Living Death
A Draco/Hermione FanFiction
Summary: After six full years of Hogwarts, Draco and Hermione have been chosen as Head Boy and Girl. However, the Final Battle has still not been fought yet and it will cause the entire school to take sides. Can good conquer evil, love conquer hate?
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Or Draco Malfoy for that matter…sigh
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fanfic. Just in case you can't figure out what the different fonts mean, here is my key.
-Italics are thoughts, or the beginning of a section
-"quotations" mean that a character is talking out loud
-bold means a change of scene, time, etc.
Hermione got out of the car, careful not to wake her friends. She pulled her luggage out of the trunk and onto the train. Getting on the train, she found an empty compartment and sat down. With a quick flick, she set up a charm to let her friends know where she was.
Twenty minutes later, they arrived.
"Thanks, Hermione," Harry said, "wouldn't want to have been stuck with that Malfoy git. Been smirking and showing off that shiny badge a little too much, right Ron?"
Ron sleepily nodded.
"Badge?! Harry, that means that he is the Head Boy!"
"Harry! What am I going to do? Malfoy, that little bloody ferret, wannabe Death Eater…"
"Hermione! Calm down, Ron and I are here to help you," Harry said.
"Mmph…"Ron agreed.
Hermione finally relaxed into the plush crimson seat. She sighed and pulled out a book to read on the journey. She let herself drift off in spite of all the thoughts going through her mind.
"Oh well. I'll deal with it when we arrive…" she thought.
When the train finally pulled up in front of Hogwarts, Hermione jolted awake.
"I haven't changed yet!" she shrieked as she barreled out of the compartment towards the bathroom. She didn't quite reach the bathroom as she run into a solid object. Or person.
"Well, well. The little Mudblood is finally bowing down to her betters," Draco Malfoy drawled. He had left his spacious compartment to change into his school robes.
"Bloody white ferret," Hermione mumbled.
"Speak up, dear. I can't quite understand what you just said," he said.
Hermione stood up and brushed her robes off. "I don't know why I even bother brushing off, the train is always clean…unlike some people's reputations," she thought.
"Cat got your tongue, Granger?"
"The cat is going to kill the bloody little ferret if he doesn't move," she vented.
"Ooh, bookworm's got a mouth! Funny it didn't save her parents though…"
She slapped him on his stupid little pale cheek. She glared at him once more before she pushed past him towards the bathroom. When she came out again, he was still standing there in the middle of the corridor.
"I ought to have you grovel for that, Mudblood," he drawled, "but luckily I'm feeling kind so all you have to do is apologize…"
"In your fucked-up dreams, Malfoy."
Draco Malfoy, Slytherin extraordinaire, made no reply. He simply turned on his heel and glided back to his compartment with his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle.
Hermione rushed back to her compartment where Ron and Harry were waiting. She was about to break down with the memories that Draco had brought her, but she didn't want for Harry to knock Draco out. Yet.
She bit her lip in the effort while she packed up the books she had taken out of her trunk.
Just like Malfoy to find your weakest point and monopolize with it, she thought as she packed Hogwarts: A History. So I'll just have to find his. There's a fine line between love and hate, but unrequited love is like living death, she schemed.
Hermione made a mental list of things she needed to do, both for her plan against Malfoy and her more "important" things.
"Okay, make sure everything is here, leave trunk here so it will go to my room (wherever that is)…oh, and unpack there. Avoid Malfoy until I know my further revenge; buy Harry his back-to-school present…"
She was proud of herself as she marched off of the train. She was so preoccupied that she didn't notice the trademark, "Firs' years over here! Firs' years!" was missing.
"Hermione!" Ron called to her, "d'ya know where Hagrid is?"
She stopped to turn and look at him, clearly puzzled.
"Erm…no. Maybe he's with Grawp or something."
Harry caught up to the two of them. "If he was with Grawp, wouldn't we be hearing the Forbidden Forest being uprooted by now?"
"Maybe he's learned some manners by now…'Hermy' indeed…" she said as she walked up to one of the awaiting carriages, "Come on, you two, or we'll be characteristically late to the Sorting Feast."
