I'm a hardcore Dramione fan, and I'm assuming if you clicked on this story, you are too. Does this story need to be in an AU without Voldy Moldy? Yes, yes it does. I had a lot of fun writing this one, and I hope you like it. Please keep in mind that this is my first time writing Dramione, so please be nice.
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Hermione was cold. To be honest, she was freezing. She was outside, without a cloak, in the dark, and had managed to drop her wand maybe five minutes ago. She hadn't noticed dropping her wand because she had been shivering so badly, she couldn't feel her hands. Not the best late evening at Hogwarts ever.
What made it worse, was that Dumbledore had had the great idea to copy an American Muggle tradition. Normally Hermione didn't have a problem with Dumbledore but this was a bit of a dumb idea. Dumbledore had directed the teachers and staff to get candy and stay in their classrooms so the students could go trick-or-treating around the school.
Her other main issue with the situation was the Weasley twins had sent along a prank box with Ron, Harry, or Ginny. Which, when activated, used a powerful, complicated, and nearly irreversible charm to re-clothe the entire school into American style Halloween costumes.
The costumes hadn't been deployed until after Dumbledore's speech, so Hermione had really only seen what Harry, Ron, and Ginny ended up wearing. Harry was in an outfit that Hermione recognized from The Little Mermaid as Prince Eric, Ron ended up in a red and white striped shirt and jeans, and Ginny was dressed like Ariel again from The Little Mermaid. Fred and George really seemed to have a thing for Disney movies, Hermione thought.
Hermione herself was in a long white dress that reached the floor but didn't drag on it. The dress was made of clearly robust material though it didn't lock in much warmth for her, whatsoever. At one point she had caught a glance of herself in a mirror and seen her hair in twin buns above her ears. She was Princess Leia from Star Wars, then.
So, to recap; she had no wand, cloak, or light, and it was really cold. She was also somewhere between the main castle and the greenhouses. "Bloody Hell." she muttered to herself as she began retracing her steps to hopefully stumble upon her wand. It wasn't often she used one of Ron's favorite phrases, but if there ever was a time…
"I didn't know you copied Weasel King, Granger," a voice drawled from behind her.
Startling, Hermione turned around to see the sneering face of Draco Malfoy bathed in the light of his wand. "I didn't know you were following me."
"Who says I am?"
Hermione rolled her eyes at his response and took an extra moment to puzzle out his costume. He wore an off-white, long-sleeved shirt and a black vest. Dark blue pants with a red stripe up the outside of his leg. With a brown belt and a blaster looking thing… there was no one other than Han Solo that he could have been.
"Ok, fine. You weren't following me. Happy?" she scoffed back at him. "I'm surprised you haven't joined the rest of your pals in the Slytherin common room yet."
Draco shrugged. "I thought I'd try to figure out what costume I've been forced into, and to see if anyone else was really miserable about what they're wearing."
Hermione had to hold in a giggle. "You don't know who you are?" she asked.
Glaring at her Draco answered quickly. "I'm assuming that this is some obscure muggle reference, so there'd be no reason for me to know. On that note, do you know who I seem to be?"
"Han Solo, from the American movie series; Star Wars. I happen to be Princess Leia from the same movies. Han and Leia..." Hermione shivered violently, from the cold, but effectively stopping herself from giving Draco more information about their characters than he needed to know.
"You're shivering, Granger. Don't you know some obscure spell to warm yourself up by now?"
Hermione glared at him. "I've been shivering so much that I dropped my wand. I didn't realize it for a while, so I have no clue where to look, and I also don't have any light to see if I've found it."
He sighed, but in an oddly kind act, muttered "Accio Hermione's wand."
Within ten seconds, the thin strip of wood came flying from the darkness and rested into Draco's palm.
"Thank you, Malfoy," Hermione said, her gratefulness clear in her voice. She then held out her hand to get the wand from him.
Instead of letting her have it, he held it higher, out of her reach. "I'm curious, Granger. What were you going to add, about our characters?"
"If I tell you, will you give me my wand back?" she demanded. When he nodded, she sighed and answered his question. "Han and Leia get together at the end of the movie trilogy. To be honest, throughout all three movies they had a will-they won't-they relationship."
His eyes glinted and he handed her wand back. "I guess a deal's a deal," he said as he sauntered off, into the darkness.
Hermione huffed but continued her trudge across the castle grounds to the greenhouses, right after casting a warming charm on herself.
Later that night, when Hermione returned to the common room, she found nearly all the first-years laying on the floor, clutching their stomachs. Ron was laughing with Dean Thomas and Harry next to the fireplace. And everyone was still in their costumes.
"Ronald! Harry! Ginnerva!" Hermione called in a shrill manner, startling the first years and causing looks of panic to flash across Harry and Ron's faces.
The three she named looked up at her, and when she pointed to the portrait hole, they made their way there.
Once they were all outside the common room, Hermione began interrogating them. "Which one of you brought the prank box into the castle? How do we remove the costumes? Was there any rhyme or reason behind the specific costumes?" All three questions were asked in quick succession.
When she was done, Ginny spoke up. "The twins gave the box to Ron before we got on the train!"
Glaring at his sister for throwing him under the bus, Ron bit back with, "They only told Ginny how to remove them!"
When it looked like the siblings were about to start an all-out-war with each other, Harry butted his way into the conversation. "I'm not actually sure if the costumes mean anything, really. Why d'you ask?"
"I'm Leia." she said shortly, then when Harry gave her a look to continue, she elaborated. "I ran into Malfoy. He was dressed as Han Solo."
One of the first-years stumbled towards the common room from the staircases, clearly hyped on candy, jutting into the sixth-years' conversation. "Maybe you're in loovvvveeee!"