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Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognize. If I did, I wouldn't be writing lowly fanfics, I would be selling books for millions of dollars.
A/N Thanks a bunch to my two reviewers!! I love you guys!!
TKF: Can't have him, he's mine. My character=my guy. It's really not that hard to understand. Yes we all know it wasn't a dream, but it is Draco's dream. Mrs. Weasley isn't as protective as the Weasley brothers are. The Weasley brothers didn't react so kindly, but the best person for it is Harry, and they know that.
Sina: Thanks for being my number 2 reviewer!! I'm glad you like it!
This chapter is dedicated to Sam and Sina for reviewing. Review, and it may be dedicated to you next time.
~Chapter Two~
Draco woke up about an hour later with a slight headache. Madame Pomprey smiled knowingly as he opened his mouth, "I feel loads better, can I go to dinner?"
"Hmmm, let me guess. You would like to thank a certain Miss Granger?"
Draco blushed and nodded. "Please," he begged with puppy dog eyes.
"Of course you can! The things you normally use to get ready are in bathroom. I accio'd them here," Madame Pomprey smiled at Draco as he ran to the bathroom.
Thirty minutes later, just in time for dinner, Draco emerged from the bathroom. He was wearing baggy jeans with a tight emerald green shirt that showed off his muscles under his robes. He had obviously showered because the dirt and grass was off his face and out of his hair. He had grown his hair down to the top of his ears and now wore it parted down the middle instead of slicked back with gel.
Draco nodded a farewell to Madame Pomprey as he walked quickly down to dinner.
As he entered the room, many young eyes turned to him. The girls were the ones who had formed his little 'fan club' that met every Tuesday and stared at him for the rest of the week. The boys were the ones who pestered him about stories from the war. Draco's eyes were only on one brown-haired girl with the Head Girl badge.
Draco's hand instinctively touched his Head Boy badge. The two had become Heads when they returned. Ron and Harry's sense for adventure and rule breaking was the only reason one of them weren't Head Boy. Draco was calmer than those two and he suspected a certain nurse had talked to a certain headmaster. This, of course, had taken place.
Draco walked to the Slytherin table and sat down. He was glad to be rid of Pansy Parkinson and the two dim wits he called 'friends'. Somehow they had managed to graduate with the rest of the year. Unfortunately, this put him in the position of having no one to hang out with. This wasn't too bad, as Draco was mainly a solitary person and he did room with Hermione in the Head rooms.
Draco glanced over at Hermione just in time to see her laugh at something Ginny had said. He sighed and turned back to his food.
A little while later, Dumbledore stood up and clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. "As many of you know, the seventh years finished their N.E.W.T.s today. Exactly a week from today will be their graduation ceremony in the morning, and the graduation ball at night. Everyone is invited to the ceremony, but only seventh years and their dates can come to the ball. For the rest of the week, the seventh years have free run of Hogwarts, the grounds, and Hogsmeade. I want all of you to make sure the seventh years have the best last week of school. Now off to bed! Heads, I would like to talk to you before you leave."
Draco and Hermione made eye contact and worked their way through the crowd to the teachers' table. Dumbledore peered down at Draco and inquired, "Doing all right now, Draco?" Draco nodded and Dumbledore continued, "You two are in charge of organizing the ball. I could appoint teachers to do it, but you two know what you young people want. You are in charge of everything: music, flowers, decorations, food, tables, seating. Have fun! Oh, and one more thing, you two will open the first dance together."
Hermione and Draco started talking about different witch bands as they walked out of the Great Hall and to their rooms.
Draco couldn't wait until the ball. He knew it would be obligatory for Hermione, but he couldn't wait to dance with her.
That night, in their private common room, Hermione read a book curled up in a big chair and Draco wrote a song. He had taken up guitar in 4th year and was pretty good. Everyone who heard him said he had natural talent. He had brought his favorite acoustic and electric guitars with him. Although Hermione knew Draco played, she had never heard him. When he practiced songs for his band, he put a silencing charm on his room. Hermione had no idea he and his bad, Wild Animals, played in Hogsmeade the third Saturday of every month.
Draco stood up, said goodnight to Hermione and went to go try out the song he had just finished writing.
Hermione sighed, glad he hadn't said anything about the kiss. She couldn't get it off her mind. She had no idea what possessed her to kiss him, but she knew she had no regrets. Was she starting to have feelings for him? It certainly wasn't a problem anymore, now that they had become friends. It was just odd. She still found herself thinking of the old Malfoy. Then, she would remember how her carried her to Madame Pomprey on the battlefield and made sure she was all right. She thought back to a dream she had had in the hospital tent that day.
