A/n- Sorry it took so long, but hey, it's here and I hope it's good. I'll ramble at the bottom, enjoy the chapter.
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Nice Try
Draco tapped the end of his quill on the desk and then bit it. He was bored, tired, angry and confused. He scrawled a few more lines to the end of his class work, got up, and handed it the Professor McGonagall.
"You may go," she said without looking up from her papers. Draco shuffled back to his desk, grabbed his bag and slinging it over his shoulder and practically ran out of the class. He flew down the corridors, tracing his way back to his room.
He dropped his bag on the floor of the room and sprinted back out into the hallway, running all the way to dinner. He was starved; he had skived off lunch to work in the library. The work load was tremendous in 7th year; he was surprised he hadn't collapsed from exhaustion yet.
And it had only been three days. Three days back and his shoulder had bruises from carrying his bag. And Hermione was like a slave driver; making him do his homework right when he got home from dinner until late into the night. And she kept trying to make him use this planner thing; whenever he wrote something in it, it screamed insults at him. He was so fed up with it he had chucked it into the fireplace yesterday. Hermione hadn't found out about that yet.
She had been worse yesterday, when they had gotten into a fight. That's right; Hermione was no longer speaking to him. She said he needed to get his priorities in order and that he acted childish. Just because he refused to sit anywhere near Harry or Ron at meal times and insulted them privately in the common room. Hermione was fed up with him.
"Malfoy!" a voice screamed into his head. He shook himself out of his thoughts and looked around. He was sitting next to Hermione at the Gryffindor table and she was giving him angry looks. "Did you hear a word I said?" she asked angrily.
"Huh? No, I have more important things to think about than you, Granger," he drawled lazily and smirked at her. She shrugged off the look like she normally did and he rolled his eyes.
"Stop being the world's biggest prat and listen to me. I'm going to the Gryffindor common room to do homework, do you want to come?" she said and tapped her foot impatiently as he thought about it.
"No, I don't. I'll see you later," he said and got up, not even glancing back. He passed the Slytherin table where he got booed by several people and hissed at. He chucked the finger at them and stalked out of the Hall.
He treaded the familiar path to his common room, said the password, and entered it. He quickly collapsed into his armchair and almost immediately fell asleep. He dreamt soundly for awhile, his breathing even falling with the rise and fall of his chest, much like his life.
He had a dream that Voldemort had captured him and brought him to his house and tried to drown his dog in his pool. Draco tried to tell Voldemort that he should drown Draco instead because his dog had magical powers and couldn't die. But Voldemort didn't listen and tried to drown him anyways. When Draco woke up, his body drenched with sweat, Voldemort had been advancing on him, telling him how he ruined everything.
He glanced around his surroundings and breathed a sigh of relief. No pool, no dog and no Voldemort. He grabbed his books and took a deep breath before setting to work on his homework. He barely noticed the time and worked late into the late until Hermione burst into the room, tired from running.
"Almost…got…caught…by Filch," she gasped out as she clutched the stitch in her side. Draco looked away and glanced at his watch.
"Yeah that's because it's 1:30 in the morning," he said and yawned.
"Yeah, Harry and Ron both went to bed," she said and stretched, dropping her bad painfully on her foot. "Shit!" she yelled, grabbing her foot as it throbbed. Draco was rolling on the ground laughing so hard it hurt.
"Ho-ho- that was hilarious Granger," he managed to choke out. She cursed at him and he snarled back. She gave him a pity face and sat down on the couch.
"Are you still mad at me?" she asked him and he began to pack away things, successfully finishing his work up to date.
"Um, yeah,' he said simply and zipped his bag as he heard her sigh and climb over to him.
"Do I have to bribe you?" she said and leaned closer to him. He smirked as his lips neared dangerously close to his.
"Maybe," he murmured into them and she kissed him full on the lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth quickly. She pinned him down onto the couch, holding his hands above and continued kissing him.
"Mad at me now?" she said as she rolled off of him and onto the floor. He laughed a little bit before smiling at her.
"I guess not," he said and rolled his eyes. He didn't see a reason to be mad at her at all, she had just given him a very good reason not to be anyways. He had missed kissing her. He knew they could never date but Draco had always enjoyed a little snogging anyways.
"Eh ha, I can't believe I had to bribe you," she pouted at she headed back to her room, where she could use a good night sleep.
"Well, yes, that's the kind of person I am," he said lazily and dragged himself over to his door.
"Night," she yawned.
"Goodnight Hermione," he said groggily and climbed slowly up the stairs. He blinked several times before simply falling into his bed, his clothes still on. He fell into sleep very quickly, forgetting to set his alarm.
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Draco turned over sleepily in his bed, blinking his eyes open, registering the time in his mind. 11:30! What the hell!
"Ahhh!" he screamed. "Bloody hell, I'm really late!" he yelled again and ran out the door without changing his robes from yesterday. He streamed through the bathroom to Hermione's room, where the blinds were still shut and she was still fast asleep.
