Yes, it's in my profile, I'm a Hamilton fan. Now, enjoy this Hammy Dramione based story. All rights go to their respective owners; JKR owns Harry Potter and Lin Manuel Miranda, plus Broadway owns Hamilton.
Helpless
Boy you got me helpless! Look into your eyes and the skies the limit- I'm helpless! Down for the count and I'm drowning in em'. I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight, we were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night. Laughin' at my sister as she's dazzling the room...
She was doing the one thing she promised herself not to do. She kept telling herself that he wouldn't even look at her, and that he'd surely make fun of her behind her back. Well, he surely didn't despite what Hermione thought.
Being the over thinker she is, Hermione was hopeful that he wouldn't show up. Though, it was a good chance that he would, seeing that the Christmas Gala was one of the rare, annual things he would attend to, not to mention his own mother was hosting it. As she was sure that many would not feel safe in the manor, Narcissa Malfoy decided to host it annually in one of the many Malfoy estate houses in London.
Trying to distract herself from the subject, Hermione looked to the center of the room as the couple in the center danced with each other, a 'slow dance' in other words.
The brunette chuckled as her best friends, Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter were so lost in each other that they didn't realize how much attention they were attracting, especially because of the glistening band on the redhead's finger. Which was slipped on the previous week with one of the most romantic gestures- well, to them and all Quidditch players.
Hermione had the task of disillusioning the boxes where close family and friends were, eager to see how the infamous Harry Potter would propose to his 'Hogwarts sweetheart' Ginevra Weasley.
Meanwhile Ron was standing a good few feet from them, joking around with their former classmates, Neville, Dean, Seamus; let's just say that there were a lot more. "Oi, Hermione! Come join us!" Ron shouted once his eyes landed on her.
Smiling, she passed the lovebirds and stood next to Ron. "Looking good Hermione!" Dean commented. "Thank you, Dean. How's Parvati?" She asked politely. "She's doing great, she's over there with Lavender and some of the other ladies." He responded, looking over her shoulder trying to spot his girlfriend.
"I'm glad that you could join our little group here, 'Mione. Neville was just talking about-"
"Lil' group?" Seamus interrupted. "We're called 'The Rebels' mate, ya best get that next time." The redhead rolled his eyes, "Call it whatever you want Seamus, all im certain is, we're not a group of 'rebels.'"
Then you walked in and my heart went "Boom!" Tryin' to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom, everybody's dancin' and the band's top volume. Grind to the rhythm as we wine and dine! Grab my sister and whisper, "Yo this one's mine."
Laughing, she didn't notice who had recently stepped into the grand ballroom.
Draconis Lucius Malfoy.
He was dressed in a suit, and boy did he look handsome. With his ruffled hair, and his piercing blue eyes... boy did he look-
"Hermione? Hermione!" A loud voice snapped her out of her daze. "Huh? Oh!" The young woman was blushing out of embarrassment, and she was sure that her face was as red as her dress.
Yes, the dress, the whole outfit that Ginevra Potter née Weasley, practically forced her to wear. It was a off shoulder, red, floor length dress, and she had her hair pinned up in an elegant bun with some mistletoe tucked into it. In other words, she looked breathtaking; at least that's what Draco Malfoy thought from the other side of the room.
"Yes, 'oh!' It's you're best friend!" Said the previously ignored red head, crossing her arms with a frown. Though, "I thought you were dancing with Harry." Hermione admitted. "Obviously not, since I'm here with you."
"Yes Ginny, get it."
"For one of the brightest students, you sure are daft sometimes. Have you seen Malfoy? I'm sure he's on the other side of the room..."
"Ginny?"
"Yes, dear oblivious one?"
"Shut up."
"No thanks, not until the wedding 'Mione."
Hermione groaned, and that only encouraged Ginny to continue. "Come on, let's go dance!" The brunette shook her head, "I don't dance, trust me."
"You 'don't dance'? When we had that ball in 7th year, I clearly remember you and Malfoy busting a move or two."
At the mention of the 7th year ball, she was so embarrassed she was Gryffindor red. The event was one of the most embarrassing moments of her life, resulting to almost all the 8th years (people who returned to finish their last year after the battle) in their year laughing at the pair.
"Come on Granger, we've never seen you dance since. And I'm pretty sure everyone else has forgotten about that charade." Piped in Pansy.
"Just because you're dating Ron doesn't mean that you get to act as oblivious as him! Hermione yelled as she was dragged by an ignorant Pansy? with Ginny following suit.
After dancing a couple of moves, the ginger grabbed Hermione's arms and started to dance with her. "Loosen up, 'Mione! Parkinson, a little help here?"
Though Pansy had a world of her own, and her sight was on-
"Hold on, is that- Draco! Over here!"
Eyes widening, she pulled her arms to her chest, "Actually, I think I'm gonna catch up with Harry." Hermione said, trying to hide her affection of avoidance to the ferret.
"We know why you wanna get out, don't you lie." Ginny warned.
"You know, I could see Astoria and Draco dating, getting married- oooh! Maybe even having children! And of course, I'd be godmother-" Pansy rambled.
Hermione groaned, they were practically going to drag the words out of her. "As they say, he's one's mine." She blurted, out of anger and frustration.
