Dramione Fanfiction: January 2010

Friday, January 29, 2010

The Day Written by- ifyourenottheone

The Day- Chapter Nine

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters however the story is my own.

After being defeated, the resistance and even those of us who just happen to be students at Hogwarts line up and sit where we are told by the death eaters. They stand all around, guarding us, wands out. I sit still, staring, but Harry and Ron look at me with hurt and anger. I feel my cheeks flush, ashamed. I know this is all my fault. Draco is still not in here and something is happy up front. The Dark Lord himself is here, drinking from a cup and mumbling through some rite of passage, some ritual. I don’t listen though, I’m too concerned with everything else. And then suddenly the door opens behind us opens. And he is here. He is here.

Biting my nails, I stare fixedly at the wall as he comes in. God, he's beautiful. With a smile and an ease of hands, he takes the cup from Voldemort. Taking a drink, he seals the ritual. Its done. But all I can do is watch. All I can do is stare at how lovely and how dark he is. And then stare at the wall, still wanting to hide my sins. Yes, it has long since come out that I love Draco Malfoy, the boy who just became a man before the Dark Lord's eyes, but I am still ashamed. Yes, it was this love that caused me to betray my friends, and for the dark to finally take over in the end, and yet I still yearn for Harry and Ron's trust again. I don't deserve it, nor will I get it. I did the unspeakable, for I am the reason Draco is up there, while he is the reason I am down here, amongst the resistance. He never loved me, he just used me. Yet I love him still, no matter how I suffer, for the day has passed that he slipped away.

I am the reason Draco Malfoy is the Dark Lord’s heir.

The Day- Chapter Eight

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters however the story is my own.

Be calm. I can handle this. I tell myself as I force a feigned smile unto my lips.

“I wasn’t with Malfoy!” I say, trying to look shocked at the accusation.

“Hermione, I have a fucking invisibility cape. I followed you. I know he was in that cabin with you. What the bloody hell were you doing?” Harry asks, temper flaring.

“Oh.” Is all I can think to say.

“He’s the son of a Death Eater! Are you on HIS side?” Ron screams at me.

Whoa. No. Draco is no death eater.

“He’s a member of the resistance too! You just don’t know him like I do! He’s no death eater!” I say, before I realize the implications.

Luna and Ginny lock eyes with each other then look at me slowly, wickedly.

“Oh. My. God.” Ginny says, and I know they got it. “You’re screwing Malfoy.”

A blush floods my face, and Ron and harry go speechless. For once.

“Bloody hell.” Ron mutters.

“You just had sex with a Death Eater?!” Harry asks, voice quieter.

I shake my head. “I had sex with Draco Malfoy.” I whisper.

“Jesus, Hermione. That’s so disgusting. Even thinking about snogging him is disgusting.” Ron says, regarding me like some animal.

“I’m not sorry. He’s been my boyfriend since we arrived at Hogwarts. Please don’t tell anyone.” I whisper, looking away as my cheeks turn redder by the second.

Ginny and Luna decide to have some humanity, and spare me. They grin wickedly at each other.

“Hermione, darling. Do come here and give us girls the details. Every last bit.” Luna says, and Ron and Harry look at them, barely concealing disgust. They don’t find it funny.

“We’re going.” They say, and Ginny and Luna shrug, pulling me down to sit.

“I’m so sorry, hun.” Ginny says, and I want to cry almost. “But we do want the details. He’s the best looking death eater in the world.” She says, grinning.

And so I smile sadly back, giving them all the details, and not arguing over his innocence.

“Students! Today, in our world, lives are crumbling. Voldemort has prepared attacks and soon enough we will be attacked ourselves!” Dumbledore’s bold voice proclaims as everyone sits down in the great hall. I catch Draco’s head, and smile, but he looks uneasy. Ginny and Luna sit around me, and Harry and Ron still look at me like the mudblood that I am. It hurts but they’ll get over it. “You are his way in! Voldemort can attack this school, but only through you. Only through students! Which is why we will all need to be prepared. Every grade. So I’m showing you the mark of a death eater.” He says, waving his wand. He draws with it in black smoke a large, rough sketch of the tattoo.

I watch, as does everyone else, but for me, it brings a new dread. It takes a few seconds to sink in, but when it does, I know exactly where I remember that tattoo from.

Draco’s arm.

Bloody Hell.

I look around for him, but he’s gone, and I myself rush to get up, puking over the floor.

5 years. 5 fucking years, and everyone else were right. He was a Death Eater.

But that’s not what made me sick.

What made me sick was the fact that I still loved him.

“Hermi-” Ginny started, scrambling up as I puke but then the air around us goes still. I pull my hair back as everything is dead silent. Then a swooshing comes in, and Death eaters crowd in. People are screaming and I look everywhere. I can’t find Draco.

“Hermione!” Ron and Harry scream, wanting my help. Everyone’s wands are out, but without me, the odds are even worse than they normally would be. We are outnumbered as it, since most don’t even know the dark arts. People are running and its gone to a madhouse within seconds.

And I can’t do anything.

Then Ginny falls, and I see blood pour from the side of her mouth.

And I still can’t move. All I can do is puke again and again as the screams surround and I feel myself lifted up, and bound like all the others who survive. I did this. I cost Ginny and countless others their life. I cost us the entire resistance.

And I still love him.

The Day- Chapter Seven

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters however the story is my own.

*year five*

“Harry!” I scream, and run, jumping into his arms as soon as I spot him at the train station. “God, how I worried!” I say, disentangling myself.

He laughs a little and hugs me back. “Missed you too, Hermione.”

“Where’s my hug?” Ron asks, arms spread wide as he comes from behind Harry.

Smiling, I give him a little hug.

“Bloody hell, she even missed me!” He says, laughing.

Ginny comes up and grips Harry’s hand, but Ron allows it. Luna takes his hand, anyway.

