The Golden Trio was sitting at their house table, while the Sorting
Ceremony was finishing up. With a respectable amount of new Gryffindors,
Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Slytherins, all of Hogwarts was buzzing with
chatter. Ron and Harry were deep in discussion about Quidditch, and a few
first years were in awe as they saw Harry Potter. Hermione snorted quietly.
'No matter what's happened, Harry still had hoards of admirers. Except for
the Slytherins, especially Malfoy. I wonder how he knew how I got my
bruises. I suppose he has experienced worse abuse.' Hermione was lost in
thought, and quickly snapped out of it as the room quieted as Dumbledore
rose for his welcomes.
"Welcome, first-years," Dumbledore greeted "and welcome back, to old hands! This year, we have decided to do things differently"
Hermione heard Ron groan, and she and Harry gave each other the same knowing look and tried to keep from laughing. 'Ron could never go a day without eating,' she thought, rolling her eyes at the annoyed look plastered on Ron's face.
"Those of you who are wondering why there have been not been any Head badges sent out this summer, I will provide an answer. I will be announcing Heads today, as I know you are all anxious to know who your leaders will be," Dumbledore was beaming, and looked upon the faces of his students, "I apologize for the delay. The Head Girl this year is of the Gryffindor House, and I believe you all know her very well. Intelligent and a great leader, your Head Girl this year will be Hermione Granger."
Everyone in the room broke out into cheers and applause, minus most of the Slytherins. Hermione smiled broadly as Harry and Ron enveloped her in bear hugs.
Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling again. The room once again silenced, anxious to hear who Head Boy was. "The Head Boy this year is of the Slytherin House. Well-respected as well as intelligent, your Head Boy for the year will be Draco Malfoy."
The room was once again in cheers and applause. As Draco smirked proudly, all of the Gryffindors were giving Hermione sympathetic looks, and some were outraged. Harry shouted 'WHAT?!' but his shout was hardly heard due to the noise.
"Now, Heads please rise and come to retrieve their badges," Dumbledore said, smiling. "And before I forget. Tuck in!"
Food came out of nowhere, lining the tables with every food imaginable. The first-years were in awe again, and it was not only in amazement, but in repulse at how fast Ron ate his food. Hermione rose, as well as Draco and they made their way to the staff table. They somehow managed to stand next to each other, and Hermione refused to meet his eyes.
"Well, Granger, it looks like we'll have to share a common room now," Draco said to Hermione, a smirk on his face.
"Sod off Malfoy. And don't you try anything, or I will hex you into oblivion," she replied, glaring daggers at Malfoy.
As they reached the staff table, Dumbledore greeted them, eyes twinkling. He handed them their badges with warm congratulations. "I will have Professor McGonagall guide you to your new dormitories and common room," Dumbledore said, " I trust you can cope with your new living arrangements?"
"Yes, Headmaster," both replied in unison.
"Good. I suggest you return to your seats to eat, as tomorrow you will be delivering timetables to your fellow students."
They left their Headmaster without a quick 'Thanks' and sat down at their house tables. Hermione sat down in her usual seat between Ron and Harry. Harry immediately turned to her.
"I'll be fine Harry," Hermione assured him, before he could even say a word. He smiled, and turned back to his conversation with Dean.
'Why me?' Hermione asked herself.
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Professor McGonagall guided them to their new common room. The password was 'Ewigkeit.' Their Transfiguration bid them well, and left them to observe their new living quarters.
Hermione was glued to the spot. She stared around in awe, as she observed the Slytherin and Gryffindor entwined colors that lit the common room up. Draco watched her eyes light up when she saw the common room. She immediately went for the bookcase and scanned the books, and eventually picked one up. She fell onto the couch with an embroidered Gryffindor emblem, and began to read. He watched this all with interest. He smirked. 'Maybe I should annoy her?' he thought. Without a second though, he walked towards his couch and loudly plopped himself onto it. She looked up annoyed and he smirked at her.
"So, Granger. I take it you like this new common room?" he inquired, smirk still plastered on his face.
Her eyes lit up, and she replied "It's lovely, I mean--"
"I mean, of course you like it, you're sharing it with me," he replied matter-of-factly, "and you must be honored to--"
"Malfoy, you are such a prat. I actually thought you were trying to be civil to me! I must be daft if I believed that."
"Granger, stop with the drama," Draco started.