Realization came over her, resulting her to cover her hands over her mouth, while Pansy and Ginny were doubling with laughter, in a barbaric way that caught more attention than they'd expected.
"You should see your face!"
"Priceless." Snickered the Slytherin.
(Oooh) My sister made her way across the room to you, (oooh) and I got nervous thinking, "What's she gonna do?" She grabs you by the arm I'm thinking, "I'm through." Then you look back at me, then suddenly I'm helpless!
"Promise me that there are no repeats of this conversation." Hermione begged Ginny. "Yeah, yeah, no repeats of this conversation," a smirk came onto her face, "between anyone else besides us three, four...six, maybe." She said, suddenly finding her ruby and gold painted fingernails interesting.
"Ginevra Weasley you better..." the brunette trailed off, "Where's Pansy..?"
"Probably trying to find a secluded spot to snog Ron or something. No... she'd do that in public anytime." Ginny shuddered, "It's weird saying that about my brother."
"Oh no..."
"What- oh."
Draco was laughing politely at a joke that was recently said by one of his best friends. "That was a good one Pans." He remarked. "Yes, you mean the 'joke' about you being in love with a bushy haired bookworm? With her green eyes and-"
"Brown. Her eyes are brown Pansy."
Shoot. He'd fallen right into her trap. "How'd you know that if you weren't so caught up in her eyes?" Smiled the mischievous woman. "Because of eye contact Pansy. Something I've hoped you've heard of, though maybe you've lost some common sense being with Weasley and all that."
She smacked him in the head, "Draco! That was very rude, insulting my boyfriend. I'm only trying to help you and you're lonely, miserable life!" He rolled his eyes at her as she continued, "You know, instead of aiming for Granger I'm sure you could give Astoria a shot."
"Astoria?! That crazy bum? What do you think I am, a psycho?"
"Yes, Draco. I do, because you won't man up and go tell her you feel!" He
Pansy grabbed him by the arm, trying to yank him to where Hermione and Ginny currently were. "Pansy- stop- it- you- crazy- witch! I- don't- have- any- feelings- for her!" Draco said, on beat.
Ginny cackled, "Pansy and Draco bickering makes me laugh."
"What's she doing?" Hermione said, looking at Pansy practically yank his sleeve off. "Ginny, I'm through. I give up." She turned to go to the refreshment bar-
"Oh no you don't! You are going to stay here, looking as beautiful as ever and catch that ferret's eye!"
"Ha-ha. If anything, Lavender Brown would catch his eye." Was the sarcastic remark.
"Really, the 'daft dimbo'?"
"Yes- no- what I mean is, he'd look at anyone else but me."
Ginny slapped her forehead, "You really give me a headache you oblivious girl..." She pushed Hermione to a pillar near the strangely, politely arguing Slytherins.
At least it's by the refreshment bar. Hermione's mind wandered that she didn't even notice her about to crash into-
"Viktor! How lovely to see you!"
"Lovely to see you too, dear Hermione- or should I say, 'Her-my-ninny." He said, to what he thought was charming. Feeling uncomfortable around him, she noticed that he was trying to impress her...or some sort.
"America's done it's toll on you, I can see."
"Yes, it vas very good to stay there for a while. It helped shaped my accent, just a bit."
"Good for you, Viktor."
"Hey! What happened to you? You're suddenly getting angry and balling your fists like you've seen a Durmstrang student talk in a decent English accent." She chuckled. But then made the mistake of turning around."Oh. You have. And he's with...Granger? Wow, she's reeled in a catch!" Seeing Draco's face, she cleared her throat awkwardly. "Very well, go beat him up or something, I'll be over there watching with Red." She said carelessly.
As soon as the Slytherin girl left, Draco started to mock her. "'dOn'T bE sO rUdE dRaCo! tHat'S mY bOyFRiEnD!'Then, 'oH wOwWW sHe'S rEeLeD iN a cAtcHhHhh!'" He said in a girly voice.
He stopped immediately once he noticed that his strange demeanor had attracted unwanted attention, so he straightened up and got back into his 'gala charismatic personality'.
Though, Her- Grabger looked different. Her eyes didn't crinkle as they would when she was having a great time, they looked as if she was pleading silently for help. He looks over his shoulder, noticing that Weaslette and Pansy weren't even looking in her direction, instead laughing at Weasley's poor attempt to chug the punch, resulting into him choking on the drink and his girlfriend almost having a heart attack as gagged.
Disgusting.
Thank goodness he was fine, otherwise Hermione would've blamed him. That was her ex-boyfriend for goodness sake, of course she'd be worried! Wait til' it's me being the one she'll walk down the aisle to... Draco thought with a 'evil' smile.
Ah, 'the aisle'? Marriage?! Bad Draco, bad! You aren't even supposed to like her, she would never date the son of a death eater scum. Not to mention that he, himself was one of Lord No Nose's servant! Then, the fact that he'd bullied her to oblivion even making her cry once. For sure on more occasions to come! Argh, he was a little snotty nuisance he was. But what was he thinking? Of course she'd never return his feelings, she probably wouldn't even want to look at him.
Well...aside from the glances and knowing looks at the Ministry...the adorable smiles, and giggles she makes when she- no. Stop yourself Draco. He'd rather get married to some bimbo rather than confessing his feelings to her and getting rejected, denied and being denied.
