Draco paced around the empty classroom for a while, before rushing out the door and up some stairs, coming to a stop in front of a painting of a fat lady dressed in pink. The look in her eyes had been too much to bear when she ran away, and he had to do something to make it better.
"Please let the password be the same," he prayed to anyone that was listening, before muttering, "Brandy snaps."
"I don't know if I should let you in dear. I mean, you are wearing Slytherin robes after all," Maybe this was going to be harder than he thought; the polyjuice potion had worn off already.
"If I know the password, what difference does it make?" He was getting angry now; he needed to get in urgently!
"Well if you say so, but don't blame me if they all pounce on you in there," She sighed, swinging forward so he could climb through into the common room. Heads turned as he did so, and they immediately recognised him. Anger started to brew, coming at him from all sides of the room, but there was no time for that. Draco ran across the room and up the stairs as fast as he could, looking desperately for the dormitory labelled '5th years'. There it was. No that was the boy's, maybe down this staircase. Aha! He opened the door and stepped in, quickly locking it behind him. A few seconds later pounding could be heard on the other side of the door.
"You're lucky they didn't get you, you know." Stated the familiar voice of Hermione behind him. He turned around, and looked her right in the eye.
"Look, I just came here to apologise. I'm really sorry for what I did, I never meant it to turn out this way," He muttered with his head bowed, sounding like a five year old who had just been told off for putting spiders into their sibling's hair.
"Now why don't I believe that, Malfoy? Too bad I didn't keep any of that veritaserum; it could have come in handy. Oh well, I'll have to make do with this." She handed him a small glass of a pale blue liquid, which looked like one of the truth potions they had made earlier on in the term. He swallowed it, almost gagging from the strong grassy taste.
"Sure, that potion came in handy, although now she'll only be getting the truth two out of three times," He thought to himself. He was sure that that was the potion he had just drunk.
"Think again, Malfoy. It wasn't that potion I counted out all those bloody beetle eyes for. What could it be?"
For a moment Draco was distracted, "She really does look great when she's angry," he thought, "Although I do prefer her when she's around 'Potter', so much more relaxed then."
"I look great when I'm angry, do I?" Said Hermione, knocking Draco out of his thoughts.
"Uhhhh," he mumbled, while thinking to himself, "Did I just say that out loud? Oh well, not like I can pretend I didn't now."
"No, you can't pretend I didn't hear that, Malfoy, although I don't believe you said it out loud." She interrupted his thoughts again, this time leaving him rather confused.
"If I didn't say it out loud, then how did YOU hear it?" This was just getting strange now.
"Aren't you meant to be Snape's prize student? Come on, don't tell me it's all for nothing." She was just taunting him now, which pissed him off to no end. "Why is this mudblood getting the better of me here? I SHOULD be able to figure this one out.." he thought.
"Mudblood now is it? And I don't think you're gonna figure it out any time soon. It was the potion. A little something I invented myself. See, I can hear your thoughts, but you can't hear mine. Anything you think to yourself, anything you see, I can see. Brilliant, wouldn't you say?" She was smirking now, something that she had obviously been practising, and was getting quite good at, in his opinion.
"Well Granger, since you've got me right where you want me, I'll tell you anything you want." A Malfoy admitting defeat? Surely not… But if he was going to win back her trust ("As if she ever trusted me," he thought with a snigger) he had to do whatever she wanted.
"I actually did trust you, once, Malfoy. But I got hurt, and it's not going to be so easy to get that trust back any time soon." She was boring into him with those deep brown eyes, just willing him to take the bait. What she didn't know was that he had already taken it, hook, like and sinker. "Firstly, I would like to know exactly why you started this 'campaign', and what possessed you to turn into Harry?" The way she said it, he was some raving loony. Well, thinking about it, he was.
He began thinking back to the first day he had really noticed her. When he asked her to the Yule Ball, when he saw her and Krum dancing together, when he saw them outside the stadium, when he worked with her in potions, when they were talking.
As soon as she finished asking the question, Hermione was hit with a wave of images, memories and feelings. But these were not hers. Draco was remembering, and what she saw startled her. Instead of a gawky, slightly outcast girl she saw a beautiful lady, laughing, frowning, sneering, walking. She saw herself through his eyes, and was amazed at what she saw. She also felt his emotions as he reminisced. Hate, anger, sorrow, joy, and even… love? As soon as she felt that, everything stopped. She saw nothing, felt nothing. Hermione fell to the ground.
