THE WORLD MOVES ON
Confusion filled Hermione's head. Her thoughts and feelings tumbled around her head, almost enough to make her feel physically dizzy. She wasn't sure when it had happened or why, but Draco Malfoy was the reason for this madness. The last school year she couldn't stand the sight of him, now she looked forward to seeing those piercing grey eyes that stalked the hallways of the Hogwarts castle. She looked across from her usual library table, positioned at the back of the large reading room where it was quietest. Malfoy was seated a few tables over, his eyes skimming over a book she couldn't make out the title of. A few strands of his dirty blonde hair had fallen over his eyes and she couldn't help but notice how good he looked when concentrating. She shook her head slightly and attempted to get back to her studying. For days now he had flooded her thoughts and not in a bad way, despite the fact that he still tried to make her life a living hell. The urge to glance back up at him overwhelmed her causing her to flick her eyes cautiously towards his table, but she was surprised and strangely disappointed to see he was no longer there.
"You realise I come to the library to read. Not to be stared at by you Granger".
Hermione closed her eyes tight as she realised she was blushing. He was somehow standing right behind her, when he had moved she had no idea and how he had got behind her without her knowing was more of a mystery. She composed herself slightly before turning sharply to face him.
"I don't know what your talking about Malfoy but I'm studying here and trying to concentrate. Go pick on somebody else I don't want to deal with you today." Hermione tried to be stern. Usually it was so easy to answer back to him, but recently she'd struggled.
"You're not blushing are you there Granger? Embarrassed that you couldn't think of anything clever to say? Or just enjoying my perfect face too much". He smirked as he said it, aware that she seemed nervous and enjoying every second.
Hermione looked back at him, desperately trying to rack her brain for something to say. When she could think of nothing she just turned back, collected her books and stormed away, flustered and embarrassed.
PROFESSOR BINNS
A few days passed and Hermione grew more and more frustrated at herself. She hated Malfoy, always had. He was a narcissistic, big headed child who loved nothing more than making others miserable. But somehow she wanted to believe that the Malfoy she saw wasn't the real him and that somewhere beneath that cold demeanour was a man better than his parents. It was hard to concentrate on her studies and before she knew it Professor Vector had ended his lesson. Making her way out of Arithmacy she headed down a corridor towards her last lesson of the day – History of magic with Professor Binns. Both classroom's were on the same floor so luckily she had next to no journey to reach the door, where outside waited Harry and Ron, both of whom were also in her class. Once inside they greeted Professor Binns who was interestingly actually a ghost. He was famed in the castle for his incredibly boring voice which usually ended up sending one or two students to sleep mid lesson, though Hermione always found it interesting and listened acutely. His lecture began as usual, with a recap from his previous teachings and an anecdote or two but quickly differentiated itself from usual as he announced the topic of today's lesson- wizarding inn's and brothels through the centuries. Classmates around her perked up and Hermione found herself for once put off of a topic. It wasn't a subject she had invested time into researching and quite frankly hadn't planned on it. She sat straight and looked towards the lecturer who continued to drone on.
"Looking back at brothels we know that entertainment was the main reason wizards and witches alike chose to attend. The reasons for visiting these establishments is wide and varied, wether it to be to purchase beverages, illegal substances or to be entertained privately. The list quite frankly goes on. Depending on where you look of course these activities still exist in different forms if you know where to look. I will comfortably say that none of you pupils would have this knowledge. Shockingly enough some inn's were known to have poles available for use in the public bar area."
This speech from their usually dreary professor had students snickering and others reeling in shock. Ron lent over to Hermione's ear and whispered;
"Hey Mione, imagine you pole dancing. That'd be a right sight wouldn't it." He snickered to himself and Hermione knocked her shoulder against his, not sure how she quite felt about that comment.
"Ron do be sensible. I knew you couldn't go five minutes without making an obscene joke. Listen to the Professor and stop distracting me." Hermione responded, slightly irritated. Ron smirked and looked down at his paper, his face a slight shade of pink and still giggling under his breath.
For the first time in a while all of the students stayed awake during History of Magic, learning about various beverages that had been sold a hundred years ago and the way's that public houses had and had not changed. It was interesting to learn of various locations in London where wizards and muggles both attended, with muggles simply thinking they had found a quirky drinking location full of strange local's with strange stories. Concluding the lecture Professor Binn's set them an essay due in two weeks and excused them from the class, phasing through the ceiling and disappearing.
"Hey Mione, ready for Hagrid's? He mentioned he'd made extra lunch so we can eat down there." Harry asked as he collected his things together. They all hoped Hagrid hadn't made his famous rock cakes again which they were pretty sure contained actual rocks.
"It'll be so nice to see him, I feel like we haven't visited him enough this term. It must get lonely in his hut... but at least he knows we will always be happy for a visit. Besides, I need to clear my mind of that bizarre lesson we just sat through." They exited the room and headed out of the castle into the sunshine.
Hermione mused back to happy memories of travelling down to Hagrid's hut with her two best friends. Seeing the cheery half giant who always had an interesting story to tell sometimes made their day. She also remembered the countless times they'd run into Malfoy on the way there which was always met with insults and nasty quips. Now she found herself almost wishing he'd appear, if only to see his face. On this occasion the Slytherin did not appear though and the trio sat with their bearded friend for an hour, reminiscing about old times and updating him on the latest happenings in the castle. Ron made sure to mention their last lesson which caused Hagrid to engage them with many stories of his own regarding the topic of Inn's and alcohol. The visit left Hermione in a cheery mood and they made their way back to the castle together chuckling with one another.
"I cant believe Hagrid never told us that before!" exclaimed Ron, who was still reeling in shock at some of the stories he'd just heard. "I love Hagrid I really do, but some of the things he says I just don't know what to say!"
Harry laughed at Ron, while he was way more accustomed to the wizarding world and their ways it seemed there were still things that could shock him. "He just loves a story Ron, and seeing us always makes him happy. Its nice he likes to share stories with us." Harry looked over at Ron who still had a horrified look on his face.
"Ron you really do need to broaden your mind. His stories really wouldn't shock you if you only had a better imagination" Hermione responded, all the while realising her recent thoughts would shock anybody, even someone with an incredible imagination.