"There he is!" A slightly familiar voice exclaimed behind him. Draco slowly turned his head, and once in relief he couldn't resist the smile growing on his face.
"Blaise! Where've you been mate?! I haven't seen you since-"
"Since you've tried- and failed horribly, to flirt with Granger?"
"Ha-ha. Very funny."
"Y'know you love me."
"Zabini if I didn't know any better I'd say that I don't like you like that, and I am certainly not a gay freak."
That earned him a slap to the back of the head. "OW!" Draco rubbed the now red spot, trying hard not to cause a scene, especially since a certain co-worker was there.
"And if I didn't know any better, I'd say that you're not yelling endlessly, and yelling your balls off because you don't wanna catch attention because of a certain girrrllllllll."
"Shut up." He said. "Aww, is Draco pouting? Well, that's just a shame, I thought-"
"That's enough Blaise." His wife scolded. "Yes, Daphne." He responded, like a child who just got caught stealing a cookie. "Don't make fun of Drake, it's not his fault he can't man up and kiss the girl."
The blonde was taken aback, first by the insult, but definitely by the outrageous suggestion. "Er- sorry, mate, she's been watching those...what d'you call it again love?"
"Disney movies, and they're quite entertaining! They remind me of our old school days..." Daphne sighed dreamily, "But, never mind that. You can just ask Hermione herself on your honeymoon!"
"Hermione?"
"Honeymoon?!"
The woman scoffed, "Yes, 'Hermione' and yes, honeymoon! Don't think I can't sense when two people are practically soulmates. And when you do get married, you owe me and my husband 100 galleons." She smirked, such a copycat, but such a Slytherin move.
He was about to make one of the most harmful comebacks, he really was. But then, when Granger looked at him directly in the eye, he felt-
Helpless. I'm helpless aren't I? Helpless to his charms, his smirk and maybe his clever remarks... Hermione thought as she stared at him, both making eye contact.
Ooh look at those eyes,ooh! I'm helpless!I know I'm...(down for the count and-) I'm drownin' in em'!
Brown, doe eyes meet molten silver. It was as if a thunderstorm was happening right in his eyes, and she was trapped- she couldn't stop and get out of the chaotic mess, she was simply too mesmerized. "Erm- Hermione?" Victor said, knocking her out of her daze. "O-oh- sorry, Viktor! I- could you repeat that?" Viktor took her flush the wrong way, as he stepped closer.
"Vould you like to join me vor dinner tomorrow, Hermione?" He (pathetically) tried to say, dashingly. "I'm sorry, Viktor but I've got plans tomorrow." Lied an uncomfortable Hermione, as she took a step back. Sensing her distress, Viktor remained in his place. "How avout whenever you are free?"
The brunette shook her head. As she was about to protest, an arm wrapped around her waist posessively. "Hey, love." She looked up and she saw the one person she wanted to avoid, Draco bloody Malfoy. Realizing that he meant to get the Gryffindor out of the stressful dilemma she played along, as she put a hand on his chest. "Hello, dear. Surely you remember Viktor Krum?" She said, tilting her head to the embarrassed Bulgarian.
"Ah, yes. I will admit, I thought you'd be...well something like me. Quidditch player to another." He smirked.
Hermione smacked him, "Draco! That's rude." He looked at her innocently, "I didn't even say anything my dear!" He faked, giving a goofy smile. They glanced at the Bulgarian in front of them, looking more red than Ginny or Ron's hair. "It is different for each player, Malvoy. Though, I'd vetter go check on how...Harry, is doing." That was all he said before he scurried away awkwardly.
The two enjoyed their time pretending for a moment longer, then they both started laughing and giggling. Hermione leaned her forehead on his chest, near to where her hand still was, and Draco wrapped another arm around the bookworm embracing her, then leaning his head on her own, managing to inhale a scent of spearmint, and...
Why did this man smell like...green apples, mint and a hint of- "At least we've rid of him, haven't we lovebirds?" A voice interrupted. That snapped them both out of their daydreams. As they made eye contact, they basically jumped apart, muttering apologies and 'sorry's to each other. "Now that you've done that, mind telling me what that was about?" Theodore Nott said, giving a sly smirk to Malfoy, who basically returned the favor by- well...if looks could kill Theo would be bloodied up badly with more than 10 broken bones.
"Viktor Krum was trying to lure Granger into going on a date with him tomorrow," Draco explained. "luckily, the 'Great Draco Malfoy' had swooped in and rescued the lovely bookworm." Hermione scoffed and rolled her eyes at him, while Theo chuckled at her obliviousness. If anyone knew Draco better (besides Blaise, Pansy and of course, he, himself Theo Nott) that Draco's witty responses and remarks were all ways to try and catch Granger's attention. It obviously did work, but not in the way that he'd expected.
Though, for one night, the Slytherins and Gryffindors united, and created a plan to bring the Slytherin Prince, and Gryffindor Princess together at last.
"Alright, as long as you two aren't going to do any funny business." He looked at Draco and winked, which caused the blonde to roll his eyes, similar to what Granger had done earlier. Merlin. How bloody blind and deaf they are. He thought.
"Thanks a lot father." Said Draco.
