'I absolutely can not believe how childishly you were behaving back there, Draco,' Narcissa scolded.
'I didn't start it mother!' Draco retorted, 'It was Weasel heads fault!' he said with a smirk.
'Draco Malfoy! How dare you!' Narcissa shouted she was getting really angry, 'And just when I thought you were growing up, you show me how much of an immature baby you are! I am ashamed of you… and seeing as you're Head Boy you should be a role model to younger students.
'Mum! I'm telling you. It. Was. Not. My. Fault' he spelt out for her, his voice rising with every word.
'I really was proud of you, Draco…' Narcissa said in almost a whisper. And with that she was off but not before Draco saw a tear run down her pale cheek.
'No…way… This can not be happening!' Hermione had not been far away when this argument had taken place.
The Weasley's, Harry and herself were making their way towards the ministry cars. None of them had taken notice of the two people walking behind them; they were too engrossed in Ron getting told off. However Hermione had heard it too often and was now getting bored.
Hermione was daydreaming, wondering why they were taking so long to get to the car. She was starting to feel bored until she heard the phrase 'Head Boy.' She whipped around to see Draco Malfoy and his mother, not too far away, having a heated argument.
Luckily nobody noticed her absence (she had stopped in the middle of the alley way) and before she knew it, she was jogging to keep up with the Weasley's and Harry.
'How could this be happening to me?' she thought. 'It could've been someone else…right? I mean, after everything which happened last year…they wouldn't. Would they?' she was left by herself to think things over.
Once Draco and Narcissa had apparated back to Malfoy Manor, they both parted ways: Draco to his bedroom and Narcissa to the library.
Draco felt terrible. He saw how her face had lit up when he had given her the news of him being Head Boy. Now he goes and gets himself involved in a fight in a public place where anyone could have seen him.
'Why do these things keep happening to me?' He asked himself. 'Why do I always have to mess up somehow? Why do I always have to be caught up in some argument or fight every time I'm outside the Manor? Why?'
'Damn Pothead and his Weasley,' he murmured under his breath. 'Damn my Father!' he shouted.
All of this had happened because of his father. Everyone just assumes that because his father was an evil Death Eater, he was as well. He hated it!
Draco had made up his mind. 'This year I am going to prove myself to everyone… to me. I am going to show them who the real Draco Malfoy is… They shall see' he thought with confidence. This year was going to be very interesting.
Everyone apparated back to the Burrow, Ron sill getting shouted at by Mrs. Weasley. Everyone was happy and in a good mood even though Ron had gotten a new face arrangement. Hermione decided to play along, she'd talk to Ginny soon.
So they all laughed the day off, enjoying the company of each other. Before they knew it, 10 o'clock had arrived.
Hermione was getting ready to floo back to her house.
'Okay everyone. I think I should get a…aa...aaa,' Hermione let out a big yawn. She quickly put her hand over her mouth although everyone could see that she was blushing.
'Yes 'Mione, we could see that you are tired. And you're not the only one,' Harry said as he looked down a Ginny who was by his side before sliding his arms around her waist secretly.
Hermione looked down at his arms before looking back at him with a cocked eyebrow and a smile on her face.
'Yes I should go Harry. Thankyou for a lovely day Mr. and Mrs. Weasley,' Hermione said as she walked up to everyone and gave them a hug.
She went up to Harry and Ginny and said, 'You two behave yourselves,' she feigned a strict tone. She hugged them both and winked at them before she gave Ron a quick hug before walking over to the fire place.
'Hey 'Mione, since we only have a week of the holidays left…why don't you ask your parents if you could stay here for the rest of the summer?' asked Harry.
Hermione grabbed a handful of glittery green powder before she turned around and said, 'Course I'd ask!'
With that she stepped into the fire place, gave one last smile and shouted 'The Granger's!'
As soon as Hermione got home she stripped down and jumped into the shower. Her body and mind were aching for a nice warm bath. She soaked in there for an hour before getting out and putting on her night gown. She combed her beautiful hair before climbing into bed and dozing off.
While Hermione was sleeping peacefully, Draco could get no sleep at all. He was constantly tossing and turning, although his bed was fit for a herd of cows.
He decided on taking a walk to the library and read a book, maybe then he would fall asleep. He pulled on his robes and headed for the door.
He walked for about ten minutes before coming to a halt in front of two large bronze doors. He opened them. He had to admit that his father had done a great job when he had built his library. He knew for a fact that this library was bigger than the one at Hogwarts.
He could just imagine the look on Granger's face when she sees this library, not that she would ever get too…
He made his way to his favourite squashy little armchair by the side of the fireplace. However, he found it occupied.
'Mother?' Draco questioned hesitantly. When he moved closer, he realised that she was sleeping. 'She looked so beautiful when she slept' he thought.
'Mum I'm sorry I made you feel ashamed of your only son. I'm ashamed of myself. Mum…I've made my decision. I'm going to prove myself to everyone who doubted me. My friends, Pothead, Weasley and Granger- not that I care about what they think- you, and myself Mum…' he soft said as he sat down on the tiled floor and laid his head on his mother's warm lap.
