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.
"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."
Draco Malfoy was tired and greatly needed his rest. He and the Mudblood had just walked into their new rooms. He was sorely disappointed.
Maybe the Mudblood, with friends like the Weasel, would be astonished at the "size" of the rooms. Draco Malfoy was not amused.
His room at Hogwarts was now the size of his closet. It was only 70 feet by 56 feet. How could he live like this?
He kept a calm face as he looked around, although he was grumbling internally. He had just been going to close his door when he heard her mumbling something unintelligible. Couldn't she just keep quiet, without rambling on about something else? First it was S.P.E.W, and now it was…whatever she had just said.
He didn't bother to think about it that much, although it disturbed him deeply. Why was she talking to him? She was being uppity, so he felt it necessary to ignore her.
She would end up like her parents if she kept breaking the Malfoy Codes of Honor. She deserved it, too. She had slapped him, for God's sake. Slapped a Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy estates!
He slept well that night, not that a Malfoy could sleep badly thank you very much. He woke up refreshed; although his pale skin might never recover from the injury he had received from her…the Mudblood.
He needed to think as he got dressed for his first day of classes at Hogwarts. What could he do to remind Granger of her proper place? He needed to figure this out, and soon. He made a mental list.
Okay, I have a good feeling that I can go through with this. With the help of my friends, of course. Crabbe and Goyle could beat her up…no, they would kill her before I had my fun. Ah, I have it! I will…he trailed off.
He walked out of the door to go to the Great Hall for breakfast. He found Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy Parkinson all waiting for him. Like the gentleman he was raised to be, he offered Pansy his arm. She accepted, and they walked regally (what else?) into the Hall.
He sat down at his seat; the head of the table. He heard the fool Headmaster mutter something about being united, but he just wanted to eat. He had a big day ahead of him if was going to go through with his plans.
After saying good night to Malfoy, Hermione smirked as she walked into her huge room. She was proud that she had become Head Girl, and that her parents had been there to hear her announcement. Had been, she thought.
Even more reason to go through with her plans. Not that she completely liked her plans for her sake. That idiot had killed her parents, or had a hand in it. He would pay for it.
Love is like a living death, especially that unrequited. This would be good. She went to bed, both teary with memories and smirking with plans.
She slept uneasily that night, with nightmares peppering her dreams. She eventually woke up in the morning in a cold sweat. She took a shower, got dressed, and went to the Great Hall for breakfast.
She met up with Harry and Ron in the hallway.
"Good morning, you two," she said.
"Herms, you look like you haven't slept at all!" Ron exclaimed, "What did Malfoy do to you?"
"I have a plan."
Harry chimed in, "that doesn't really answer the question. What did that git do to you?"
"Remember how he killed my parents?"
"He what? I'll get him, that uppity, no-good…"Ron said.
"Ron, calm down. Well, he didn't really kill them, but his father helped. Which is all the more reason to put my plan into action."
They reached the Great Hall, and sat near the head of the table. Being a hero, Harry's fellow Gryffindors always saved him and his closest friends that spot.
"Well, I figure that I could demote his ego a little bit."
"Good thinking…but how?" Harry asked.
"If I can get him to like me…"
"Hold on a minute, Hermione," Ron interrupted. "Like you? I don't think that git could like anyone besides that Parkinslut."
"We'll see about that. This will take him down a few notches if I can make him like me, but then I'll reject him."
"I don't really like it, but I guess I approve. What about you, Ron?" Harry asked.
"Fine, but I still don't like the fact that you two are sharing rooms."
Hermione plotted the rest of breakfast. When it was over, she got up to go to Double Potions. With the Slytherins. This would be a very interesting day.
You see Pansy, if I can get her to like me, I can ruin both her friendship with Pothead, and get her back for being uppity…Draco wrote to Pansy in the middle of Potions. They were supposed to be taking notes, but what did the triple-agent Severus Snape care? Mr. Malfoy would be his new lord if Voldemort were killed.
Fine, Draco. However,…getting close to her? You will need to cleanse thoroughly.
I know.
I guess I will back you up on this one. But, honey, try not to really fall in love, okay?
With her? That would be impossible! Why would any true Malfoy fall in love, let alone with a Mudblood?
I thought you were in love with me.
Out of necessity. A Malfoy always guards his feelings. About anyone, or anything. Except disgust.
Pansy sighed. Fine.
The rest of class, Draco tried to figure out what to do next.
His chance came immediately after class. Hermione had dropped her quill, so he walked quickly to give it to her. He held it in the very tips of his fingers, cringing that he was touching such a thing.
"Miss Granger," he called. He put a hand on her shoulder. "I believe you've dropped this."
He handed her the quill. She just stood there, staring at him. Without thinking of her plans, she slapped him.
"What was that for?" she screeched.
"All I did was return your quill."
"You…you…touched me! Draco Malfoy, Pureblood Extraordinaire, touched a Mudblood!"
She ran off to her next class, worrying all the way.
Am I sure I can really do this, make that idiot like me? I can barely stand him touching me or talking to me…
By the time she got to her next class, Care of Magical Creatures, Hermione was out of breath. Her face was red, and she shakily sat down at an empty desk. Thankfully, this class was not with the Slytherins.
Hagrid walked towards her, as there were a few minutes left until the lesson started.
"'ermione, are you alright?" he asked.
"Yes, yes. I am fine, thank you. Just a little…nervous," she replied.
"Because of the pop quiz?"
"Pop quiz?"
Hagrid sighed.
"Yes, we will be working with creatures that are part-horse. Centaur an' the like. Unicorns too. I was goin' ter see who knew what to do with them. Part o' las' nights readin' that nobody ever does. But since you know all the stuff, it's jus' as well tha' you know."
"Erm…thanks, Hagrid."
"Oops…got ter go start the lesson," he said as Harry sat down next to Hermione.
"He works so hard," Harry said.
There was a pause between the two of them.
"So…how is your plan working?"
"Ugh…no good. I can't stand him touching me. It's just…wrong."
"That's a normal reaction. Don't worry about it. But in case you get over it…just know that Ron and I are right behind you. Just ask for help and we'll be there."
"Thanks."
Throughout the rest of class, Hermione felt jittery, but better now. She carefully took notes as she watched Hagrid get a girl to catch a unicorn. She would start again on her plan later. If she could start again at all.
A/N: Not as long as before, but I got reviews! Yeah! Thank you all so much…
sno-angel: Thanks…I don't like those stories where Hermione is abandoned, either. It refutes the books idea that all three are best friends forever…I do try to keep them in character, it makes it flow better than when the two just magically fall in love in the beginning.
freakinred: (see above about staying in character…I always love reading the stories where Draco and Hermione share a room. There will be more "plots" ahead, but I'm trying to make the story go slowly and smoothly. They will most likely be "hopelessly attracted" later, after the plots go on for a while.
hermionemalfoy18: I'm glad you like it. I really try to follow my reviews for suggestions. Happy reading!
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