The Hidden Secrets
A Hermione/Draco Romance
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I am not JK Rowling, nor do I have anything to do with Harry Potter besides fanfiction. I am not making any money out of this story, and I am not worth suing, trust me on this one!

Spoilers up to and including book 4 (in my universe, 5 & 6 are all different!)

A/N: Just a for-warning, Draco and Hermione are OoC for the majority of this story, but I explain why in a later chapter. Please, if you're going to flame me, don't do it about the OoC issue becoz it does make sense in the end, k?


Chapter One

Hermione Granger was in her 6th year at Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft. She walked briskly down the corridor towards the library, feeling an incredible desire to reach the library before it closed its doors for the night. That evening, over the first meal of the new year, Professor Dumbledore had given his usual rounds of announcements, but with one abrupt difference. This year, the prefects would be given small study rooms attatched to the prefect common room,and to the library.Since the partial destruction of the school during the previous year, many parts had had to be rebuilt, and the prefects were now in the one place, instead of spread throughout the school. Also, due to the amount of students who had 'disappeared', the prefects had been dropped to one per house, instead of two.

She looked back over her shoulder to see Draco Malfoy following her. She hurried her pace along, and started towards the stairs to the library. He reached the door at the same time Hermione did.

"Watch where you're going, mudblood!" sneered Malfoy as he brushed past her into the library. Hermione flinched involuntarily as she heard the hated name, but didn't retaliate. She'd learnt a lot over the past year, when Harry and Ron had disappeared. No one had heard from either of them since. Even Dumbledore couldn't find them.

She pushed open the heavy door to the library and hurried up to see Madam Pince. The librarian didn't wait for Hermione to start talking, just stood and showed her to a room, obviously expecting her.

When the librarian left, Hermione took a good look around the room. It wasn't very large, but it looked exceptionally comfortable. It was painted with a deep red paint, with all fittings being gold - the house colours. A red two-seater couch stood near the door with a folded Gryffindor blanket, and a dark wooden desk and chair were in the center of the room. A gold-coloured waste-paper basket stood next to the desk, and a lamp with the same colouring in a corner.

Hermione walked towards the desk, letting her finger's trail over the back of the couch as she did so. When she could see the top of the desk more clearly, she noticed a small booklet.

Taking a seat, she realized it was the guidelines for the use of the room. She skim-read the booklet, realizing as she did so there were a total of three doors, and one large portrait. She stood and walked closer to one of the doors when she noticed something blurring and changing. Where there was once the image of the school's complete shield, there was now the image of the slytherin emblem, under which was scrawled in silver, Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prefect. Another door also changed, and now there was a Ravenclaw emblem, although an unusual name was scrawled underneath.

The door she had entered through was scrawled with the word Library, but she couldn't figure out what the portrait was for.

She stood leafing through the booklet, wondering if she should go and ask Madam Pince, before the portrait began to change. She could only stare as the blank landscape became inhabited by images of herself, Draco, the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw prefects, and the Head Boy and Girl of the school.

Iris Delancy (A/N: fictional character), a student from Australia, was the Head Girl this year - she'd transferred from Beauxbatons (is that how you spell it?) midway through Hermione's fifth year, and had become really popular in the small amount of time. The image of Iris spoke to Hermione, while the other's kept silent.

"Hermione, what do you wish your password to be?" Hermione looked confused, so Iris spoke again. "This portrait leads into the Prefect/Head common room. From the common room is another portrait, which leads into your dorm common room. Only you should know the password for this room, so what do you wish for it to be?"

Hermione looked thoughtful for a while, before answering. "Butter Beer." Iris laughed. "Wonderful password - I'll just let the other's know."

When all the images in the portrait knew the password, Hermione decided to explore the common room.

Inside, it almost blew her away. The room was divided four ways, each division decorated in the colours of each house. It was obvious that this was a section for the prefects only as a portrait of Iris and the Head Boy (who Hermione didn't know - he was from Ravenclaw) stood in a section by itself.

In the Gryffindor section was her portrait to get into her study room, the portrait to get into the house common room, another two-seater couch with a Gryffindor blanket, and a floor mat with the school's emblem. Looking around, she noticed that all sections were decorated the same.

A door with the word Girls etched above it was positioned between the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor sections. Opposite, another door was etched above with the word Boys. She guessed they were the prefects rooms.

Taking the appropriately labeled door, she walked up the stairs and found herself looking at two doors. She saw the Gryffindor House Emblem with her name scrawled underneath, obviously her room.

Once inside, she noticed that everything was indeed Gryffindor, as the large, four-poster bed had a Gryffindor quilt, the room was decorated in red and gold, and her name was scrawled on the head of the bed.

She sat down and reached for her shoulder bag, which had already been placed in the room with the rest of her stuff. She ruffled around and soon pulled out a small, framed, photograph. It was of herself, Harry, and Ron, and had been taken at the end of their fourth year by Colin Creevy, who'd given Hermione the photograph after the two had disappeared.

The trio were waving and smiling happily, but Hermione felt a sudden sadness hit her like a wave. There were great odds that she'd never see her two best friends again. Would Harry have been the Gryffindor Prefect instead of her? Would he have been the Quidditch captain? Would Ron really have been chosen as Keeper for the team? No one would ever find out, now. Ginny had never forgiven Hermione for what happened, and neither had the rest of the Weasley's - bar Fred and George, who'd seen everything.

She put the photograph on the bedside table and set about unpacking her belongings. When she finally looked at her alarm clock, she realized it was 1:30am. She didn't feel tired, but figured she'd be best to go to sleep.

She crept down to the prefect's bathroom and opted for a shower. Ten minutes later, she started to feelthe day catching up with herand headed back through the common room. She wasn't watching where she was going and ran smack bang into someone also going back to their room.

Untangling herself from the other person's towel, she realized it was Draco Malfoy. "Watch where you're going, ferret!" she half-whispered, afraid to wake someone up. He responded by laughing. "You could use some lessons, yourself, Mudblood."

As he was blocking the way she was heading she had no choice but to stand her ground until he moved - which he seemed very inclined not to do. His gaze looked her from head to foot, making her feel very uncomfortable. C'mon, she thought to herself. Move, goddamn you!

Finally, he stepped back to allow her to walk through, but not without giving her retreating back another glance over. Pretty nice he thought to himself. For a mudblood, of course.

When she reached her room, she simply fell into bed. The last thing she saw before she fell into a deep sleep was the photograph of the three friends laughing.


Draco looked up towards the ceiling at the glittering silver and green snake. He wondered, briefly, how he could be attracted to the Mudblood, Granger. Sure, she had the curves in the right places, and she wasn't too tall, and then there was always the fact that he'd heard she was pretty good in bed by rumours traveling around the school... but, she was a Mudblood! A witch from Muggle parents! How could a wizard of pure blood, like himself, fall for a Mudblood?

He sighed and rolled over, trying to forget how she'd looked in her flimsy nightgown. He groaned, knowing all too well it would be a long night.


A/N: I know this first chapter is boring, but I had to start the fic somewhere! I promise there will be more 'romance' later on, but I would really, really, appreciate reviews about storyline ideas, even flames are welcome - the hotter the better!

A/N2: If you hadn't already noticed, I'm pulling this story out of retirement, so if anyone out there used to read this, then please feel free to let me know what you think of the changes!