Reaching the grand staircase the three climbed the ever changing stairs, waiting patiently as the marble glided from one floor to another so they could continue upwards. The journey back had been uneventful, so then as if on cue a head of blonde hair appeared.
"Ah well. As If my day couldn't get any better I now get to entertain my favourite three Gryffindors. The Weasel, the mudblood and scar head. Had a nice trip down to the big oaf's hut did we?" Malfoy sneered at them. Crabbe and Goyle behind him looked on in awe at their ringleader. "I really don't know how you can stand his company. The half beast can hardly hold up any conversation, or do you understand grunts?"
Ron stepped forwards to retaliate but his face showed he really didn't have anything clever to say and quickly retracted back to stand with his friends. Hermione looked at Malfoy and met his eyes. He stared back at her, daring her to speak and embarrassingly again she felt her face flush. She stepped forwards and found herself closer to him than she intended.
"You know Malfoy, these horrible comments have been boring for a long time now. We aren't scared of you and quite frankly aren't interested in any kind of conversation with you whatsoever. So if you'll be so kind as to move, we'll carry on our way." She looked directly into his eyes trying to show she was serious and he looked back deeply into hers. Silence fell between the groups and a grin slowly grew on his face.
"Ok Granger. No more conversation between us then. But I see the way you look at me. You'll miss us." Malfoy responded, though he knew fully well that wasn't what he wanted. Sometimes he found himself searching for her around the castle so he could make a snarky comment or be present around her just to make her mad. The way she was looking at him this time was different though. Somewhere in her eyes there was a glint, playful. Almost challenging. He loved to hate her and he knew she felt the same. Their hatred of each other was a connection they couldn't escape from and almost seemed to thrive on. Bringing himself back to reality he took a last look and noticed one of her eyelashes had fallen onto her cheek. The impulse to brush it away appeared, shocking him. Quickly he scowled and stormed away, bashing her shoulder in the process. Crabbe and Goyle followed in suit, saying nothing and just sneering at the three Gryffindors left on the staircase. Hermione refused to turn to see them go and strode up the stairs, hoping Harry and Ron were following behind.
"What a git. He just cant go a day without trying to make us feel miserable can he" Sulked Ron, obviously upset he hadn't managed to think of anything to say. "Mione.. what did he mean by 'I see the way you look at me' like it was a good thing. You hate his guts. Like any of us will miss talking to him."
Hermione turned to face the boys, Harry looked confused and Ron looked completely outraged. "Look Ron. I really wouldn't let it get to you. We know Malfoy is an idiot and we don't have to take any notice of him. Im going to go study in my dorm. I think I need some time to myself. I'll meet you back here at 6 for dinner?"
The boys nodded and Ron wandered over to the armchair next to the fireplace, having seemingly recovered from the encounter at the mention of dinner. Harry looked at his friend with a curious eye. "Sure you're okay Mione? You are right about Malfoy. We aren't interested in him. He just tries to annoy us so don't let it get to you ok? I haven't seen you this frustrated about him in a long time."
Harry had always been the more perceptive out of the two boys. He saw things others couldn't and it worried her he may catch on to her new found feelings. Theres no way they would approve or even believe it at first. Not that she could ever get Malfoy's attention in a good way. He was far too opinionated and intoxicated with his families prejudice ways. She liked to think she could reach the good soul that had been buried away in the depths of his being though. The boy who may have not cared who someones family were, or the blood that ran through their veins. Who may have laughed and joked with whomsoever he wanted had he not come from a family who blind sighted him with opinions he may never have had.
"Im fine Harry. Go keep Ron company and please make sure he completes his potions essay! Im not writing another one for him. That goes for you too. I'll see you before dinner "
Harry looked amused and just stated "Thats the Hermione I know." Before walking over to the fireplace to join Ron. It was a good thing her friends knew her so well but it almost saddened Hermione to think that as they grew, they may not like some of the ways she could change. They knew a girl who loved her studies and hated a certain blonde Slytherin. Were her opinions to change she worried how it would affect her friendships or how they would respond. They were growing up, and fast. They had yet to spend an evening in the Hog's head with a firewhisky or sneak out late to a dorm with butterbeer and other essentials for a night of games and drink, both of which others had done on more than one occasion. In-fact she hadn't ever been drunk. While Harry and Ron thought she would recoil in horror at these things she actually felt curious. Something about being rebellious seemed scary and unsafe. Almost what growing up should feel like she imagined. Laying on her bed in her dorm she allowed her thoughts to swirl and her imagination to run wild.
CONTEMPLATION
Harry sat on the armchair by the fire, with Ron sat on the floor nearby. Harry had told Ron he should be doing his potions essay which he responded to with an eye roll and a huff. Harry took this as a clear no and continued on from their conversation earlier in the day- Quidditch. The warm fire continued to roar which was comforting despite the fact the weather outside was not cold in the slightest. The smell of the logs burning and the flames that radiated heat felt like home, familiar and comfortable.
Ron turned to Harry with a smile on his face, "You know what, I cant wait to play Gryffindor vs Slytherin. The looks on their faces will be priceless. Even more than the look on Malfoy's face earlier when Mione went at him!"
Harry thought to himself for a second before responding "Do you think she's ok Ron? She seems off lately, like theres something on her mind. I don't know it just seems like she's distracted. And earlier Malfoy definitely bothered her. You noticed anything recently?"
Ron turned and looked into the fire. The flames swirled around each other in a memorising way and he appeared to ponder for a moment. "I dunno really. I mean she's always uptight, thats just Mione. I guess she's been a bit off but you know what she gets like when theres essay's to write. Its that library I swear, makes her go all nutty."
Harry winced slightly. Ron was a loving, caring friend but didn't always notice things others could plainly see. "I hope you're right. She might just need a nap and she'll be fine. Maybe its a girls thing. Something neither of us will ever understand"
Snickering together the boys continued to talk. For them, times were changing around them but their relationship never faltered. The world could be ending and they'd still have the others back and find a moment to just enjoy each others company. For them they didn't necessarily want change. Growing up meant leaving behind the easy things in life and taking on responsibility, something Ron loved to avoid and Harry felt he'd already had enough of in his life. But still they knew they had this time together and intended on enjoying it fully.