"Merlin, Hermione, get up!" he said, shaking her gently. She flipped out and sat straight up, her hair disheveled over her face and a look of terror on her face as soon as she noticed her clock.
She groaned loudly as the time registered. "We overslept, didn't we?" she said simply, swinging her legs out of bed. She too was still in her robes from yesterday, like Draco.
"Where are you going?" Draco asked as she began to go downstairs.
"To class!" she yelled at him. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Alright, but I'm skipping," he said and let her go. She came running back up the stairs and said," I'm skipping too."
Draco blinked at her several times, his mouth gaping. She laughed at him and he gave her an odd look. "You're skipping too?" he said, not believing her.
"Yeah, why not," she said and shrugged her shoulders as she lay back down on her bed. Draco walked sleepily back to his room, grabbed clothes, and walked back into the bathroom. He took a shower, which woke him up, brushed his hair and then entered his room.
It was already a mess. He spent a quarter of an hour, while Hermione was in the shower, to clean up his room. (That just rhymed, I know.) He threw his clothes into a pile on the floor where they would get washed by the house elves, and placed books and such on his desk.
Hermione entered his room while Draco was listening to music on his CD player, a muggle device that plays music, which he had managed to charm so it could work in Hogwarts. She tapped him on the shoulder and he freaked out, not knowing who it was. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw who it was.
"Hey," he said as he shut off the music and removed his headphones.
"Hey," she said back to him and stared outside. Draco glanced outside; it was a beautiful day out. Perfect for; yes! Flying!
"Where are you going?" she asked him as he crossed the room, grabbed his broom, and shouldered it.
"To fly," he said simply and strode off, out the door, down the stairs and out of the portrait door. Hermione caught up with him just as he was going out the front doors.
"I'm coming with you," she panted. She had obviously run to catch up to him.
Draco huffed and looked at her. "I have never seen you fly before," he said but continued walking. "But I'll teach you." She looked petrified.
Once at the pitch, Draco showed Hermione how to grip the broom tight and he let her get on in front of him, promising her she would be fine. He held on to her and kicked off hard, her screams piercing the air as they rose higher and higher. She was steering and Draco found himself enjoying the ride. She was a pretty decent flier.
"Draco Malfoy! Hermione Granger!" came an angry, curt voice. Draco looked down and the color drained from his face. Professor McGonagall was at the edge of the pitch, her mouth a thin line. Draco was scared.
He directed the broom down and landed softly on the ground. Hermione was trembling, and Draco didn't think it was from the broom ride.
"Cutting classes, and flying outside, unattended! I would have thought better from the Head Boy and Head Girl! Especially you Ms. Granger!" she said angrily. Hermione and Draco both hung their heads.
"You will both go and collect your work from your teachers. You will also serve detention with me, tonight at 8 p.m. in my office. Do not be late. Also, 20 points from Gryffindor and-" she stopped, remembering that Draco was no longer in Slytherin.
"Right, well, good day to you both," she said before marching off. Draco gave Hermione a look. She looked to be on the verge of tears.
"Professor! Professor, wait up!" he said, running to catch up.
"What is it, Mr. Malfoy?" she asked him. He was going to turn himself in; Hermione didn't deserve the detention.
"It was my idea to cut classes. I thought it would be fun and I-I made her go with me," he said, hoping she would buy that.
"Nice try, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco cursed as she walked away and sighed. He had messed up again.
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"I don't blame you," Hermione said as she transferred some files into folders and put the folders back into their cabinets. Their detention was spent in the dungeons, cleaning out old files from troublemakers. Something Harry had done last year. Draco had noticed many files with his Harry's father on them. He also noticed a couple with his dad's name on them.
"Yeah, whatever," he said, bored, and continued to shift papers. He snarled at a few of them, which were old and musty, and lit them on fire with his wand. Hermione laughed. He continued to do this until he came across a different folder. It was clearly labeled DO NOT OPEN. DO NOT READ.
Naturally curious, Draco picked it up, intending on opening it. Hermione's hand grabbed his and pulled it away. "Can you read, it says do not open!" she squealed.
"Who cares, no will notice!" he said and grabbed the file, and before she could pull his hand away again, opening the file. At first he thought nothing was on the page inside it at all, but then he noticed a tiny line of scrawled numbers at the bottom of the page. It said 1979.
Draco felt the wind get knocked out of him as he got thrown back from the folder that Hermione was now touching also. He felt it slip out of his fingers and fall to the ground. The papers around them began to swirl in a wind gust, and Hermione and Draco were floating in the air. The last thing Draco remembered hearing was Hermione screaming in his ear, "Dracoooooo!" before blacking out.
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A/n- Cliffhanger, ooooo! Wanted to go on but decided against it. I know I'm terribly evil, but I felt like we needed one to keep you guys hanging. Please review and I'll update fast! If not, then it's your own fault.
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