A/N: So I was having trouble figuring out a way to make this chapter flow. Hope I did a decent job at it. I finally got an idea this morning and just sort of ran with it. Let me know what you think. Thank you to all the reviews so far, you guys have been very encouraging, especially since this is my first fic. :)
Draco looked up from his book as he heard the bricks in the wall begin to spread out, to open up a doorway to the hall. He smiled meekly at the bushy haired brunette in an attempt to somehow make peace with the young witch. His attempt failed miserably for before he could even say Salazar Slytherin, she stormed past him heading up to her room, not even once making eye contact. He sighed as he saved his page in his book and walked over to a small kitchenette for a glass of water. Taking a sip from his glass he turned around and examined his new common room.
The main living space was slightly smaller than that of the Slytherin house, but that's to be expected seeing as there really will only be two people in this room most of the time. Perhaps even one he sighed. There was a larger sofa that faced the fireplace surrounded by a love seat, where Draco was reading, and an armchair with an ottoman, all which were upholstered in rich, deep purple velvet to match the rug. The fireplace had tall, white marble pillars on either side that reached all the way to the ceiling, with a flat marble mantelpiece above the actual fireplace. The tables and shelves were all made from a deep mahogany wood. The walls were adorned with countless amounts of books ranging from historical and factual to fantasy and fictional.
Draco let out a snort; Granger would love to see this he thought as he continued to gaze around the room. There were heavy white and purple drapes hanging from the windows and doorways, as well as the entrance to the staircase that lead to their bedrooms. Draco continued up the stairs for it was now well past midnight and was getting tired. Pictures of the past Head Boys lined the wall on one side of the stairs while pictures of the past Head Girls were on the other. As he reached the top of the staircase he could see a large painting of the four founders of Hogwarts hanging above a set of two desks. To the left of the painting he could see a door draped with red and gold banners, obviously being Hermione's room. Then to the right, there was a door with similar drapery except in green and silver. Draco headed towards his room to turn in for the night.
When he opened the door, a small gasp escaped his lips. There was a massive, four poster bed in the middle of the room lined with silver, silk sheets and with an emerald green duvet. As he looked closer he could see snakes carved into the wood that wrapped around all four posters of his bed. At the foot of his bed was his trunk, when he opened it however, there was nothing in it except for a few of his favourite keep sakes. To the right was a dresser, after opening the top drawer, he solved the mystery of where his clothes had all gone. He pulled out some pyjamas and turned around to climb into bed when he noticed the other side of the room was completely bare. Curious, he walked over and reached out to the wall, only to find there wasn't really a wall, but more drapes. He pulled them aside to reveal the entire wall made up of a series of windows that overlooked the lake. He couldn't believe his eyes. I guess I'm so used to living in the Dungeons with the rest of the Slytherins he began to wonder if this whole being Head Boy thing was that bad after all, I mean, the perks are phenomenal.
Then he remembered all the duties that McGonagall had placed upon him. He groaned as he climbed into bed, deciding that he would worry about that tomorrow for tonight, he really needed his sleep.
Hermione woke up the next morning feeling like she had slept better than she ever had in her whole life. When she opened her eyes she gasped as she realized why. It took her a few seconds to clear her eyes as she looked around her room but finally she was able to focus. Her bed was lined with gold sheets and a thick red duvet. She flipped her legs over to the side, realizing that her feet were at least a foot off the ground. Jumping off the four poster bed, she walked over to the right side of the room and drew back the curtains to let some light into her room. She squealed slightly at the view from the huge window. She could see the all the way across the lake where there were mountains off in the distance. The sun warmed up her skin as she stretched and took another glance at her room. She could see all of her things already placed neatly where they belong, she didn't even need to unpack. She traced her hand along one of the posters on her bed. Intricately carved on it were lions, chasing each other up to the top. There was a dresser that stretched almost the length of the room on the left wall, with a massive wardrobe beside it. She got dressed for the day, deciding it was time to get some breakfast.
When she went down into the common room, she almost choked on air at the sight of the amount of books in the room. How on earth did I miss this last night? She wrinkled her nose as her memory quickly answered that question for her. Speaking of Malfoy… she groaned as she trudged back up the stairs, this time going right and knocking on the Slytherin's door.
