The HK: The Hogwarts Kismet

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Chapter 1: Old faces, new flames.

Harry sighed with relief, finally feeling at home at Hogwarts again. He scanned the entrance hall searching for his two best friends, who he hadn't managed to find on the train. Suddenly, someone caught his eye. He didn't recognized the girl, she must be a transfer or something. She was by far the most gorgeous girl he had seen in a while. From behind he could see her glossy, honey curls, that she tossed over her shoulder, to reveal a smooth, golden-tanned neck. She spun around obviously looking for someone, and his sparkling emerald eyes met hers. As their gazes locked, he found himself getting lost in her familiar, warm, chocolate eyes. Her face broke into a smile, and she started to run towards him. "Harry!" she cried, flinging her arms around his neck and embracing him in a friendly hug.

"H..h..h..hermione?" he stuttered.

"W..w..w..what Harry?" she mocked him laughing.

He noticed that her eyes lit up and it made his stomach do somersaults.

"It's so good to see you again!" she said, smiling, "I didn't get the chance to tell you that i got head-girl!" she squealed.

"That's amazing!" Harry laughed, "but it's not as though you wouldn't have got it anyway..." he joked. She hit him playfully and Harry recoiled in mock pain. It felt so good to see her again, he hadn't realized how much he missed her.

"Harry! Oi! Hermione!" The pair looked up to see a familiar red-head battling agianst the flow of the crowd. When he finally reached them, Harry could see him looking Hermione up and down in surprise. He engaged Harry in a boyish yet complicated handshake that Hermione had never understood, and pulled Hermione into an awkward, gruff hug.

"Uhh! Ron what the fuck are you doing!" she cried, playfully pushing him away. Ron's ears turned pink and he looked down at his feet.

"Come on let's get to the hall guys, don't want to miss the sorting!" Harry said pushing them along.

"Yes, yes it's my duty as headgirl to attend the sorting," Harry and Ron rolled their eyes, and Hermione snorted, "God, i was only kidding!" she laughed. They only just managed to make it to their seats in time before Proffessor McGonnagal announced the sorting was about to commemce. After the sorting, the boys ravenously started to devour the feast, and Hermione rolled her eyes taking a piece of chiken and some potato. "Howsh fshyour shummer herm-mumph-o-nee?" Ron managed to say in between large mouthfulls of steak. "My 'shummer' was good thank you Ron, but next time could you please swallow first?" Hermione said lookng innocent as she picked at her chicken. "Whose head boy?" Harry asked pretending to not be very interesed, even though he wished that he himself would share a common room and a bathroom with Hermione. "You know, I'm not too sure, but Dumbledor said he would announce it to us at the end of the feast!" Hermione said. scanning the room for possible candidates.

As the last crumbs of desert faded away, or in Ron's case licked away, Dumbledor stood up and the hall fell silent looking at him expectantly. He spread his arms wide, "Welcome to another fresh year at Hogwarts! With last summer's defeat of Voldemort, I hope that this year will be a year of peace and house unity. I would like to also announce the new head boy and girl. Would Miss Hermione Granger and Mr Draco Malfoy please stand up!" The teachers clapped politely, but the rest of the school remained silent and uncertain, as they all knew of Draco's betrayal of Voldermort after being made his right hand man. Hermione tried to hold in a gasp as she looked over at the Slytherin, who slowly began to rise stealing glances at his head counterpart. Hermione noticed this and smirked to herself, seemingly oblivious to his reaction. Harry gazed up at her, and glanced at Draco. He couldn't help but feel a sharp stab of jealousy digging into him. "Congratulations to our new head boy and girl, I'm confident that they will succeed in their responsibilities this school year!" Dumbledor finished his speech. Harry snorted very loudly and the whole school turned to look at him. Shit he thought, I did that a bit too loudly.

Shit Hermione thought, I have to share a bathroom with Malfoy.