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As Hermione fell to the ground, her brown hair caught on the bright blue flame left on the dresser, and promptly burst into flame. Knowing that the water on the nightstand was useless, as Hermione was famous for conjuring up waterproof flames, he pulled out his wand and muttered 'noli incendere'. It did the trick, and her hair stopped burning, although the fire had crept so far up her head that barely any of her hair was left now. He used a lengthening charm on it, bringing it back to its full length, and, thickness. In his situation, he thought, some people probably would have made her hair longer/shorter/thinner, but he liked it just the way it was. As she opened her eyes, he remembered why he had done all of those things, and as she leant up to kiss him, he thought, "I'm the luckiest guy alive."
-----Jump 10 years into the future------
"And that, my friends, is how we first kissed," Said Draco, lifting his glass to the roomful of people in front of him and looking over at Hermione, resplendent in a white silk gown, tiara and matching gloves. His audience clapped, and raised their glasses,
"To Mr. And Mrs. Malfoy!" They shouted, smiling brightly as Hermione and Draco proudly sat before their friends and family.
"Ahem," coughed Harry Potter, "As I am the best man, I feel it is up to me to make a speech at these such, proceedings. As you probably all know, Draco and I weren't the best of friends, in fact…" Harry launched off into the tale of their years at Hogwarts, and the following ones on the England Quidditch team together. It was, of course, a story that Draco knew well, so he took this time to look around at his guests.
To his right were Harry, Ron, and Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom (called Ginny and Neville by their friends). To his left sat Pansy Parkinson and his cousin, Blaise Zabini, along with his mother and younger brother, his father having died five years ago when Voldemort was finally destroyed. Scattered at tables in front of them were Dumbledore, Snape, the entire Weasley clan, Professor Lupin and Sirius Black. Earlier on, Viktor Krum had appeared in the back of the hall, but a quick point from Draco's wand had sent him flying off into space. Either that or Greenland, he didn't quite know. Either way, nobody could spoil his perfect day.
The whole crowd was smiling at the happy couple, and as Harry wound up his speech and Draco turned to Hermione, he thought once more how lucky he was…
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A/N: Yeah, I know, this was a short story and I suck at endings. Honestly, I just give up near the end and want to start a new one. Well, exams will be over soon and I will start a new one. It will be crazy and a bit mental but it will be funny. Ok I'll just shut up and watch the reviews not roll in.
"Please let the password be the same," he prayed to anyone that was listening, before muttering, "Brandy snaps."
"I don't know if I should let you in dear. I mean, you are wearing Slytherin robes after all," Maybe this was going to be harder than he thought; the polyjuice potion had worn off already.
"If I know the password, what difference does it make?" He was getting angry now; he needed to get in urgently!
"Well if you say so, but don't blame me if they all pounce on you in there," She sighed, swinging forward so he could climb through into the common room. Heads turned as he did so, and they immediately recognised him. Anger started to brew, coming at him from all sides of the room, but there was no time for that. Draco ran across the room and up the stairs as fast as he could, looking desperately for the dormitory labelled '5th years'. There it was. No that was the boy's, maybe down this staircase. Aha! He opened the door and stepped in, quickly locking it behind him. A few seconds later pounding could be heard on the other side of the door.
"You're lucky they didn't get you, you know." Stated the familiar voice of Hermione behind him. He turned around, and looked her right in the eye.
"Look, I just came here to apologise. I'm really sorry for what I did, I never meant it to turn out this way," He muttered with his head bowed, sounding like a five year old who had just been told off for putting spiders into their sibling's hair.
"Now why don't I believe that, Malfoy? Too bad I didn't keep any of that veritaserum; it could have come in handy. Oh well, I'll have to make do with this." She handed him a small glass of a pale blue liquid, which looked like one of the truth potions they had made earlier on in the term. He swallowed it, almost gagging from the strong grassy taste.
"Sure, that potion came in handy, although now she'll only be getting the truth two out of three times," He thought to himself. He was sure that that was the potion he had just drunk.
"Think again, Malfoy. It wasn't that potion I counted out all those bloody beetle eyes for. What could it be?"
For a moment Draco was distracted, "She really does look great when she's angry," he thought, "Although I do prefer her when she's around 'Potter', so much more relaxed then."
"I look great when I'm angry, do I?" Said Hermione, knocking Draco out of his thoughts.
"Uhhhh," he mumbled, while thinking to himself, "Did I just say that out loud? Oh well, not like I can pretend I didn't now."