Hermione laid on her bed, eyes closed in concentration. She was thankful it was a Friday and that the weekend would bring trips to Hogsmede and relaxation. Though of course she would have to get a few hours of studying in somewhere. Maybe she could even get Harry and Ron to get some of their work done too.. though that was a stretch. She thought back to her incident in the library a few days ago, when her new found feelings had suddenly imploded in her brain. She wondered how many times before he had sat a few tables over from her, or she had glanced over at him scowling without noticing the beauty in the boy. She liked to think she wasn't a fool. Of course it wasn't right and she was clever enough to know that, but feelings are what they are and unfortunately they are uncontrollable.
Checking the time she realised she'd been collecting her thoughts for an hour and it was time to meet the others and head down for dinner. She gathered herself, picked up her wand and charmed her hair so it was styled again delicately flowing down over her shoulders. Opening the dorm room door she headed down the spiralling stairs and wandered into the common room. Ron must have realised it was time for dinner as his face lit up dramatically, there was no way the sight of her made him that happy. Even Hermione knew the sight of beef casserole, Cornish pasties and cauldron cakes was a better sight. The walk to the great hall turned into more of a sprint for Ron, overeager to get to the food before the first years got to all the good stuff. It wasn't long before Hermione reached into her pocket and realised she'd forgotten her wand. After charming her hair she must have put it down on her bed before meeting her friends. Having her wand on her was a must, she didn't go anywhere without it, even dinner. Who knew when she may need it.
"So sorry guys I've forgotten my wand. Stupid me must have put it down. I'll meet you in the great hall? Save me a seat for dinner please."
The boys happily agree'd and carried on their walk while Hermione turned back on herself and walked at a speedy pace back up to the common room. She really had to get her head straight, didn't want anyone noticing she wasn't herself. Returning to her room she located her wand, left on her bed as she suspected and began her trek back down towards the ground floor. As she exited onto the staircase however she heard a familiar voice.
"Hey Granger. I was just wondering how long you think you can keep up this no conversation thing with me for. You see a conversation takes two people... so whose to say I cant keep pestering you. All it takes is for you to respond and you've broken your promise." He looked proud, like he knew he had won. He looked mischievous, almost like a naughty school boy who was just having fun. He had also failed to hurl any kind of insult her way yet which shocked her. She started to walk away and before she knew it found herself turning to face him. Thoughts swirled and she realised that this was a Malfoy she had never seen before. A playful, challenging guy who wasn't immediately trying to hurt her feelings so much as have a bit of fun. Where this change had come from she didn't know but she wasn't about to be stubborn only to lose it again.
"Who says I was interested in winning Malfoy. Not all of life is a competition and perhaps you should learn that an off hand comment in an argument isn't a promise. The fact that you've sought me out show's your actually the one who cant stay away. I don't know what I've done differently recently but I've got your attention. Haven't I." She knew she was lying to a degree. She was lying about the fact that she hadn't wanted to win. She usually did want that. But she wasn't lying in thinking she had caught his attention. As she looked at him deeper though she saw his face contort slightly. He looked unbalanced. Like he was unsure of which part of him would respond to her clever response.
"Different Granger? Your still the same mudblood you have been since I first saw you. If you think your being clever by trying to call me out on something as absurd as being obsessed with you then your even more stupid than I thought. Caught my attention? What a ridiculous statement. If you ever wanted to catch my attention you'd have to be a completely different person."
She knew he was confused and that it maybe wasn't he had really wanted to say, but the old him was back. She turned on her heel and sped away, willing her eyes to stop watering.
RETURNING TO NORMAL
Who did he think he was. He had changed, in his eyes she could see it. She had spelled it out in black and white for him and like a snap the old him was back. It seemed bizarre to refer to the 'old Malfoy' considering he had only changed over the past week but she held onto the fact that he was there. Merely asleep beneath the stone exterior waiting to be awakened. His words lingered in her head.. 'You'd have to be a completely different person.' Maybe everyone thought that about her, did they see her as this stuck up prude who couldn't have fun? The thought horrified her in a way she hadn't expected, did Ron and Harry see her that way? They had their vices, Quidditch and jokes, which took up a lot of their time and a lot of her time was taken up with studying. Her thoughts were interrupted as she reached the great hall and wandered through till she found her space at the table. Unfortunately she was sat facing the side of the great hall that overlooked the Ravenclaw table over to the Slytherins. As she sat she exchanged pleasantries with her friends she peered up from her plate to see the familiar saunter of a certain Slytherin walk over and take a seat amongst his friends.
"You ok Mione?" Harry asked between mouthful's of pie. "Took you a while to get back here, did you find your wand?"
"Yeah I found it, thanks Harry. Just took a slow walk back is all" she replied, smiling slightly. It bothered her that Malfoy could get in her head so easily. Though it was nice Harry had noticed her discomfort she realised Ron was so busy stuffing his face he failed to notice her even sat there. He was a good friend, and often she wondered if there was anything more than friendship with him, but he was Ron and she was Hermione. Things were what they were, she couldn't imagine any different.
"Oh hey Mione, when did you get here?" Ron asked having finally looked away from the mountains of food on his plate. "This pie is bloody brilliant, you should have some."
"Thanks Ron, maybe I'll give it a go" She politely replied, though her appetite seemed to have diminished. She looked back across the hall and noticed Malfoy look away from her direction suddenly, had he been looking at her? Drawing her eyes away she gathered a small meal and tucked in.
Suddenly looking concerned Ron spoke, "Do we have any homework due tomorrow? I haven't actually done any... If there was any potions due I'll just curse myself now. Save Snape the honour of killing me." Hermione noted to herself he actually looked scared. If only he actually paid attention half the time he'd keep up with his homework.
"No Ron, Potions is due next week. Ive got an Arithmacy essay due Monday though. So I'll have to go to the library over the weekend."
"Oh no Hermione we planned on going to Hogsmede this weekend! Come on you know you'll get the essay done. Let yourself relax. We can go to the Three broomsticks. Ron is desperate to see Madame Rosmerta" Harry winked. Hogsmede was fun and she really did want to go, but she also loved the library. It also helped if she could observe a certain blonde from a distance, but the boys didn't need to know that part.