“Hey, Ginny. Hey, Luna.” I smile at them both in turn, feeling only the slightest hint of jealousy at Ginny. “Let’s get our Cabin?” I ask, nodding my head toward the train. Harry nods, and gets aboard. We all follow him.

“Okay, so everything was going all fine and dandy, right? But then I saw-" Ginny says, but I’m not really listening to her story. My thoughts have been about Draco this whole time. God, how I missed him.

I snap my head up, clear my throat and loudly say “I’m going to, um, go visit some of my other friends?” and head out before they can question me.

I take a corner, walk down the corridor, take another corner and enter a cabin in the last part of the train, but not the last one. Draco’s already waiting for me.

A smile instantly lights up my face and a return smile lights up his.

He pulls out his wand, locking the door and fogging the windows.

Patting the seat next to him, he takes my hand. I sit down. “I missed you a lot this summer.” I say, grinning like an idiot.

“I missed you too.” He says, scooting closer.

“We have all year, but we lost all summer. We can save talking for later, right?” I ask, tentative. I wonder if I want to do what I planned in my head.

“Yeah, we can talk later.” He says, pulling me onto his lap and kissing me.

After a good half hour of this, I put my hand lightly on his chest and take a breather. My face flushes but my resolve is firm.

“Draco?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re 5th years. We’re 16. We’ve been together almost since we met.”

“Yeah?”

“And we both may very well die this year. I don’t want to die a…” I say, blushing and looking away.

He slowly kisses my jaw, working his way to my mouth. My back arches in and I give a low guttural sound.

“Are you suggesting we…” he asks, a hint of a smile tugging in his voice.

I nod, pressing myself against him.

“Okay.” He says, kissing back around my jaw, to my neck and back to my mouth.

Slowly, he lies me down on the bench opposite him, then lies atop me. He kisses me slowly sweetly, teasing the edges of my clothes. I groan with pleasure, arching up. He moans in return, slipping his hands under my shirt.

My breasts harden, as I feel him harden against the space between my thighs. His hands slip my shirt up and over my head and I busily work on undoing his buttons. He kisses me deeply, unhooking my bra. As it unsnaps, his kisses dip lower, and do not return up this time.

Excitement builds in both of us as I tease his zipper against a tight bulge.

A little while later, I straighten out my clothes as I head back to the other cabin. I grin to myself, thinking of what just happened.

But as I walk into the cabin, my grin slips and then fades all together.

Ron, Ginny, Harry and Luna all glare at me.

Harry speaks first. “What the hell were you doing with Malfoy?”

The Day- Chapter Six

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters however the story is my own.

*Year 2-4*

The rest of the year goes smoothly, as does the next two, but we still remain unsettled. Unease settles over everyone like a cloud of dust. We know this is only the calm before the storm. Voldemort is planning something. But the resistance will be ready; Harry, Ron and I have made sure of that. Our training was completed years ago, and now we train our peers in what the ministry would never allow. But they must be prepared. We are the Order of the Phoenix.

This coming news has also brought us desperately closer to those we love. Ron draws himself ever closer to his family, me and Harry. I no longer am confused. Ron is in love with me, and it is I who loves another. Harry and Ginny are tight, tighter even than Harry and Sirius or Harry and Dumbledore. And me? I still have Draco and he still has me but it kept secret. Draco hangs around Pansy for appearance sake, but there is no love there. Ron follows me around, which I don’t mind so much anymore.

But Life has been tough too. Despite the relative calmness, there have been more victories on the Death Eaters side than the resistance. The only victory worth noting of the resistance was when we caught Draco’s father. He was a death eater of vital importance to Voldemort. It was wretched for Draco but I stood by him.

The Day- Chapter Five

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters however the story is my own.

Over the summer, I missed Draco dreadfully. I waited for each owl like it was my last breath. But owls he sent. And I loved each and every one.
And then, finally, the day came when it was time to go back to Hogwarts.
Bags packed a month in advance, I couldn't wait to go. But only to see Draco and maybe Harry.
Standing on the platform that day, I winked when I caught a glimpse of Draco, but all I received was a scowl. Was he playing again? I didn't know, and it was with a heavy heart that I boarded the train.

After spending at least an hour fumbling merciliously with my hands, I get up and tell Ron and Harry I'll be back.
"Hermione! What took you so damn long?" Draco hisses, pulling the back of my shirt just as I wound around the corner to the restroom. He clamped his hand on my mouth until I was calmed enough not to scream.
"Sorry..." I mumbled as we found our way to a dark corner. "Why did you glare at me?"
"I HAD too, Pansy was with me."
"Pansy?" I ask, confused.
"As soon as I sent my last owl out, I got the news. My parents have arranged for Pansy and I to marry when I graduate, if not a little before then, due to...new circumstances..." He says, tensely.
"What? Marriage?"
"Yes. They can't know...even more so now...about us." He says, looking guilty.
"Oh. Oh my...Well..." But before I can continue, the train starts to rattle. Darkness shrouds everywhere, hisses rise and silence encumbers us until it is broken by a single scream. "DEATH EATERS!" Draco’s face pales, and he winces as if in pain. I touch his arm, worried, both for him and for the situation, but he flinches and shies away from my touch. I roll up his sleeve and see a throbbing tattoo.

“Draco?” I whisper.

“Later.” He hisses, looking like death warmed over, and walks away.

I run back to the cab with Ron and Harry in it. I pull my wand out during the process.

“Bloody hell, Hermione!” Ron shouts as I come in, taking down a death eater instantly with a single spell. “What took you so long?”

“I’m sorry!” I snap, and take a step back. There are so many death eaters here…So so many. Too many for just three people.

I look at Harry and he’s holding his own and more. His teeth are gritted together, and his scar is ablaze. I can see the pain in his eyes, but the anger there equally matches it. He makes a good chosen one, this “boy who lived.”

I look at Ron, and even he is holding his own. Those in front of me he’s taking care of before those in front of him. He’s protecting me before himself. But at least his killing the death eaters and not shying away.