Laughing, Theo went back to his wife. Did everything work out?" She asked in her dreamy voice. "Don't worry love," he kissed her temple, "they'll owe us so much money Draco will just have to get a job at Gringotts with those wr..." he trailed off seeing her waiting expression, "wrrrretched, snobby clients!"
She slapped his arm. How Luna Lovegood fell in love with him, he honestly did not know.
"So...Granger." Rubbing the back of his neck, Draco tried to conceal the flush waiting to burst out. He opened his mouth to speak but she interrupted him, "Thank you." She blurted out.
He instantly snapped back into his cocky character, "Well, I never thought I'd hear the Hermione Granger say that to me!" He smiled wickedly. I am never going to outlive this. The brunette thought, as she tried to hide her smile from the childish blonde.
"And I never thought that the Draco Malfoy would put an arm around my waist, let alone touch me! Especially since I am a mudblood." She said playfully.
Draco's expression darkened, "Don't you ever say that word again."
Hermione was shocked, after working together at the Ministry for about a year, she never thought that he'd actually be over his prejudices. They made a truce, to be civil to each other. And they were basically on the journey to being best friends, although in order to take the next step, they had to tackle the next obstacle: setting aside the past.
"I'm sorry, Granger. That stupid truce won't ever make up anything, and you don't deserve to be near me. I'm a death eater," he avoided her hazel eyes. "I, Draconis Lucius Malfoy, regret tormenting, and bullying you as a child. I was a spoiled child who didn't know anything, only to obey and listen to his parents."
The Gryffindor frowned. As he wasn't looking up at her, he couldn't see her reaction, so the Slytherin continued.
"How foolish I was...I had a choice, to neglect the Dark Lord and my foolish father. If you ever find it in your heart, please forgive me," he looked up at her finally. "Please forgive me, Hermione." With that he took a step back, maintaining his formal posture. Though, it seemed he was doubtful of whether she would forgive him or not, because once again he was distracted by the happy atmosphere of the ball.
It took a few seconds of silence to jolt her back into reality. Did he actually just apologize to me? Doesn't he know that I...oh screw it.
"Mal- Draco." Brown eyes meets silver ones. "If I hadnt forgiven you, then you probably would've been dead two years ago." He chuckled, "Murderous humor, Granger? It's Christmas, lighten up."
"The bottom line, Malfoy," she shot him an earnest look, "is that you've been forgiven, and you haven't been murdered."
"I can see why you haven't murdered me, I mean- who would want to see this handsome, chiseled face paler than it already it?"
"Try me, Malfoy. One wrong move, and everyone here will see that 'handsome, chiseled' face paler than a white ferret's fur."
"Hey! One minute I'm basically vulnerable, pouring all of my sincere feelings to you, the next you're making fun of me, and planning to kill me!"
She chuckled, "It's called playful teasing, Malfoy." He fake-pouted, "What happened to Draco? I certainly liked it when we were addressing each other by our first names Hermione."
"Alright, alright Dr-" just when his name was at the tip of her tongue, his mother butted in. "Oh, Hermione! Is that you? Good gracious, I didn't recognize you in that beautiful dress, you look stunning dear." She said as she enveloped the brunette in a hug.
As she gave her a tight hug, she mouthed to Draco, "I want grandchildren soon." Instantly trying not to let his blush take over his cheeks,Draco shook his head while his mother just smirked.
"Has Draco been nice?" Narcissa asked once she released Hermione. "Yes, surprisingly he has for once." She smiled. "For once?!" The mentioned blonde exclaimed, "I'm polite to you every day we see each other at the Ministry Granger!"
The two women looked at him, and bursted into laughter.
"What ever happened to Hermione, Draco?" Hermione said, batting her eyelashes. "Now, now, we don't want Draco to die of embarrassment." Chuckled the Slytherin's mum. "Ah, yes. Of course he'd be embarrassed. That's quite alright, you can just call me Hermione in private Draco." She winked.
"You- I- why do you two do this every time I'm within a two foot distance from the both of you?" He whined.
The two ladies just smirked at him. Because we- I, like you Draco. Maybe you don't, but I'll take a budding friendship for now. Hermione thought wistfully.
No wonder, she'll be the perfect daughter in law. Narcissa thought, looking at the intelligent young woman before her. Mother, please don't. A familiar voice rang in her head.
Draco, are you using your Legilimency skills on your mother?
Maybe...
Draconis Lucius-
Ok, ok mum! It's just that I don't even know if she returns my...blossoming feelings.
Then just blossom a mistletoe and you'll get your results!
Mother, if I do that she'll just be pressured to kiss me, and I want it to be all natural for-
-The future Mrs. Malfoy? Wonderful thinking darling.
Mum.
I want grandchildren! Soon! Now get on with it, or your father will hear about this.
That was the last of that conversation before Narcissa put her shields up, blocking her son from her mind.
"So, darling. How are you?"
"Good, Mrs. Malfoy."
"Oh, dear we've been friends for years now! Please, call me Narcissa." Because you'll be the new Mrs. Malfoy soon. She thought, knowing her son was striving to get a peak in her mind again.
"Alright, Mrs.- I mean- Narcissa. That felt...unusual. But, how are you?" Hermione answered. That made the blonde woman smile, "Quite well, darling." Meanwhile, Hermione's brain was arguing with her heart, as the girl was on 'autopilot.'