"I'll see how I'm feeling in the morning, ok boys?"
They seemed satisfied enough with her response and went back to their buffet. Hermione decided to give herself one last glance at the Slytherin table and noticed this time Malfoy was looking directly at her. His face was hard to read, no emotion crossed his face. He met her eyes briefly and looked down again. Following their last conversation things felt unfinished, like another confrontation was looming. Though when it would happen she wasn't sure.
AN ALMOST CIVIL CONVERSATION
The next morning was a beautiful one. The sun rose into a clear sky with few clouds and birds chirped and sang across the Scottish scenery. Sunlight pooled into the girls dorm waking Hermione gently from her peaceful sleep. Checking the time she knew she had some time before the boys would want to go to Hogsmede and decided she could fit both into her day. She collected her things and tied her hair up, leaving a few strands of her long brown hair hanging down, gently framing her face. She reached the library and noted it was practically empty, which was unsurprising considering it was a Saturday morning. This was good for her though, she could invest her time on her essay knowing she would be undisturbed. Wandering through the high shelves packed with books she was taken aback to see someone sitting at her regular table. And not just anyone, Draco Malfoy. He was sat back in the chair, hands behind his head looking smug, it wasn't an unusual look for him, in fact she hardly ever saw him looking any different.
"You realise all the other tables are free Malfoy, go sit somewhere else" Hermione snapped as she strode over.
"Well if they are free then you can just as easily sit at one can't you Granger" He jeered back.
"This is my table Malfoy you know that. It helps me concentrate. Please go sit somewhere else. I won't ask again." Reluctantly she sat opposite him and stared into his eyes, trying to be intimidating. This wasn't something she was good at though, and he could see that.
"I think I'll stay actually. Its rather fun to get on your nerves. And luckily the library is empty so nobody will see me near you. Would't want them to get the wrong idea." Draco mused. He was enjoying himself and Hermione hated it. Everything about him confused her.
"What are you trying to do Malfoy. Can't you just make your mind up on who you are. Im tired of games."
"Sorry Granger i've got no idea what your talking about. We both know I don't like you. But I love that I make you angry. Simple, isn't it." Malfoy responded. He noticed her cheeks flush slightly and smiled. He was lying to her, he enjoyed how she appreciated the library as much as him, and that she could compete with him both in an argument and school grades. She wasn't bad company really, but after years of bickering it was all he knew around her. His so called friends in Slytherin were nothing like him really, but one must keep up appearances.
Hermione felt her cheeks burn slightly and looked away. His constant mood swings were difficult to keep up with. He knew exactly what she was talking about but was never going to admit it. It was a good thing nobody else was around, especially Harry and Ron. They'd probably faint at the sight of her and Malfoy sat at the same table out of choice.
"As lovely as this conversation is I really do have homework to do, as I imagine you do as well Malfoy. I'd really appreciate it if you'd leave me to concentrate." Hermione desperately wanted him to go now. She didn't want an argument with him again. They always resulted in feelings being hurt. She remembered his harsh words from their last nasty encounter and tried not to look hurt, not succeeding. Malfoy looked across at her and saw her face change. Despite all the horrible things he said it wasn't nice to see her that way.
"I'll be quiet then. We can sit here in silence and work a while. Im not staying long anyway Im going to the Three Broomsticks this afternoon. Not that its any of your business where I go."
Fantastic, she thought. Typical he's going to the same place as she had planned. "Well actually me too Malfoy. So I guess there's no escaping you today." It surprised her that his eyes seemed to light up for a moment as she spoke, but the glint faded away in a flash and his face became stone again.
Seizing the opportunity Draco smirked, "I'll make sure I sit far from you then, don't want you staring at me again Granger. I noticed you looking last night, its a good thing Crabbe and Goyle are thick or I'd have some serious explaining to do."
"How dare you! I don't stare at you Malfoy. If anything I check to make sure you aren't anywhere near me. You've got some nerve to accuse me of that. If I remember correctly you were staring back at me. So don't suggest it was all me." She felt angry now. Though Hermione wasn't sure if she was angry he was accusing her of staring or angry at herself for letting herself be caught.
"Well if I remember correctly Granger I told you that you'd have to be someone else entirely for me to notice you and I still stand by that. It's no wonder you haven't had a single relationship all the years you've been here. No guy wants a bushy haired prude as a girlfriend." Draco regretted the statement the second it left his mouth. He watched as her face dropped. She looked down at the table for a second before grabbing her bag and retreating away amid the shelves, not once looking back. He wondered if he'd made her cry. He remembered the first time he'd laid eyes on her, which hadn't exactly been love at first sight. He'd written home to his parents about his first few weeks at Hogwarts and his father had been less than impressed that a mudblood was in his classes with him, ordering him to be better than her in all subjects and to stay well away from socialising with her. His parents opinions had always influenced his decisions and opinions and he had never wanted to see differently. But the thought of making her upset conflicted him. During their fourth year she'd attended the yule ball in a periwinkle – blue gown and he'd been taken aback at the transformation in her. She had looked gorgeous. No longer the unattractive Gryffindor he was used to seeing but instead beautiful. His head span slightly and he sat back in the library chair staring at the vacant one opposite him. He knew he'd see her in the Three Broomsticks later that day, he could see her from afar at least. Putting a cold demeanour back on he slowly rose from the seat and strode through the Library towards his common room.
SATURDAY AFTERNOON
Hermione returned to the girls dorm and changed into a comfortable pair of jeans and a short sleeved mint green top. The weather outside was warm but she wasn't one for a skirt or dress unlike the other occupants of her room. Leaving her hair tied up she strolled out and found Harry and Ron once more by the fireplace, this time playing a game of wizards chess. They were both wearing blue jeans, Ron donned a stripey red and yellow top and harry a black one. She recognised Ron's concentration face immediately and observed from afar for a short while. It didn't take long before he smirked and exclaimed check mate, much to Harry's dismay. Hermione approached the boy's and cast Reparo on the destroyed pieces, knowing fully well they'd have left the set broken and walked away.