I step back up, joining the line again. “I’m here, I promised. I will always be here from now on. I swore.” I say, then bare my teeth, fighting back with all I have. More students join, and those driving the train do too.

Eventually, the death eaters are driven away. The train has been delayed and we are all camping out for the night in some field. Dumbledore was rushed to the camp and many Hogwarts professors. Tomorrow the train will be back on track, and the ministry has been told, but no one wants to speak of the one who can’t be named. And everyone secretly resents Harry, knowing he is the reason our train was attacked.

Ron, Harry and I shared a tent. I was supposed to be over on the women’s side of camp but I had bribed my tent mate and I had borrowed Harry’s invisibility cape.

“Make the unbreakable vow.” Ron says, still mad at mad at me for not being there right away.

“I already promised!” I say, knowing I would do everything I could to always be there.

“Ron, give it a rest. Hermione came as quick as she could.” Harry says, sticking up for me.

“Fine. Let’s all make the vow. If we’re in it together, I need to know I’m going to have friends for life with me through this. And we’re not leaving you Harry.” Ron says, almost growling.

Even Harry can’t argue with that.

“Fine.” I say, and Ron pulls out his wand. Tonight, a vow will be made, one I can never go back on.

The Day- Chapter Four

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters however the story is my own.

As the end of the year dawns ever closer, things begin to calm back down. Harry's healed, which is a relief. Harry, Ron and I started training secretly. He's the chosen one, and Ron and I will stand by him till the end. Harry wanted to train alone, but I’m the only one who knows what we're doing, so he couldn't say no to me, and of course he wouldn't say no to Ron then. Though I wouldn't have minded much if he did. Ron never leaves me be anymore. I would have enjoyed some time with just Harry.
Meanwhile, Draco and I have been going heavier and heavier undercover. We don't speak of that one night in the library. It was too close a call, and it has since spooked us. We were out of our bloody minds anyway, but I needed him. I needed something to get my mind off of Harry. Every time I see Draco, and think back to that night, the color flushes out of me and I know I'll never forget the way he kissed me.
"Bloody 'Ell, Hermione! I can't do this." Ron says, shaking his wand as though trying to break it.
"No wonder, if you try to use it like THAT." I say, letting my voice drip with disdain. "Doesn't matter. That's an illegal spell anyway, I can barely do it, but Harry has it mastered, and he's the one who needs it the most."
"Hermione? Just teach it to him." Harry says, tired of my anti-Ron antics. I roll my eyes, muttering under my breath, as I go tech him, watching that smug smile form on Ron's face.

"Hey, Ron? When's Ginny coming?" Harry asked later that evening in the Gryffendor commons.
Ron scowls. "Next year."
"Oh, really?" Harry's face brightens and for some reason, my heart sinks a little, but then I think of Draco and I tell myself that was a silly, fleeting feeling.
I elbow Harry, a smirk on my face. "Ginny?"
He blushes and mutters "She's just Ron's sister..."
"Who you will NOT be snogging." Ron adds and I burst out laughing. Then I realize he's serious and shut up.
"That's right Harry. No snogging a Weasly."

After wrapping up another day of training in the forests, Harry, Ron and I head back to the dorms. We are walking along when we see Draco, Goyle and Crabbe. I fight a smile that forms as my lips and wink at him.
"Awww, how cute! Little Miss Mudblood have fun playing in the forest with her friends?" He sneers. I look down, and realize I did get my self dirty out in the woods. But if Draco wants to play it rough...
"Hey, you have no right to call her-" Ron starts, screaming at them. Harry just walks up to Draco and whispers low, "Don't mess with us, Malfoy. We may not all be purebloods but at least our father's aren't deatheaters." With that, he turns on his heel, Ron and him walking away expecting me to follow. Crabbe and Goyle stand stunned and Draco growls, starting to move toward them, starting to run.
I whip out my wand, putting it to Draco's neck and backing him up. I find I do that to him a lot. "You touch him and I will use an unforgiveable spell. I'm not afraid to." I say, refrencing our Dark Arts lessons. A small smirk lifts the side of my face, but Draco's the better actor. Fearful, the only thing revealing his duplicity is a small glint in his eyes only I would recognize.
"Hermione. Don't." Harry says, and Ron grabs my free hand, pulling. I let them take my, looking back the whole way. My heart longs for him when he's gone.

That night, in the library, after hours as has become habit, I take a seat beside Draco and put out a book as an excuse should we get caught.
"I think you enjoyed today too much, my dear." he whispers leaning in close.
"Well, maybe." I say, giving him a small kiss.
"Sorry 'bout the mudblood part. Goyle and Crabbe were there." he takes my hand, holding tight.
"Harry and Ron were there, sorry about the cursing you part." I laugh, looking deep into his eyes.
"blow for blow." He smiles and kisses me, slowly at first, till it deepens into more. I keep my ears alert for intruders, though really my mind is clogged with thoughts of Draco.

"So what is the muggle world like?" Ron asks, as we pack our things. Harry and I live in the muggle world, but Ron has never even been there.
"Horrible." Harry says, as I say "Fascinating."
I blush, knowing what people say about talking at the same time like that.
Ron looks quizzically at us, but doesn't say anything. I almost don't want to go home, I've matured so much. I'm not the little eleven year old my parents sent away last year.
"You have dentists for parents, hermione. You don't live with my aunt and uncle." Harry says, annoyance in his voice.
I roll my eyes, pretending not to be hurt. "Whatever." I say and stalk off. Besides, I want to say goodbye to Draco.
I find him in the library, our secret and special place. Once again its only us, its night and we have the excuses. He's studying, which is rare. A smile forms on my lips and I figure I must be wearing off on him by now. I wrap my arms around his waist from behind and whisper in his ear "I'm not going to see you all summer, am I?"
Smoothly, expertly, he turns around, arms wrapping me in their own embrace. "I'm sorry." He says, burying his head in my hair.
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder, or so they say in the muggle world." I blush, remembering I'm a mudblood, and he's a pure blood.
"Well, I hope their smart in your world. But I'll send owls. I promise."
"Me too. But, listen, I don't like saying goodbye. So maybe, right now we could just focus on the time we do have together." I say, pulling away and taking his hand as I lead him into the darkest corner.
He smiles, cupping my face and kissing me. I kiss him back, hard, pushing him against the wall. He moves his hands, wrapping them around my waist, pulling me closer.
And my last night at Hogwarts ends perfectly. I have to leave after awhile, but still, Kissing a Malfoy is an unforgettable experience.