"Malfoy, wake up, we have to be waiting outside the Great Hall in ten minutes to give the first ye" she was cut off as he opened the door. She stood there stunned for a second as she watched the wizard run his hand through his perfectly messy hair. She blushed then shook her head to clear her mind. Draco waved his hand as if getting her to commence what she was saying. Hermione cleared her throat, "as I was saying, we have to give the first years a proper introduction and instruct them on how the day will carry on."
"You know, you seem to have little faith in me Granger. I am perfectly capable of handling my duties on my own, but it's nice to see that you care if I'm on time or not" he smirked.
Hermione just rolled her eyes, "oh please, I just don't want to have to deal with McGonagall for your behaviour!" she remarked as she turned away and continued back down the stairs for the second time.
"Now, Headmaster McGonagall has been very busy so she asked that we hand out your schedules for your classes. The prefects for each of your houses have them, so if you could sort yourselves into two lines in front of them then you will receive your time tables." Hermione addressed the group of first years. The children all groaned as they pushed and shoved their way into their respective lines.
"Now, calm down everyone," Draco began to raise his voice, "I understand this is taking up time in your breakfast but it has to be done. Don't worry, starting next year you get your course list and schedule when you get your owl in the summer" he added with a laugh as two Slytherin boys shoved each other out of the line, leaving a small, but fiery young blonde witch room to stomp right up to the front of the line. Draco picked the two wizards off their feet and pushed them towards the back. Hermione let out a chuckle.
As they opened the doors, the first years all ran past them pushing and shoving once more, eager to get some breakfast before all their favourites were taken. Finally when everyone was through, Draco and Hermione entered, the door shutting behind them. As Hermione went to walk off towards the Gryffindor table, she felt a whisper from behind her. "Don't think I let that chuckle escape my notice," Hermione jumped at Draco's words, "I just can't believe that the 'No-Nonsense' Granger actually thinks I'm funny. Hmm, I'll keep that in mind." Hermione turned around with an insult on the tip of her tongue, only to see Draco already making his way to the Slytherin table.
Hermione sat down beside Ron who saved her a seat across from Ginny. The three of them all just looked at her, waiting for her to say something. "So I see you didn't rip his head off. Did you at least punch him again? Details, we need details!" Ginny finally blurted out.
"We haven't said much, we just keep to ourselves, that's the only way I think either of us will survive this. Although I must hand it to him, he does take Head Boy seriously" she admitted to her friends, "but enough of that, I'm starving and we have Herbology first thing today." Hermione changed the subject, the rest of them all too willingly to agree.
After breakfast, they made their way down to the greenhouse to greet Professor Sprout. However, when they got there they found a pleasant surprise. "Neville?" they shouted at the same time as they ran up and gave their friend a hug.
"What are you doing here? Didn't you graduate?" Hermione asked.
"Well-er-yeah, but you see," Neville began to stutter as he awkwardly tried to find his words. Luckily Professor Sprout stepped in and finished his sentence for him.
"Neville is going to assist me this year, and learn the ropes so to say, so that hopefully by this time next year he'll be teaching Herbology full time," the teacher beamed up at Neville, who blushed.
Neville scratched the back of his head as he added, "she's hoping to start me with the younger students on my own next year, and um well I guess replace her full time after that. Not that she needs replacing, she actually wants to retire," Neville began to ramble again, before stopping after Sprout placed a hand on his shoulder.
After Herbology, Hermione had to make her way to Ancient Runes while her friends had spare time. While in class however her mind began to wander elsewhere, which was rather unusual for her indeed.
She and Ron's relationship seemed to be in a rut ever since, well, the war really. Even during her stay at the Burrow, the most the couple ever did was kiss and Hermione, being the rational, level headed one of the pair felt like there should be more. She wanted to take their relationship to the next level, however, part of her was really unsure about it because she was still getting over the whole idea of actually being in a relationship with Ron. You're being stupid. It's Ron. He's always been there; he and Harry are your best friends! Of course it's only natural that you should want to be with one of them Hermione tried to convince herself. I mean, he's handsome enough, he makes you laugh, he cares about you, you care about him, there is undoubtedly love there as well. What's the problem? She nodded her head, pleased with herself for thinking it all through. He's my best friend. What more could I possibly want in a partner? Then she frowned, wrinkling her nose she began to worry, unless that's all he sees me as. That moment she realized that she had to act now, or she might lose him again. I mean, I know Harry and Ginny have taken that step, so why haven't we? She devised a plan to have him spend the night with her in her room. Her mind began racing once again about everything that had been going on between them that she hadn't even realized where she was.
