Hey again!!!In some Fanfics you've got the sexual tenion between these two (Draco and Hermione) so I'd thought start is slowly but not too slowly.
I don't own Harry Potter all those rights go to JK Rowling
It all started with...
Chapter 3
An Apology
Hermione was curled up on the red couch in the Prefects common room, she was crying silently. Her eyes were fixed on the floor but her mind was elsewhere. What have I done? I've ruined everything! I'm such an idiot! She wiped away her tears and sat up. "Granger." She turned round and saw Draco standing in the entrance way. She looked away.
"Go away." She muttered. She didn't want to be seen by anyone least of all by him. Draco moved to his side of the common room. He always felt uncomfortable around weeping women. He didn't know what to say.
"He didn't see the old oaf." Draco said after a while. "Potter saw to that."
"Professor Dumbledore is not an 'old oaf' as you put it. And 'Potter' does have a name, it's Harry." She replied. Draco bit his bottom lip, even when she was upset she could fight back like a cat.
"Ok." He said emphasising the word. Hermione sniffed a little and wiped away a loose tear. She got up and walked over to the small sheet with the Winter Ball requests. "Are you going to that?"
"Might do. Depends. I mean its early days, it's still October." She replied. Draco nodded. "You?"
"Maybe." His gray eyes gleamed in the firelight. Hermione looked at him. "What?" He said glancing over his shoulder.
"We're actually having a polite conversation." She said gently.
Draco chuckled slightly. "Don't get any ideas." Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "You and Weasley will make up and soon will be going out in no time."
"We're best friends not boyfriend and girlfriend. I don't assume I'll be in a relationship with my best friends." Hermione replied sternly. Draco gave her a half smile but it vanished when the entrance door swung open and in came Cho Chang.
"Hermione?" She said gently. Hermione smiled and got up from her chair. "Harry sent me...he kinda needs you right now." Hermione nodded and left following behind her was Cho.
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"Harry! What's happened?" She said rushing into the common room. "Is it Ron?" Harry stood up quickly, Hermione charged into his arms hugging him tightly. "I'm so sorry!" Harry patted Hermione's back gently.
"Hermione what's wrong?" He asked. Hermione lifted her head and eyed him curiously.
"Cho said you needed me. Apparently it was urgent." She replied suddenly feeling like a fool than anything else. Harry smirked at this. "What's so funny? I was worried!"
"So you do have feelings for Ron!" Hermione glared at him. "What? Look Hermione, you both said things that were a bit over the top. He's upstairs." Hermione's glare softened.
"It's just...he never offers and it's always me that goes to the meetings, has to do the reports you know and it would be nice to have someone else do it. And I know he has Quidditch practice but still. Why join the team if he can't handle the responsibilities?" Hermione said looking out of the window. "I'll talk to him Harry, but just understand things from my point of view."
"He's upstairs. I'll make sure no one goes upstairs for a bit." Harry said smiling at her. He squeezed her shoulder and she hurried up towards the boy's dorm to see Ron.
"What's going on with them?" Ginny said walking over to Harry. He swallowed hard at the closeness between them.
"Sorting some stuff out." He replied suddenly feeling his stomach flip.
"About time." She said smiling. Slowly she eyed him up and down. From his messy black hair to his black robes to his worn out shoes, she noticed how bright his green eyes were under his large glasses, how close his hands were to hers. "Dean asked me to go to the Winter dance. Who are you going with?" She looked towards him and Harry found himself wanting the ground to open up. He didn't need a mirror to tell him he was blushing.
"Dunno...I mean ever since last summer and all that stuff in the Daily Prophet about me being 'The Chosen One' so many girls have...been following me." He replied. "Romilda Vane in particular." Ginny stared at him confused. "She's been trying to offer me chocolate but it smells pretty weird."
"Harry. The chocolates might smell weird because as well as chocolate...she's mixed a love potion in them. Amortentia is the name of the stuff." Harry glanced towards Romilda who was talking to her friends as well as eyeing him. "Powerful stuff. You'll be hers for a week maybe, so be very careful when she offers you something."
"She scares me." Harry muttered earning him a crazy look. "Yes, I've faced worse but the way she looks at me." He swallowed hard. "She looks at me like...I'm undressed."
Ginny looked at him before bursting out laughing. "Oh Harry!" She said laughing. "Your face! You look like you've swallowed Frog Spawn soap." Harry gave her a friendly glare.
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"Ron? Harry said you were up here." Hermione said nervously looking around the messy dorm. She found him sitting at the end of his bed, his head resting in his hands. "Ron...I'm really sorry." He turned round and gave her a sad smile.
"You were right, I should help more in my duties but sometimes I dunno..." He said as Hermione sat beside him. "Look I'm not good with putting words together but I don't want you to feel obliged every time I or you forget something to go to the prefects common room. And you just seem to spend a lot of time there and I got thinking maybe...you were seeing someone and I just felt...left out." Ron said slowly. Hermione nodded slowly.
"Ron, you and Harry are my best friends. I would do anything to stop you from feeling left out. Sometimes I feel that it's me. I mean you both have Quidditch together. Me? Prefect meetings twice a month." Hermione replied looking into his blue eyes. Ron let out a snort of gentle laughter and pulled Hermione close to him.
"Ok. Then tomorrow you, Harry and I we'll go to the Three Broomsticks and then me and Harry will treat you to whatever you want." He replied softly. "We'll give you enough excitement."
Hermione giggled at him. "Thanks."
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Draco started pacing his room, he was nervous. He didn't want his plan to fail, at the beginning he did it to make Hermione doubt him but after a few days he changed it so he'd keep in contact with her and make her chronically message him so she'd stray from her friends. Now he realized it was changing once more.
He'd make Hermione fall in love with 'M' and when the time was right he'd reveal himself. He'd convince her that he loved her Harry would find out and demand she choose between him and Harry. Then he'd pursued her to be with him leaving a very vulnerable Harry.
He looked over to his bed and noticed the letter Crabbe had been going on at him for. He opened it and read the following from his dearest father.
Draco
Remember first of all who you are. I've been told of what you must do. My son it is October so you have time to formulate a plan, but it must be ready by June latest. You have many friends at your disposal. Use them wisely.
Further more you must carry on receiving good results in all your studies. I hope that you exceed well. Severus keeps me well informed.
Your father.
The letter found itself burning on the fire later that night. Draco let out a harsh sigh as he watched the parchment burn slowly, the odd phrases remaining before being burnt. Getting the large metal poker that rested beside the fireplace he poked the coal so it destroyed any evidence of the letter. He suddenly got up and crept into the prefect's common room, he noticed a small parchment resting on the small table that was centered in the middle of the room; he smirked at the thought of how they managed to fit eight students round a small desk.
Sitting on the black leather arm chair on his side of the room he read the note.
M.
What do you think about the students here? There's one in particular that worries me slightly. You see there's this boy. He's a prefect...like you I guess. He's in Slytherin. He felt afraid of going into his own common room, have you ever heard such things? M...have we ever met? I mean are you there in the meetings watching me knowing that I have no idea who you are? Not that I don't trust you but I feel scared. Funny that, I can tell you I'm scared but I can't tell my best friends. I better be going but before I do...could you leave your messages under my chair? I'll explain another time.
Hermione.
Draco smiled at it. He found it amusing that she worried slightly for him. He lied back on the couch and let out a sigh. Closing his eyes he drifted off into a deep sleep.
I really think Draco gets the rough end of the stick via his dad. So I tried to make a friendly atmosphere between Ron and Hermione. So it was hard t find reasons for them arguing without it getting romantic, so I read the book -again- and found some good excuses. Hope they're good.
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