Shit Dumbledor thought, and chuckled to himself at his bad language, I forgot to remind them about the Forbbiden Forest.

Shit Ron thought, All the food's gone. Each completely unaware of the others thoughts. Draco stole another glance over at the Gryffindor table. Shit, he thought, Why'd she have to go and get so damn hot?

"Uh…so, I guess I'll take this room then?" Hermione asked uncertainly, looking anxiously over at her new roomate. "Yeh fine." Draco replied, uneasily. The pair stood opposite each other, both feeling extremely awkward. Hermione had expected some rude remark out of Draco the minute they walked into their common room, but so far he had been completely…well…normal. Maybe after helping to defeat Voldemort, he'd changed, but she couldn't be too sure, just yet. After they'd unpacked their stuff, they both ended up sitting on the sofa by the warm, lit fire.

"So…did you have a good summer?" Hermione asked, feeling like a complete idiot. She was only trying to make some conversation, she might as well make an effort if she was going to be spending a lot of time with him this year.

"Uh, yeh it was alright." Draco mumble, glancing up at her, "how about you?"

"Fine…yeh, just fine…" Hermione looked up at him. He'd definitely…grown. His white-blonde hair was messy and his silver-blue eyes reflected the dancing flames in the fire. He looked more…mature, which was something Hermione hadn't really seen in many other boys. Except for maybe…Harry? Their eyes locked, and they just sat staring at each other, for what seemed like ages.

"You know, I know your not over-joyed by the fact that I'm head boy…but, well, I hope we can just get on well…?" Draco said leaving a question hanging in the air, but the thing was, Hermione wasn't sure what that question was.

"No, no…I'm, errr…glad that your head boy. I hope we can…'get on well' too…" she said, still uncertain. She looked into his striking eyes and felt a funny sensation in her stomach, like butterflies that had got stuck in a washing machine.

"Well I think I'll go to bed now." She said, eventhough it was only nine. She stood up and picked up her books from the coffee table, "Good night…" she mumbled…and then she dropped all her books. "Shit…" she muttered and she bent down to pick them all up, her cheeks turning red. Draco instantly got off the sofa and helped her pick them up. He carried half of them back into her room and placed them on a huge pile of books by her bed.

"You sure have a lot of books…" Draco said, a smile sneeking across his face. Hermione turned around and lightly pushed him in a playful way. She grinned.

"I like to read"

"Obviously" Draco laughed. She pushed him again and started to laugh herself, recalling the stupid way she'd try to carry seven, massive books, and the stupid way she'd dropped them all. They both started to laugh uncontrolably, until they were kneeling on her bed. As their laughter faded into just faint chuckles, their eyes locked again. It was something they just couldn't control. Draco's hand fell ontop of hers. She glanced down unsurely, but looked up slowly into his eyes.

"You're a very special girl," Draco said softly, "sweet dreams." He got up and left the room, leaving Hermione in a state of complete and utter shock. Shit! Draco thought. Why the fuck did I say that? He walked briskly into his room and shut the door.

"Hey. How's was your night then? Sleep well?" Harry asked Hermione. He tried not to sound like he was intrested in the fact that she was sharing a room with Draco, but it was eating away inside of him.

"Hey…um..yeh it was ok, yeh, yeh, I slept well…" she muttered, which was a complete lie. She hadn't slept well at all. All she could think about was Draco. It was killing her. She couldn't even look at him in the morning…well she could, she couldn't help but check out his extremely fit body, could she?

"Um…I need to talk to you." Harry said.

"Oh yeh? What's up?"

"Alone."

Harry took her hand and led her up a flight of stairs and into some empty classroom. He looked ajitated and nervous. He took her other hand and gazed at her. She looked at him curiously.

"Hermione, I…I didn't realize how much I missed you over the summer. I really, um…like you." He said, anxiously looking up at her.

"Oh I missed you too harry…I like you too!" she laughed, "if I didn't I wouldn't be your friend."

