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Title: Everything Changes
Author: *Elizabeth*
Summary: Hermione and company are returning to Hogwarts for their seventh and final year. Hermione's Head Girl, and Draco's Head Boy. Will a new friendship bloom, or possibly even more?
Author's Note: Well...I'm a very new fanfic writer, and this is my first fanfic. I'm pretty sure this title has been taken, but...it seems as if it is the best title for it. As of right now, I have the first two chapters written, but I plan on just giving one at a time. Love, Elizabeth.
Special Author's Note for December 17, 2001: SHIT! I come to fanfiction.net to upload this chapter, and it's broken! Waaa. I don't deserve this kind of pressure. Shitshitshitshit. I wrote this in school, rushed home to type it, and then, it's done, and when I get to ff.net, I CAN'T UPLOAD IT! Comfort me, someone. Hell, I'll just have to try again later. I guess. Love, Elizabeth
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Chapter Two: Unspoken Problems
"Are you two finished eating?" Professor McGonagall eyes the two seventh year students. "If you are, it's time for me to show you your quarters."
Hermione swallowed one last gulp of juice and then nodded. "I'm finished, Professor," Hermione said, standing up. She turned to look at Draco. "Are you finished, Mal—I mean, Draco?"
Draco nodded. "Don't we just live in our regular dorms, though?" he asked as he stood up to follow Hermione and Professor McGonagall out of the Great Hall.
"Not quite." Professor McGonagall lead the two down the long hallway and up four flights of stairs. She finally stopped in front of a painting of the four House founders, who were all lying around a room, snoring. "This is the entrance to the study you two will be sharing. Before we go in, though, you two must think of a password. What do you want it to be?"
Draco looked at Hermione. Hermione looked at Draco. They both shrugged. "I don't know," they said in unison.
Professor McGonagall smiled to herself. "How about...hmm...icicle."
Hermione quickly agreed. Draco, however, frowned. "It's nowhere near time for snow," he protested. "But, I guess it's okay," he added once Professor McGonagall gave him one of her infamous looks.
The professor smiled, and woke up Rowena Ravenclaw. Once she had the password set, the portrait swung open and the three stepped inside. "This is the study." She watched as the two teenagers glanced around the room.
Their study was quite large. The floor was hardwood, and very, very shiny. There were two large bay windows overlooking the Hogwarts campus. There was a large fireplace, where a warm fire already burned, omitting a cozy warmth. In front of the fireplace sat two overstuffed armchairs, one red and the other green. The red armchair had the letter 'H' swirled on the back of it in curly gold script, while the green armchair had the letter 'D' swirled in the same script, except in silver. On each side of the room was a desk, with a swivel chair. The desks were already stocked with ink bottles, quills, parchments, and agendas, Hermione noticed. There was also one very large, comfy-looking black couch with fluffy black pillows. One the walls were pictures of Hermione, and some pictures of Draco, taken from their first year to their sixth year. On bare spots were bookshelves, which already were filled up with collections of books, including Hogwarts: A History and Quidditch Through the Ages. It was a very nice room, and Hermione could already picture herself sitting in front of the fire, reading a thick book, or doing her homework.
There was one door on either side of the room, and another at the back of the room. The door on the left side had 'Draco' written in a pretty script, much like the writing on the armchairs. The door on the right side had 'Hermione' written in the same script.
"Those doors lead to your bedrooms. I'm pretty sure you can figure out which room is yours," Professor McGonagall said. She pointed to the door at the back of the room. "That door leads to the bathroom you will be sharing. Please be considerate of one another, and knock each time you wish to enter, just to be careful. We don't need you two catching glimpses. Also, in your rooms there is another door. They lead to your respective common rooms. This part of the castle was bewitched so that this could be possible. Now I am going to set the ground rules. No members of the opposite sex will be allowed in either of your rooms," she said, looking pointedly at Draco, who blushed. "If either of you wish to enter the other's room, please be kind and knock first. As I said, if you wish to enter the bathroom, please knock. I'm absolutely positive that if Hermione had just gotten out of the shower she would not like it if you saw her, Mr. Malfoy." He blushed again, and she continued. "In the study, you will be allowed to have visitors, but do not give anyone the password under any circumstances. The rest of the rules are the same as the regular House rules. I'm going to leave now so you two can get settled." She turned to leave. "Oh, yes. Your things have been moved to your rooms." With that, she disappeared out the portrait hole.
"Well."
"Well what?" Hermione asked, turned around to face Draco.
"Isn't this pleasant?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. She ignored Draco and walked over to the window, where the moonlight shined through and cast a beautiful light around the study. Within a minute, Hermione heard a voice in her ear. "Romantic, isn't it?"
Hermione turned her body around, and found herself extremely close to Draco. She could feel Draco's warm breath on her face. For a moment, they just stood there, staring into each other's eyes, as if they were searching for something. Finally, Hermione moved away. What is wrong with me? Do I actually feel something for Draco Malfoy!? "Uh...so..."
Draco was getting more uncomfortable by the minute. Why had he just done that? Why had he just suddenly gotten the urge to run over to Hermione and kiss her? She's just a damn Mudblood. I can't like her. Of course I don't like her. There's something going on...ugh.
"Uh...well...I think. That is. You know, I'm really tired. So I'm going to. Go to bed," Hermione stammered. She swiped some curls away from her face. "Goodnight, Draco. I mean, Malfoy."
"Goodnight, Granger."
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The next morning, Hermione woke up at five. The sun was just coming up, and she could see it through the window in her new room. With a small yawn, Hermione got out of bed and grabbed her wand. She pointed it at her bed, and it made itself instantly. Then she walked over to the walk-in closet and pulled out a pair of light blue hip huggers and a lavender scoop-neck, and walked out the door to go take a shower.