"Where did you go last night?" Harry asked on the train.
"Yeah, where?" Ron asks, even more curious, and annoyed.
"Nowhere. I was saying goodbye to some people." I said, feeling a bit defensive. I loved harry, and Ron, well i was dealing with him, but I didn't want to tell anyone my secret. It was my secret. It was special.
"Who?" Ron asks, as if I had no other friends.
"I don't report to you. I do what I want." I said, angry. He knew nothing.
"Whatever." He said, but I knew it bugged him.
"Calm down, you too." Harry said, looking at Ron oddly.
"Hey, Harry, Ginny's gonna be with us next year..." I said to change the subject and to watch Ron and Harry squirm. Harry blushed while Ron scowled. "Oh, bad subject?" I said, feigning innocence. But they got my point.

The Day- Chapter Three

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters however the story is my own.

The days pass by, much as that first night. We ignore each other, hating one another when others are around. But when it's just me and Draco...things change. I can't help it. I'm a traitor. I swear my loyalty to Harry and Ron and everyone against Voldemort and the Deatheaters. And yet, a mudblood such as I am falling steadily in love with the son of one whom I so adamantly protest.
"I don't understand..." Draco whines, as I try to explain simple potions to him.
"Come on, big boy! Snape freaking LOVES you. How do you not get this?" I say demonstrating it again, but he's toying with my hair, not listening.
"Because I'm distracted by the beautiful and cold girl sitting in front of me." He says, his breath on my neck, in perilously close proximity.
We are only year ones still, sure, the year's almost over...but we are the only couple couple here...
I blush and mutter under my breath "We aren't the only ones in the library yet! It’s supposed to look like I'm pained that Snape made me tutor you."
"Ri-" He says, removing his hands from my waist, as they were discreetly placed under my hair.
"HERMIONE! It's...They're here." Ron says, out of breath, running up to me, giving Draco a glare first as he grabs my hand and pulls me up and out of the library, running again. I manage to put all my weight into my feet, halting us. "Wait, what’s happening? Who's here?"
Ron looks at me, dead in the eye. "The death eaters. At quiddich practice, they tried to get Harry. He's in the hospital ward now."
My face goes pale, but in a split-second I'm running, Ron taking up after me.

"Oh, my god, Harry!" I scream, going to my knees as I see him on the hospital bed. Tears stream down my face. Was this the kind of thing I had missed, with all my thoughts of Draco, and with all my time being devoted to him in one way or another? What kind of person was I?
Harry takes my hand and looks at me. "Hermione? It’s not that bad."
"But they hurt you! The death eaters hurt you! And I wasn't there." I choke out, squeezing your hand.
"There was nothing you could do anyway. Its okay, I promise. But it’s for certain now. I have to fight Voldemort. And I'm going to need you and Ron. Are you with us?" I nod, resting my head on the cot, looking at Harry. Ron sits in the chair, and I take his hand in my other one. "Yeah, I'm with you guys.”

Eventually Harry drifts off to sleep and the nurse shoos Ron and I out. I'm still holding his hand as we walk up the stairs to our house. "Thank you for getting me." I say, smiling outside.
"He asked for you. But why are you saying that outside? Come on, let’s head in."
I give a small shake and drop his hand. "No, I’m going to go get my stuff from the library."
"I'll go with you!"
"No, go to bed, Ron." I say softly, and open the door for him. He looks at me, a little hurt, then steps in closing the door behind him.
I walk numbly to the library, fearful for Harry. A single tear escapes as I move, manically.
"Hermione. What's wrong?" Draco catches my hand as I walk in, and it’s just me and him, and he must have waited. This makes me sadder somehow.
I rub my eyes with my free hand and turn toward him, curling into his chest. "Harry. Deatheaters." I can't form a full sentence, but Draco isn't utterly dense and he understands. I feel him nod above my head as he wraps his arms tighter around me.
"I'm so sorry, Hermione." There's something like pain in his voice, but not for Harry.
I lean up and kiss him, full on the lips. "I just need you right now..." and then with a strength I hadn't known I possessed, I back him into a dark corner, arms and legs wrapping around him, kissing him fiercer than I ever have, or even knew you could kiss. He does his part, holding me up, kissing me back for all he's worth, and I'm utterly intoxicated. Moaning a little, I take out the clip behind my hair, held up only by Draco’s strong arms. He clears off a nearby table, placing me lightly on it, never breaking our kiss.
Cree-ee-ak.
I gasp, sitting up, pushing Draco away from me. His clothes out of order, he struggles to stand tall, breathing ragged.
"Hermione?" Ron calls.
Damn.
I straighten my uniform, and step out of the dark corner, leaving Draco hidden, needing him to stay hidden.
"Sorry, lost my pencil." I go over to my books and pick them up.
"Oh. I was worried, you were taking awhile. I didn't want the death eaters to get you."
I nod, shaking my head. "Thank you, Ron." I smile at him, and he smiles back.
Little did I know how right he was about the deatheater's presence...

The Day- Chapter Two

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters however the story is my own.

