The Restless Dragon Meets the Icy Queen
Two words: Role reversal. Hermione is dead-set on getting revenge on Draco. The perfect plan forms, but what happens if the renowned Slytherin Queen falls unexpectedly for him?
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except maybe the plot, and any new characters I decide to throw in for fun.
Since it's been done in the other fanfiction I read, I decided, why not? Why not give it a go? This is the classic role reversal. Bwahaha! I haven't seen it with this type of story, so I'm gonna do it! But, that doesn't mean there isn't one. I'm just saying I haven't seen it. So, the characters are the same, except two have traded places. If you're reading this, you've probably figured it out. And without further ado, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, welcome to your new lives!
Chapter 1: Meeting Again
Hermione Granger swept through the halls, with a haughty air. She was, after all, the daughter of an upstanding wizard family, despite their dark reputation.
She tossed back her faintly curly hair, glaring at anyone in her path.
A platinum blonde caught her gaze, and she smirked.
If Malfoy was around, Potter and Weasley were sure to be as well.
"Malfoy," she greeted lazily, enjoying him tense.
"Granger," Draco replied tensely, turning slowly to face her. "What do you want?"
Hermione shrugged. "Where's the rest of the infamous trio? Aw, they left poor little Malfoy by himself?"
"Sod off," he spat, glaring.
"I'd rather not, mudblood."
Hermione reveled in his slight flinch at the harsh term. "Aww, it still hurts, does it?"
"Not as much as it would to be a Death Eater," Draco shot back.
Her chocolate eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. "Watch your tongue, Malfoy. Have you forgot who you're talking to already? My, my…I thought you were the prized teachers' pet!"
"Well, it's certainly better than being Snape's bitch!"
"Bitch, my arse, Malfoy. Bloody hell, you've run out of insults, haven't you?" Hermione asked, smirk in place.
Draco brushed back a strand of his pale hair; his silvery eyes alight with hate. "Oh, go make out with Voldemort!"
Hermione involuntary flinched at the revolting picture. "I'd much rather snog with Crabbe or Goyle first, you bloody git."
"So go."
She regarded Draco with an immense hate. "Don't you have pressing matters to attend to? Like pleasing Potty or Weasel? Or burying your face in yet another book? Huh, Malfoy?"
Draco took in a sharp inhalation of breath. "Go rot in hell."
Hermione rolled her eyes, and whirled on her heel, her black robes billowing out behind her.
~*~
Draco watched the sex goddess of Slytherin stride away quickly.
"The nerve," he muttered, walking back to the Gryffindor Tower. "I fancy lollipops," he muttered to the Fat Lady, cringing at the password.
Some prefect was obviously very immature to have thought of that!
"Hullo, Harry. Hey, Ron," he greeted his two best friends who were sitting next to the roaring fire, playing Wizard's Chess.
"Hey, Draco," they called in unison.
"What took you so long at the library?" Ron asked, moving a piece.
Draco scoffed. "That damned Slytherin whore, that's what. Gods, she's so…" he trailed off, letting the words die in his mouth.
"You can say that again," Harry laughed, waving his arms triumphantly. "I won!"
Ron was glaring at the board, muttering darkly. "First time for everything, I 'spose."
"It's alright, Ron," Draco grinned, rolling his cloudy eyes. "Be a gracious loser. Anyway, Harry, I reckon it's about time for Quidditch practice. 'S your first day as captain! You have big shoes to fill, after Oliver, and all."
Harry smiled, tugging at Ron. "C'mon, it's tryouts again! You can go for Keeper, since Wood's gone."
Ron sighed, standing. "I don't bloody well fancy getting attacked by Granger's gang of nitwits! Imagine, bludgers everywhere! Granger would never let her goons let up!"
"Oh, please. She's ok at being a Seeker, but she isn't as good as our dear Harry," Draco put in, clapping his friend on the back. "And, I'm a Chaser, so don't worry. I'll have them dazzled by my incredible skill," he added, slyly.
Ron scoffed, punching his arm. "Aw, bloody hell! You two just aren't gonna give it up, are you?" he demanded. "Well, I suppose I always have the twins to watch my back this year…" he mused, his light blue eyes glazing over. No doubt, imagining some victory of his.
"Yeah, exactly, Ron! C'mon!" Harry coaxed.
"Fine. You two stupid gits better leave me alone now! Been bugging me for weeks!"