"Ready to see your girlfriend Ron" Hermione jived, knowing it bothered him that they claimed he fancied Madame Rosmerta. His ear's flared a bright red and he rolled his eyes. Having heard the same joke many time's he had given up on responding.
"All ready to go Mione, Harry needs a drink to get over me winning for the hundredth time in a row" Ron said, looking at an amused Harry. They both knew how much he loved to boast about his skill at chess.
"Hey I won last week Ron"
"Yeah only because I let you. Can't win all the time or it gets boring doesn't it"
Hermione chuckled. "Come on boy's, lets not bicker over a silly child's game. Im all ready, lets go."
The trio headed out of the Hogwarts grounds and began the decline towards Hogsmede. It really was a beautiful town and was always bustling with students and adults alike. They recognised many of their friends as they strode down the street, passing the Hogsmede station and reaching the Three Broomsticks. Entering they found it wasn't yet too busy, with most students still browsing the various shops scattered around town. Madame Rosmerta was behind the bar, leaning forwards on the wooden counter, showing a decent amount of cleavage. Hermione looked at Ron who seemed to be looking anywhere but at the attractive woman. They chose a table to the left of the entrance in the corner with a window, giving them a nice view of the Inn and also the street outside. Harry took their orders and approached the bar, shortly returning with three Butterbeer's.
Not too long after they'd sat down the Inn started filling up with other Hogwarts students. Dean Thomas entered along with Ginny, Seamus and Neville. They filled the table besides the trio and engaged in conversation with them. Hermione noticed a few of them had purchased Firewhisky and looked down at her non alcoholic butterbeer and pondered the thought of getting something more exciting next.
Madame Rosmerta approached the table and Ginny glanced towards Hermione, both girls knowing that most of the boy's would love a conversation with her. Boy's were predictable and they were sure the Madame knew it too. She thrived on their attention and it kept the boys coming back, providing her with more business. When you've got it flaunt it she had said to Hermione once, a saying she wasn't sure she was entirely comfortable with but wished she could be. Not entirely interested in watching her friends flirt Hermione glanced out of the window and her heart jumped slightly. There, sauntering down the cobbled street was Malfoy. Following closely was Crabbe, Goyle, Marcus Flint, Blaize Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. He had left his hair un styled since the morning and it blew slightly in the breeze. She forced herself to look away, feeling a slight panic rise in her. She had been hurt by his words in the library more than she cared to admit. Tear's had begun to prickle her eyes and she couldn't let him see her cry, which was why she had left so suddenly. And the worst part was that she had cried because he was right. She was still the same person as the 11 year old girl who had stepped on the Hogwarts train all those years ago.
"Madame Rosmerta, could I have a Firewhisky please" She spurted suddenly. She smiled awkwardly and quickly apologised to Ron, realising she had spoken over his still ongoing conversation with the woman. Looking slightly shocked the innkeeper nodded and returned to her bar to fetch a bottle.
"Mione you never drink.." Ron remarked.
"Maybe I have Ronald and you just never noticed" She responded quickly. Harry glanced at her suspiciously and she shrugged, hoping he wouldn't question her actions too much. He opened his mouth as if to speak and noticed Malfoy and his lackeys approaching the bar and quickly closed his mouth again. He gave her a knowing look and lent over, nudging her shoulder in a comforting way.
"Im fine Harry. Really I promise."
"Just don't let the git get in your head ok Mione? Be yourself. We all love you. Okay?" Harry spoke quietly so that none of the others heard, which she appreciated greatly. It wasn't something she wanted her peers to wonder about and she felt slightly offended they were so shocked with her choice. Maybe it was about time she let her hair down. She rose from her seat and approached the bar to collect her drink. As the turned back clutching a glass bottle Malfoy crossed in front of her, glancing sideways slightly at her but not stopping. She took a swig and noticed the burn hit the back of her throat instantly, it was a strange sensation but not one she disliked. Returning to her table she sat besides Harry once more and lent in to engage in the others conversation. It seemed they'd unfortunately gotten onto the subject of relationships and the rumours that were going around regarding people's love lives.
"I heard that Neville has been caught talking to Luna a lot recently, just the two of them!" Ginny giggled. Neville's eyes bulged and he shook his head slightly while trying to defend himself.
"She's just a really good friend actually! She's told me all about giggly puff's and Wrackspurts! I definitely think I had one in my ear the other day. So I found her and got her to have a look! She was very helpful!"
Ginny smirked knowingly, looking around at everyone who were also either laughing or smirking. "Ok Ok Nev we believe you! Im only winding you up! Im sure she was more than happy to take a look in your ear though... "
"Yeah well I heard that Dean fancies Daphne Greengrass so why don't we talk about that instead!"
Dean scoffed and took a swig of his drink. Upon swallowing it he responded;
"Neville I love you mate. But I really don't. Besides she's a pureblood Slytherin, who might I add I don't think I've ever spoken to. Did you just say her name because you can see her over there?"
Dean pointed across the Inn to a table not far from theirs, where a group of Slytherin's sat. Hermione looked reluctantly and there, in the middle looking back at her was Draco Malfoy. She reached for her firewhisky and took a long gulp, feeling the heat burn her throat and noticing a strange sensation of courage rise in her. She had read once that Firewhisky could make people feel braver but hadn't believed it. As far as she knew all alcohol did that. But this feeling was intense and sudden, and honestly not bad at all.
The group continued to gossip about their various knowings regarding other people, while ordering drinks at a fast rate. Hermione noticed Harry seemed happy. He wasn't one to gossip but in this instance he was laughing and joking like any teenage boy should which he deserved. He didn't need to worry in this moment about the Dark Lord or danger, he could have fun with his closest friends. Ron was also laughing but she knew he loved to know the ongoings of other people's lives, though usually not believing what he heard. She had now drunk two bottles of Firewhisky and she herself felt light, cheery and confident. A feeling she didn't often get when not in an exam or lesson. Her vision wasn't as clear as usual but it didn't matter, all bad thoughts and feelings had left her head, right now she felt free and also like she needed to use the bathroom. Excusing herself from the table she made her way past the bar, failing to notice a certain blonde was absent from his table. She turned left past the bar towards the women s rest room and placed her hand on the door to open it, when she heard footsteps approaching down the corridor.
