A/N: I was so bored after the exams, and I really don't feel like studying. I really, really don't feel like hitting the books. So I decided to go for the next best thing: I wrote a story about a girl who loves to learn. And here is the product of my unfounded boredom. Enjoy. As all writers would want you to, please review. I'm very much open to all feedbacks.
Draco x Hermione. Two-shot fic. (As in, two chapters only)
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (and related trademarks) in any way. I only own this fanfic…but not its characters.
Note: The two characters here are OOC, for good reasons. Especially Draco. I mean…c'mon people! This is Draco Malfoy we are talking about! Duh!
Owls
'Damn it! Why can't I sleep?' Hermione angrily thought. Her eyes were dead tired, and she could hardly keep them open. But her mind was wide awake. Thoughts kept pouring in her head, and she couldn't shake them off.
And the blanket of silence wasn't helpful either. No noise distracted her from her feelings; feelings that were normally shut away by the day's hustles and bustles. And now they've come to haunt her…inevitably. Seeing her own helplessness against herself, she let her train of thoughts come.
'I still got the Transfiguration project incomplete. I wonder how I can make it more presentable. Oh, and I still have that darn Potions homework. I'm still one scroll short! Maybe I'll ask some more parchment from Ron or Harry. Heck, they'll probably copy from me anyway. Not this time! I worked hard on this one. Then again, Snape's getting harsher as each day come. He used to be on short fuse, now it's like the fuse blew up all the same!'
'Of course, he's always kind to his dear, dear Slytherin. All as evil as him. Especially Malfoy. Oh Malfoy, how I despise him! He intentionally placed that newt tail on Neville's cauldron! That was no accident! I was supervising over Neville's all that time! Poor Neville, points taken from him…and he had to be rushed to the hospital wing. And what did Malfoy and his evil cronies did? Laugh their foolish heads off!'
She remembered that horrible day at Potions, which caused her to infuriate, which caused her to be more wide awake. Realizing that, she cursed Malfoy as if he was in front of her.
'Ugh, screw this! How can I sleep when that ferret is plaguing my mind!'
At this, she decided to take a peaceful walk. 'Maybe to the lake. That always calms me down.'
She headed for the girl's bathroom. She forced her eyes to open, but tiredness burdened her eyelids. They then turned to slits. She fixed herself up, tied her hair, and wore a yellow sleeveless knitted vest over a red long-sleeved. She then put on a pair of black jeans, and a pair of ankle-high leather boots.
And she headed outside the common room.
Meanwhile…
'What do I have to give to fall into sleep?' It was nonetheless Draco Malfoy, grumbling in his half-asleep stupor. He, too, was finding a hard time to sleep. And like his Gryffindor counterpart, trains of thoughts entered his mind unwillingly.
'I've got to admit, today was kinda fun. I wonder who placed that newt tail in Longbottom's cauldron. I'd like to shake that person's hand! Genius! And Granger got blamed for it! Stupid mudblood took responsibility. Extra assignment…probably means nothing for her, though. Stupid ugly bookworm! I bet she's having the time of her life writing 5 scrolls on how the newt tail is significant to Potions.'
He thought with a smile although a smaller voice ringed in his mind, 'But it was like pangs to you to see Hermione get flushed like that.'
'NO!' He defended. 'I was fine with that! I even laughed at her misery!'
'Physically, but how come you felt hollow inside when you noticed Hermione's eyes start to water? And how is it that you felt sorry for her when she looked away from Snape and the Slytherins? Hmm, explain that?'
'I said I was just fine with Hermione's sad eyes! It was even amusing!'
'Na-ah! It pains you so, to pretend like she's nothing to you. In truth, Hermione's the name you whisper at night.'
'I have no desire whatsoever for Hermione! Wait, why did I just let her foul name pass through my lips? It's Granger! GRANGER!' Unfortunately for Draco, he said the latter part out loud. Luckily, no one was awake to hear it.
'I'm losing my mind.' And at this, he stood up and fixed himself. And headed for a nighttime stroll.
'Ah, this is peaceful.' Hermione thought, as she gazed upon the Great Lake. Velvet waters reflected the blue moonlight. It was so peaceful that she imagined herself walking on the water without falling. A blanket of calmness rested upon the atmosphere. The full moon was shining, and their rays danced upon the leaves. Quiet happiness filled Hermione's heart. 'Finally, away from everything! School work, Malfoy, noise, Malfoy, tension, Malfoy…' She was in a condition in where she knows it's best to be alone. Not even Harry or Ron could be a good companion as of the moment. Definitely not Malfoy.