"No, you can't pretend I didn't hear that, Malfoy, although I don't believe you said it out loud." She interrupted his thoughts again, this time leaving him rather confused.
"If I didn't say it out loud, then how did YOU hear it?" This was just getting strange now.
"Aren't you meant to be Snape's prize student? Come on, don't tell me it's all for nothing." She was just taunting him now, which pissed him off to no end. "Why is this mudblood getting the better of me here? I SHOULD be able to figure this one out.." he thought.
"Mudblood now is it? And I don't think you're gonna figure it out any time soon. It was the potion. A little something I invented myself. See, I can hear your thoughts, but you can't hear mine. Anything you think to yourself, anything you see, I can see. Brilliant, wouldn't you say?" She was smirking now, something that she had obviously been practising, and was getting quite good at, in his opinion.
"Well Granger, since you've got me right where you want me, I'll tell you anything you want." A Malfoy admitting defeat? Surely not… But if he was going to win back her trust ("As if she ever trusted me," he thought with a snigger) he had to do whatever she wanted.
"I actually did trust you, once, Malfoy. But I got hurt, and it's not going to be so easy to get that trust back any time soon." She was boring into him with those deep brown eyes, just willing him to take the bait. What she didn't know was that he had already taken it, hook, like and sinker. "Firstly, I would like to know exactly why you started this 'campaign', and what possessed you to turn into Harry?" The way she said it, he was some raving loony. Well, thinking about it, he was.
He began thinking back to the first day he had really noticed her. When he asked her to the Yule Ball, when he saw her and Krum dancing together, when he saw them outside the stadium, when he worked with her in potions, when they were talking.
As soon as she finished asking the question, Hermione was hit with a wave of images, memories and feelings. But these were not hers. Draco was remembering, and what she saw startled her. Instead of a gawky, slightly outcast girl she saw a beautiful lady, laughing, frowning, sneering, walking. She saw herself through his eyes, and was amazed at what she saw. She also felt his emotions as he reminisced. Hate, anger, sorrow, joy, and even… love? As soon as she felt that, everything stopped. She saw nothing, felt nothing. Hermione fell to the ground.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
As Hermione fell to the ground, her brown hair caught on the bright blue flame left on the dresser, and promptly burst into flame. Knowing that the water on the nightstand was useless, as Hermione was famous for conjuring up waterproof flames, he pulled out his wand and muttered 'noli incendere'. It did the trick, and her hair stopped burning, although the fire had crept so far up her head that barely any of her hair was left now. He used a lengthening charm on it, bringing it back to its full length, and, thickness. In his situation, he thought, some people probably would have made her hair longer/shorter/thinner, but he liked it just the way it was. As she opened her eyes, he remembered why he had done all of those things, and as she leant up to kiss him, he thought, "I'm the luckiest guy alive."
-----Jump 10 years into the future------
"And that, my friends, is how we first kissed," Said Draco, lifting his glass to the roomful of people in front of him and looking over at Hermione, resplendent in a white silk gown, tiara and matching gloves. His audience clapped, and raised their glasses,
"To Mr. And Mrs. Malfoy!" They shouted, smiling brightly as Hermione and Draco proudly sat before their friends and family.
"Ahem," coughed Harry Potter, "As I am the best man, I feel it is up to me to make a speech at these such, proceedings. As you probably all know, Draco and I weren't the best of friends, in fact…" Harry launched off into the tale of their years at Hogwarts, and the following ones on the England Quidditch team together. It was, of course, a story that Draco knew well, so he took this time to look around at his guests.
To his right were Harry, Ron, and Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom (called Ginny and Neville by their friends). To his left sat Pansy Parkinson and his cousin, Blaise Zabini, along with his mother and younger brother, his father having died five years ago when Voldemort was finally destroyed. Scattered at tables in front of them were Dumbledore, Snape, the entire Weasley clan, Professor Lupin and Sirius Black. Earlier on, Viktor Krum had appeared in the back of the hall, but a quick point from Draco's wand had sent him flying off into space. Either that or Greenland, he didn't quite know. Either way, nobody could spoil his perfect day.
The whole crowd was smiling at the happy couple, and as Harry wound up his speech and Draco turned to Hermione, he thought once more how lucky he was…
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A/N: Yeah, I know, this was a short story and I suck at endings. Honestly, I just give up near the end and want to start a new one. Well, exams will be over soon and I will start a new one. It will be crazy and a bit mental but it will be funny. Ok I'll just shut up and watch the reviews not roll in.