Aw, this is great! Now that we're friends with Narcissa, we're one step closer for a giant leap to more than friendship with Draco! Her heart bounced, and Hermione felt her pulse quicken.
Stop feeling those- feelings! You know that he'll just use you to enhance the Malfoy fortune, then he'll leave you heartbroken like Ron.
Well, we did forgive Ron.
Only because he made a logical, analytical response that made perfect sense.
But-
No. Malfoy is only going to use us, and break your heart. Do you really want your heart to be shattered again? Having to take days, weeks, months just to get out of bed and go face the day?
...
That's what I thought. This is why you have to listen to me, the brain and not your heart.
She cleared her throat. "Excuse me, Narcissa, I...promised Ginny and Harry that I'd go spend some time with them at the gala. Thank you for the wonderful chat," she nodded at her, then looked Draco in the eyes, nodding. "Goodnight to the both of you." She smiled.
One week later I'm writin' a letter nightly, now my life gets better ever letter that you write me! Laughin' at my sister 'cause she wants to form a harem... ("I'm just sayin' if you really loved me you would share him!") Ha!
Sunday
Dearest Hermione,
I must ask, why didn't I see you after we had that pleasant conversation? Don't tell me that you're afraid that the Malfoys will basically drown you in galleons just because you're one of our most dearest friends. We would be delighted if you could join Draco and I for some afternoon tea? I simply understand if you'd not like to, after all, I'd get uncomfortable being around the person I've fancied for quite a while...Well, thank you for attending the ball as usual dear. I hope to see you soon!
Sincerely,
Narcissa Malfoy
"Hermione?" Ron called from the kitchen. Footsteps were heard upstairs before Ron could see a curly haired brunette come down in her pajamas.
Rubbing her eyes to get a better view of who was currently in her kitchen, she instantly piped up when she saw- "Ron!" She ran and brought him into a hug. "What're you doing here? Is everything all right?"
"Well, Harry and I were...worried about you." He said, not meeting her eye while rubbing the back of his neck. "What happened?" Hermione asked in a knowing tone.
"Well, for starters we heard that Malfoy touched you." A voice pointed out behind Ron. "Harry!" She smiled. Though, her childhood friend merely kept his serious manner, his lips pressing into a firm line.
Her smile died, turning into a frown. "And? What's all this about? Ron?" She turned to the ginger for an explanation, but all he did was look at Harry. "Look, 'Mione it's been almost three years after the war, and I'm not so sure-"
"So you're saying that I'm incapable of seeing someone?" She put her hands on her hips. Uh-oh.
"No, no! Er- it's not that! It's just," his eyes flicked back and forth between the angry brunette and the sheepish ginger. He sighed, "Hermione you know we care about you, right? As a best friend, a fellow Gryffindor but most importantly a sister. And- no offense Ron, but I don't want to see your heart get broken again, despite many sincere apologies, I know it's gonna take you more time to recover."
"Harry, just because Malf- Draco, had merely touched me does not mean that we're in a relationship." Hermione said, dangerously calm.
Harry started to worry as Ron butted in. "No, no, no! Of course not, it's just that...we notice all the stares, and the- the interactions." A 'smack' was heard as Harry slapped his forehead.
"And, what do you mean by 'the interactions?'" She asked mockingly. "Erm-"
Just as he was about to answer, the doorbell was rung, and knocking was heard. "Coming!" She bellowed, giving a glare at her childhood friends.
As Hermione left, Harry elbowed him. "I told you not to say something like that!" "What?! You expect me not to warn her?" The green-eyed bou sighed, "Look, Ron. I know that you want to warn her about Malfoy, but it's a fifty-fifty chance that they would actually work out. And you know that."
The redhead sighed, looking towards the direction of the door. "I know, mate. It's just, after we called it quits I didn't want her to feel a feeling like that ever again. She's my best friend too you know."
"I get it, Ron. But, back then you two only dated because everyone wanted you two to, and that convinced the both of you to think that you would stick together." Harry shrugged, peeking through the doorway to see if the brunette was coming back.
Nodding in agreement, Ron thanked his friend. "Thanks, Harry. We've grown a lot haven't we?"
"We have."
"Before, it used to be-"
"Hermione, worrying about us." Harry chuckled.
"Now it's us worrying about her." Smiled Ron.
Hermione opened the door cautiously, wand at the ready. She sighed in relief once she opened the door, "Ginny!" She breathed. "Where's my fiancé?"
"I heard it's polite to greet the owner of the house before asking them of something." Said Hermione, crossing her arms jokingly. The worried redhead sighed, "I'm sorry Hermione. It's just that Harry disappeared this morning, and I know I should expect better from him, but I'm engaged to 'The Chosen One!' D'you really think I'm gonna let that boy go on a mission a good year before our wedding?!"
"Don't you think you're overreacting-"
"No, I'm not! Simply because he's an auror, and you know that aurors can have missions and retreats that last days, weeks, months, years Hermione years."
She sighed, "I know, Ginny. Don't worry, he's right in here." Hermione opened the door to let Ginny in, and the redhead nodded in thanks with a sincere smile. "Thanks Hermione, I may have come on a little too strong there."
That caused Hermione to chuckle, "It's okay, Gin, really. I mean- if I was engaged to Harry I'd fasten a leash on his neck."