"Look, Malfoy. I'm not in the mood to argue. Let's just look at the rest of our new quarters and get to bed," Hermione replied.
Draco smirked. "Granger, I didn't think you were that kind of gir--"
"You know I didn't mean it like that, you git," Hermione pushed him aside and walked towards the bathroom.
Draco followed her towards the bathroom and they both stepped in and looked around in awe. He watched Hermione as she giggled gleefully as she looked through all of the soaps and fragrances. She turned two the bathtub and showers, and noticed that there were two separate doors, each leading to a different shower-room. She sighed with relief. She ran her fingers along the intricate gold and silver letters of her name. She smiled and looked around the room. The ceiling was shimmering with a faint gold glitter, and as she looked closer she realized it was a painting of faeries. She was in awe, and when she turned again, she noticed Malfoy staring at her. She caught herself staring back, and when he didn't notice this, she took this opportunity to look him over.
'She's changed' he thought. Her once bushy hair now fell into soft, loose ringlets around her face. He noticed that when she smiled, her teeth were perfect. She had greatly matured over the past 7 years. She had curves in all the right places. Draco took a good look of her and thought to himself 'She's beautiful.'
Hermione looked Draco Malfoy over. His usually slicked back hair fell into his eyes. The white-blond of his hair went well with the silver of his eyes. She noticed his perfectly toned abs and arms were visible though his robes, and looking over him once again, she realized he was genuinely flawless in his appearance.
Their eyes met, and his usually icy stare was warm and intriguing. She blushed.
"Like what you see?" he raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
"For your information you were staring at me," Hermione replied.
"Yes, but you stared back," Draco said.
Hermione blushed again. "It's getting late, Malfoy, and we need to be up earlier than everyone else." They walked together out of the bathroom into the common room.
"I know as well as you do that you probably won't get any sleep anyway. Those bruises will keep you up."
"How did you know?"
"Like I said before, Granger. I know a lot more than you think you do."
"You know nothing of my life. You know nothing of what I've been through."
"Look, you're not the only one who has problems," Draco said, attempting to be calm.
"Well you sure as bloody hell don't have any! You're rich, respected, and handsome, with a powerful family! I don't even have a family anymore! I'm not rich, I'm not respected, and I'm not even attractive! You know nothing of how I feel." Tears were flowing freely down her face.
"I know exactly how you feel! You think my life is perfect? Have you forgotten my father is a Death-Eater? Did you know my mother is under the Imperius? I am expected to live up to my father's wishes, you think I want to go through with them? I DON'T HERMIONE! I have no respect from anyone, it's all just fear. You say I know nothing of how you feel? I live everyday feeling alone in the world, and you have only just begin to feel the pain of loneliness."
Draco managed to keep his face emotionless. Hermione was crying silent tears, and they were pouring down her face like crazy. She fell into his arms, crying into his shoulder, whispering 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,' repeatedly. Before he could control his instincts, his arms were around her, and his face was buried in her hair, whispering comforting words into her ear.
He took in her scent.she smelled of peaches and spice. Never in his life did he think he would be in the arms of Hermione Granger, the know-it-all, mudblood Gryffindor, whispering comforting words in her ear. Hermione looked up at him, and the tears that were once flowing freely came to a stop. Their eyes met again, and he smiled at her. Hermione's heart stopped- Draco Malfoy just smiled at her. She smiled right back.
"That was.." Draco started.
"Unexpected?" Hermione finished.
"Yea.does this mean we're."
"Friends?" she smiled, "I hope so."
He smiled back. "Who would ever have thought, the know-it-all Gryffindor and the spoiled Slytherin, friends?"
She pushed him playfully, "What will everyone say? What will Ron and Harry say?"
"Potty and Weasel will never have to know," Draco smirked.
Hermione smiled sinisterly. "Agreed. Insults whenever others around, so they won't suspect anything. I think we should get some sleep. It's nearly midnight, and our first day is tomorrow."
Hermione turned to go to her room, but Draco lightly grabbed her arm. She turned to him, with a questioning look. He pulled her towards him and put his arms around her waist. Their faces were centimeters apart, and he leaned in and kissed her lightly. When they parted, he whispered in her ear.
"Remember to breathe, Hermione."
