can no longer close the mouths. What do you say, Hermione dear?" He rose his eyebrow, with that scorn on his face. The same expression he had when I first saw him six years ago.
"Hermione? I need a reason." Ginny was the first one to snap out of it. She then said seriously, pointing at Malfoy then at me, "What is this situation?"
"Isn't this obvious? Maybe not to you, Miss Redhead-Weasley." Malfoy answered before I could. He rose his eyebrow again, the put on a smirk, "Haven't you heard? Miss Know-it-all is my girlfriend now."
"Bloody hell." Ron's eyes widened, "What have you done to her? For Merlin's sake, not love the potions."
Ron began to draw a cross.
"Weasley, I must say I often find myself wondering how in Merlin's name did you get to the seventh year? Oh wait, I know, it was because of Hermione's kindness. Don't try to make yourself sound good; I understand." Malfoy shot Ron a sympathetic look and nodded at him, "As a Malfoy, do you think I need to use something as despicable as a love potion? You know many are after me. It's this beaver's honor to be with me."
"You are a Deatheater's son, a ferret, a…" Ron's face turned as red as his hair.
"Ron, Mal-Draco isn't a Deatheater's son. You know they've always been on our side." I finally spoke, just so they knew I wasn't a mute, then I turned to the ferret, "If you keep calling me a beaver, then to reciprocate, you are acknowledging the fact that you are a ferret."
Speaking of this, oh well, the Malfoys were never with Voldemort. Their name was cleaned after the war. And hence, now Draco Malfoy kept his head high, walking around the entire Hogwarts like he was a hero, accepting girls' love letters with a 'charming' wink just to burn those letters in the fireplace, 'as a leisure', that was what he said. And of course, trying to not accidentally ingest any love potions.
"Ha, you are one crazy beaver. But I like that." He said, give me a more than faked adorned look. I was glad I hadn't had breakfast yet.
"So, how exactly did you fall in love with him?" Harry spoke. He was staring at me with a complicated look which made me nervous. Calm down, I told myself. I shrugged.
"No particular reason. Love is one of those things that doesn't need a reason." I smiled, looked up at Malfoy and he was looking at me. His expression seemed to be telling me 'good for you, Granger'. So I rose my eyebrow like he did, trying to tell him that he shouldn't ever look down upon me.
"Get a room." Ginny rubbed her arm, pretending she had goosebumps. She quickly turned serious. Well, not entirely seriousness, she was Ginny Weasley after all. The Ginny Weasley who formed the 'gossip girls' together with Parvati and Lavender, "But you have to tell me what happened when we get to be alone from these boys."
She proceeded to wink at me.
"That's not fair!" Ron voiced his complaints, "Hermione is our friend too. And we deserve to know."
"Since when did you start sticking your nose into Hermione's romantic adventures? You should just focus on your Lavender, my dear brother. Hey, stop that, what are you kicking me for? You think they wouldn't know because we are sitting at a table?" Ginny glared at her brother, pretending she was mad, "Be careful, Ronald, I might ask Harry to challenge you with a duel."
"I dare you. Harry is my best friend."
"Why don't I dare? Harry is my boyfriend."
"Please, you two. Don't make a scene at the breakfast table." Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the savior, was always-what was the word-I couldn't think of a more proper way to describe, at this moment, the only word came into my already somewhat disturbed mind was 'fatherly'.
"Seems like your friends are very occupied. Hermione dear, do you want to come to my table and have breakfast with me?" Malfoy said in an intimate tone, and he had the guts to wink at me.
"No thank you, I'd like to live a few years more. Parkinson looks like she wants to murder me, or worse." I turned down his offer. I didn't want to know how Parkinson would react if I went to sit by their table, with Malfoy being so close to me.
"Dear, no one's going to hurt you when you are with me. Disrespecting you is disrespecting me. You must know, you are destined to be Hermione Malfoy someday." He winked again, and his tone sounded even more intimate.
"Fu…" I almost said it but thank Merlin I didn't. I couldn't lose my temper over Malfoy, otherwise, he would think he got me, "Oh, I thought we talked about it, didn't you say you want to be Draco Granger? You always liked my muggle surname, don't you?"
Ron let out a burst of quiet laughter. And Malfoy wasn't as entertained as the rest of us.
"I caught you," Instead of having a comeback to what I just said, he paused and gave me a sly smile, "I like it when you swear."
"Oh please." I turned away from him.
He smiled again. To be completely honest, I did like the way he smiled. Though I'd never want to admit this, he was quite handsome. And when he smiled like this, it was actually kind of endearing. But, most importantly, I had standards. There was no way for me to end up with this prude, this selfish, pretentious, sly, devious Slytherin.
"You should've added, handsome, affluent, enchanting and charming." He whispered into my ear and like a coward, I blushed.
"How dare you attempted to read my mind!" I nearly gritted my teeth. Seeing my embarrassment, he smiled again.
"Because like I said, you'll be Hermione Malfoy someday, and we are the Malfoys."
"You've lost your mind." I slid my arm around his waist like I was hugging him. But in reality, I pinched him. I felt the arm he was holding me with trembled a little.
"You…" He cursed. I couldn't what he said, and I decided to ignore him.
In the end, I couldn't say no to him and reluctantly sat down at the Slytherin table. The Slytherins were staring me down and this made me more than uncomfortable. Hermione Granger was no lamb to be slaughtered by these wolves, I had to stand up for myself.
"Please, everyone, you can't get full by simply staring at me." I said in an unapologetic voice, almost like I was imitating Malfoy, "Yes, as you can see, I am currently dating Draco Malfoy. I'm happy to address your concerns."
"You are lying, you dirty mudblood. There's no way Draco would want you. What have you done to him?" Pansy Parkinson let out a squeak, point at me with panic and anger.
"You know there's something called love." I said, pretending to be empathetic. I lifted my glass of pumpkin juiced and slightly shook it, "I'd hope you know what that is. Also, even Draco no longer has a problem with my blood, what's that have to do with you anyway? I'm sorry, Parkinson, it only shows how unattractive you are. You know, how your dearest Draco, who you chased for seven years, was conquered by the mudblood who you hated the most, within a summer's time."
I shot her another empathetic look, shook my head and took a sip of the pumpkin juice. Suddenly, I realized the Slytherins were all staring at me, in complete silence.
"Are you sure you are Hermione Granger?" Blaise Zabini asked out of the blue.
"Yes, I'm sure." I took another sip of my pumpkin juice, watching Zabini shaking his head. I turned to Malfoy, "What's the matter?"
"You've changed." Malfoy said quietly with a frown. He seemed, well, bothered.
Have I changed? Since when?
It was when I ran into the damned Draco Malfoy during summer break.
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