The Golden Trio, as they were fondly referred to by the professors—with the exception of Snape, the Potions Master—made their way down the halls to the Quidditch Pitch, broomsticks in hand.
Ron had a new broom—not necessarily the most recent, but a good one, nonetheless—which was bought for him by the twins, with the money Harry won last year.
Harry walked past the Slytherin team, glaring at their captain, Hermione. "Granger," he said curtly, sweeping past her.
"Um, Potter? Where in the bloody hell do you think you're going?" she demanded coldly.
"The field…" Harry snickered, along with his two friends.
"Yeah, even a Death Eater such as yourself should realize it," Draco added.
"Stuff it, Malfoy! We have a note from Snape, giving us permission to practice with our new team. You know, break in the new members," Hermione smirked smugly, letting her arm drift over the newbies.
"We need to pick our new team members!" Harry cried, outraged. "Our first match is next weekend!"
"Well, that's just too bad, isn't it?" she asked, smiling along with her team.
Ron clenched his fists, undoubtedly fighting back the urge to hurt her.
"Oh, get the hell off!" Draco yelled, his face mere inches from hers.
"No, you stupid git," she whispered, in a deadly tone.
He glared into her flashing, fiery eyes. Suddenly, something awoke inside of him, and he didn't like it a bit.
He bit on his lower lip, his eyes matching her hate.
"Oh, c'mon, Draco. We'll just gather the Gryffindors around somewhere else. It's pretty obvious the Slytherin whore isn't budging," Harry mumbled, clutching his broom tightly.
Draco backed away from Hermione, glaring at her. "Hope you had fun bedding Flint for this position," he spat.
The older Slytherin members dropped their brooms, and grabbed their wands, looming over him.
"Don't you dare talk to Hermione like that," a boy growled, stepping forward.
Hermione smiled sweetly, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Now, now, Kevin. I think it's only right we let the filthy mudblood think that he got in the last word and won the battle."
Kevin stepped back, grasping his wand tightly. He was, of course, one of the countless guys she bagged.
Draco sneered at him, and walked off, flanked by Harry and Ron.
"Blimey, Draco! I'll reckon she's gonna get you back for that!" Ron exclaimed.
"I have to agree with Ron, on that on, Draco. You might want to watch it," Harry warned, his emerald eyes filled with concern.
~*~
Hermione settled into her bed, smirking.
The memory from that afternoon was burned into her brain. Draco had thought he was so clever, saying that.
Didn't the foolish boy realize she knew better? She had read into his eyes…the window to the soul, some say. They were burning with a mixture of hate and passion.
Hermione chuckled. So the mudblood had a hidden passion for her? It was an amusing thought.
It was of course, the perfect form of revenge.
It was the only answer: Play Draco. Make him think she liked him, and most definitely bed him…once he admitted his strong feelings for her—which shone so clearly in his stormy eyes—and then she'd ditch him.
The whole thing was so unbelievably easy, Hermione grinned again.
Where in the bloody hell did Draco Malfoy get off undermining her position? If she slept with Flint to get Captain, so be it! That was none of his damn business!
She slammed her fist down on her nightstand, causing Pansy and Millicent to stir.
What in the Gods' name pissed her off so much about the Gryffindor mudblood?
Draco will regret the day he mustered up his bloody Gryffindor courage, and insulted me! Nobody gets away with insulting a Slytherin, much less a Granger! Especially not when the head of the house is in cohorts with Voldemort, the ever rising Lord, Hermione thought, angrily.
She heard a tapping on her window, and opened it for her owl, which dropped a letter in her lap, and flew off without another action.
Hermione gingerly opened the letter, seeing the infamous Granger crest on it, feeling her heart drop a little.
Undoubtedly, it would be her father, asking her when she planned on becoming a Death Eater. Even though normally, you had to be 18, Lord Voldemort had made a gracious exception for Hermione.
Hello Hermione,
I'm sure you know why I'm writing this. Our Lord grows impatient, and wants to know when you will be joining out ranks.
He has suggested, despite the age difference, that you become his ruling Lady. It is a very gracious offer, and would do wonders with our alliance with the Dark Lord. Hermione, you MUST join soon! No exceptions. I expect an owl back by morning.
Rest well,
Your Father
Hermione scoffed.
What in Gods' name made her father think she'd marry Voldemort? Becoming a Death Eater would be bad enough, but still… marrying him?
No, she simply wouldn't do it!
Grabbing a parchment, she scribbled quickly to her father.