He turned around and opened the door to his dormitory, smiling. He closed the door behind him, and Hermione stared at the door as it closed. A silly grin was plastered on her face, and she subconsciously touched her lips. 'Conceited prat,' she thought to herself, smiling as she collapsed under the covers. A smile still on her face, she fell asleep.
A/N: Okay I know so far that it isn't as interesting as it should be. This is my first so give me a break here. Someone please let me know how I'm doing so far so I know whether or not to continue this story.
"Welcome, first-years," Dumbledore greeted "and welcome back, to old hands! This year, we have decided to do things differently"
Hermione heard Ron groan, and she and Harry gave each other the same knowing look and tried to keep from laughing. 'Ron could never go a day without eating,' she thought, rolling her eyes at the annoyed look plastered on Ron's face.
"Those of you who are wondering why there have been not been any Head badges sent out this summer, I will provide an answer. I will be announcing Heads today, as I know you are all anxious to know who your leaders will be," Dumbledore was beaming, and looked upon the faces of his students, "I apologize for the delay. The Head Girl this year is of the Gryffindor House, and I believe you all know her very well. Intelligent and a great leader, your Head Girl this year will be Hermione Granger."
Everyone in the room broke out into cheers and applause, minus most of the Slytherins. Hermione smiled broadly as Harry and Ron enveloped her in bear hugs.
Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling again. The room once again silenced, anxious to hear who Head Boy was. "The Head Boy this year is of the Slytherin House. Well-respected as well as intelligent, your Head Boy for the year will be Draco Malfoy."
The room was once again in cheers and applause. As Draco smirked proudly, all of the Gryffindors were giving Hermione sympathetic looks, and some were outraged. Harry shouted 'WHAT?!' but his shout was hardly heard due to the noise.
"Now, Heads please rise and come to retrieve their badges," Dumbledore said, smiling. "And before I forget. Tuck in!"
Food came out of nowhere, lining the tables with every food imaginable. The first-years were in awe again, and it was not only in amazement, but in repulse at how fast Ron ate his food. Hermione rose, as well as Draco and they made their way to the staff table. They somehow managed to stand next to each other, and Hermione refused to meet his eyes.
"Well, Granger, it looks like we'll have to share a common room now," Draco said to Hermione, a smirk on his face.
"Sod off Malfoy. And don't you try anything, or I will hex you into oblivion," she replied, glaring daggers at Malfoy.
As they reached the staff table, Dumbledore greeted them, eyes twinkling. He handed them their badges with warm congratulations. "I will have Professor McGonagall guide you to your new dormitories and common room," Dumbledore said, " I trust you can cope with your new living arrangements?"
"Yes, Headmaster," both replied in unison.
"Good. I suggest you return to your seats to eat, as tomorrow you will be delivering timetables to your fellow students."
They left their Headmaster without a quick 'Thanks' and sat down at their house tables. Hermione sat down in her usual seat between Ron and Harry. Harry immediately turned to her.
"I'll be fine Harry," Hermione assured him, before he could even say a word. He smiled, and turned back to his conversation with Dean.
'Why me?' Hermione asked herself.
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Professor McGonagall guided them to their new common room. The password was 'Ewigkeit.' Their Transfiguration bid them well, and left them to observe their new living quarters.
Hermione was glued to the spot. She stared around in awe, as she observed the Slytherin and Gryffindor entwined colors that lit the common room up. Draco watched her eyes light up when she saw the common room. She immediately went for the bookcase and scanned the books, and eventually picked one up. She fell onto the couch with an embroidered Gryffindor emblem, and began to read. He watched this all with interest. He smirked. 'Maybe I should annoy her?' he thought. Without a second though, he walked towards his couch and loudly plopped himself onto it. She looked up annoyed and he smirked at her.
"So, Granger. I take it you like this new common room?" he inquired, smirk still plastered on his face.
Her eyes lit up, and she replied "It's lovely, I mean--"
"I mean, of course you like it, you're sharing it with me," he replied matter-of-factly, "and you must be honored to--"
"Malfoy, you are such a prat. I actually thought you were trying to be civil to me! I must be daft if I believed that."
"Granger, stop with the drama," Draco started.
"Look, Malfoy. I'm not in the mood to argue. Let's just look at the rest of our new quarters and get to bed," Hermione replied.
Draco smirked. "Granger, I didn't think you were that kind of gir--"
"You know I didn't mean it like that, you git," Hermione pushed him aside and walked towards the bathroom.