"Never seen you with a Firewhisky in hand Granger. It suits you. Watch out for the repercussions though" Draco stated. He had noticed her when he walked in and glanced at her from his table on occasion when he thought no one else would notice. He knew he'd been caught by her earlier but she'd merely taken another swig and said nothing.
"You know Malfoy.. for someone who accused me of staring at them you seem to have started stalking me. A different extreme don't you think?" Hermione radiated confidence and didn't really care what she said. She smiled a strange smile at him, making him curious.
"Well I couldn't miss the opportunity to see Hermione Granger drunk could I. Have I actually managed to make you realise how boring you usually are so much that you felt the need to get drunk? My skills never fail me."
"I might be boring Malfoy, but at least I'm sat at a table in there surrounded by people who are actually my friends. I wish I could say the same for you. You sit there with your lackey's, people who stick to you like glue purely so you cant bully them for their differences. Your parents poisoned your mind Draco. Have you ever tried having an original thought?"
Her words hurt him in a way he hadn't expected. He wasn't sure if she was correct, though admittedly it was rare for her to be wrong. Of course they were infamous in the castle for arguing and throwing insults at each other but never had she hurt him like that. Even when she had literally punched him in the face. Draco knew the firewhisky was talking for her and he began to take back the words that it suited her. She was looking directly into his eyes, almost into his soul and it scared him. He had questioned his parents views, as all children did but he didn't know any different. Couldn't be any different, it simply wouldn't be accepted. He noted she had used his first name as opposed to his last though, had she even realised? As he prepared a response it seemed she wasn't quite finished.
"I see who you are Draco Malfoy, a scared boy who feels the need to make others feel terrible so you can feel bigger and better. A trait I'm sure you've inherited from your privileged family. I know somewhere in you theres a good person. But you buried him a long time ago and its going to take some serious digging to free him again." Hermione could feel her confidence grow with the second, something that might not happen so quickly to someone who was used to drinking at all.
"You said that for you to notice me I'd have to be someone completely different. Well here I am."
Walking back to the bar Hermione felt amazing. She'd stood up to him. To the Draco Malfoy and it had felt brilliant. She'd won, and to make things even better she'd kissed him. Only on the cheek, but nevertheless she had shocked him so much he didn't have a single thing to say. As she'd finished her rant he'd looked as if he had a comeback, and the only way she could think so shut him up was to lean in and kiss him. It was sudden and over fast, and despite it being on his cheek it was one of the most rash decisions she'd ever made. Her thoughts swarmed her and she suddenly remembered her lesson from earlier, when Ron had made a comment that had made her feel uneasy. Everyone perceived her as this boring, study obsessed girl who could never be any different. Maybe it was time to prove them wrong.
Draco watched as Hermione walked away, having just read him his rights and kissed him on the cheek. He really hadn't known what to say, this was a side to the girl he hadn't ever seen and it was as scary as it was exciting. Of course the drink had messed with her mind and he wasn't sure sh'e'd ever actually had a drink let alone be drunk. He knew he was harsh to her and that most of what he said was recycled from things he heard at home. If someone like Hermione Granger could change so much... could he?
Hermione watched as Malfoy walked out from the corridor and passed her, returning to his table. She remained at the bar and ordered herself another drink. She looked over at her friends who continued to laugh and joke and wondered if they'd noticed her absence at all. Feeling left out and slightly hurt she grabbed the bottle and chugged over half of it, which instantly went to her head. She looked over at Malfoy's table where his so called friends were laughing together, more than likely at the misfortune of someone else. Blaize Zabini pulled out his wand and waved it in the air amid the laughter of the group causing an upbeat melody to fill the air. Surrounding tables looked at them in annoyance but the Slytherin's cared not that they were drawing unwanted attention to themselves.
Hermione's drunken state took over and she in turn drew her wand and waved it. In front of her, from floor to ceiling stood a metal pole. With the music taking over she approached it, untying her hair, letting it tumble over her shoulders and down her back. Pansy Parkinson grabbed Blaize's shoulder and shook it, pointing at the spectacle in the middle of the building. Blaize let out a deep laugh and stood up, followed by his group who all cheered her on, hoping that she would embarrass herself. Malfoy however stayed sat down, eyes looking directly at Hermione hoping she wasn't about to do something stupid off the back of his idiocy.
The music filled her ears as she looked towards Malfoy, hoping his eyes would challenge her, but they seemed to be saying the complete opposite. This encouraged her on more and she kept her eyes directed towards him and away from her table of friends who she was hoping had somehow failed to notice her. Not that this was likely. Ron had said that seeing her pole dance would be 'quite a sight' and she intended on being just that. She grabbed the pole securely with both hands and span around it, gliding through the air and feeling her hair lift from her shoulders. Whoops and cheers filled the air but Hermione could hardly hear them, only the melody that currently controlled her movements. She jumped up and let her feet leave the ground, placing one leg either side of the pole and while continuously spinning let herself slide down, almost to the ground where she placed both feet on the floor and seductively stood again, turning her head quickly so her hair flicked back. Looking Malfoy directly in the eye she walked to the beat of the music in a circle with one hand still on the pole, keeping eye contact at all times. Jumping once more she hooked a leg around the pole and supported herself in the air, with one arm out and slowly spiralled, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation. As she neared the ground she stood and clutched the pole closely to her body, placing a cheek on the cold metal while looking into the pub causing Blaize to stop the music, allowing silence to fill the room. In the silence she took the gamble and looked over at her friends. Ron's jaw looked as if it was about to hit the floor, his face a deep red of either embarrassment or anger. Potentially both. Harry stared into her eyes, almost knowing. Of course if anyone was to understand her it was Harry. He had noticed the change in her but would never have expected this to happen. This wasn't the Hermione he knew. She glanced around again and embarrassment filled her, causing her face to burn and then the cheer's started. The room roared as people laughed and pointed, others covered their faces and clutched their bellies as if they'd laughed so much it hurt. She couldn't look at the Slytherin table again. Couldn't see his face. It all seemed to happen in slow motion as tear's pricked her eyes and she regretted everything instantly. Spotting a route to the door she bolted, pushing past people while covering her face as best as possible. Once out of the door she sprinted further into Hogsmede, looking for somewhere she could reflect on her behaviour in peace.
