Disclaimer: I do not own anything in affiliation with Harry Potter or JKR. Nor Do I own the song The Best Of Me by The Starting Line.
I really want to thank the people who reviewed my story and gave me the courage to post another chapter! PsYcHoJo, P3HarryP.Witch, Draco'a Draca, and wutever!!! You guys are my heroes!
Oh and just so you know I don't think that all the chapters will be overlapping scenes like this. Although if you like it this way PLEASE tell me. Give me advice on what you think. Thanks!
**
lyrics
**
Chapter 2: Draco's Prologue
To most of Hogwarts Draco Malfoy will always be remembered in an infamous sort of way. Even if you had liked him, as Snape and Pansy did, or hated him, like McGonagall and Harry, he never really made the greatest impression. The weird thing though, was that he knew it. He knew that he would live on in those halls as a liar, a cheat, a playboy, and a bully, and it didn't matter to him.
But then, you see, something happened. A change. And the story he had been leaving behind started to slightly differ. Where had the Draco of past years gone? Had he simply disappeared? Well, not exactly.
Because every once in a while someone can come along and change you. This is what happened to Draco. He might not have been quiet and unsuspecting, but he wasn't really ready for the drastic change that happened in 7th year. But if you ever asked him, Draco Malfoy would be the first person to tell you that change was good. That with the help of her, one Hermione Granger, he had left the halls a little quieter, had slightly changed his legacy. For he would always be infamous in that enchanted school, but sometimes people looked back and remembered him not for his malice, but for his love.
**
we got older but we're still young
**
When Draco's father had told him he had been chosen for Head Boy, no real emotions had ran through him. He knew his father was proud, knew his mom would have a 'fancy' dinner on the table that night, and he knew without a doubt that Hermione Granger would be Head Girl. Later that week as he boarded the Hogwarts Express the same thoughts were running around his head.
"Don't mess up Draco," his father warned, "I'm very proud of you for getting Head Boy, you cannot mess this up."
"I know Dad!" Said Draco, "Tell mother I love her, I'll see you around Christmas. Goodbye." And with that, the boy boarded the train.
"Malfoy," Snape hissed as Draco got off the train, "Meeting tonight, after the feast, at Dumbledore's. Do not be late."
"I know, I know!" Draco said. Wondering why everyone doubted his ability to take care of himself. "I'll be there."
Draco was never one for feasting. So he retreated instead, to the damp, dark hallway where Dumbledore's office was located. Lighting up a cigarette, he slowly felt himself relax. Everything should be this easy, he thought as the smoke passed out from his mouth. And that's when he saw her.
Draco had never really liked Hermione Granger. Most people assumed this meant he hated her, which, for the record, he did not. He just strongly disliked her, could never really understand her motives, and could never really understand her.
"You know smoking is bad for you." She sputtered out.
"Yeah, I've heard that somewhere," He said, slightly amused that the girl was talking to him, "But I've also heard of this wonderful thing called magic. And you see with one flick of a wand, I can cure myself of most lung diseases, but thanks for the warning."
"Whether you can cure yourself or not, it's still prohibited inside the school," She warned him, "Especially since we are about to enter the Headmaster's office for a meeting."
Draco blatantly ignored her. Who did she think she was anyway? Instead, he took one long last slow drag from his cigarette and smashed it under his foot. Forcing all of his anger from being interrupted on killing all the little embers.
"So," He said, warily eyeing the girl he had formed a truce with last year, "How was summer?"
For a while after they had formed the truce Draco had not taken it quite seriously. He couldn't help it really. So used to bullying and teasing her as he was. Yet slowly the comments had become less brutal, going more towards Potter and Weasly than her. He found himself hardly calling her mudblood. But don't get the wrong idea. He did not like her. He was still the spectacular badass he had always been. He was just a little less badass than before, a little different, maybe.
Yet to him, this did not justify what he did on the last day of school. Never, ever in his life could he remember trying to start a conversation with her. That is, until then.
"Granger, wait." Draco yelled, he had been waiting for her two sidekicks to get on the train and they finally had.
"What?" She asked, in shock that the evil boy was talking to her.
"Have a good summer," he said; "I'll see you next year at the Heads meeting."
"Right," she said, "Uh, you too."
Draco had no idea what had forced him to pull the girl into his arms. He might be a playboy legend in the school, but he was not one for holding, or cuddling, or touching, ever. But when she had frozen on the simple question of why her summer was so sad, something had hit Draco.
"Hermione?" Draco quietly asked, she had been crying for a good 5 minutes now, and the meeting would start soon, meaning all the teachers would soon be around them, "Come on Hermione, talk to me or something."
And that's when she looked up at him.
Draco was never an eye kind of guy.
He went more for the ass and the boobs, but this time he noticed
them. They weren't really anything
special. Plain, normal, everyday brown,
but he could see something else. As he
watched, tears started forming in her eyes.
Dripping down her cheek, painting lines on her face. And on some impulse he never knew he had,
Draco reached out his hand, and with his thumb he gently wiped the tear off her
face.
"Come on, 'Mione," he said, not noticing that he had used a nickname for her, as he wiped another tear away, "We have got to get you ready for this little meeting we're having."
Suddenly footsteps and light conversation was heard from the other end of the hallway. They both froze, knowing what was coming. He put his hands on her shoulder and slowly pulled her up with him.
"Ahh yes, here they are Minerva, right on time like I told you they would be." Said Dumbledore as the group of teachers reached his doorway.
"Right you are," she replied, "Come this way please, we need to start immediately."
Neither of them could tell you when it happened exactly, but the spell had definitely been broken. She turned to the side, to fix her face and make herself presentable. And he permitted the distant, mean glare back into his eyes. Both of them letting things go back to normal. They might have a truce, but it was common fact that two people like them did not mix well. Yet as she made he way into the office, with her nose held high and her quill and paper in hand, she made one last comment to him.
"You might want to try using that magic wand of yours Malfoy." She whispered, "You smell insanely like smoke."
So he stayed outside for a minute. And as she left him alone he grabbed his shirt and brought it to his nose, trying to see if she was right. Surprisingly, for one of the first times in her life, she wasn't. He did not smell smoke on himself. Not anymore at least, now there was something else, it seemed to him that it smelled like Hermione. So he closed his eyes, he took one more deep breath, and let himself go.
**
we never grew out of this feeling
that we won't give up
**
Thanks SO much for reading! Please review if you can! Ahhhhhh 5 days till I'm 16!!!
Tracy