Draco followed her towards the bathroom and they both stepped in and looked around in awe. He watched Hermione as she giggled gleefully as she looked through all of the soaps and fragrances. She turned two the bathtub and showers, and noticed that there were two separate doors, each leading to a different shower-room. She sighed with relief. She ran her fingers along the intricate gold and silver letters of her name. She smiled and looked around the room. The ceiling was shimmering with a faint gold glitter, and as she looked closer she realized it was a painting of faeries. She was in awe, and when she turned again, she noticed Malfoy staring at her. She caught herself staring back, and when he didn't notice this, she took this opportunity to look him over.
'She's changed' he thought. Her once bushy hair now fell into soft, loose ringlets around her face. He noticed that when she smiled, her teeth were perfect. She had greatly matured over the past 7 years. She had curves in all the right places. Draco took a good look of her and thought to himself 'She's beautiful.'
Hermione looked Draco Malfoy over. His usually slicked back hair fell into his eyes. The white-blond of his hair went well with the silver of his eyes. She noticed his perfectly toned abs and arms were visible though his robes, and looking over him once again, she realized he was genuinely flawless in his appearance.
Their eyes met, and his usually icy stare was warm and intriguing. She blushed.
"Like what you see?" he raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
"For your information you were staring at me," Hermione replied.
"Yes, but you stared back," Draco said.
Hermione blushed again. "It's getting late, Malfoy, and we need to be up earlier than everyone else." They walked together out of the bathroom into the common room.
"I know as well as you do that you probably won't get any sleep anyway. Those bruises will keep you up."
"How did you know?"
"Like I said before, Granger. I know a lot more than you think you do."
"You know nothing of my life. You know nothing of what I've been through."
"Look, you're not the only one who has problems," Draco said, attempting to be calm.
"Well you sure as bloody hell don't have any! You're rich, respected, and handsome, with a powerful family! I don't even have a family anymore! I'm not rich, I'm not respected, and I'm not even attractive! You know nothing of how I feel." Tears were flowing freely down her face.
"I know exactly how you feel! You think my life is perfect? Have you forgotten my father is a Death-Eater? Did you know my mother is under the Imperius? I am expected to live up to my father's wishes, you think I want to go through with them? I DON'T HERMIONE! I have no respect from anyone, it's all just fear. You say I know nothing of how you feel? I live everyday feeling alone in the world, and you have only just begin to feel the pain of loneliness."
Draco managed to keep his face emotionless. Hermione was crying silent tears, and they were pouring down her face like crazy. She fell into his arms, crying into his shoulder, whispering 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,' repeatedly. Before he could control his instincts, his arms were around her, and his face was buried in her hair, whispering comforting words into her ear.
He took in her scent.she smelled of peaches and spice. Never in his life did he think he would be in the arms of Hermione Granger, the know-it-all, mudblood Gryffindor, whispering comforting words in her ear. Hermione looked up at him, and the tears that were once flowing freely came to a stop. Their eyes met again, and he smiled at her. Hermione's heart stopped- Draco Malfoy just smiled at her. She smiled right back.
"That was.." Draco started.
"Unexpected?" Hermione finished.
"Yea.does this mean we're."
"Friends?" she smiled, "I hope so."
He smiled back. "Who would ever have thought, the know-it-all Gryffindor and the spoiled Slytherin, friends?"
She pushed him playfully, "What will everyone say? What will Ron and Harry say?"
"Potty and Weasel will never have to know," Draco smirked.
Hermione smiled sinisterly. "Agreed. Insults whenever others around, so they won't suspect anything. I think we should get some sleep. It's nearly midnight, and our first day is tomorrow."
Hermione turned to go to her room, but Draco lightly grabbed her arm. She turned to him, with a questioning look. He pulled her towards him and put his arms around her waist. Their faces were centimeters apart, and he leaned in and kissed her lightly. When they parted, he whispered in her ear.
"Remember to breathe, Hermione."
He turned around and opened the door to his dormitory, smiling. He closed the door behind him, and Hermione stared at the door as it closed. A silly grin was plastered on her face, and she subconsciously touched her lips. 'Conceited prat,' she thought to herself, smiling as she collapsed under the covers. A smile still on her face, she fell asleep.
A/N: Okay I know so far that it isn't as interesting as it should be. This is my first so give me a break here. Someone please let me know how I'm doing so far so I know whether or not to continue this story.