"Don't you go stealing my bloke!" Warned the ginger jokingly. "He's like my brother, why would I want to marry him?" Chuckled the brunette.
"You two aren't talking about Malfoy, are you?" Asked a curious voice. "Why would we be talking about Malfoy, Ron?" Said Hermione with her back turned to her best friends. "Well, I mean he is like your brother, but that 'marrying' aspect sounds suspicious..." Harry said, not paying attention or noticing his (finally) relieved fiancé.
"Merlin, I wasn't talking about him, I was talking about-" she threw her hands up, "never mind." She shook her head as she cleared the way to present Ginny to the duo.
"Ginny?" Harry questioned. She smacked his across the head, "Don't you ever leave the house unless you tell me, or Hermione to tell me." She said crossing her arms. "Do you know how hard it is to keep track of you?! I can't have my fiancé disappearing a year before our wedding! There's so much to plan, and then Theo and Luna are having a baby, while Blaise and Daphne are too! That's a surprise isn't it?!" She rambled continuously, until she realized what she'd said.
"..." Hermione stayed silent. Ginny... she groaned in her head.
"What?" The two wizards exclaimed.
Trying to calm the two men down, Hermione was at her wits end. "Ok- you two-" she moaned, they were impossible. "Harry, Ron!" The brunette screeched, annoyed by the two.
The two of them immediately shut up, not wanting to face the wrath of Hermione Granger.
"Can we discuss other important things, please? I don't want to be here until the 22nd century."
"I could say the same about you and Malfoy." Ron snapped. Though, that was a mistake. Hermione directed her doe eyes to the terrified ginger, as she tilted her head. "What was that, Ron?"
"Yes, what was that Weasley?" A voice drawled behind them.
Time slowed down as everyone turned at saw the blonde, pale, Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy." Harry addressed stiffly, still sore from the recent conversation that morning. "Potter." Draco nodded with a similar expression. Men. They may be acquaintances, but that didn't mean they had to be nice, just civil.
"Now, Weasley, what were you saying about this little otter and I?" He said, standing next to Hermione to ruffle her hair. As he was a head taller than her, he was able to frazzle the bushy hair at ease.
"Malfoy- Malfoy- will you stop that?!" Hermione shrieked, trying to escape his large hand. "And after you do, how'd you get past Hermione's wards?" Ginny asked skeptically.
"Ah, Red. Yes, hasn't she told you? I come here then and there to discuss the details for our next mission seeing as we're partners."
Ginny's eyes widened, before her facial expression of shock was replaced with a mischievous face and a sly smirk. "Oh, I see." She said, looking at Hermione with a "tell me everything" look.
"Malfoy, before I tell you to sod off, let me ask you this. What in Salazar's name are you doing here?"
He mockingly gasped, "Granger- did you- did you just secretly pledge your allegiance to your rival house? Well, if I may, we may need to brush up on your...Gryffindor-y side." He said, making dramatic hand gestures while giving her a scrutinized look at her red and gold pajamas.
Looking down at her choice of house wear, she then gave him an exasperated look. "Malfoy, I'd use Salazar's name over Godric's any day," she smirked when she saw the genuine surprise on his face, "only because he'll 'Slytherin' any Gryffindor's conversations that is...if he can."
Draco then scoffed and crossed his arms, waiting a few seconds to end their bickering, "Well Granger, I'll 'Slytherin' next to you anywhere at anytime." He smirked. That'll shut her up. Thought the roguish blonde.
Hermione felt her neck heating up, flush just waiting to flood her cheeks and face. It was suppressed, to Draco's dismay. Her posture had straightened, and her eyes were blazing with something. Something he couldn't tell, well, at least not yet.
"And I'll roar like a Gryffindor until you stop the childish banter and answer my question." 'Roar like a Gryffindor?' Hermione what's gotten into you? She groaned in her mind. Obviously she was very embarrassed. But outside, she looked as if she could defeat a whole army of ten thousand clones of Draco Malfoy.
He admired that about her, her resilience, courage, and her determination. She would never let down a challenge, much less fail to dominate the obstacle in her path. What snapped him out of his reverie was the mockery of Hermione and himself, arguing then batting their eyes at each other, a 'perfect' demonstration from Potter and Weasley.
"Oh honestly, you two, drop the act and leave them alone!" Ginny shook her head, leading them forcefully out by the ear upstairs to the guest room.
"Ow- ow! Ginny! Not so hard, my glasses!"
"Ooh- ah- ow! Harry- we're doomed!"
As they were alone, Draco grew more comfortable. Not that he wasn't previously, but it was now the fact that it was just the two of them, alone. In fact, he didn't even realize that he'd said all of that in front of Granger's friends, instead getting lost in his own dimension, only wanting to focus on the witty woman in front of him.
"Malfoy."
He shouldn't have made that mistake, looking at her. Merlin, she could make him do anything-
"Answer my question, and, I will try to put this nicely- proceed to exit my flat, and please owl before you come. I've told you why I don't want you to come here." She said firmly.
-But that. That was one of the last things he wanted to do right in that moment. Her friends has finally left, and he was alone with Hermione. To be honest, he had the infatuation of a sixteen year old boy again, not knowing exactly how to control his feelings, especially since he had to fancy the 'Golden Girl' of all people.
