A/N: See, I didn't lie when I said I would update a little bit more frequently. The last chapter was a bit more fluff than anything, and addressing a few comments:
1. I changed Blaise's last name. Turns out my phone's been auto-correcting so thank you for pointing it out.
2. If you don't like how un-canon this story is, it's because Dramione isn't canon. Of course, the most realistic fanfictions about Dramione are probably the angst ones, but I'm not going to write about that any time soon. I might dabble in it, but if you want it very believable, there are amazing stories out there, such as Draconian Heart. I'm trying to make this as realistic as possible, but I'm dragging it out. I can't say what will happen because that's spoiling it, but if you stick around, maybe it will fulfill the "Draco isn't nice and he's been rude to Hermione so stop writing about their hypothetical relationship." Thank you for leaving that comment though. I feel like I needed to address that.
Anyways, that was a very long and heavy author's note. Enjoy the story!
Ginny Weasley knew the rules of being a best friend. She never judged Hermione once in their time together as friends, but she did consult and console.
However, when Draco Malfoy stumbled out of Hermione's dorms with his shirt buttoned weirdly, his tie not even on, and his hair ruffled, Ginny knew something was up. She was getting answers, but not everyone would be getting the right answers. Little did she know, someone would make up their own answers.
"Hermione Granger, has there been something you haven't told me?" Ginny asked, even before she came into the dorm.
It had beem a little traditon of theirs. Ginny would sleep over once every month for a few days and help Hermione keep her sanity. Frankly, she needed that more this month.
"What? Ginny, what in the world are you talking about?" Hermione sputtered, her eyebrows knotting together.
"I'm talking about the ferret that walked out of your dorm minutes ago, with his tie undone, his hair a mess, and his cheeks flustered," Ginny stated, her eyes narrowing at Hermione. She started to make a suggestive motion with her hands, causing a blush to spread across Hermione's cheeks.
"Ginny, it's not what you think! Get your mind out of the gutter for once," Hermione huffed.
Ginny rolled her eyes and walked in, placing her stuff on the couch and sitting down abruptly. "You have to tell me everything," she demanded as soon as Hermione sat down on the couch.
Knowing that she couldn't shut Ginny up unless she told her, Hermione rolled her eyes and started with Ron and skipped the kiss, before going to the punching, and skipped the kissing. Sadly, Ginny saw through the gaps.
"Hermione, he kissed you twice didn't he?" Ginny asked knowingly, and when Hermione sheepishly nodded, Ginny burst into giggles.
"He said he liked me too," Hermione whispered, her heart speeding up at those words. Ginny simply grinned.
"Godric! You're getting more action than me!" She laughed.
"I saw you and Blaise talking yesterday..." Hermione replied.
"Oh, he said he needed some help with something," Ginny's voice wavered.
The girls gossiped for an hour about various things, before Ginny looked at Hermione distressingly.
" 'Mione?" Ginny asked.
"Yes, Gin?"
"You haven't told Harry about you and Draco yet, right?"
"Yeah?" Hermione answered hesistantly.
"Hermione, Ron's going to tell him. Merlin knows what he might do. Harry's currently so stressed and..."
"And?" Hermione asked worriedly. Ginny was rarely this serious, so this caused quite some stir in Hermione's brain.
"Oh, you know him. He'll probably ask you to do favors for him or take advantage of him," Ginny mumbled, her mind blanking. Even though she wasn't with him anymore, Ginny knew him like the back of her hand. Many people were skeptical though, considering the fact that they had only been dating for around two months before they broke up. Despite this, she would remind them that they were friends before, and Ginny had a rather large crush on him for a while.
Hermione stared at the ginger blankly. "Harry? Ask me? To, well, spy?"
"He's really desperate, 'Mione. Even if Malfoy hasn't been confirmed to be a Death Eater, he still doesn't trust him."
The brunette bit her lip until she tasted the slightest bit of blood. "What am I going to do?"
"Nothing," Ginny sighed. "There's honestly nothing you can do."
"Pardon?" Draco blurted, his mouth suddenly drying up.
"Ms. Granger is quite some girl, but for you to date her now is the worst timing I have seen in years. You have to understand, you can't date her without consequences. In fact, the Dark Lord might make you spy," Snape began.
"I am not spying on her," he plainly stated.
"Mr. Malfoy," Snape warned, his voice dropping. "The Dark Lord needs information urgently. There is no better way to earn his trust than by doing that, and his trust means your life."
Draco simply gulped. "Fine, but if she gets hurt, I won't hesitate to do something terrible."
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy. You will obviously have the guts to go against him," Snape replied sarcastically.
Draco narrowed his eyes at him, swallowing his next words. "Trust me. I will."
Draco had stumbled into the Slytherin Common Room, his eyes scanning the area. Upon spotting his dark-skinned friend, he immediately sat next to him.
"Blaise, you're going to be absolutely shocked and think that I'm crazy, but I need your advice. I like Hermione Granger, she likes me back, but she doesn't know I'm a Death Eater," he blurted.
Blaise's eyes bulged out of their sockets and his mouth hung open with no words coming out of it for a solid minute.
"First of all, I know you're crazy about Granger. Secondly, did you drug her? And thirdly, Draco, you're a fucking idiot," he listed, his fingers massaging his temples.
"Wait, how did you know I liked her? We never talked about it?" The blonde shot back.
"You never bugged any girl as much as you bugged her, you never shut up about her, whether it's about her and Potter, her and Weasley, or just her, and you used to moan her name in your sleep," he replied, smirking at the last point.