Madame Pomprey and Draco were talking.
"And I've seen the way you look at her. Don't worry, dear. She can go over here, and she'll be alright."
"How did you know? I've been denying it to myself for the past year. How- "
"Oh, I've seen many young lovers in Hogwarts, and many admirers. I know."
Draco looked relieved. "Thank you Madame Pomprey. I need to go help with the clean up outside," and with that, he left.
Hermione couldn't help but wish that dream was true. Draco was very nice looking and very smart. He was caring and he remembered her birthday and had her favorite flowers, blue lilies, waiting for her. He had helped her overcome her grief from her parents' and Mason's deaths those 3 weeks they spent at Hogwarts together.
Hermione realized exactly what was going on. She stood up as she realized exactly how long this had been going on. Christmas, when she had no one to go home to, she had spent at Hogwarts. Ron's parents were visiting Charlie again, so he, Ginny and Harry were staying at Hogwarts. Draco's father was dead, and his mother wanted him to stay at school in case anyone came around looking for vengeance.
Hermione had woken up in her large bed, and felt sad. Usually her mom would make pancakes and the family would open their presents around the tree. Draco had given Hermione a silver bracelet with a small emerald dragon on it. He had an emerald dragon on a chain around his neck that matched hers. What she didn't know was that it was sort of a safety charm and let him know when she was in trouble.
Hermione decided to go through the passageway into the Gryffindor common room. She tiptoed up the steps into the 2nd year boys' dormitories. She walked over to the fourth bed and pulled back the curtains. The boy with blonde hair lying in the bed was all that was left in her family. Her brother, Mark.
Once again, as she ran her hands through his hair, feeling that he was still alive, she was reminded of Draco. Draco had taken the boy under his wing. He hung out with Mark, helped him with his homework, gave him advice about girls, and even had started to teach him guitar. Draco understood how close the two were.
Hermione, comforted that Mark was still with her, headed back to her room. She picked up a quill and a roll of parchment and settled into her bed.
Dear Draco, she started.
And so midnight came, with the two unknowingly sitting back to back against the same wall, writing something for the other.
A/N How did I do? Is there anything you don't understand?! Feedback please!! Reviews will help inspire me!
Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognize. If I did, I wouldn't be writing lowly fanfics, I would be selling books for millions of dollars.
A/N Thanks a bunch to my two reviewers!! I love you guys!!
TKF: Can't have him, he's mine. My character=my guy. It's really not that hard to understand. Yes we all know it wasn't a dream, but it is Draco's dream. Mrs. Weasley isn't as protective as the Weasley brothers are. The Weasley brothers didn't react so kindly, but the best person for it is Harry, and they know that.
Sina: Thanks for being my number 2 reviewer!! I'm glad you like it!
This chapter is dedicated to Sam and Sina for reviewing. Review, and it may be dedicated to you next time.
~Chapter Two~
Draco woke up about an hour later with a slight headache. Madame Pomprey smiled knowingly as he opened his mouth, "I feel loads better, can I go to dinner?"
"Hmmm, let me guess. You would like to thank a certain Miss Granger?"
Draco blushed and nodded. "Please," he begged with puppy dog eyes.
"Of course you can! The things you normally use to get ready are in bathroom. I accio'd them here," Madame Pomprey smiled at Draco as he ran to the bathroom.
Thirty minutes later, just in time for dinner, Draco emerged from the bathroom. He was wearing baggy jeans with a tight emerald green shirt that showed off his muscles under his robes. He had obviously showered because the dirt and grass was off his face and out of his hair. He had grown his hair down to the top of his ears and now wore it parted down the middle instead of slicked back with gel.
Draco nodded a farewell to Madame Pomprey as he walked quickly down to dinner.
As he entered the room, many young eyes turned to him. The girls were the ones who had formed his little 'fan club' that met every Tuesday and stared at him for the rest of the week. The boys were the ones who pestered him about stories from the war. Draco's eyes were only on one brown-haired girl with the Head Girl badge.
Draco's hand instinctively touched his Head Boy badge. The two had become Heads when they returned. Ron and Harry's sense for adventure and rule breaking was the only reason one of them weren't Head Boy. Draco was calmer than those two and he suspected a certain nurse had talked to a certain headmaster. This, of course, had taken place.
Draco walked to the Slytherin table and sat down. He was glad to be rid of Pansy Parkinson and the two dim wits he called 'friends'. Somehow they had managed to graduate with the rest of the year. Unfortunately, this put him in the position of having no one to hang out with. This wasn't too bad, as Draco was mainly a solitary person and he did room with Hermione in the Head rooms.