"Just like Herms to use bigger words than Malfoy's ego," Ron said to Harry behind her back.
They didn't notice that Hermione had climbed into a carriage and was listening intently to the conversation.
"Yeah, Malfoy's ego is bigger than his….that he uses to shag every girl in school," Harry said, the middle part of his sentence being covered by the sound of the carriage door slamming shut.
"Hurry up, you two! The carriages are leaving!" Hermione called as her two friends rushed to open the door as the carriage started moving. They jumped in and they were off towards their final year at Hogwarts.
Draco Malfoy had gone back to his compartment fuming. Crabbe, Goyle, and inevitably Pansy Parkinson were waiting for him.
He sulked prettily in his plush seat as he waited for the train to arrive at Hogwarts.
Pansy stroked his red cheek, "What happened, Draco?"
"Granger," he muttered as he thought up a mental list of everything he could do better this year to make her life a living hell.
Pansy was still stroking his cheek softly as the train stopped. He stood up abruptly, to angry to wait for his friends.
He left the train, noticing that the half-blood Hagrid wasn't there. Good riddance, he thought. He climbed into an empty carriage and slammed the door. He just wanted to be alone, with no one to ruin his day yet again.
That Mudblood Granger had slapped her superior. She would pay for it, too. He plotted just as the carriage stopped in front of the school. It was his final year now, and he would become a full-fledged wizard and Death Eater soon.
He stepped out of the carriage and into the Great Hall.
The sickening Gryffindors were welcoming Pot-Head, Weasel and Mudblood to their table. He sat down at the head of the Slytherin table.
"Excuse me," Dumbledore called out to the students. "I'd like to say a few words before we start eating."
He cleared his throat.
"Humblepuff, Gliderin, Raventhaw, Bravindor. Thank you."
Nobody bothered to pay attention to his final words as food began appearing.
Hermione ate happily, not thinking about her revenge. Harry and Ron were discussing the Chudley Cannons and Ginny and Pavarti were talking about the latest fashions. Hermione was fine; she didn't really need to talk to anybody right now.
When dinner was over, the late Owl Post arrived. A barn owl dropped a letter in her chowder bowl, and Hermione opened it eagerly.
Dear Miss Granger,
Please meet me in my office after dinner to discuss your Head duties and rooms.
Albus Dumbledore
"Bye you guys," she said as she exited the Great Hall. "I have a meeting to go to now. I'll meet you in the Common Room later tonight."
Ron mumbled a muffled goodbye.
Hermione walked through the twisting corridors until she came to the dead end with the statue of a phoenix.
"Cockroach Cluster," a voice said from behind her.
The passageway opened and Hermione walked through. Draco Malfoy came in from behind. They went through the door into Dumbledore's office and stood behind a couple of old chairs. The whole office smelled like lemon drops.
"Ah, good evening," Dumbledore said. "You two will be our Head Girl and Boy for the year, and we expect for you to make sure that all rules are upheld, and curfews enforced, and all students accounted for. Your room is next to this one, your password is 'lemon drop.'"
Draco groaned.
"Furthermore, we expect that the two of you will behave civilly towards one another as a show of respect and authority. Have a nice evening!"
"Good evening," the two enemies chorused as they walked the short distance to their room.
The told the painting of a fat unicorn the password and entered their rooms.
"I can't believe that we have to share rooms. You're going to contaminate everything in here," Malfoy sneered.
He briskly walked into the door marked with his name in silver.
Hermione walked to hers, two doors down. She opened the door, and gasped just as Malfoy groaned.
"My closet at home is bigger than this."
The king-sized bed was covered in gold and red. Hermione didn't take in too many details as she enacted the first part of her plan.
"Good night."
A/N: Wow, five pages! The server was down when I first tried to upload this…
sapphirechrystal1438: You're right; I made Hermione a tiny bit too accepting of her parent's death.
hermionemalfoy18: Thanks, I'll try to slow this down a bit. Drag out the events…
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