Potions. Potions. Potions. Sounds like a fun class. And yet, Malfoy's behind me. Sounds like it should be funner. But I can't stop thinking about him, looking at him, watching him all class. Snape hates me already. But not Draco...he loves him. Doesn't everyone?
"Miss Granger. Can you tell me how much Frog's breath is needed?" Snape bellows from in front of me, hitting my desk and making me jump. Whispers of Mudblood flutter around. And Snape acts like he doesn't hear any of it. I'm still watching Draco when I answer. He's the only one who didn't say it. "You need 5 more drops, Professor Snape." I say, rigidly.
"Yes. Well, do increase the answer speed. We don't have all day." He says, whisking up his cape and heading to the front to show the class something.
Draco smiles at me and mouths "I can get you on his good side?" He points to himself, then to myself.
I blush and smile, mouthing back "Would you?"
He nods. "Of course, Miss Granger."
"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy."
He winks, and turns back. I slowly turn back, all breath having left my body.
I'm still smiling, thinking about how nice he really is when something hits me. I look up and Ron's glaring.
"You're a mudblood to him. No use fancying him." a piece of paper shaped like a bird says.
I look back, but Ron's already turned around. What's his problem?

As soon as the bell rings, Draco is before me, his wand out and he spellcasts my books onto his pile. Holding out an arm, he puts away the wand and asks, "Where to next, m'lady?" I giggle a little and start to reply when his friends walk in. my arm drops, and he glares at me. "What do you want, muggle born?" He sneers, but his eyes hold none of it and I understand. I understand because I would do the same if my friends stayed long enough to see that.
Eyes slitting, I tear my books from his hands and storm out of the room. He walks slowly out, amidst cheering from his doppelgangers. When the door shuts however, he runs to me and pulls my sleeve to a stop. "Bloody hell! I didn't mean it!"
I smile wickedly. "I know. I understand. I'd do the same if my friends had stayed after class to see that."
He laughs and takes my books back. "You know, I'm really starting to like you, Hermione Granger."
The words send my stomach into a fit of excitement even though he says them as casually as if he just said my hair was brown. I shrug, playing it off, like it happens often. "It’s just that irresistible charm I'm known for."

Talking late into the night, we are still in the library when house entrances are shut. Draco offered to take me to my house and so here we are, standing outside it, locked out.
I pull out my wand and look around. Leaning closer, I whisper in his ear so no one will hear me and so I can smell his scent. "I'm just gonna use my wand to get Harry and Ron to open it up for me. You should go now."
He nods, "Good idea." I start to pull away but he grabs my wrists. He puts my books down and leans in toward me. His lips meet mine for a nanosecond, far too short a time by all measures then disappears down the stairs toward his house. I lean against the wall of Gryffendor, sliding down it, my hands on my lips as a smile forms.

The Day- Chapter One

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters however the story is my own.

*A few years in the future*

Biting my nails, I stare fixedly at the wall as he comes in. God, he's beautiful. With a smile and an ease of hands, he takes the cup from Voldemort. Taking a drink, he seals the ritual. It’s done. But all I can do is watch. All I can do is stare at how lovely and how dark he is. And then stare at the wall, still wanting to hide my sins. Yes, it has long since come out that I love Draco Malfoy, the boy who just became a man before the Dark Lord's eyes, but I am still ashamed. Yes, it was this love that cause me to betray my friends, and for the dark to finally take over in the end, and yet I still yearn for Harry and Ron's trust again. I don't deserve it, nor will I get it. I did the unspeakable, for I am the reason Draco is up there, while he is the reason I am down here, amongst the resistance. He never loved me, he just used me. Yet I love him still, no matter how I suffer, for the day has passed that he slipped away.

*First day at Hogwarts*
"uhmm, mudblood, uhmmm." A blond boy coughs, walking beside me. I glance sideways at him. He's the preppy short, beautiful, cruel and rich. Is it just written on my face that I'm not one of 'his sort'.
His friends pass by and then he looks at me, smiling unabashedly. "I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy. Sorry about that." He puts his hand out and my insides melt.
I clutch my books closer to me, a secret protector. "Hermione. Hermione Granger." I mumble.
"Hermione. I like the name." He says, then walks ahead of me, leaving me with only desire.
"Hermione! Hermione! They're about to call your name!" Harry calls, pulling me into the commons area.
"Oh, okay." I say, hurrying in and sitting on a bench. Sure enough, my name's called right after I sit.
I'm, told to go the hat, and I do. The sorting hat. I've only made two friends thus far, and my name is before both.
"Not Slytherin, eh?" a small voice says from the hat, making me jump ever so slightly as i place my head under. Then in a booming voice for all to hear, "Gryffendor!"

I sit back down after the hat, and Ron and Harry pat my back. "Yes! I'm gonna be there, like all my family." Ron proudly puffs out his chest.
We listen the names and my ears perk up slightly when I hear a Draco Malfoy. The beautiful blond boy steps up, a wily grin dancing across his face and lighting up his eyes. He puts the hat on, catching my eye, and winking. I wink back. What am I doing? He called me a mudblood. He can’t ever be seen with me. This is a MALFOY we're talking about.
"Slytherin!" The hat booms and my heart sinks. But my mind is saying "Good. Now you shan't deal much with the boy. No temptation to even worry about anymore." If only it were that simple.
"Hermione, what's gotten into ya?" Harry say, elbowing me. "I asked you something."
"Oh, sorry, what?" I say, feigning a smile, eyes hurt to be leaving Draco's.

That night, in the commons area of Gryffendor, I searched the faces, one and all. Sure there were beautiful men here but none like Draco. Well, except for Harry...but no. I looked over at that boy, pretending to be modest as he showed off his scar. He was the chosen one, but he was only going to get himself hurt showing it around as such. I looked at Ron and shook my head. He was barely better than me, and I was, as Draco reminded me, a "mudblood". Sighing, I picked up my textbooks and slowly headed toward the steps to the dorm area. School wasn't going like I'd planned yet, and I was a matriculate planner.

