Disclaimer:Ok. So here's the thing, I don't own Harry Potter,
and I think that is all pretty obvious to you.
Chapter OneThe Morning After The Night BeforeDraco Malfoy was one of the wealthiest young men of the wizarding world. Yes, his father may have been imprisoned in Azkaban; the wizarding gaol. Yes, the Malfoy name may have been cast into shame, but that didn't mean that the Malfoy wealth ceased to exist, and the amount of money that this young man had inherited still gained him a lot of respect in powerful wizarding circles.
If you had asked him what the coming year would be like for Draco Malfoy, he would probably have flashed you the infamous Malfoy smirk and then proceeded to tell you that it would be like any other. Boring, unoriginal with girls following him around school all the time, trading insults with Harry 'Pothead' Potter and his band of miss-fits.
How wrong he would have been…
Draco Malfoy began too stir, it was easily past noon. His head was thumping and there was a continuous ringing in his ears, as if a banshee were screaming. As his eyes began too focus he smirked around the room. Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle were laid spread-eagled in the middle of the floor, with Pansy Parkinson sprawled in between them, god, he couldn't wait to see he face when she woke up in that position. Her skirt was hitched up to her waist showing off a great deal of thigh, upon which one of Goyle's hands was rested.
Leaning against his dresser, fast asleep, were Blaise Zabini and his girlfriend Hannah Malone. Draco rolled over to look through the window, he noticed a girl, whose name he vaguely recalled as Sarah, nuzzling into his neck.
He snorted; she didn't stand a chance with him. Draco rolled himself off of her, his head still thumping painfully. He desperately needed one of Mink the house-elf's hangover cures, and quick. He swung his legs out of his bed and put them on the floor. His mind didn't quite register it as he stood up but he immediately fell down again, he had stepped on an empty firewhiskey bottle!
"Fuck!" Draco yelled loudly, picking up the bottle and throwing it at the wall above his wardrobe, unconsciously forgetting about the sleeping teenagers around him.
"Hey Drake, do you want to make any less noise getting out of bed, I have a killer hangover!" Draco heard a muffled voice mumble from Blaise.
Draco smirked at this; Blaise could most definitely hold his drink. Well most of the time that is, and he Draco had always been a bit jealous of this, being what some people called a lightweight. "Join the club, Zabini, mind you, it was worth it. That was one hell of a party!" All of a sudden he whipped around as he heard a scream. A broad grin quickly spread over is face. Pansy was on her feet, glaring daggers at both Crabbe and Goyle, her face was flushed and she was trying to pull her skirt down with out much success. "How dare you!" she screamed pointing an accusatory finger at the two troll like men, "How dare you take, take advantage of me like that!" Draco was practically rolling around with laughter, he just found the whole scene just to damn funny, and judging by the look on Blaise's face he found it equally amusing also.
Hearing the disturbance of Draco's laughter, Pansy turned on him, "And you, how could you let them do that to me, after all we have been through, Dakiepoo!"
"Listen, you silly bint! Those two idiotic dunderheads couldn't pull a stunt like the one you are referring too if there brains were doubled in size. Don't worry; they didn't do anything to you. Theses two blockheads would make to much commotion about it." Draco answered her accusation, doubling up with laughter again.
Pansy looked hurt for a second at Draco's words, but she quickly, like all Slytherins do, covered up any emotion on her face that was apparent there, as a small knock could be heard from the door leading from Draco's room onto the landing.
Draco stood up, and walked towards the magnificent door, rubbing his backside as he went. Opening the door he looked out there was no one there. Rolling his eyes and shrugging he turned around closing the door as he went before he heard the unmistakeable voice of a house-elf. "Master Draco, Master Draco, sir? It is but Mink, your humble house-elf and servant. Mink heard raised voices, and he was beginning to wonder if the Master and his young guests were well, what with it being nearly three in the afternoon."
Draco looked down at the house-elf in disgust. They really are disgusting creatures! He thought to himself cruelly, No wonder, Granger goes on that bleeding crusade of hers, she wants to join them and move up a bit in the world! He smirked to himself at that thought, instead of voicing his thoughts he told the house-elf, "Mink, go and brew up some of that hangover cure, you are so good at doing." He then closed the door in the House-elf's face, and turned around smiling at his friends. The girl named Sarah whom he had shared the bed with was giving him a curious look, as if she didn't know how she had got there, For all I know she doesn't have a clue! Draco thought to himself before saying, "So, what do you all want to do today, seeing as it is our last day before school starts?"