As disappointed as he was, the Slytherin carried on with her mission. He sighed, Mother's really desperate, isn't she? "Look, Granger. My mother wants to deliver you a message whatsoever that I am not aware of. All I know is that she was squealing and getting giddy with Aunt Andromeda in the dining hall as I woke form my...disturbed slumber. I just wanted to warn you, because once my mother is up to something she won't stop. And she's never been that excited since...well- not in a long time."
Oh. Hermione felt the butterflies in her stomach flutter away, with a hint of disenchantment and disappointment seep in. She was really foolish these days, hoping that the handsome blonde in front of her would ask to at least do something with her, one on one, outside the office. Of course those dreams were easily shattered, as she regained the thoughts of his old Hogwarts title back in the day, the 'Slytherin Prince.' All Slytherins in that little group of his were pureblooded, and only dealt with matters that involved with their reputation.
Of course, he was over those silly prejudices. Though she expected him to keep the tradition of keeping his blood line specifically pure. He'd never want to mix in with a filthy little mudblood like her.
"Granger," He said, tilting his head to give him access to look at her face, that was slightly covered by her recently tamed curls. "I can practically hear the gears turning in your head." He added with a small smile.
They would never admit it to each other, but the intimate moments between each other filled their hearts with joy, those fragile times brimmed the empty voids in their hearts to the fullest. In another life, or time, perhaps they'd find each other, where they could cherish that feeling forever.
Thoughts like that clouded her mind, and she started to get flustered, thinking about what could lie in store for the both of them, and to think it was just out of their reach, fingertips brushing the others' to be connected.
Blushing furiously, Hermione's posture had changed to a more serious stance, instead of the shy schoolgirl she was portraying. "Thank you," she said with a nod, "thanks for the warning, Malfoy. And listen, I have to apologize for being a bit too firm with you earlier, as Harry and Ron might know about Daphne, Blaise, Theo and Luna..." a sheepish smile offered.
"What?! You told them? Oh, Granger. Remind me to never trust you with a secret again. Just because you, Parkinson and Red are a little 'girl trio' doesn't mean you have to share it with all of your friends!"
She held her hands up in surrender, "For the record, this is Ginny's fault, not mine." Draco looked behind the brunette to see that 'Thing 1' and 'Thing 2' were eavesdropping on them. "I can know you're there."
"Hey, mate. We have to tell you it was Ginny." Said Harry. "Only because you two were causing a disaster about nothing important!" Hermione added. "Yeah, but only because you," he pointed at Draco, "and you," the finger pinpointed Hermione, "obviously have a secret romance together!"
Slapping her forehead, Hermione felt more embarrassed than she ever could. Oh Harry...why? She gave Malfoy an apology through a sheepish smile. I am so sorry for their behaviorMalfoy. She thought. The agitated woman wanted to jump in a hole, and simply just die. Yes, yes that seemed like a good plan, to run out side, dig a hole, jump in and suffocate to death.
All she really didn't want to do was apologize to Draco Malfoy. Perhaps that was worded wrong, she was eager to apologize to Draco and slap that scrutinizing look Harry and Ron were giving him.The only problem was dealing with rhe awkwardness that came with apologizing. Where'd Ginny go? Thought the wistful brunette.
If finding Red means I'm rewarded by having the chance to get away from these two, I will gladly go find her. But wait for us until you slap Potter and Weasley's faces off? A voice said in her head.
She spun around looking at the blond man, browsing in her library without her permission, deep in thought about which one to pull out and probably taunt her about. But what the brunette was mainly focused on was his lips. He wasn't saying anything, nor focused on her.
'Must of been my imagination.'
'But was it really?' The mysterious voice called again. The curious young woman glanced back at the cheeky blond, who's eyebrows were now furrowed and hands cupped under his chin brushing it in concentration.
'What? There's some logical explanation. Either it's It's that ferret haunting me in my conscience, or I'm hallucinating and becoming Harry.'
'Or, it could be the "handsome blonde" using Legilimency on the curious little otter.'Hermione looked back once again, only to see no Draco Malfoy at the bookshelf. "I really had to spell it out for you, Granger." He stated as he smirked. "That's- that's in no way fair that you get to peer into my mind to see what I am thinking."
Mischievously he absentmindedly twirled a strand of her hair on his finger, saying that "Well, technically it's no fair that you don't want to admit your secret feelings for me. 'Handsome blonde' eh?" Wiggling his eyebrows at her, he didn't notice her inner self causing a fit.
Oh no. Nonononononononono- he looked that deep?! In those mere seconds! Argh, I'll kill that cute little- wait. He couldn't have seen everything.In order to do that he'd have to take a lot more time to crack me. So he simply must be joking!
Relieved, the brunette scoffed. "Don't think that I have 'secret feelings' for you Malfoy. And besides, admitting that you do look well these days would only boost your ego." She said, sitting on the couch.
"Oi, lovebirds?" Ron waved incredulously as he saw Hermione and Malfoy seemingly occupied with each other. Harry chuckled at his friend, "Ron, leave them be. You know that once they get into a situation there's no tearing them apart."