Watching Hermione run out of The Three Broomsticks broke Harry's heart. He knew that the Firewhisky had affected Hermione in a way neither she or anyone else had expected and that she would be incredibly angry at herself. The Three Broomsticks was currently in uproar, people were still laughing and Madame Rosmerta was trying to gain control of her Inn. He watched as she vanished the pole from the room, much to the dismay of other students who had wanted to imitate Hermione's antics. The table of Slytherin's howled loudly, Blaize seemed especially proud of himself seeing as he had played the music that had inspired Hermione's actions. He noted strangely that Malfoy didn't seem to be involved in the laughter, he was sitting down still, twiddling his wand between his fingers. Harry's table had been sat in an awkward silence, nobody wanting to speak first. Turning to Ron, Harry noticed his face was burning, his eye's still cast towards the area the pole had lived only seconds before.
"Ron... I don't think she knew what she was doing. That wasn't Hermione. You know she's never been drunk before, so let's calm down and find her okay?" Ron turned to harry, not looking convinced.
"Bloody Hell Harry. She just pole danced in front of everyone in here. Hermione... pole danced. And you want me to calm down?!"
"Yes! She needs us Ron, we don't know where she's run off to, she could have gone anywhere and we don't know what she'll do next."
Ron shook his head slightly and looked around. The rest of their group seemed to be whispering together uneasily, seemingly so that Harry and Ron couldn't hear. Upon noticing them looking they stopped abruptly .
The pub was still loud and Madame Rosmerta was attempting to get any rowdy students out of the establishment. As they piled out of the doors the pub became quieter. Once the noise dulled Ginny was the first to speak;
"Maybe she went back to the castle, we should probably go and find her. I don't like the thought of her by herself and upset."
The group agree'd and prepared to return to the castle, allowing Harry to glance around one more time, ready to defend his best friend was anyone to approach him, especially a certain group of Slytherins. Though to his surprise he noticed only one left at the table. Malfoy seemed distracted, not paying any attention to his surroundings and didn't even attempt any sort of confrontation with Harry. Blaize and his cohorts seemed to have left, leaving the blonde alone at his table. Realising his own friends were by the door he joined them and they travelled away from the Three Broomsticks up the path towards the castle, hoping they would find their distressed friend there.
Running through Hogsmede Hermione's eyes streamed. She was glad the sun was setting meaning people would subsequently be returning to their dorms allowing her to find somewhere she could be alone with ease. Turning left she continued down a side street ending up near Madame Puddifoots which had been closed already, meaning nobody would have any reason to come this way. She sat on the curb and noticed a cat sat not too far from her. She smiled a sad smile, her face wet and swollen from crying. The cat walked towards her and she put a hand out enticing it in, hoping it would provide some small comfort, but it merely passed by her and carried on walking. Even cat's didn't want to sit with her, she thought to herself. Who know's how everyone back at Hogwarts would be around her. Putting her face into her hands she sobbed, knowing she already regretted the actions she had felt so confident in demonstrating only minutes ago. She cried loudly, unable to control her sadness until a footstep broke her tears. She saw a pair of woman's shoes standing just to her left, and raised her eyes to the face of the individual to see it was none other than Professor Mcgonagall. Hermione attempted to control herself, incredibly embarrassed that someone she looked up to was seeing her in this state.
"Miss Granger, whatever is the matter" The professor asked tentatively. Being a usually cold woman she had softened her voice, sounding concerned for her student's wellbeing.
"Im so sorry you have to see me like this Professor... Its just I don't feel like myself." Hermione politely replied, unsure wether to elaborate or not. She continued;
"What are you doing out so late Professor, I don't think I've ever seen you in Hogsmede."
"Miss Granger just because you've never seen me doesn't mean Im not here." As she spoke the green in her eye's shone brighter for a split second, and Hermione realised quickly that it wasn't just any cat that had watched her only moments ago.
Mcgonagall smiled slightly.
"Being an animagus is a wonderful thing, and it always helps to transform on a regular basis. Makes the switch easier and allow's me to keep an eye on things. Cat's do have a wonderful sense of hearing too Miss Granger, and I've certainly heard a lot today."
Hermione felt ashamed. It was bad enough her friends knew but for the professors to know also, it made matters worse. Her face hid none of these thoughts, dropping into a sadder expression of guilt and embarrassment. Mcgonagall noticed and continued to speak;
"People make mistakes all the time. The world moves on and people forget. We can't always be what others expect and a part of growing up is to realise these thing's. You are young, remember I was too once. And while knowledge can be gained quickly, wisdom comes with age and experience. You are already a bright girl Miss Granger, but that doesn't mean you are sure of who you are or who you want to be. And remember that goes for others as well. We are unable to change those that don't want to change."
Hermione took in the wise words, realising very quickly that Mcgonagall was correct. She could hold her head up high and face anything that was thrown her way. She had done all her life, and these emotions wouldn't last forever. She stood from the floor, having felt small being sat so low down.
Feeling tears prickle her eyes once more Hermione spoke, "Thank you Professor. I am sorry I was so foolish."
Smiling, Mcgonagall replied, "We all have regrets. Learn from this day and don't let it be one of them."
She was again right. And before she could respond Mcgonagall patted her shoulder delicately and turned, walking back down the street likely to return to her cat form and make her way back to the castle. The wise words filled her head, and suddenly the world didn't seem so dark. Of course she regretted the day's events, but it was certainly something to learn and move on from. The sun had set, leaving the streets dark so Hermione slowly wandered back through the streets, preparing herself for what was to come when she walked back through the castle doors. The closing hours of the various establishments around her were different, with most places being closed and only the pubs open to the public, including The Three Boomsticks. As she walked by it she glanced sideway's through the open door, looking to see if her friends had remained there. Unsurprisingly they were gone, but to her shock a boy sat alone at the table he had occupied earlier that day. He glanced up and noticed her, meeting her eye with a look she hadn't ever seen from him before. Fight or flight kicking in she chose flight, and turned to continue towards the castle and was shocked when a hand grabbed her shoulder, causing her to turn on her heel. Malfoy stood opposite her, eye's downcast and a solemn look on his face.
