Good-bye
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. All characters are property of J.K. Rowling. I kind of stole the idea of Hermione going bad for Draco from a fictionalley.org story. Sorry. Please review!!!!
Hermione sat in the cool damp grass of the cemetery watching Harry Potter die.
"HERMIONE!" he screamed desperately. "HELP! Please help me!" But she did not help. A calmness had settled over her and suddenly she did not care if Harry lived or died. What did it matter? Everyone else was dead. Her parents, the Weasleys, Hagrid, Sirius, and quite a few of her old professors. Everyone she loved or cared about.
"Avada Kadavra!" Lord Voldemort cursed as his final word. Now Harry was gone too. Hermione smiled.
"So Mudblood, I guess this means your on our side now," Draco Malfoy said, helping her up. He had been watching from the side.
"I guess it does," she responded, suddenly realizing how good looking he was.
"Well, well," Lord Voldemort laughed, putting his arm on her shoulder. "A little mudblood on our side. Things really do change. Well Miss Granger, may I ask where you've been staying since I did away with your parents?" he inquired.
"A room in the Leaky Cauldron," Hermione said.
"Oh no, we must find you somewhere a bit nicer to stay, than that. Let me see-"
"My Lord, we'd be happy to have her," Lucius Malfoy offered.
"Ah yes, of course Lucius! How generous of you." Hermione and Draco glanced at each other. Perfect.
"Once at the Malfoy Manor Hermione realized she was incredibly exhausted. She hadn't had a decent night's sleep in about two weeks.
"Welcome to our home!" Narcissa greeted warmly. She gave Hermione a stiff hug. "Go on upstairs and get some rest. Draco will show you to your room and dinner should be ready soon."
"Here it is. The very best," Draco said. Hermione walked inside to find indeed the very best living quarters imaginable. There was a large canopy bed decorated in blue velvet. Cherry wood furniture decorated the room and there was a small bathroom hooked on. The floor was cold hardwood with a black silk rug. It was very posh.
"It's nice. Thank you." She sat tentatively on the bed and removed her shoes.
"The house elf will be up soon with your trunk, but there are some things in the wardrobe already. Oh, and you might want to put on a nice dress for dinner. It's a very elaborate meal." With that he was gone. Hermione slipped into a silk dressing gown and was out like a light.
When she finally did wake up it was nearly time for dinner. Her nice old antique trunk was sitting next to the bed, already open. After doing a quick search she realized she didn't have anything nice except for some dress robes, but Draco had said dress. In the wardrobe she found a long black silk dress. It was spaghetti strapped and sewn up in a bunch around the breasts. Perfect. After slipping it on Hermione curled and smoothed her hair with her wand before piling it on top of her head and securing it with a silver clip. I'm so beautiful Draco will have to fall in love with me. A sharp rap on the door broke her thoughts and Draco himself entered before waiting for an answer.
"You might have waited! I could have been naked you know!" the old Hermione snapped.
"That would be a lovely sight indeed. But you look quite beautiful as it is."
"Don't push it."
The whole dinner was a long episode of silence and awkwardness. It was a six course meal and when the coffee was finally served Hermione felt relieved.
"Draco, Hermione, perhaps you would like to take a walk or something," Lucius said, signaling that he and Narcissa wanted to be alone."
"Yes Draco, perhaps you could show me around outside. I'd love to see it," Hermione said, somewhat sarcastically. Draco led her outside, past the garden and pond into a small courtyard. They sat quietly on a small stone bench.
"Aren't the stars beautiful?"
"Just like you," Draco said seriously.
Hermione looked at him sharply. "I thought I was just a little mudblood to you!"
"Well some things change." Draco edged a bit closer to her. "You know, I was surprised you didn't try to save Potter. You seemed pretty close to me."
"I'm on the dark side now. I realized Voldemort's sight of things was better than Harry's. Besides I need a different kind of man. Someone better," she said coldly.
"You look cold," Draco said, giving her his jacket. She looked at him, waiting. Then they kissed. It was a good kiss, the kind that spreads through you to your fingers and your toes. A first kiss, exciting and new. "It's probably safe to go in now. You must be tired," Draco said, when the kiss was over. She nodded. He led her to her room and she climbed into bed, asleep before her head even hit the pillow.