It was Draco's turn to gasp, his face turning all sorts of colours and shapes. "I-I what? No way," he announced incredulously.
"Yes way," Blaise replied, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. "So, how naughty were those dreams?"
"I am not telling you!"
In all honestly, the dreams Draco had were not at all dirty. Even Blaise knew those moans weren't those types of moans. However, he couldn't resist teasing him, but he also wanted to know what the dreams were about.
Draco would never admit it, but he would have nightmares of losing Hermione. It would start with her and him on a date, usually a moonlight walk. They would then sit on a bench, laughing and talking. Just before they would kiss, she would let out a horrific shriek. It was either Bellatrix or Voldemort who would hold their wand to her head, cackling and constantly saying, "You've done it Draco. It's your fault. If you left her alone, we wouldn't have to do this," they taunted. It would end with him screaming and waking up in a cold sweat. "I guess it was traumatizing enough to cause me to scream," Draco thought.
Blaise rolled his eyes, before looking at his friend, who was deep in thought. "Idiot, just say that you don't want to tell me. It's not like I want to know," he huffed.
"Okay," Draco replied, watching Blaise's face drop slightly. "However, I do need your advice on what I should do with this information," Draco hummed, his eyes darting to look at the dark-haired boy.
"Ask her out," Blaise answered, his face lighting up.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. If she likes you, she'll be able to accept that you're a, uh, Death Eater," Blaise whispered the last part.
"And if she doesn't?"
"Well, then you'll be in deep shit. She'll tell on you to Potter, and he'll kill you for breathing in the same room as her," he said, in a matter-of-fact manner.
"Ah, yes, Pothead," Draco huffed.
Draco made his way to his dorms, only to discover that his portrait was insanely intoxicated. How and why, he wouldn't know. He did know one thing however; drunk portraits were no good with passwords.
"Hey, Hamilton," Draco barked, his voice tinged with annoyance.
"Oh, hic, hey Drakiepoo," the man replied, his arm raising to greet him. Instead, Alexander's wine glass tipped and spilt the liquid all over him. The man chuckled and planted his face on the table next to him.
"Gooseberry," Draco said, hoping he could get into his dorm. He narrowed his eyes at the empty bottle of wine, and gritted his teeth. "I'll have to tell McGonagall to change my portrait," Draco thought.
"Gooseberries... hic, they taste quite good..." The founding father remarked, chuckling.
"Hamilton!"
"Sorry, I forgot the password," Alexander replied, pouting. Draco nearly growled.
"Goddammit."
Knock, knock, knock.
Hermione wasn't expecting visitors, especially since she only just got rid of Ginny. It was the day after, and she was still cleaning things, such as the various strands of red hair scattered everywhere. Making her way to the door, she rolled her eyes. Whoever was knocking on a portrait was an idiot.
"Hello- Oh. Malfoy."
Hermione frowned as she tried her best to cover up any slivers of skin. She was wearing her bunny pajamas, and not only was she afraid of Draco teasing her, she was also worried about his wandering eyes.
"Granger," he purred. "I need a favour.'
"What in Merlin's toenails do you need now?'
"Well, Hamilton's wasted and he won't let me into my dorms, so I was wondering if I could, perhaps, stay here?" He sheepishly asked.
Biting her lip, Hermione ruffled her hair slightly. "I don't know Malfoy..."
"Please?" He begged. Draco didn't want to stay with Pansy, considering the fact that all she would do was call him "Drakiepoo" and try to kiss him. "I'll even sleep on the couch."
Hermione laughed. "Oh, alright. But if you so much as stand too close to me, I'll break your jaw," she sighed, her face dropping into a glare.
Draco smirked. "Don't regret that decision. I just so happen to be fantastic in bed."
"And I just so happen to be fantastic at breaking things," Hermione replied, her face unchanged. Draco gulped quietly as he watched the witch accio a few blankets and pillows, before laying them neatly on the velvet couch. She hummed as she did it, and he couldn't quite place a finger on the song. Perhaps it was a muggle one.
"Mmhm. Also, are you free this Saturday?" He casually asked, leaning against the portrait frame. He started to blush, but only the slightest. He muttered a silent prayer that Hermione didn't notice.
"Uh, yes. Why?"
"Well, I wanted to know if you would like to go to Hogsmeade with me," the blonde asked, trying to keep his voice steady. Him and Blaise decided that flowers and extravagant things weren't necessary for a simple woman like Hermione, but he really wished he had something to hide behind, like a box of chocolates.
She blushed furiously, as the pink stained her cheeks. "I, well, would love to."
Letting out the air he didn't know he was holding in, Draco grinned and entered the dorms. "Perfect. Now, do you have clothes I can transfigure? Unless, of course, you would like to see my amazing body. I would usually prefer the bed, since we can easily, you know, do the deed, but I can do with the living rooms," he nonchalantly said, winking at unamused brunette.
"I did see you partially naked, and unless I'm blind, there's not much to see," she replied.
"Ouch," he muttered. Hermione laughed.
"Anyways," she began. "I'm going to sleep. Goodnight Malfoy."
"Goodnight Granger."
A/N: So, how was that for an update? Not long, but it's something. Don't worry if you feel like this story is going no where. There will be problems next chapter. Anyways, thank you for sticking around, especially if you read that giant first author's note. By the way, does anyone know of the Dramione story that features Draco saying things like "I could teach you things Ron couldn't" and its basically sex lessons? The author was on a hiatus for about 2 ish years. I honestly can't remember the title and it's killing me. I really liked the story, so if you know what it is, please let me know. Thanks!
Sincerely, Dramione Productions.