"Mione? You all right love?" Ron asked his bushy haired girlfriend.
That was when Hermione looked up and really paid attention to where she was. "What? Oh, how? Wasn't I just in Runes?" she blushed trying to think of an excuse.
Ron looked at Harry with a concerned look on his face, Harry just shrugged. Ron turned back to Hermione, "You sure you're okay? You came down from Ancient Runes a half hour ago, it is now lunch time" he place the back of his hand against her forehead. Hermione just shook him off.
"I'm fine, I guess I just caught up in my thoughts is all," Hermione panicked, "a lot of Head Girl duties to sort through" she casually waved dismissively towards her friends. Hoping they would buy the lie. It seemed to be good enough for her friends as they changed the topic to Quidditch, leaving Hermione to her thoughts again.
Before heading off to double Potions, Hermione pulled Ron to the side of the hall, telling the others they will catch up. "Bloody hell Hermione, you trying to give us detention?" Ron asked as she pushed him into a hidden corner. "What's this all about?" he added.
"Well, um, I, er" she stammered.
Ron grasped her hands with his, "whatever it is, just tell me" he reassured her.
"After my rounds tonight, I'll meet you in the common room. Come stay with me tonight?" she blushed.
"But, isn't that not allowed? Boys in the Girls dorm I mean?" he stood there shocked, unsure of what she was implying.
Hermione just rolled her eyes, looks like she'll need a new tactic. She batted her eyelashes at him and smiled coyly, "good thing I'm the Head Girl then isn't it?" she said as she turned away and headed for Potions, leaving a flabbergasted Ron standing in his spot.
During his rounds, Draco had some time to think. So far his first day had been all but good. People couldn't take their eyes off him; he doubted people were saying anything good about him. Rumours were already spreading. Some saying the only reason he was at school was to regain status in the community, which was true, but not the whole truth, but some even went so far as to say that he was planning his revenge against Harry Potter. It took all his strength not to hex those students the moment he heard their whispers. He would never admit it a loud, but Harry is the reason he's even alive right now, why on earth would he repay him by killing him?
Draco just shook his head as he continued on his rounds. He still couldn't believe he was even allowed back into the school, after the way he betrayed it two years ago. He tried to push those thoughts out of his head the moment they entered. I should just be grateful, and not dwell on why things happened the way they did. I have to focus on my schooling, not on my past. Draco reminded himself. Not looking where he was going he bumped into someone.
"What are you doing out of-" Hermione stopped in her tracks as she realized it was Draco that bumped into her from behind, "-oh it's you. Well, any news?"
Draco just shook his head, "no, and um well I'm sorry about that, I wasn't exactly paying attention."
"Ugh, well you really should! Do you know how many people you could have completely missed that could have been sneaking out? You're so irresponsible sometimes," she just rolled her eyes as she tried to walk past him. He stepped in her way.
"I thought I told you not to tell me what to do, Granger," he scoffed, "besides, have YOU seen anyone roaming the corridors?" he poked her in the chest.
The witch's face grew red as she pushed his hand away, "that's beside the point. You should be more careful." With that, Hermione stormed away muttering something about Malfoy and incompetence.
Well there's another thing I need to work on… getting along with Granger if I want to survive this year. He thought back to the night he first realized he was going to be able to attend Hogwarts and how he made a vow to make up for all the horrible things he did in his past. How he also decided that in order to make amends he would have to make things up to Granger first, for he treated her the worst out of anyone.
Draco spent the rest of his round coming up with a plan to talk to Hermione. Tell her everything that he went through, hoping that she would at least understand, and agree to end the hostilities between them.
As he walked through his common room door however, that plan was quickly tossed out the window as he almost choked on air as he saw a certain red haired wizard with his face pressed up against the Head Girl. He blushed as they stopped what they were doing with guilty looks on their faces. "Erm- sorry" he mumbled as he ran up to his room, locking himself there for the rest of the night.
"Let's pretend that never happened," Hermione nodded as she agreed with Ron.
