Till Death Do We Part
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy and company do NOT belong to me. They belong to the very skilled writer, Ms JK Rowling!! I wished I owned Draco Malfoy, but I don't! I repeat, I OWN DRACO MALFOY … er - I meant I don't own him, he he he …
Summary: It's Hermione's seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She's doing quite well, being Head Girl and all … that is until a certain Slytherin comes along and ruins everything. Is Draco Malfoy trying to turn Hermione into the dark side, or is he really in love with her?
Author's Note: REVISED!
"I can't believe this is our last year at Hogwarts," Harry said.
"Yeah, one more year and we're OUTTA there!" Ron exclaimed looking very smug.
"I can't believe I was made Head Girl!!!" Hermione squealed, ignoring Harry and Ron, completely.
"Yeah, first she was a Prefect, now she's Head Girl. Coming up next, Minister of Magic, and then … RULER OF THE WORLD! Everyone run for your lives!" Ron joked and was rewarded with a slap in the back of the head.
"Ha, ha, very funny," Hermione said sarcastically, as she opened the door to one of the compartments in the Hogwarts Express. "But, I still can't believe that I'm Head Girl! My dream come true!"
"Wha – Yeah, sure, Mione," Harry said looking out the window.
"I wonder who the Head Boy is?" Hermione asked, in a curious tone.
Ron rolled his eyes.
"I hope I know the fellow, it'll be a lot easier to work with him," Hermione continued on.
Harry and Ron sighed and covered their ears.
"I do hope that we get to go into the restricted section in the library. I think that Head Boy and Girl are allowed in there. I mean, I have waited for ever to go in the restricted section. Sometimes it's just a bore to have read all books for underage sorcery…" Hermione said.
"Boring," Ron mouthed at Harry, who gave a silent chuckle.
"And of course we'll be called down by Dumbledore for instructions. Oh! This is ever so exciting! Don't you think so?" Hermione asked with stars in her eyes.
"Yes, sure, what ever you say," Harry mumbled.
The Head Girl crossed her arms over her chest, "Don't you guys care at all?" she exclaimed.
"No!"
Hermione glared, and pouted to herself. Suddenly, without notice, Crookshanks jumped on her lap and began to purr.
"At least you're happy that I was made Head Girl, right, Crookshanks? Unlike these unfaithful friends of mine. If you can even call them, friends!" Hermione said hotly.
Ron rolled his eyes again. Hermione was such a blabber mouth.
"I wonder if we're going to have a new Defense against the Dark Arts professor this year. The last one, what was his name, Professor Linker? - made us do a one hundred page assay on Manicors. I hate that old bat!" Ron said.
"Yeah, Well, I do hope Snape doesn't get the job. He's been turned down for the past six years," Harry chuckled.
Ron laughed. Professor Serverus Snape, taught Potions, but always wanted to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Everyone said that the job was cursed, and every year, one of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers always ending up leaving, or dieing. Snape got turned down every year, and no one knew why.
Suddenly the compartment door slid open and Harry's least three favorite people entered the compartment.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Saint Potter, Weasel Bee and Mudblood Granger. Having fun are we?" a cold drawling voice said.
Draco Malfoy flanked by his cronies, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle; Malfoy, who had a pale sneering, pointed face, was Harry"s arch enemy. He was Seeker for the Slytherin team, same position Harry played on the Gryffindor team. Unlike Malfoy, however, Crabbe was large, with gigantic fists the size of cannonballs, which he used to hit people with; Goyle was shorter and was also large, with short bristled hair and long gorilla arms.
"Well, I'm not," came Hermione's muttered quietly, but Malfoy seemed to have heard her.
"What's wrong? Having problems deciding which one would make a better boyfriend? Potty? Or Weasel? I can help you," Malfoy said, sneering.
"Well, Potter has all the fame," he started, "but, he has the huge ugly scar on his forehead. Weasley, on the other hand, has nothing," Malfoy laughed. "Isn't that funny? They're both pathetic!"
Harry, Ron and Hermione simply rolled their eyes at him and bothered not to say anything back.
"Well? Isn't it?" Malfoy said to Crabbe and Goyle, who nodded their heads quickly.
"Go away, Malfoy. We don't need to be bothered right now. I've already had a hard day," Harry said, scratching at his head.
"Yes, leave us alone!" Hermione squealed.
Malfoy looked at her.
"I guess you were made Head Girl then, Granger," he drawled looking at her badge.. "Oh boy, are you in for a surprise!"
"What are you talking about? The only thing that's a surprise was that my two friends didn't even find it one bit exciting!" Hermione said glaring at Harry and Ron.
"What?" Ron asked.
"Never mind."
"Well, Mudblood. I certainly found it exciting, when I was made Head Boy," Malfoy sneered giving her a cruel smile. "Of course, father and mother were extremely proud, but-"
"What? – Excuse me?" Hermione interrupted.
"There's no way you were made Head Boy!" Ron said getting to his feet.
"Half the male population is smarter than you are!" Harry exclaimed.
"Oh, I have my ways, Potter," Malfoy said turning to leave, "Oh, and have fun trying to beat me on our first Quidditch match."
As he walked out, Hermione caught a glimpse of his Head Boy badge and groaned. Then blinked, twice when she noticed a small necklace around his neck. It was silver and had a very fierce looking dragon for the design. What freaked Hermione out was that its eyes glowed every time Malfoy looked at her.
Hermione shook her head and watched them walk out, Malfoy of course, strutting around like he own everything in the place.
"…There is absolutely no way, am I working with a prat like Malfoy for the whole year!!"
Next Chapter: Dumbledore announces that Draco and Hermione are Head Boy and Girl. Hermione tries to deal with Draco"s attitude problem …
THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN REVISED