"You're alright with this?" The ginger asked, incredulously. "I'm..." the 'Chosen One' looked back at the pair smirking at each other like they could subdue the other, "not opposed, to the idea. I merely think that Malfoy isn't a man that's worth of our trust with Hermione."
With a quick wave of her wand, Ginny cast 'Muffliato' around the three of them. "I agree with Harry, Ron. I actually admit, I always that you two were the 'dream couple.' Right after us, of course," she stood next to her fiancé, "but the more that these situations occur, the more my eyes are opened to the possibility of Draco and Hermione happening."
Glancing back at them once more, Ron sighed, "I'm not convinced." He said, to the couple's dismay. "But," he slightly smiled, "I know if anything, you two'll continuously try to convince me." As his sister opened her mouth, he spoke once more. "But, I'm not prepared for that yet. Though, I'm slightly leaning towards the two."
Eyes widening, Ginny smiled at her brother. He was finally maturing.
Monday
It was only a day after the confusing situation, when an Draco Malfoy had flooed in to deliver some paperwork to Granger, he almost dropped it in ash. Her flat was decorated with garlands, ribbons, reindeer, and a whole Christmas tree for Merlin's sake! It was only December third, and this mad woman's already decorated.
Tis' the season to be Granger. Thought the Slytherin, rolling his eyes.
As she strolled into the living room (not noticing him) he took in her wear for the day. Jeans, Santy hat or whatever it's called, and- A DARK GREEN JUMPER?! Salazar, did that girl know how amazing she looked in his house colors?
She went to her tree, adding even more ridiculous ornaments. He could've delivered the paperwork and gone, he really could've.
Though, Instead he let his imagination get ahead of himself, he pictured her in summer. Hair in a neat bun (soon to be messed up) and wearing his old Quidditch jersey, 'Malfoy' across the back. Soon, soon. Then he'll get to live his fantasy. What's rightfully his wearing his name across his back.
Well, she would say something along the lines of 'I'm not an object, you can't own me!' His mind wandered.
Until he made his presence clear by that devil cat sauntering in and hissing at him. "Oh, Draco!" Well, the cat was out of the bag. "Hello, Granger." He nodded, trying to stop himself from smiling at her. She was the 'Brightest Witch of Our Age,' that title was not given to her for nothing. Draco knew not to underestimate her intelligence, because she always knew when he was lying, or keeping a secret.
"I'm just here to drop off the paper work for the Robards Case."
It seems that recent Head Auror Robards' has his daughter missing. Very experienced in cases like these he did the best of the ability to find her. Sadly, there was no avail. Instead, they had found her lying dead in the cemetery next to his father's grave. Words entitled in blood, 'Beware, for he is near.'
Since Lord Voldemort was now dead, the two suspected that the murder was done by a former death eater. With Draco's father and the other death eaters caught, they wound up in Azkaban in a split second. He and Narcissa would have also been sentenced if it wasn't for Potter's and Granger's testimony. Of course, that was only recently, about a year ago. Though, he was still able to attend the annual Winter Gala, which his mother had started hosting only a few years ago.
Grateful for their testimonies, Malfoy started to act civil to Potter and Granger. Hermione's case was different though, this is between you and me, but he's fancied her ever since third year, after that gruesome slap of hers.
Harry and Ron were working on the case as Hermione had a day off that day, now using it to talk to a ferret. How peculiar.
"Ah, yes." She said, rushing to receive the folder. As she skimmed through it she almost forgot to offer him some refreshments, "Oh, where are my manners..." she scolded herself, "Would you like something to drink, Malfoy?"
"What was that?" He asked while looking at her decorations.
She sighed and repeated herself. "Would you like a drink, Malfoy?"
He shook his head, still not giving her a glance. "I'm sorry, my...friends don't call me 'Malfoy' if they are not mad at me. Is something wrong, Granger?"
Ah, that was what he'd wanted. "Fine, d'you want something to drink, Draco?"
"Water is perfectly fine, Hermione." Every time she heard that man say her name, she felt tingles in her spine. She hadn't a clue why he could affect her that much. That had never happened with Ron, or any other (one-time) dates she'd been on...
After Malfoy'd left, she immediately grabbed some fresh parchment and a quill, and began to write back to Narcissa.
DearNarcissa,
I apologize for not responding to your letter sooner. It seems that yesterday, Draco had come to my flat, as well as some other friends. To answer your request, yes. I would love to join you for some afternoon tea. Thank you for the invitation. I hope to see you soon.
Sincerely,
Hermione J. Granger
A few minutes later, as Hermione was clearing up her desk to study a few tomes, an owl pecked her window. Opening the window, she fed the beautiful owl some of the treats that she'd use for Hedwig, who rarely stops by anymore.
She set the letter on her bed, and changed into her pajamas to get comfortable. When she came back, she ripped the beautiful Malfoy seal off, and began to read.
Dear Hermione,
I understand completely, I am aware that my son can be a bit nuisance at times. Thank you for tolerating him, and if it suits your schedule (I know that you tend to work yourself beyond measure) how about you join me for tea tomorrow on your break time?
Thank you dear.
Sincerely,
Narcissa Malfoy
She sighed as she read finished. First she'd be coopedup in a space where Malfoy was, second she'd be in another place where Malfoy was.
Merlin help her.
That's it for the first chapter. This will either be continued in one or two other chapters. Please R ! :)