Draco glanced over at Hermione just in time to see her laugh at something Ginny had said. He sighed and turned back to his food.
A little while later, Dumbledore stood up and clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. "As many of you know, the seventh years finished their N.E.W.T.s today. Exactly a week from today will be their graduation ceremony in the morning, and the graduation ball at night. Everyone is invited to the ceremony, but only seventh years and their dates can come to the ball. For the rest of the week, the seventh years have free run of Hogwarts, the grounds, and Hogsmeade. I want all of you to make sure the seventh years have the best last week of school. Now off to bed! Heads, I would like to talk to you before you leave."
Draco and Hermione made eye contact and worked their way through the crowd to the teachers' table. Dumbledore peered down at Draco and inquired, "Doing all right now, Draco?" Draco nodded and Dumbledore continued, "You two are in charge of organizing the ball. I could appoint teachers to do it, but you two know what you young people want. You are in charge of everything: music, flowers, decorations, food, tables, seating. Have fun! Oh, and one more thing, you two will open the first dance together."
Hermione and Draco started talking about different witch bands as they walked out of the Great Hall and to their rooms.
Draco couldn't wait until the ball. He knew it would be obligatory for Hermione, but he couldn't wait to dance with her.
That night, in their private common room, Hermione read a book curled up in a big chair and Draco wrote a song. He had taken up guitar in 4th year and was pretty good. Everyone who heard him said he had natural talent. He had brought his favorite acoustic and electric guitars with him. Although Hermione knew Draco played, she had never heard him. When he practiced songs for his band, he put a silencing charm on his room. Hermione had no idea he and his bad, Wild Animals, played in Hogsmeade the third Saturday of every month.
Draco stood up, said goodnight to Hermione and went to go try out the song he had just finished writing.
Hermione sighed, glad he hadn't said anything about the kiss. She couldn't get it off her mind. She had no idea what possessed her to kiss him, but she knew she had no regrets. Was she starting to have feelings for him? It certainly wasn't a problem anymore, now that they had become friends. It was just odd. She still found herself thinking of the old Malfoy. Then, she would remember how her carried her to Madame Pomprey on the battlefield and made sure she was all right. She thought back to a dream she had had in the hospital tent that day.
Madame Pomprey and Draco were talking.
"And I've seen the way you look at her. Don't worry, dear. She can go over here, and she'll be alright."
"How did you know? I've been denying it to myself for the past year. How- "
"Oh, I've seen many young lovers in Hogwarts, and many admirers. I know."
Draco looked relieved. "Thank you Madame Pomprey. I need to go help with the clean up outside," and with that, he left.
Hermione couldn't help but wish that dream was true. Draco was very nice looking and very smart. He was caring and he remembered her birthday and had her favorite flowers, blue lilies, waiting for her. He had helped her overcome her grief from her parents' and Mason's deaths those 3 weeks they spent at Hogwarts together.
Hermione realized exactly what was going on. She stood up as she realized exactly how long this had been going on. Christmas, when she had no one to go home to, she had spent at Hogwarts. Ron's parents were visiting Charlie again, so he, Ginny and Harry were staying at Hogwarts. Draco's father was dead, and his mother wanted him to stay at school in case anyone came around looking for vengeance.
Hermione had woken up in her large bed, and felt sad. Usually her mom would make pancakes and the family would open their presents around the tree. Draco had given Hermione a silver bracelet with a small emerald dragon on it. He had an emerald dragon on a chain around his neck that matched hers. What she didn't know was that it was sort of a safety charm and let him know when she was in trouble.
Hermione decided to go through the passageway into the Gryffindor common room. She tiptoed up the steps into the 2nd year boys' dormitories. She walked over to the fourth bed and pulled back the curtains. The boy with blonde hair lying in the bed was all that was left in her family. Her brother, Mark.
Once again, as she ran her hands through his hair, feeling that he was still alive, she was reminded of Draco. Draco had taken the boy under his wing. He hung out with Mark, helped him with his homework, gave him advice about girls, and even had started to teach him guitar. Draco understood how close the two were.
Hermione, comforted that Mark was still with her, headed back to her room. She picked up a quill and a roll of parchment and settled into her bed.
Dear Draco, she started.
And so midnight came, with the two unknowingly sitting back to back against the same wall, writing something for the other.
A/N How did I do? Is there anything you don't understand?! Feedback please!! Reviews will help inspire me!