The Day Written by- ifyourenottheone

Harry Potter - Rated: M - English - Romance/Adventure - Chapters: 9 - Words: 6,635 - Reviews: 2 - Draco M. & Hermione G. - Complete

A Very Merry Christmas Written by - kateofallpeople

A Very Merry Christmas- Chapter Nineteen

Breathe in, breathe out. Take it easy, Hermione. She had to calm herself down mentally before everyone showed up. Today, her and Draco would offically be going public, in front of everyone in the school. Oh damn. She jumped out of bed and showered. She smoothed her hair down, put on a little makeup, and went down to meet Draco for breakfast.

"I like the green sweater."

"I wore it last night, you know."

He bent low to whisper in her ear. "I didn't notice."

She blushed and swatted him. They spent most of the day holed up in the room of requirement, enjoying their last bit of calm alone time. She sat in his lap and he played with her hair, and they talked about a million things, like friends and school and everything that had happened over the break. He even asked a few questions about muggles, and they told stories back and forth about what their friends might think when they saw them together. Hermione, of course, already had an idea, but Draco wasn't entirely sure.

"It's not as if you're not a girl, you know."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, men have a tendency to find women attractive, in case you didn't know. And you are attractive. I know at least Blaise has noticed it before."

"You must be joking!"

"I'm not. He actually said it first."

"Well that's..."

"A good thing. At least I know one person will approve."

"I guess so."

It continued on this way until well after lunch, just a half hour or so before everyone was set to arrive. They made the walk down to the station, going as slowly as possible. Hermione wished to enjoy every last second of being alone and peaceful with Draco, and he was going to let her have her way. When they finally reached the platform, they stood with their arms around each other, waiting for the train. At last, they heard it in the distance, a horn blowing loud and clear, signaling the arrival of their friends and fellow students. Hermione got nervous and stepped slightly away from Draco. "I'm just nervous, is all." She crossed her arms, but he rubbed her back and managed to have her let one arm go so he could hold her hand. They could spot the train in the distance now, coming closer with every breath. In just a matter of seconds...

Draco smiled. He'd been planning this for a few days now. And it was finally time.

"Hermione?"

"Yes?"

The train just began pulling up to the platform. Hermione was starting at her shoes, but they were in full view.

"I've been meaning to say... I know it's quite soon, but... I think I love you."

She froze. Never, ever had a guy said THAT to her before. Viktor had liked her of course, but he really only stared at her. But here Draco was, staring at her. Telling her he loved her. She wasn't sure how to respond, except by suddenly turning to him and kissing him full on the mouth, in full view of everyone on the train. He was so happy, he lifted her off her feet and spun her around slightly. Train passengers whistled, or called out, or simply talked.

"Is that...?"

"That's Hermione Granger!"

"Alright Draco!"

"Get a room!"

"That can't be..."

"NO WAY."

"Oh. My. God."

"I didn't think she would ever..."

"Wow."

... and their personal favorite, "Oh, shit. That is. Do you realize who that is?" Which came from Blaise himself.

While students disembarked the train and gathered their things, Hermione and Draco pulled themselves apart.

"Draco, I love you too."

"Well, that's good to know." He winked at her and she poked his chest.

"Now, you watch it. On your best behaviour, Malfoy."

"On my honor, Granger." He kissed her once more - to various other calls - and then they set off on their separate ways, looking for their friends. A few feet apart, he looked over everyone's heads (at his height, it was reasonable) and called out to her. "I'll meet you in the Great Hall for dinner, then? I'll find you."

She waved at him, and then felt a hand on her shoulder. Ginny Weasley had apparently been the first to find her.

"I've never seen a more thorough transformation. What on earth have you done with Draco Malfoy?"

Again, Hermione started. She doesn't know. She's not talking about that.

"It's marvelous, isn't it?" She hugged the youngest Weasley, who still towered a few inches over her. "It's been a whirlwind. You have no idea. I'll explain more later, I think I spy two people who may or may not want to kill me if they hear the full story." She stepped past Ginny to the tall, lanky figures of Harry and Ron. Harry scratched his head and looked from Hermione to the floor, while Ron kept his arms behind his back and chose to stare at anything but her. "Hello, boys."

"Hello, Hermione." They both said at once. Then Harry spoke.

"So... where is he?"

"He's off finding his own friends. He's going to come sit with us at dinner, if you don't mind."

"Don't mind?! How am I not supposed to mind?" Ron's words suddenly felt too loud in her ears.

"Honestly, Ronald." Ginny smacked her brother in the head. "You are totally and completely thick. Mal- err, Draco, is sitting with us. Hermione is going to show us. Even I just saw. He's really been kind to her."

Ron kicked at some gravel, finally looking at Hermione. She noticed he just looked tired, and ragged.

Harry stepped forward with his arms out. "What was I thinking?" He smiled wide. "I'm just happy to see you. And happy to see you happy. We can deal with details later." She jumped forward to wrap her arms around his neck.

"Harry, thank you. I promise you. Everything's alright."

When she stepped back, she immediately took a step towards Ron, locking her arms around his neck and swaying slightly until he surrendered, reluctantly putting his arms around her waist. "It's just... I always... I never... Him?"

"Yes, Ron, him." She kissed him on the cheek and then hugged him for a moment more.

"If he makes you happy... I guess. I just want you to be happy now."

She felt tears welling in her eyes. Here was stubborn Ron Weasley, giving her away so she could be happy.

"Thank you, Ron. Thank you so much."

She wiped at her eyes and linked arms with each of the boys. She did not miss Harry dropping his other hand to find Ginny's. The two girls caught eyes and smiled.

"But see, they did win. Back in the day."

"Over a hundred years ago, Ron." Draco stabbed at a potato. "The Canons are bloody terrible now. If they ever wanted to win the cup again, they'd need to replace the entire team and down several cauldrons of Felix Felicis."

"That's rubbish!"

"Think about it, Ron."

"Well... suppose that's true. Who are you for?"

"Puddlemere, actually."

"Really?" Ron got an inquisitive look on his face. "Interesting. Never would have pegged you for a PU fan."