Blaise, Hannah, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, Sarah and himself were messing about in the pool, having been cured of their tremendous hangovers by Mink's potion.
Draco crept up behind Pansy, before scooping her up in his arms, and jumping into the indoor swimming pool of Malfoy Manor. Pansy screamed and wrapped her arms around his neck, and burying her face in his shoulder before they reached the water. As they sunk under the water Pansy brought her head out from Draco's shoulder and met his lips in a passionate embrace. Draco's eyes shot open under the water. He kicked upwards, and re surfaced quickly wrenching Pansy from his lips. "What the fuck do you think you are doing, you vapid whore!" He screamed at her.
"Drakie, you know we are supposed to be together." was the simpering reply he got from Pansy.
"You are a stupid, pug-faced, wench of a seventeen year old girl!" he answered smirking, "The only way I would ever go with you is if you were the last witch on earth." he stopped for a second and thought before adding, "actually I am going to revise that. I would rather go with a muggle than with you." He spat back at her.
Pansy burst into tears, "I th-thought you l-loved me." She stammered through sobs, before clambering out of the pool and running away across the grounds of Malfoy Manor.
Draco burst out laughing, and Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle and Hannah, all of whom detested Pansy, quickly joined him. The girl named Sarah looked around anxiously, "Perhaps I should go after her!" she exclaimed looking fearfully at Draco. He loved it when he intimidated them.
In response he rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, "Sure go after her, I just thought that maybe we could spend a bit more time together and get to know each other a bit better." He pouted, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. He could pinpoint the exact second her heart melted. Sarah relaxed obviously and giggled nervously. She dived into the water and re-surfaced only and inch from his face, "What exactly was it you had in mind?" she asked him flirtatiously. In response he kissed her passionately, amid many catcalls and wolf-whistles from his male friends and a sarcastic "O, how romantic!" from Hannah. Sarah pulled away from him looking both breathless and hazy eyed. She wrapped her arms around his neck, which gave him a chance to wink at Hannah and Blaise, both of whom quickly erupted into a fit of silent giggles.
Draco leant in to kiss Sarah again when a squeaky voice interrupted him, "Master Draco, Master Draco, Mink has a letter for you. From Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Sir."
Draco looked around at his friends all of whom were looking at him confused, mirroring the look that he was sure was on his face, "But I already got my Hogwarts latter, it must be from somebody else." He told them, they all shrugged simultaneously.
"No, no Sir, the Hogwarts crest is just here." Mink said turning the letter over the crest indeed emblazoned on the back of the envelope. Draco shook his head and swam over the edge of the pool and climbed out.
Sighing loudly, frustrated slightly he took the letter off of the small elf who scampered away as fast as his small legs would carry him. He opened the letter carefully and quickly scanned through the text:
'Dear Mr Malfoy,
I am delighted to offer you the position of Head Boy. The position that you now hold is a most important one. You must work along side the Head Girl and myself very closely this year. Organising events for the school and helping the new prefects are sure of their duties.
Your fellow Head student this year is Hermione Granger. She is an outstanding student coming first in the year academically.
I know that you both have your differences. But I make this my plea to you, please put these differences aside. In the light of Lord Voldemort's return you must understand how important it is to promote house unity within the school. I feel that both Miss Granger and yourself are capable of doing this.
I look forward to seeing you in school on the 1st September.
Kind Regards,
Albus Dumbledore'
Draco gripped the envelope tightly in his fist, he had to spend the entire year working alongside the filthy mudblood whom he had hated before they had even met. A sharp pain in his palm notified him of the pin sticking out of the thick parchment. He opened the envelope once again and saw a badge concealed within it.
"Oh, fuck." was all he said.
It is safe to say, that Hermione Granger like Draco Malfoy had absolutely no idea how much her seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was going to change her entire outlook on the rest of her life.
Here's where her story began…
Hermione Granger, one of the most intelligent witches ever to pass through the halls of Hogwarts was on Cloud Nine.
During the summer break she had received her Hogwarts letter as usual. She had opened it up to find her book list, as usual. When she had taken it from the post owl, along with Harry, Ron and Ginny's she had felt a difference. It had felt thicker and her stomach had started making fluttery things that she recognised as nerves. As she had opened it with shaking hands, a small red and gold badge had dropped out onto her hand. She screamed. The bird flew off in a panic. Harry and Ron stepped back in shock at just how much noise one small person could make.
