Title: Secret Desires
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything else associated with the books.
Summary: Alternate Universe. (Hr/D) Hermione is a Malfoy and a Slytherin. Draco is a muggleborn Gryffindor whose best friend is Harry Potter. What happens when these two enemies start having feelings for each other?
Chapter 2: A Trip to Hogsmeade
Hermione had an hour before she had to meet up with Ron to go to Hogsmeade, so she decided to go to her room to do a bit of studying before she left. However, when she got there, her father's owl was waiting for her with a note attached to its leg.
"Hey Niro! What are you doing here?" Hermione took the parchment from Niro's leg and began to read.
* Dear Hermione,
You know very well that your mother and I love you. You are our only child and we have tried to give you the best life a person could only dream for, so why do you enjoy disappointing us? I can't begin to comprehend your actions Hermione. We have just heard from Severus that you had two questions wrong on your last potions exam, while that mudblood, Draco Granger, received a perfect score. You're a Malfoy, which means you are better than any muggleborn you will ever encounter in your life. Why have you allowed Granger to be first in the class? That is inexcusable. Instead of chatting and giggling with your friends after classes, why don't you attempt opening up your textbooks and studying? If you concentrate on your schoolwork harder, you might even please your mother and I for once. You might think I am a cruel man, but I write you these things for your own good. All of the other purebloods in that school look up to you. If you do not surpass Draco Granger at school, the other students might start believing that mudbloods are equal or even better than purebloods, which we both know is not true. I want to see improvement or next time I won't be as lenient. You ask me why I'm not proud of you, than do something that is worth praising.
Lucius Malfoy
*
Tears began rolling down Hermione's cheeks as she finished reading her father's letter. She loved her father, but there were times, like this one, that she remembered just how cold he could be. He didn't care about her studies. All he cared about was pureblood exceeding mudblood. Hermione did everything for her father. She had no social life because she was always studying, but to him this wasn't enough. For some reason, she was also prohibited to date, which meant that she could not get attached to anyone of the opposite sex, except for Ron. Lucius also had rules Hermione had to swear by before going to Hogwarts, such as she could never come in contact, show compassion or initiate pleasant conversation with a mudblood. She also had to be loyal to Lord Voldmort at all times. Hermione did everything her father asked of her and more, but nothing was ever good enough.
Hermione ripped up the letter and threw it in the fireplace. Her tears were coming down at a faster pace, but she didn't wipe them away. Hermione sat on the sofa, with only the blurry flames for comfort. Her breathing began to return to normal as she saw the parchment blacken and then turn to ashes. Hermione waited a couple of minutes until she was certain that the offensive letter would not be able to taunt her anymore. Then, she took out her Transfiguration book and notes and began studying. The only thought going through her mind before opening up to the chapter she was working on in class was of pleasing her father.
Half an hour later, Hermione walked to the Slytherin Common Room to meet up with Ron.
"Hey I was looking everywhere for you." Ron said as he saw Hermione walk down the stairs.
"Why?"
"I wanted to play chess and I didn't want to ask Blaise and have a replay of what happened yesterday."
Hermione let out a little giggle, but tried to hold any sign of laughter in when she saw Ron turn red.
"So where were you anyway?"
"I was in my room studying."
"Of course! That's what you're always doing. Come on we should start going."
* * * *
Harry and Draco were leaving The Three Broomsticks when they caught sight of the brand new broomstick, Nova 4000, at the window of the new Quidditich shop across the street of the bar. It was incredible. The Nova 4000 was the fastest broom that was ever created. Unfortunately for Draco and Harry, it was also the most expensive. As they stood, open mouthed, admiring the flying miracle that was in front of their eyes, the door opened to the shop and in a couple of seconds, Ginny, Ron and Hermione stood in front of the Dynamic Duo.
"Hey Harry!" Ginny said with a twinkle in her eye and a flirtatious smile.
"Umm...hey Ginny. How are you doing?"
Ron glared at Ginny and then turned to Harry. "Hello Potter! Oh what's wrong? Did you want one of these?" Ron raised his hand to flaunt the new Nova 4000 he had just bought for himself.
