Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, J.K Rowling does.
A/n: This was a hard chapter to write, but it was fun. I really have nothing to say but, R&R and ENJOY!
"Avada Ke-"
"That's not a very wise thing to do Lucius," said a silky refined voice coming from the portrait door.
Hermione was in a dilemma, she either run down stairs like an idiot, and try to save Malfoy's arse, or she can stay there in the privacy and safety of her dorm and let Snape deal with it. Yes, ProfessorSnape.She figured since Snape was believed to be a Death Eater, Lucius would probably trust him. She first thought of Dumbledore, but Lucius and him aren't on very friendly terms. Lucius could of done something that would have him called "Peaches" to some guy named Bubba in Azkaban. She thought to herself, trying to cam her nerves down…
The red light could of meant anything anyways
Like what? It's not like there's a freggin traffic light in the middle of the common room
It could be the fire, reflecting on something.
Oh yeah? Like what detective?
It could be the fireplace, a stain glass window, a harmless charm…
…the Crutacious curse…
Stop it!
Think logically Hermione! Draco could be bleeding to death at this moment!
He said to go somewhere safe!
Since when do you listen to him? Besides, he didn't say you had to STAY somewhere safe…
"Severus, how pleasant of you to join us" Lucius said. Snape took out his wand. "Let the boy go," he warned. Lucuis did nothing. Snape began, "Do you really think it is wise to murder your son, in his school at that, with witnesses?" He continued, "Now Lucuis, I would have presumed you were much smarter than that," he said. Lucuis came close to his son. "We will deal with this later," he said aggravated "I'd hate for something bad to happen to your girlfriend" he finished with distaste. And with that, the tall figure that is Draco's father swiftly turned around, with his black robes moving about freely behind him. Draco slumped onto the wall clutching his neck. "Thanks" he replied. "Hmm," was his reply, and right before Snape stepped out of the portrait hole, he said, "Do me a favor, Mr. Malfoy, try staying alive" and he was gone.
"Are you okay?" said a voice from the stairway looking at a weak Draco. "Oh my gosh, what did he do to you? She said as she came up to him and put her hands on his cheeks. "Nothing he hasn't said before" he replied honestly. She hugged him, and felt warmness that none of her friends could give her.
"Hermione?"
"Hmm?"
"Good night"
"Good night"
Today was the big day. The day that they would start getting decorations for the lavish Christmas ball that was only 3 days away. Hermione wouldn't be alone though; She got most of the prefects, volunteers and even Ron and Harry had offered to help, even though Harry had to bribe Ron with a few sickles and a couple of chocolate frogs. Ron was always was a sucker for money and food. She just hoped they and Draco would get along. See, they had to go to Hogmeade to get a few supplies.
It had been almost a week since they got busted, and Draco had that brush with his father (He had told her that Lucius warned him to clean up his act, of course, Hermione didn't buy it but she didn't push it) and things were still a little shaky. Outside of their dormitories, they had just cold civility towards one another. Inside well, they were acting like two horny teenagers. Oh wait, they were. Any who, they did everything people in relationships do, it just wasn't official. It was a week and Hermione wanted answers.
This morning Hermione had a bounce in her step. Today she wore a white sweater with a red kiss on it, blue jeans and red sneakers. She met a Draco sitting in the common room reading the Daily Prophet.
"Good morning" she said cheerfully.
"Good morning" Draco replied with a smile that seems only reserved for her.
"Are you going to breakfast?" asked Hermione as she stood behind his with her arms around his neck.
"I'll be down don't worry" he responded
"Ok, later" she said and was gone.
As Draco walked in the Great Hall he saw Hermione and her friends cheerfully laughing. He envied her. She actually had a support group, friends: he had two gorillas, and a parasite that just doesn't know when to let go. He had a miserable, lonely, and Voldemort-plague-ridden life, and she had this bright, sociable and genial life. He wondered how in hell did they end up together. If she even considered them together.
"Hey Malfoy" said Crabbe as he and Goyle wrestled for the last muffin.
Pansy just smiled and scooted a little closer.
"It seems forever since we've talked to you," observed Pansy the parasite.
"That's because I've been avoiding you" he retorted. She seemed to be taken back.
"Oh," she said, "Well, whom are you taking to the Christmas Ball?"
"Not you" Draco said frankly.
"Why not? Who else is there? It seems everyone has a date already, even Crabbe and Goyle!"
"Sod off, Pansy" he snapped. These idiots always put him in a foul mood.
After breakfast every one going to Hogmeade, lined up. He decided he would sit with Granger, but that would mean sitting with The-Boy-Who-Just-Wont-Die and Weasel.
"See you later guys, duty awaits" Ginny said as she gave Harry a quick kiss.
"Bye Ginny" said Ron
As Ron and Harry began there hourly argue about which Quidditch team is the best, and Hermione began to read "Hogwarts: A History" for may have been 20th time this year, just as the carriage started, an unexpected visitor sat next to Hermione.
"Malfoy?" Hermione said, "What are you doing?"
"Sitting," he replied with a sly smirk
Harry and Ron just looked at him with pure resentment.
"Potter, Weasly" he said as he nodded.
"Why are you here Malfoy?" said Ron heatedly
"Head business" said Draco plainly.
He would of said his usual smart-ass remark but he decided he better cool it, because if he did, he could of easily ended up yelping in pain like a dog that has worms and is trying to get rid of the itch by dragging his butt on the carpet in little circles. Potter + Weasly + Stuck in a carriage + Pissing them off Pain. It was as simple as that.
Hermione prayed to herself, that Malfoy would not be a wanker. She kept it to herself, that they had no Head business, and maybe he just wanted to sit with her. "How sweet" she thought to herself. The down side? They couldn't talk about anything with Harry and Ron staring them down like hawks.
"How many times have you read that book woman?" he said " I'm getting car sickness just looking at you." Hermione just rolled her eyes and kept reading. "I guess you can't always get what you want" though Hermione.
"You should leave," Harry finally said after a moment of silence.
"You mean jump out of a moving carriage? Are you mad?" said Draco.
"If we're lucky, he won't survive," Ron replied angrily. Draco snorted as he mumbled something to himself. Immediately Ron lunged at him.
"Ronald!" Hermione yelled as she held him back.
"What! Just because he's Head Boy, and he's sitting here you don't expect us to be immediately friendly to him?"
"I don't, but you don't have be at each others throats every five minutes." explained Hermione.
Harry began to eye them suspiciously. Then the carriage stopped.
"We're here" Hermione said with relief, "Thank Merlin" she said to herself.
Okay, and Harry and Ron, you will get the Chocolate Mistletoes from Zonko's. Malfoy will come with me to the Three Broomsticks, to order the butterbeer. Be at this spot at 3:00. We should have about two hours to ourselves before we leave. Good luck.
Hermione and Draco had just come from The Three Broomsticks, after having a few butterbeers themselves. Now they were just walking, listening to the Christmas carolers.
"What do you see in them?"
"See in who?"
"Potter and Weasly, they're-" he looked for a choice of words that wouldn't offend her, "very bad-tempered"
Hermione laughed, "Bad-tempered? Tell me you don't expect them to like you, after all you did make their life hell for seven years," she continued, "And this is coming from the Prince of all Pricks?" Draco laid his hand on his heart,
"Ow, You may me maimed me for life…"
"Hardy Har Har" Hermione pretended to laugh.
There was silence. "What would you call, us?" Hermione asked.
Draco thought, "I was hoping a couple" he said uncertainly.
Hermione smiled. "Me too"
As their lips met, the first snowflake danced gracefully to the ground, making it the first snowfall of the year.