He felt his eyelids droop a little.
'Draco my son…you do not have to prove anything to me. I always knew that you weren't evil. You were not your father and you will never be. He has deserved what he has got…you do not Draco…' he heard his mother's voice as if it were from a distance…
'I love you mum…' he said as he fell into a peaceful slumber,
'I love you too, Draco…I love you too…' Narcissa said. 'I can only hope you will learn to love others as well.
That was the first time Draco Malfoy had truly admitted that he loved someone…
The days passed on. Draco could be found outside in his massive backyard playing Quidditch with his best friend, Blaise Zabini. Blaise's parents were also Death Eaters, but they weren't as close to Voldemort as his father.
Blaise and Draco had known each other from the day they were born. Their mothers were childhood friends and they both went to Hogwarts in their schooling days.
'Oi…Draco! Have you got all your books for school?' asked Blaise as he was flying around in the air with Draco.
'Yep…you?' answered Draco, as he searched the area for a golden fluttering ball.
'Course…you know me,' said Blaise with a smirk. Blaise was an A Plus student, although he didn't seem like it. Many people thought that he was too cool to be smart.
Blaise had slightly tanned skin with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He stood at 6'2 and had a rather well toned body, thanks to all the Quidditch practices Draco had forced him into. He was quite popular amongst the female population of Hogwarts. All the girls drooled over him when he passed by…
Except for one fair maiden… (A/N: Don't worry people…it's still a DMHG fanfic…)
The next day, Hermione went downstairs to inform her parents that she was going to stay over at the Burrow for the remaining of the Holidays.
'Hey Mum, hey Dad,' she said as she gave them a hug, 'Will it be alright if I go and stay at the Burrow until school starts? Please?' she gave them her best puppy-eyed face she had.
'Of course dear. Just don't get yourself in trouble and owl us if you need anything,' Elizabeth said as she smiled at her daughter.
'Have a great year Hermione…enjoy being Head Girl,' her father said proudly.
'I will,' she replied as she dashed up her stairs to get her things packed. She decided on having breakfast at the burrow.
After she finished checking and double-checking that she had packed all her school books and personal items, she went downstairs to floo to the Burrow. Her parents, it seemed, had already gone to work. She shrugged it off and grabbed a pinch of floo powder and vanished out of sight.
She arrived with a small pop and made her way up the stairs to Ginny's room, as the kitchen was empty. She figured that everyone was sleeping.
She tip toed through Ginny's room, so she wouldn't wake Ginny up, and placed her trunk in the corner of her bedroom. After that she creeped down the stairs and sat down on the couch and started flipping through the latest edition of Witch Weekly.
After half an hour, she heard somebody come down the stairs. It was Ron.
'Hey Ron. Did you have a nice snooze?' she asked.
'Bloody Hell 'Mione! Don't you ever do that again. You scared the crap out of me!' Ron said as he regained his composure. It was only then did Hermione notice that he had come down in only his boxers. It seemed that she wasn't the only one who noticed.
'Ohh…Ummm…,' Ron stuttered, blushing furiously, 'I'll go and wake up the others.' And with that he jumped up the stairs.
Hermione laughed quietly. Those boys will never grow up, she thought. And that's the way I like them…
After everyone had come downstairs and greeted Hermione, they all settled down for bacon and eggs.
'So Hermione, ready to go to school?' asked Ginny.
'Yep! I'm so excited. I can't wait to find out who the Head Boy is,' she replied, even though she thought she knew who it was already. She was going to tell Ginny today.
After everyone ad finished with breakfast, the boys decided to go and play Quidditch while the girls went up to Ginny's room.
'Hey Gin, what do you think of Malfoy being Head Boy?' Hermione asked curiously as she unpacked her trunk.
'Are you serious? Is he Head boy? No way! Has McGonagall completely lost it? After all he's done last year!' Ginny said angrily.
'Wow…wow…calm down. It was just a thought. I think I heard Malfoy and his Mum talking about the Head Boy. Malfoy was probably just complaining to his Mum about how he wasn't chosen as Head Boy,' Hermione explained, trying to convince Ginny…and herself.
'Hey Draco…who do you think the Head Girl is?' asked Blaise.
'Don't act as if you don't know Blaise. You know as well as I do that it's the Muggleborn Granger,' Draco said with venom. He might think that his father was wrong but that didn't change his feelings towards the useless trio. It's in my nature to hate them… reasoned Draco.
It was after all, that Weasley's fault that he now was sporting a black eye. He was sure that he would get it healed by asking his mum, however whenever he asked his mum she would say, 'You should not have involved yourself in that fight in the first place.'
Unfortunately he will have to start his first week as Head Boy with a black eye…
A/N: Hey Guys! I'm sorry I haven't updated in quite awhile. I just had a lot of assignments to do for school. Anyways thanks for all the reviews! I really enjoyed reading them.
I know the story is moving kinda slow but don't worry, by the next chapter they will be making their way to Hogwarts! Yaay! And then you'll know the plot…until then! Keep Reviewing!
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