"I don't want anything that resembles anything that is associated with you or your name Weasley."
Ginny looked hurt by what Harry had just said, but at that moment he didn't care. She was a Weasley and a bloody Slytherin. Why should he care, but deep down he knew that he did and that scared him.
"You keep telling yourself that Potter."
"Weasley why don't you just leave us alone?" Draco said, causing both of the Weasleys and Hermione to turn from Harry to him.
Draco shifted from one foot to another. He now felt uncomfortable with three pairs of eyes glaring at him. Hermione noticed this and decided to take advantage of the situation. It was Draco's fault that her father had reprimanded her. Her pain and tears were all caused by his existence and now it was her turn to get revenge.
"What's wrong Draco? Is the Head Boy afraid that a fight might break out? Don't worry Granger. We wouldn't ever touch you. Who knows what type of diseases we might get from coming in contact with a mudblood"
Draco's pale cheeks were turning crimson with embarrassment and anger. "Why don't you just stop? You hate me. I got that ok, so just leave me alone."
Hermione walked closer to Draco. She knew that she should turn around and leave, but all she kept thinking about was the letter and the pain it caused her. The pain Granger caused her. "No you don't understand", Hermione said in a dangerously low voice. "You will never understand. I loathe you. Every time I speak your name, a vile taste is left behind in my mouth. Every time you even look at me, I need to take a shower because I feel dirty. You represent everything that I must fight against, so never presume to know exactly what I feel or think mudblood."
Draco was now clenching and unclenching his fists, attempting to calm himself down before he did or said something that he would regret later. "Malfoy stop!"
"No I will never stop. If you have ever valued your life, you will never talk back or speak in a superior tone to my friends or me again. You need to finally learn your place in the wizarding world Granger."
Harry, who had been silently observing the interaction between Hermione and Draco, finally interrupted their glaring contest. "Draco we should go. Seamus is probably looking for us to go play some Quidditich" Harry tugged on Draco's arm to get him to move, but he didn't even blink.
Draco only moved when Ron walked in between Hermione and himself. "You heard your little friend Granger. Leave! Now!"
Draco looked away from Hermione to Ron. He then turned away and started on his walk back to Hogwarts with Harry, not trusting himself to say or do anything for fear that he would be expelled.
* * * *
Both Draco and Harry kept silent as they walked side by side towards the school. Once they walked inside their common room, Draco turned to Harry. "I take back everything I told you this morning about Hermione. I can't believe how wrong I was about her. I wish her and Weasley all the happiness in the world together. They should get married, raise a couple of horrendous Weasels and leave everyone else alone."
"Are you all right Draco?" Harry said concerned for his friend.
"Yeah I'm ok. I just never thought I could ever get so angry with someone. I'm better now. You know what?"
"What?"
"Let's go find Seamus and Lavender, so we can play some Quiddtich."
Draco hoped that Quidditch would help him forget Hermione and her hateful words, but he knew that the only way that would happen was if a bludger hit him in the head during the game.
* * * *
Hermione didn't feel the satisfaction she always felt after teasing Potter and Granger. This time was different. Draco was hurt. The pain and anger he was feeling was obvious. She could still see the image of his dark eyes and trembling body in her mind. She didn't know why it bothered her and this was driving her insane. Hermione knew that she had to get these thoughts out of her head. She did the right thing. Hermione needed to remind Draco that he was just a mudblood and she was a pureblood. She needed to make her parents proud, so why did she feel so horrible.
Ron noticed his best friend's inner struggle. "Hermione are you ok?"
"Yeah, of course. Hey Ron, can we go back to Hogwarts? I'm not feeling too well."
"Yeah, sure Hermione. Of course we can go back."
Ron looked at his friend with concern, but didn't ask her anymore questions. They walked to Hogwarts in silence contemplating on the events of the day. Ron worried about Hermione and Hermione confused about the overwhelming and contradictory emotions she couldn't ignore.
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Sorry that I took so long. I'm on spring break right now, so I was able to type this up.
I want to thank Dysis, This week i l, natyslacks, and Launigsiae for reviewing. :)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything else associated with the books.