She led him up the stairs to her room. When she closed the door and made her way to the dresser to get changed she paused and looked up at the wizard who was now facing the door. "Oh honestly Ron, how on earth do you think we're going to do this if you can't even watch me change?" she rolled her eyes. She walked over to him sighing as she realized that she was going to have to initiate it if things were going to happen tonight.
Turning him around to face her, she leant up towards the wizard, wrapping her arms around his neck and placed a kiss on his lips. He responded by placing his hands on her hips, bringing her closer and deepened the kiss. They walked over to the bed and climbed under the covers. They lay side by side, kissing for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, she rolled Ron on his back and climbed on top of him. She tucked her hand under his shirt, and tugged at the bottom of it, lifting it off of him. Her lips met with his again as she traced her hand down his chest, he grabbed her wrist just before she slid it under his sweats. She frowned as she looked up at him.
"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I want to, if you want to," Ron stammered. She replied with a nod and started again, this time kissing his neck, hoping to get some sort of response. When there wasn't she sighed and rolled off of him onto the bed beside him.
"What's wrong?" she looked up at him, hoping his eyes would have some kind of answer. Nothing. She turned away and faced the other side of the room. "Good night then," Hermione huffed. How are we supposed to solve problems like this, if he can't even at least TRY? She sighed again.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I just wasn't sure if you wanted to or not. Can we, can we try this again? It's just it's our first time and all," Ron blubbered as he rolled her around to face him. Hermione just nodded again.
This time Ron was on top of her, kissing her. Things were finally heating up. Hermione threw off her shirt, and slid off her shorts as he took off his pants. He was down to his boxers, and she her knickers. He kissed her neck then her chest, as he placed kisses down her body. He looked up at her again, checking to see if she was still okay with it. She just nodded again. That seemed to be her response a lot lately. He slid her panties down her legs before gently massaging her center to moisten her up. He slid two fingers inside her, she closed her eyes as she winced from the pain.
She had expected there to be some kind of pain, but she at least hoped there would be pleasure as well, but something wasn't right. She kept her eyes shut as she tried to will her body to enjoy what was happening. She opened her eyes and looked at Ron who had a slightly disappointed look on his face. Dammit! She thought, he knows. Bloody hell, I can't have him thinking I'm not enjoying myself. She let out a soft moan, and whispered to him "more".
Ron hesitated for a moment, a little unsure if he believed Hermione, but next thing he knew she was pushing off his boxers and was rubbing her hand along his shaft. He couldn't deny that it felt amazing, he just felt a little uneasy that it was actually going to happen. When he was ready, he slowly directed his member to her center, looking at her the whole time, half expecting her to stop him.
She winced as he slowly entered her. A tear slid down her face as she realized what was happening. Ron immediately pulled out. "Hermione, I, are you okay? I didn't mean-" Hermione put a finger to his mouth and just shook her head.
"No Ron, I'm sorry, I guess we're just not ready," she admitted as she lowered her head. Ron just nodded as he got up and changed. "y-you can stay if you want," she added.
Ron just shook his head, "I-I'm rather embarrassed, I'll just stay on the couch," he immediately regretted his choice of words as he saw her reaction, "no-no, I'm just embarrassed that I let it get this far. I didn't mean to hurt you, I should have told you I felt the same way. We just, I don't know. Something just doesn't feel right." Hermione just nodded in response understanding what he meant.
As he left the room, Hermione finally allowed herself to cry. It's not that I'm not ready she wanted to say, It's that I'm not attracted to him in that way. She finally admitted to herself as she cried herself to sleep.
The next morning Draco woke up rather angry. He hadn't gotten the chance to speak with Hermione the night before, because that weasel was over. He groaned as he thought of what they would be doing, and his day was ruined just be the fact that he knew they'd be having a much better time than him. It didn't help that he was growing very frustrated over the past year. He hadn't received so much as a decent blowjob since sixth year.
His mood immediately changed however as he came down into the common room to find Ron on the couch. He scoffed, poor weasel, probably couldn't give her what she needed so she kicked him out, typical Granger. He left the shared common room in a much better mood than he had expected.
Phew! Hope that was to your liking. Awkward I know but that's the point! Thankfully these chapters are getting longer. Finally. I'll try to have the next one up soon :)