Dear Father,
I will join the ranks soon. I know that the war is impending, and I know how important it is that I carry on the family line, and our line of "work". I think, that it would be wisest to at least let me finish the school year. You know how uptight some of those old bags get. McGonagall especially.
However, Father, I'm not so sure I want to become Voldemort's Lady. It's rather disgusting. I'm sorry, but I don't want to.
Send mother my regards,
Hermione
Hermione glanced at the note once more, then rolled it neatly, tying it with the ribbon her father used.
She grabbed the Invisibility Cloak her father gave her in her first year, and snuck out of the Slytherin Dungeons.
She crept up to the Owlery, looking for her eagle owl.
"Demon," she hissed, poking the bird.
He ruffled his feathers irritably, glaring down at her with his amber eyes.
"Oh, shove it," Hermione whispered, tying the note to his leg. "My father."
The owl huffed, and began to flap its wings in preparation, before finally taking off.
"Who's there?" asked a panicked voice.
Draco emerged from an Invisibility Cloak similar to hers.
Hermione smirked, and simply crept back to her room, leaving a very paranoid Gryffindor.
Sighing, she slipped into her bed, closing her eyes.
Hermione knew, without a doubt, that she would be getting a degrading letter back from Christian Granger (her father), demanding that she join now, and accept Voldemort's 'flattering' offer.
"I will not be his slave," she murmured, pulling the satin green covers further up her slim figure.
She nestled into her bed, fluffing her matching satin pillowcase.
~*~
Draco rubbed his eyes, adjusting his Gryffindor tie, reflecting about the night before.
He was certainly not alone in the Owlery. Someone else was in there.
He ruled out Peeves, since Draco would have otherwise been screwed. It wasn't a ghost, because contrary to popular belief, they weren't see through. It had to be another person in a cloak like the one he borrowed from Harry.
"—hilarious. Draco?" Ron asked, waving his hand in front of Draco's face.
"Yeah?" he asked, dazed.
"Anything wrong?"
"Wrong? No, nothing wrong," Draco replied vaguely. "Just…last night, someone was in the Owlery. I was wondering who.
"Oy, Draco! It's not a big deal! Honestly, leave it to you…" Ron replied.
"Hey," Draco said, offended. "Just because you think I'm boring!"
He stopped there, watching the owls swoop down to their rightful owners, tossing their mail.
Draco watched Hermione, picking up a letter with the Granger crest on it, frowning disdainfully. Another pure white owl swooped down, dropping a package with her daily sweets.
She looked up suddenly, her brown eyes piercing his.
He shuddered involuntary at the expression in her eyes.
"Draco!" Harry hissed, nudging him with his elbow. "Stop staring at Granger! What's gotten into you?"
Draco shut his open mouth, and tore his gaze away to look at his friend. "Nothing! I was just…bloody hell, you don't honestly think I like her? Are you off your rocker, you stupid arse?" Draco demanded.
"If you say so, Draco," Harry replied, shaking his head. "Stay away from that one. She'll burn you for sure. Never play with fire."
"Willy? I ah-ways fot see wuv ife!" Ron exclaimed through food.
"What?" Draco asked, leaning closer.
Ron swallowed, and repeated, "Really? I always thought she was ice!"
Harry laughed. "That too, I 'spose. Anyhow, she's dangerous, that one. Just be careful, Draco."
He clenched his teeth. "I don't need to be treated like a child, Harry. If I like her, it's my business. Excuse me, I need to do some last minute research in the library."
Harry stared at him. "Draco, I'm sorry! I didn't think you'd get so offended…Bloody hell, come back!"
But Draco pushed on, rolling his eyes.
It wasn't as if he liked Granger anyway, he was just staring, that was all.
She had, after all, gotten far more pretty then she had been. Sure, Hermione had always been fairly gorgeous—why would people have slept with her if she weren't? —But this year…she was a complete knockout.
Hermione's curves had filled out completely, and being the Slytherin bad-ass she was, she had magically altered her skirt to be a good four inches shorter than it should have been, and left a button or two undone on her blouse. Her Slytherin tie was always loosened, which left a sexy air about her. Hermione was fairly petite, about a head shorter than Draco was.