"Look Granger.. about earlier..."
"Malfoy please don't. Its embarrassing enough as it is." Hermione had cut across him assuming he was about to insult her but his face said differently.
"Granger listen to me. Im not here to upset you. We just never finished our conversation earlier, did we." He seemed genuine, and while the comment could have come across as teasing he definitely wasn't.
"What do you mean?"
"I know you were drunk, and Firewhisky is always a risky business. Everyone know's it gives you courage but I've never seen it on that scale. After you ran out people went crazy, I think they actually enjoyed it." He still didn't smile, but he had raised his gaze to meet her's. She wondered briefly if he was drunk, but perhaps if he was it could help them have a civil conversation for once.
"I wanted to prove I could be someone else Malfoy. You were honest with me for once and told me who I really was, a boring prude, so I returned the favour for you. I tried to be someone new and It didn't work out. I guess we just move on now."
"I know I'm rude Granger. It doesn't take a genius to know that. And I also realise that I am my fathers son. It's hard to change when all you've ever known seems to be wrong." Draco's eye's told a story in that moment. He really was sad beneath the coldness and perhaps he was crying out for help. She saw the real him for the first time and wondered how many others also had.
"Im sorry I kissed you earlier. It was a rash decision and I shouldn't have done it." Hermione said quickly. She hadn't ever intended on talking about it with him, but she couldn't help herself. She had to know what he would say.
"Ive got to admit you surprised me. I guess you won Granger. You got my attention." He smirked as he said it, the Malfoy she knew shined through for a moment. It wasn't like him to be honest in this way. The alcohol in his system obviously affecting him but he seemed genuine. Honest.
"I guess I did Malfoy. And nobody needs to know about this conversation okay? I won't tell anyone and neither will you. We can keep it between ourselves. Things can go back to how they were." Draco nodded at this, understanding that it wouldn't go down well with their peers if they knew. It wasn't normal for the Gryffindor and the Slytherin to be civil with one another.
"Ok Granger you've got yourself a deal."
He walked past her, brushing her shoulder lightly with his and stopped suddenly not far from where she still stood. Once more he turned to face her, looking her in the eyes.
"How about one more thing we don't tell anyone else about."
Striding forwards he placed his hands around her waist and pulled her in, kissing her. Her eye's widened in surprise but she allowed herself to relax. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in, letting her emotions take over. Years of complicated emotions unleashed in one sudden moment. Draco placed a hand on her cheek, and the passionate moment seemed to last forever, before he pulled away slightly and it was over all too soon. Stroking his thumb across her face gently he took a last look into her eye's before he turned and strode quickly up the path towards the castle, leaving a confused Hermione in the middle of the street.
The following days were unusual. The castle filled with whispers regarding the weekends antics and Hermione received looks everywhere she went, though she held her head high. Harry and Ron had spoken with her upon her arrival back at the castle, having been searching for her everywhere they could think of. Hermione spoke with them as best she could, but the shock of her farewell from Malfoy was still fresh in her mind. It remained there in the days after, and it didn't surprise her that he was avoiding her at all costs. Students giggled when she passed by but Hermione was comforted by the fact that her close friends had refrained from mentioning her actions since Saturday, aware that it would make her uncomfortable. Hermione remembered Mcgonagall's advise constantly and realised that she didn't have to be sure of who she was. She was still figuring it out day by day. Her lessons continued as normal and Hermione concentrated on her studies more so than ever, because if there was one thing she knew, she loved to learn. She returned to the library on the Wednesday afternoon following her last lesson, planning on indulging herself in her books. Her table was as usual free and took a seat, removing a book from her bag and finding where she had left off. As she read, she heard footsteps approaching and as she looked up she saw Malfoy sit opposite her. He lent forwards on the small table, looking at her as she tried to go back to her book without saying a word. Aware he was still looking at her she closed the book with a loud thump and looked back at him.
"You've been avoiding me."
"I had to clear my mind Granger. We both know what happened wasn't like us." He spoke softly. Of course she knew that but as she formed an answer he continued.
"And I cant stop thinking about it."
The added words changed the meaning of the whole sentence. And in all honesty neither could she. It had stayed burned In her memory, replaying over and over. They had a connection, one that had gone unsaid and unexplored all these years and in one moment of passion everything had changed. She knew she had to choose her response carefully.
"Me too." It was all that came to her mind. She looked into his eyes and awaited a response.
As Hermione looked at him, Draco reflected on the past week. So much had changed in such little time and he felt unsure. If he was honest with himself he was scared of his family and their opinions, scared of his friends and how this version of him. He was also scared of how he was viewed by everybody in the school and how much Hermione could damage his image. But he looked at the girl sat opposite from him and different feelings overwhelmed the fright. It would take a leap of faith to realise what they truly meant.
"So Granger. What happens now."
What did happen now? Where did they go from here. Nobody would accept any form of relationship between them that wasn't hatred.
"We carry on Malfoy, as we always have. What else can we do."
"I don't know Granger. I wish I did."
Silence filled the library. Hermione wondered how things had changed so much in such a short span of time, and now her predicament was not that she wanted to avoid him but that she had to. Or did she. Once again Mcgonagall's voice rang in her head and she remembered she had told her, 'everyone makes mistakes, the world moves on and the world forgets'. Perhaps she was right. Maybe if the world didn't want to accept them it didn't matter because in time the world would move on. Hermione picked up her book and packed it into her bag and stood up as if to leave.
"Well, are you coming Draco?"
Draco's eye's met hers and he smiled slightly. Perhaps now was the time to take that leap of faith and to have trust in himself that everything would be ok.
"I don't think you've ever called me by my first name like that."
"People change." She simply replied. Words didn't seem necessary. They walked next to each other and reached the large oak doors that exited the library and stopped, standing side by side. They looked at each other and understood what the other was thinking, perhaps people would have to accept what they didn't understand. The two of them barely understood, but with time perhaps they would.
"You never needed to change to get my attention Hermione." Draco whispered, also calling her by her first name. It sounded alien, but it was something she could definitely get used to. She simply smiled at him and took his hand in hers, pushing the doors open. They exited the library together, hand in hand ready for whatever awaited them.
THE END