"No Hermione…I don't mean 'like' like that. I mean it like this."

Then Harry did something that shocked Hermione and made her almost gasp. He leaned over, closer to her, and kissed her. She stood, stunned.

"Oh…uh I have to go to class now Harry." She said quickly, and she rushed out the door, leaving Harry standing alone. Hermione was shocked beyond belief. Did that really just happen? She shook her head as if to wake up from a dream, and ran to her next class.

"Are you ok? You look pretty shaken up." Ron asked Hermione.

"Uh…well…I have a bit of a situation, Ronald."

"Ronald? Jesus Hermione this must be a pretty bad situation if you just called me 'Ronald'!"

"It is."

"What is it? What's wrong?" A flicker of worry flashed across Ron's face.

"Harry kissed me." Ron's jaw dropped.

"WHAT?" he almost screamed.

"…and I think I like Draco." Hermione gasped at her own comment and her hand flew to her mouth. She shook her head. Did she really just say that? No, no she couldn't like Draco. Draco Malfoy? Please…he was the LAST person…and then she saw him walk into class. Everything disappeared for her. She looked at him, he looked at her, and it was as though they were the only two people in the world.

"WHAT? Hermione that's bullshit! All of it! How can you possibly like HIM and how could HE have kissed YOU!..." Ron rambled on, and shook her back into reality. She buried her face in her hands.

"What am I going to do Ron? I really like Draco. I know it's crazy but I can't help it! But then there's Harry…he kissed me Ron. I don't know what to do. I can't choose to be with Draco over Harry, Draco might not even like me!" She started to sob.

"Hermione, it's ok. Come on now, think sensibly. Of course you can't 'choose' Draco over Harry. Hermione, it's Draco Malfoy. It's not even possible for you two to be together. Out of all the people in the world…Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy…you and Harry on the other hand…Hermione, I'm just saying, this is reality!" Ron said. This just made Hermione cry more, raindrop tears streaming down her bronzed-rosy cheeks.

Draco looked over at Hermione. She was crying. Why was she crying? Was she ok? He desperatly wanted to go over and comfort her, hold her, tell her everything was ok, but that was impossible. He remained rooted to his seat. He longed for her. Which was crazy. He couldn't stop looking at her though. What was wrong? At the end of class he watched as Hermione ran out. He followed her. She was heading to their room.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" he asked, rushing to her side as soon as they got inside.

"Nothing…I'm ok, really Draco, it's nothing"

"Of course it's not nothing" He said. She was sitting on the sofa, her head in her hands.

"Hermione, I care about you. I don't want you to be upset…" Draco said softly, putting his arm around her. He lifted her face up so that he could look into her eyes.

"I know this is ridiculous, but…I can't stop thinking about you. I want to be with you." He told her, stroking her golden, soft hair. This made Hermione feel crushed. She felt weak inside, and her insides had gone all gooey. She shook her head. This was Draco Malfoy. She couldn't seriously think that they could possibly…she pulled away from him and stood up.

"Draco…I'm sorry, but…I'm…I'm…with someone else right now." She wimpered. This is the right thing to do Hermione, think. This is reality.

"What? Who?" Draco stood up. He felt angry and ashamed, humiliated. He felt the funny feeling in his stomach drop to the floor. He felt like a dagger had ripped into his heart that he could never remove. Why does she make me feel like this?

"Um…well…Harry, I guess…" Hermione sobbed, "I have to go, I'm sorry…" and she walked out the door, leaving another boy standing alone, gaping after her. Once she had gone that particular boy muttered something incoherant to everyone except himself "I think im falling in love with you..."

Hermione was so confused, and torn. She wanted to just find Harry. She went up to the Gryfindor common room and ran into the boys dormitory, only to find two people inside. Harry, and Cho Chang.

A/N: Dun dun dun! what is going on? hahah we couldnt resist to leave you with a cliffie! Please review if you like it and if you dont... why are you reading it?