"Never would have pegged you for a Canon... wait. Yes. I would have."

The group of friends erupted in laughter. Draco Malfoy was not the only one to have ever put down Ron's favorite team, but he was, Ron supposed, a decent bloke after all. He did like Puddlemere.

"All of this talk about quidditch is making me feel right at home. In a bad way." Ginny rolled her eyes and Harry squeezed her hand. When Hermione noticed, Ginny simply blushed and waved her away. "You still haven't explained to me yet, Miss Granger."

Hermione blushed. "Tonight. In the dormitories. Not now."

Ginny and Harry laughed. Ron and Draco were still locked in a conversation about Quidditch. Luna was busy telling Neville about the different categories of Plimpies. Blaise was busy explaining to Pansy - who he'd nearly had to drag over to sit with their best friend - that it wasn't really such a bad thing at all. Pansy caught the eye of a handsome seventh year Gryffindor, and suddenly she decided it might be a good thing after all. After a moment, Hermione felt a hand brush her lower back, then wrap around her waist as was their usual. Nobody took much notice but Hermione, who leaned slightly into him, smiling. It had indeed been a Very Mery Christmas. And it was looking like it would be a Happy New Year as well.

A Very Merry Christmas- Chapter Eighteen

New Years still...

Maybe she'd had a touch too much champage, maybe it was just that Draco had told her it would be a happy year if it was with her, but Hermione was feeling near delirious. She stood on the edge of the floor, where people were mingling and taking photographs still. It was near two. There were more refreshments out, and Hermione was perfectly content sitting on the sidelines, observing the partygoers while the party died down. Within a few minutes, she felt a presence at her right. She looked over to see the silver hair and beard of Albus Dumbledore.

"Ah, Miss Granger. I must commend you on the spectacular arrangement here."

"Th-Thank you, Professor."

"An additional twenty points to Gryffindor. And Hermione, do have a Happy New Year." As he finished his statement, he inclined his head towards someone about to join them. Someone, of course, being Draco Malfoy. He smiled a knowing little smile and departed, leaving Draco with a very confused face.

"What was that all about?"

"Just wanted to wish me happy new year. And give me house points."

"Lucky. I think the only professor that's ever given me points has been Snape."

"I can't imagine why."

He bumped into her and nodded towards the door. "Come on. I'll walk you back up to your dorm. You look tired."

"But I have to clean up! And I am not tired. I'm perfectly fine."

"Sure. But no, you don't. I've arranged for that to be taken care of."

"By whom?"

"Magic. Just a moment. Sonorous. Excuse Me? Everyone? Hello?" The room fell silent and everyon looked at Draco. "Sorry, it's about time for everyone to head to bed, Headmaster's orders... if you could help by cleaning a few things up before you leave. It's not that hard. You are witches and wizards, after all." Everyone laughed at the surprisingly cheerful Draco. "Thank you everyone, for coming up and enjoying the festivities. How about a round for Hermione?" Applause and cheers came from around everyone. "Alright. Thanks! Just clean up some and head out! Quietus. See?"

"I didn't even know you knew the charm. Thank you."

"Come on. You're obviously tired." He picked her up once more and carried her up the stairs to her dormitory, kissing her goodnight again. She shuffled straight to bed. She really was tired.

That Day...

Hermione slept through breakfast. She would have slept through lunch as well, if Olivia hadn't come in to make sure she was still alive. It was near noon, but she had no reason to be up. She took her time getting out of bed and getting ready for the day. In 24 hours, her friends and everyone else would be back, and things would be more than a little hectic. Draco had promised her last night that they'd go for one more walk in the snow that afternoon, before term began and her attention would be split with school. She headed down to lunch with Olivia and sat between her and Draco. Everyone was excited about their friends getting back, but dreading term beginning. Hermione giggled slightly when she realized she was half the opposite : Not quite dreading her friends to be back, but nervous. And, as always, looking forward to quality time with a few books.

The pair set out that afternoon hand in hand. They passed all sorts of places they'd sat and talked before, and the sledding hill, and everywhere else they might think. They made a snowman, and snow angels again, and had a little snowball fight. They did a full circle around the grounds before Hermione began feeling a little too cold. Draco asked if she wanted to go back, and she nodded. He pulled up her chin and whispered into her ear. "I know something that can warm you right up..." She grinned back at him and nodded again. If they would have been any faster going back to the castle, they might as well have been running.

Hermione left to go upstairs and change. Draco headed straight to the room of requirement to attempt to recreate the room he'd brought up on their other occasion. She changed about four times before settling on an emerald green sweater, dark jeans, and flats, her hair loose and wavy. She put on a spritz of perfume - there were just so many special occasions now - and practically ran down to meet him. He was waiting outside with the door slightly open. It was like their own little secret, these nights of passion and hidden lust. His shirt was unbuttoned slightly at the top, revealing a smooth, toned chest. He grinned when he caught her looking. "You. Now."

She stepped inside with him, and as soon as the door was closed they were on each other. He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around him, pushing her hips into his already hard shaft. He grunted and pushed back into her hips, never disconnecting their mouths. He put them both on the bed and began quickly undressing them. She almost laughed when she thought of how many times she'd changed before coming to meet him, and rolled them over so that she was on top. She slid herself over him, and for a moment she really realized that he was quite large (not that she'd had anyone to compare it too, just that it was, well, this big THING). Interested to see how he'd respond, she put her hand down to work on him with her own juices on him. He seemed to like it quite a bit, moaning and pushing into her hand. They were both growing impatient. He rolled them back over and pulled her so that her bum was hanging over the edge. He put her legs over his shoulders and cupped her bum. She gripped the sheets next to her while he pushed his entire length into her. When he was in, they let out a breath. She looked up at him just as he looked down at her - they smiled, already slightly sweaty. This was definitely going to be a good year.