Trying to be quiet, she tiptoed through the study and opened the door to her—their—bathroom. She quickly ran water into the large tub, and undressed. Then she hopped in, and just laid in the warm water for about thirty minutes, soaking. When she started to wrinkle, Hermione got out of the tub, wrapped a big fluffy scarlet towel around her body, and drained the tub. Then she washed her face with warm water and soap, and began to blow-dry her hair.
The noise from the blow dryer was so loud that Hermione didn't hear the door open. She didn't hear Draco Malfoy chuckling until she shut the blow dryer off so she could brush her hair out. As soon as she did, she whirled around in surprise, and faced a nearly-naked Draco Malfoy, who was wearing nothing but boxers.
"DRACO! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING! WHY DIDN'T YOU KNOCK?" Hermione screamed, pulling her towel around her more tightly. "DON'T JUST STAND THERE, GET OUT!"
Draco started laughing. "I did knock!" he exclaimed indignantly. "Besides, I didn't think you were up anyway, it's only six, and it's Saturday. We don't even have first classes until Monday."
"You think I didn't know that?"
"Well..." He began laughing harder. "Looks like I'm a bit dressed up for the occasion," he said, pointing towards his boxers.
Even Hermione had to smile at that. "I guess so." Seeing the mischevious look on his face, Hermione blushed. "And don't even think of taking those...those...shorts off, either!"
"Boxers."
"What?"
"Boxers," Draco said again, smiling. He took a step toward her. "They're not shorts. Even you should know that, Granger."
Hermione looked down. When she looked back up again, Draco was standing right in front of her. She was shocked by the closeness of Draco. She was even more shocked when he began to lean forward, until finally, his lips met Hermione's for a brief moment. Draco leaned in again, and gave Hermione a longer, gentle kiss. Soon, the kiss was rougher; Draco's tongue was in Hermione mouth, and he quickly made the kiss deeper and deeper.
Suddenly, Hermione pulled away, and pulled her towel more securely around her body. Images of Viktor Krum and how rough he was with her flashed into her mind. All the bruises he left on her body when she told him "no". How he had slapped her if she did something he didn't like. How he made her go on a ridiculous diet because he said she was fat. For two years Hermione had suffered through living hell. And now what was she doing? Setting myself up for it again, Hermione answered herself.
"Wh—what's wrong?" Draco asked, looking down at her.
Hermione looked at Draco, worry in his big grey-blue eyes that had previously held no emotion. Now his eyes were brimming with the emotions of worry, love, lust, and anger. Hermione could feel the tears ready to spill out of her eyes. "Nothing. Really, Draco. It's not you. I—I have to go..." Hermione stammered, gathering her clothes and walking out the door.
When she reached her room, Hermione quickly dressed, and then flung herself on her bed to cry. Damn that bastard Viktor Krum! He's ruined me! Why did I date him, anyway? Why did I keep letting him abuse me? Why did I lie to my friends, my parents, EVERYBODY when they asked how I got all the bruises. How I was getting so thin, and throwing up so often? WHY? Why did I let that Viktor Krum screw with my mind? I DON'T DESERVE THIS! I just want to be able to show my emotions to Draco. But what if he's like Viktor? What if he abuses me and takes advantage of me, and tells me I'm a fat cow? How will I ever know if Draco Malfoy is like Viktor Krum? I WON'T! Because I am too damn scared to get into another relationship with ANYBODY. All because of Viktor Krum!
Hermione drifted off into a restless sleep, tortured by all the thoughts of Viktor Krum.
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Draco was left standing in the bathroom. He watched Hermione's brown hair fly out as she retreated. "What did I do to her? Why did I ever do to her to deserve what she just did to me?" Draco asked aloud. He remembered all the times he'd called her 'Mudblood' or said anything rude to Harry, Ron, or her. "I don't deserve her. Period. She was too nice."
Draco walked out of the bathroom, the shower he had originally entered for forgotten. All he could think of was Hermione. He wandered back into his room, and sat on the messy bed. He cradled his head in his hands, and just sat there, thinking.
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"Herm!"
Hermione turned her head to look at whoever was calling her name. Running behind her was a new friend that she had met the previous year, Jessica Daniels. "Hey, Jess," Hermione said with a sigh. "What's up?"
"You didn't come down for breakfast," Jessica replied simply. "I asked Draco where you were. I figured he'd know, since you share 'quarters', or whatever McGonagall calls it." Jessica brushed some strands of golden blonde hair away from her sparkling baby blue eyes. Her face scrunched up in concentration. "He acted really weird, even weird for Draco. Mumbled something about, 'It's all my fault,' and then stalked away. Odd, huh?"
Hermione looked at her feet. "Yeah. Real odd." She sighed again. "Hey, Jess...can I talk to you later? I—I need to go do something. Homework," she lied.
Jessica looked at her strangely. "But...we haven't had classes yet!"
"Summer homework," Hermione corrected herself. She turned and ran down the hall. The truth was, she was going to find Draco, to apologize. To kiss him, and hold him, and tell him how she had felt all of their seven years at Hogwarts. She was not going to let Viktor Krum get in the way of her having a relationship with someone she had feelings for. SHE WASN'T! She wanted Draco to be hers, not that damn Slytherin Pansy Parkinson's, who'd wanted Draco since their first year. No. Hermione was finally going to get the man she wanted, whether some people liked it or not.
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Author's Note: Well, that's the second chapter. I hope you guys liked it! And, I'd like to thank each and every person that reviewed this fic.
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