Summary: Alternate Universe. (Hr/D) Hermione is a Malfoy and a Slytherin. Draco is a muggleborn Gryffindor whose best friend is Harry Potter. What happens when these two enemies start having feelings for each other?
Chapter 2: A Trip to Hogsmeade
Hermione had an hour before she had to meet up with Ron to go to Hogsmeade, so she decided to go to her room to do a bit of studying before she left. However, when she got there, her father's owl was waiting for her with a note attached to its leg.
"Hey Niro! What are you doing here?" Hermione took the parchment from Niro's leg and began to read.
* Dear Hermione,
You know very well that your mother and I love you. You are our only child and we have tried to give you the best life a person could only dream for, so why do you enjoy disappointing us? I can't begin to comprehend your actions Hermione. We have just heard from Severus that you had two questions wrong on your last potions exam, while that mudblood, Draco Granger, received a perfect score. You're a Malfoy, which means you are better than any muggleborn you will ever encounter in your life. Why have you allowed Granger to be first in the class? That is inexcusable. Instead of chatting and giggling with your friends after classes, why don't you attempt opening up your textbooks and studying? If you concentrate on your schoolwork harder, you might even please your mother and I for once. You might think I am a cruel man, but I write you these things for your own good. All of the other purebloods in that school look up to you. If you do not surpass Draco Granger at school, the other students might start believing that mudbloods are equal or even better than purebloods, which we both know is not true. I want to see improvement or next time I won't be as lenient. You ask me why I'm not proud of you, than do something that is worth praising.
Lucius Malfoy
*
Tears began rolling down Hermione's cheeks as she finished reading her father's letter. She loved her father, but there were times, like this one, that she remembered just how cold he could be. He didn't care about her studies. All he cared about was pureblood exceeding mudblood. Hermione did everything for her father. She had no social life because she was always studying, but to him this wasn't enough. For some reason, she was also prohibited to date, which meant that she could not get attached to anyone of the opposite sex, except for Ron. Lucius also had rules Hermione had to swear by before going to Hogwarts, such as she could never come in contact, show compassion or initiate pleasant conversation with a mudblood. She also had to be loyal to Lord Voldmort at all times. Hermione did everything her father asked of her and more, but nothing was ever good enough.
Hermione ripped up the letter and threw it in the fireplace. Her tears were coming down at a faster pace, but she didn't wipe them away. Hermione sat on the sofa, with only the blurry flames for comfort. Her breathing began to return to normal as she saw the parchment blacken and then turn to ashes. Hermione waited a couple of minutes until she was certain that the offensive letter would not be able to taunt her anymore. Then, she took out her Transfiguration book and notes and began studying. The only thought going through her mind before opening up to the chapter she was working on in class was of pleasing her father.
Half an hour later, Hermione walked to the Slytherin Common Room to meet up with Ron.
"Hey I was looking everywhere for you." Ron said as he saw Hermione walk down the stairs.
"Why?"
"I wanted to play chess and I didn't want to ask Blaise and have a replay of what happened yesterday."
Hermione let out a little giggle, but tried to hold any sign of laughter in when she saw Ron turn red.
"So where were you anyway?"
"I was in my room studying."
"Of course! That's what you're always doing. Come on we should start going."
* * * *
Harry and Draco were leaving The Three Broomsticks when they caught sight of the brand new broomstick, Nova 4000, at the window of the new Quidditich shop across the street of the bar. It was incredible. The Nova 4000 was the fastest broom that was ever created. Unfortunately for Draco and Harry, it was also the most expensive. As they stood, open mouthed, admiring the flying miracle that was in front of their eyes, the door opened to the shop and in a couple of seconds, Ginny, Ron and Hermione stood in front of the Dynamic Duo.
"Hey Harry!" Ginny said with a twinkle in her eye and a flirtatious smile.
"Umm...hey Ginny. How are you doing?"
Ron glared at Ginny and then turned to Harry. "Hello Potter! Oh what's wrong? Did you want one of these?" Ron raised his hand to flaunt the new Nova 4000 he had just bought for himself.