It wasn't as if Draco was unfortunate looking himself. His platinum blonde hair perfectly accentuated his pale complexion. His silver eyes had faint flecks of blue in them, and always served to make some girls swoon. Being on the Quidditch team had done wonders for his build and muscles. It was a surprise, really, that neither of Draco's parents had been wizards. The both of them were so handsome or gorgeous…they looked like rich people. Don't ask, they just had this manner about them…
It was from his mother and father that he got his aristocratic nose, making him seem as if he were born straight into the wizarding world. In reality, Narcissa Malfoy was a muggle, who was slightly perturbed at the news of Draco being a wizard. Nonetheless, she and Lucius were excited at the idea, and highly supportive.
Draco had been wandering around the corridors aimlessly, when he bumped into the Slytherin Goddess herself.
"G-Granger," he stuttered, backing away nervously.
Pansy and Millicent, who were at Hermione's side, snickered loudly. The two were a stupid lot, no doubt. They never ceased to make Draco wonder why they had the privilege of being born, much less witches.
At the mere sight of her, Draco immediately condemned all impure thoughts on Hermione's figure. It was completely fruitless to have a crush on the enemy.
She smiled innocently, twirling a lock of her already curly hair around her finger. "Why, Malfoy…Imagine, bumping into the likes of you in the Slytherin area," Hermione said sweetly, yet dripping with venom.
Draco started, and glanced around his surroundings. Indeed, somehow, while lost in thought about the Queen before him, Draco had wandered downstairs, to the Slytherin Dungeons.
"Huh," he muttered. "Well, I'm going to go…"
Hermione shooed her two friends away, and once they were gone, she looked at him, grabbing the back of his robes.
"Wha—" he began, whirling around to face her. "Bloody hell, let the fuck go!" he yelled, enraged.
"Not until you tell me why you're down here," she whispered, her face hovering dangerously close to his.
"I wasn't paying attention," Draco replied, crossing his arms.
"Aww, daydreaming about Potter again?"
"Hardly!"
"Me, then, was it?" Hermione asked, her eyes boring into his. "Come on, you can tell me. I promise I won't call you a stupid git…"
"Don't flatter yourself, Granger," Draco spat with a sneer only Hermione could match.
"It's no use lying…What, do you think I'm a Granger for nothing? How do you think we got to where we are now, Malfoy? We can read people, and its very clear ickle Drakkie-poo fancies the ever-powerful Hermione Granger."
Draco could only snort at this, because of the way she had referred to herself in third person. "Granger, get out of my way!"
Instead, she moved even further in his way, succeeding in pissing him off further.
Letting his father's temper take control, he shoved Hermione against a wall, his hands pressed against the wall at either side of her face.
"Ooh, like it rough, huh?" she asked, coyly.
Draco smirked, and replied, "Sure, why not? Now, stay the hell out of my way!"
Hermione just stood there, pressed against the wall, smiling. "I do believe I'm out of it, so why haven't you moved from here?" she whispered, not bothering to try and fight back.
He looked at his hands, and jerked them down off the slimy walls. Draco sent her one last glare, and strode furiously away.
He had let Hermione get him.
"Damn it!" Draco hissed, jogging up the steps.
~*~
Hermione removed herself from against the wall, smirking.
She had gotten to him, that much was obvious. Not too soon, her plan would be in motion. It had to be timed just right. Hopefully, he'd be vulnerable.
She inhaled sharply, remembering Draco's fierce image that was slowly burning itself into her mind.
Hermione couldn't help but notice how Draco had gotten much, much cuter. In fact, aside from the Slytherins, he was one of the most looked at guys. Well, if he got his nose out from under a book, that is. He got a little fame, because despite his book-wormish qualities, not many girls could fail to notice his manly features.
Hermione scoffed, when she remembered wandering the halls, only to hear a most interesting piece of conversation. It seemed a group of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw girls fancied the Golden Trio.
She was most disgusted upon hearing that two of the girls fancied Ron Weasley. Imagine…a Weasley!
It was no surprise that the lot of them preferred the famous Harry Potter. No doubt, some of them were little gold-diggers.
But one thing that had shocked Hermione beyond belief was when she heard a girl shyly admit that the fair-haired Gryffindor bookworm had caught her eye for sometime now.
It had totally horrified her when she heard the girls murmur in slight approval, mumbling about how they never really looked at him, but now that she mention it…
Hermione shuddered inadvertently at the thought of others fancying that idiot Gryffindor.
A/N: Well, how was that? Pretty good for a first shot, I'll say…
I hoped you like it! Please review, and I'll have the next chapter out soon, I promise!
[Date submitted: March 30, 2003] That's so I know when the last time I updated was, and hey, when I have a bunch of chapters, it'll help you find your spot! Well, ciao for now, people! ENJOY!