She rested on her back, and let the soft grass blades caress her skin. Nature's sounds slowly lulled her to the sleep she was yearning for. She was in an oblivious state of bliss. So oblivious, that she didn't hear someone coming.
His blonde hair was soft against the cool night breeze. His green and silver robes shone magnificently against the pale moonlight. The darkness contrasted well with his icy blue eyes.
He, too, gazed upon the serenity of the lake. 'I didn't know that lake could be this peaceful.' Though he belongs to a house famous for its notorious behavior, tonight, his silent longing for peacefulness was satisfied.
Draco walked towards the lake, and has this wild notion of touching its serene surface.
It was amazing, really; these two people didn't realize they were in the company of each other.
Draco decided to survey the scene more. Leaves danced with the breeze; once or twice, he saw some kind of fish surface to the water, then dive down back again. By his left side, he saw…
'A lump of earth?'
Overcome by curiosity, he walked towards it. He then discovered that it was no piece of earth at all. It was, as he kneeled beside it, a human being; a girl. By her clothes, she's definitely a Gryffindor. 'Who else would sport gold-and-red? Hideous!'
'What the heck-? Is she dead?' He thought nervously, panic rising. He felt her wrist, and felt a pulse. 'Okay, she's alive, but who is 'she' exactly?' As she lied on her back but her face looked away. In fear he might awake her (as that would naturally have questions entailed to it), he slowly turned her face towards him. A gasp escaped his mouth.
'Granger!'
His fear was confirmed, as she slowly opened her eyes.
She felt tired but conscious. But she couldn't have been ready to the sight that loomed before her.
A boy, also in the 7th year, with gentle flowing blonde hair, and blue eyes one could wander and get lost in. Smooth and fair complexion raced throughout his body. His robes shone silver and green.
She woke up with a start.
"Malfoy!" She exclaimed, and she sat up sharply, ready to run at any minute.
For a minute, her brown eyes locked with his blue eyes. Something about him at the moment told her she up to no harm. She let her guard down.
Draco was surprised, to say the least, at the amazing turn of events. Here he was, at the shore of the Great Lake, with the best friend of his arch enemy under the pale moonlight. Her soft curls (she had set her hair to what she did in the Yule Ball, 3 years ago) rested gently on her shoulders, as most of it was tied by a hair band. Her soft and fair complexion was greatly accented by the sapphire moonlight. Her lips were rosy, and her body was well-defined by what she wore.
Awkward silence drifted in the scene. He sat down, while she was some good distance away from, seated with her legs slightly stretched away from her.
He decided to break the silence. "Sheesh, mudblood, don't act like I'm going to take advantage of you." He said, with a tinge of amusement in his voice.
She visibly blushed at his words. "It's…it's not like that! I just…couldn't believe this."
"Believe what?" Draco asked, feigning ignorance.
"This! I mean, I just wanted to talk a walk to set my mind off…everything, and then I end up with…you." Hermione managed to stutter out.
"Don't make it sound like it's planned."
"I bloody know it's not!" Hermione felt her dormant anger rising in her. "Why would I plan anything with you? Especially not since that incident in Potions class!"
"What does that have to do with me? You took responsibility for it!"
"You placed that newt tail in Neville's cauldron didn't you? You slimy little…"
"That wasn't me!"
"Oh it was most definitely you! Who else could've done it?"
"I'm not the only Slytherin, you know. I'm not the only one who has something against you prats!"
"Yeah, but YOU have the greatest grudge of them all!"
He sneered at her comment. "Yeah, that's just about right."
She visibly shook. "Why you disgusting foul-"
Draco raised a hand to cut her off. "Save it, mudblood." He was surprised when she just sighed and shook her head.
"Yeah, I guess." She said, her voice resigned. "I'm too tired to argue with you."
"Yeah…I suppose so." Draco reciprocated.
Awkward silence fell again.
A/N: First chapter is done! Ye-bang! This one's more of setting the scene. Sigh…don't worry; you'll see the climax in the next chappie. I just love making these two characters…oops…ain't gonna tell ya!
Review, okay? I want to know what you think of my first HP fic. Be fair, okay:P