"Er, Hermione are you okay?" Ron asked tentatively. He was answered by a petite figure practically flattening him to the wall.
"LooklookIgotitdidyougetyoursdidyougetyours!" came the muffled voice somewhere by his neck.
Ron looked at Harry, who was trying hard not to laugh, with a confused expression on his face. Grabbing Hermione by the shoulders, and lifted her off of himself. Standing her firmly in front of himself Ron asked, "Errrr, what?"
"Your, Head Boy badge, did you get it, let me see!" Hermione answered breathlessly, looking up at him with shining eyes. Ron just snorted.
"Do you honestly think that Dumbledore would make me Head Boy? After everything I have done with that nutcase over there." he said jerking his head over at Harry, "but well done on getting Head Girl." He smiled proudly at his girlfriend, before bending down and kissing her gently. However, Hermione was in such a giddy mood she wrapped her arms around Ron's neck and pushed him roughly back against the wall, Her tongue sliding across his bottom lip, pleading for entry. He obliged willingly his hands going to the small of her back, there tongues danced together for at least a minute before a hem hem could be heard from nearby. Bringing both of them out of their reverie.
"Come on guys, get a room." Harry said, pretending to wretch.
The top of Ron's ears became red immediately, and Hermione flushed with embarrassment. They looked at each other guiltily.
"Sorry Harry, I am just so happy, I guess I got a little carried away." Hermione said just as breathlessly as before, but this time for a different reason.
She couldn't understand it though, how could Ron not have got the placement as Head Boy. Sure he wasn't the brightest student in their year, but he wasn't exactly thick either. He was loyal to his friends; he would die before either of them got hurt. All the qualities that belong to a worthy candidate for the Head Boy position. "Ron," he looked up at her at the sound of his name, "if you didn't get head Boy, then who did?" Ron shrugged.
"I don't know. Doesn't it say on your letter? I remember how Percy went on for weeks how his letter put him and his beloved Penelope together in writing. It was quite sickening actually." Ron grimaced at the memory.
Hermione took the remaining letter out of the envelope. Leaving it quite empty. Her eyes scanned it, widening with every word. She became as white as any of the ghost that haunted Hogwarts. Ron became worried, "Hermione, what is it, who's Head Boy?"
All Hermione could do was shake her head and hold out the letter to Ron, before moving over to one of the chairs around the kitchen table. Ron took the letter, looking in her eyes searchingly.
He read the letter out loud so that Harry could hear as well:
" 'Dear Miss Granger,
I am delighted to offer you the position of Head Girl. The position that you now hold is a most important one. You must work along side the Head Boy and myself very closely this year. Organising events for the school and helping the new prefects are sure of their duties.
Your fellow Head student this year is Draco Malfoy. He is an outstanding student coming second to you in the year, academically.
I know that you both have your differences. But I make this my plea to you, please put these differences aside. In the light of Lord Voldemort's return you must understand how important it is to promote house unity within the school. I feel that both Mr Malfoy and yourself are capable of doing this.
I look forward to seeing you in school on the 1st September.
Kind Regards,
Albus Dumbledore'"
Ron finished reading, utterly astounded. "Is that man completely off his rocker!" he cried, "Putting you and the ferret together for a year is ridiculous."
Hermione just sat there not talking, she couldn't think of anything to say.
Harry stood there shaking his head flabbergasted that Dumbledore could think of anything so stupid. Maybe he just didn't realise how much Hermione and Malfoy hated each other, they would end up killing each other if they were cooped up for a year together. As everyone knew the Head Girl and Head Boy shared a dormitory. This was going to be a disaster.
"I'm sure it is just a mistake, no-one in their right mind would put you and Malfoy together." Harry said still shaking his head; he refused to believe that Malfoy had been given the Head Boy badge and not Ron.
"Well let's think about the amount of pressure that Dumbledore must be under at the moment maybe he isn't thinking straight." Ron told them wisely, "Maybe the old coot has finally lost his mar-"
"No, this is correct, I mean it makes sense," Hermione spoke up at last, her face was pale but her voice as strong as ever, "Dumbledore will have his reasons for placing Malfoy and I together, and it is not for us to question them. I will just have to keep a watch of my back as well as my front this year is all." She looked over at Ron, who looking terribly anxious and worried for her. Hermione walked over to her boyfriend and enveloped him in a tight hug. "Don't worry I'm going to be fine."