"I don't want anything that resembles anything that is associated with you or your name Weasley."
Ginny looked hurt by what Harry had just said, but at that moment he didn't care. She was a Weasley and a bloody Slytherin. Why should he care, but deep down he knew that he did and that scared him.
"You keep telling yourself that Potter."
"Weasley why don't you just leave us alone?" Draco said, causing both of the Weasleys and Hermione to turn from Harry to him.
Draco shifted from one foot to another. He now felt uncomfortable with three pairs of eyes glaring at him. Hermione noticed this and decided to take advantage of the situation. It was Draco's fault that her father had reprimanded her. Her pain and tears were all caused by his existence and now it was her turn to get revenge.
"What's wrong Draco? Is the Head Boy afraid that a fight might break out? Don't worry Granger. We wouldn't ever touch you. Who knows what type of diseases we might get from coming in contact with a mudblood"
Draco's pale cheeks were turning crimson with embarrassment and anger. "Why don't you just stop? You hate me. I got that ok, so just leave me alone."
Hermione walked closer to Draco. She knew that she should turn around and leave, but all she kept thinking about was the letter and the pain it caused her. The pain Granger caused her. "No you don't understand", Hermione said in a dangerously low voice. "You will never understand. I loathe you. Every time I speak your name, a vile taste is left behind in my mouth. Every time you even look at me, I need to take a shower because I feel dirty. You represent everything that I must fight against, so never presume to know exactly what I feel or think mudblood."
Draco was now clenching and unclenching his fists, attempting to calm himself down before he did or said something that he would regret later. "Malfoy stop!"
"No I will never stop. If you have ever valued your life, you will never talk back or speak in a superior tone to my friends or me again. You need to finally learn your place in the wizarding world Granger."
Harry, who had been silently observing the interaction between Hermione and Draco, finally interrupted their glaring contest. "Draco we should go. Seamus is probably looking for us to go play some Quidditich" Harry tugged on Draco's arm to get him to move, but he didn't even blink.
Draco only moved when Ron walked in between Hermione and himself. "You heard your little friend Granger. Leave! Now!"
Draco looked away from Hermione to Ron. He then turned away and started on his walk back to Hogwarts with Harry, not trusting himself to say or do anything for fear that he would be expelled.
* * * *
Both Draco and Harry kept silent as they walked side by side towards the school. Once they walked inside their common room, Draco turned to Harry. "I take back everything I told you this morning about Hermione. I can't believe how wrong I was about her. I wish her and Weasley all the happiness in the world together. They should get married, raise a couple of horrendous Weasels and leave everyone else alone."
"Are you all right Draco?" Harry said concerned for his friend.
"Yeah I'm ok. I just never thought I could ever get so angry with someone. I'm better now. You know what?"
"What?"
"Let's go find Seamus and Lavender, so we can play some Quiddtich."
Draco hoped that Quidditch would help him forget Hermione and her hateful words, but he knew that the only way that would happen was if a bludger hit him in the head during the game.
* * * *
Hermione didn't feel the satisfaction she always felt after teasing Potter and Granger. This time was different. Draco was hurt. The pain and anger he was feeling was obvious. She could still see the image of his dark eyes and trembling body in her mind. She didn't know why it bothered her and this was driving her insane. Hermione knew that she had to get these thoughts out of her head. She did the right thing. Hermione needed to remind Draco that he was just a mudblood and she was a pureblood. She needed to make her parents proud, so why did she feel so horrible.
Ron noticed his best friend's inner struggle. "Hermione are you ok?"
"Yeah, of course. Hey Ron, can we go back to Hogwarts? I'm not feeling too well."
"Yeah, sure Hermione. Of course we can go back."
Ron looked at his friend with concern, but didn't ask her anymore questions. They walked to Hogwarts in silence contemplating on the events of the day. Ron worried about Hermione and Hermione confused about the overwhelming and contradictory emotions she couldn't ignore.
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Sorry that I took so long. I'm on spring break right now, so I was able to type this up.
I want to thank Dysis, This week i l, natyslacks, and Launigsiae for reviewing. :)