They realized, a little late, that it was time for dinner. They pulled themselves out of bed and dressed. Even within the first few steps, Hermione could tell that she was already sore. She wasn't even walking properly. He rubbed her back and put his arm around her. "Sore?"

She glared at him and rolled her eyes. Beyond sore, was her answer. When they were seated at dinner, she found herself so uncomfortable that she wanted to leave a bit early. When she mentioned this to Draco, he laughed. Within moments, she found herself laughing as well, the entire situation was ridiculous. A few minutes later, he squeezed her waist and chuckled a little. She smiled. So much for goody two shoes.

A Very Merry Christmas- Chapter Seventeen

She felt dreadful. And she knew precisely why. It was not the cold, though that might have had a hand in her pounding headache. It was a combination of things. Moving backwards, it started with turning down Draco for another night alone. She'd had her reasons, but he'd seemed so disappointed. Then back to the letters from her friends. Ginny's was the only positive one, and Ron was absolutely heartbroken. She'd kept this secret from them, her best friends. And now that it was out... she didn't feel any better. Not one bit. It was well past ten in the morning when she rose from bed. There were still preparations left for the party, even though she'd thought she'd gotten everything last night. She made a mental checklist of everything she had to do before tonight, and as the list grew, so did her headache. She wrote back to her friends, a task she'd been attempting to put off but could no longer see how.

Ginny,

Your enthusiasm on the topic is greatly appreciated. Harry's shocked speechless and Ron seems about to off himself, do watch out for me, will you? It seems terrible of me to say such a thing, especially when it's because of me and Draco that he's like this, but it really was his own fault. He should have made his move. I'd always had feelings for him. His loss, I guess? I can't wait to see you in just over a day. At least you, of all people, will be supportive and eager to listen.

Yours,
Hermione.

Harry,

I'm terribly sorry. This much come as a huge shock to you, but I had to warn you before you came back. I assure you, I'm completely honest in all of this and I really hope you honestly can be happy for me. I miss you all, and I'm looking forward to seeing you and proving to you how much he has changed and how happy we are. Trust me, I've thought this through, and I know that this is what is right, and this is what feels right and makes me happy. I'll see you soon.

Always,
Hermione

Ron,

I can't imagine how you must be feeling. And I'd like to not have to say this at all, but it really is your own fault. You had years to make a move, to actually tell me how you felt, and you didn't do anything. I'm happy now, and I hope that can eventually make you happy too, even if it makes you highly upset at the moment. If it helps, I'll try to keep the mention of him down when I'm with you, and I'll try to ease you both into it. You know I'll always love you, even if it's not in the way you might still hope.

Yours, and I mean it,
Hermione

At lunch, she was quiet and so was he. Her irrational fears were quieted though, by the fact that it wasn't the awkward brush off last night that was keeping him quiet - it was just comfort. His arm still clung around her waist, even while they ate, and he still glanced in her direction, smiling, every once in a while. She liked that they could simply sit in each others presence, enjoying that they were simply near each other. It was almost enough to make her forget everything else in the world.

"Decorations?"

"All Check."

"Things for the Countdown?"

"Also check. I put them up myself. Honestly, Hermione, we've been through this three times."

"So you charmed up the confetti, streamers, balloons...?"

"Confetti, streamers, balloons, bells, everything."

"What do you mean by everything?"

"I mean, check."

She glared at him. "Refreshments?"

He sighed and turned his head, checking the table - now full of food. "Check. I had them bring up all four things in case you changed your mind."

She blushed. He already knew her too well. "And everything is ready. Alright. What's the time?"

"Dinner is in ten minutes. Come on."

The pair went down to dinner, stopping many time to answer questions about that nights extravaganza. Questions about what they should wear (semi-formal), should they bring anything (no), do anything (just show up), when (starting 45 minutes after dinner), where (room of requirement), and so many other questions that, surprisingly, Draco handled for her. After a quick meal, everyone rushed to their dormitories to prepare. Draco kissed Hermione goodbye and headed back down to the dungeons, and Hermione quickly realized that she didn't have a single thing to wear. On walking up the stairs, she closed her eyes, going through every piece of clothing in her trunk. There was a green sweater, but it wasn't nice enough... a nice set of robes that was just a tad too small, but that didn't seem appropriate either. She finally decided that, if there was one thing she was good at, it was magic. And that's how she'd figure it out. She got to work as soon as she walked in, shortening the robes and closing them in the front to create a slight v-neck, knee length dress. Pleased with the results, she quickly showered, charmed her hair into a neat french twist, and put on a little makeup before heading to the room of requirement. With a spritz of perfume she'd gotten for her birthday - for very special occasions - she stepped out of the Gryffindor common room, only to run smack into Draco. He smiled and caught her around the waist, steadying her. "In a rush? You smell nice." She blushed, and he took a step back. He shook his head, and she frowned. What was wrong with what she was wearing? As if he could read her mind, he said "You look like a nun, Hermione."

"I beg your pardon! I look perfectly presentable."

"McGonagall probably owns a better fitting dress. Here, let me..." with a flick of his wand, the bottom 8 inches of the dress fell off, so that it was just above mid-thigh. Another flick, and the slight v-neck went even lower, revealing some not unremarkable cleavage. With one last flick, the dress changed shape, forming to her thin body around every curve, while it fell away from her just slightly at the legs. She was shocked, but not unhappy with the result. She looked better than she had in years. Looking at her plain black flats, he made one more adjustment, and suddenly Hermione felt her heels rise at least three inches into the air. He'd turned them into a cute pair of peep-toe stilettos. She didn't mind that at all. He took her arm and bent to whisper something in her ear, but stopped suddenly.

"While I do enjoy a nice open area of your neck, you can loosen up a bit, Granger."

She sighed and pulled the pins out of her hair, making it cascade down around her shoulders in soft waves. "Happy?"

"Deliriously. Come on."

It was only ten and the party was already in full swing. Everyone in the castle had turned up looking nice and cheerful, except Filch, who stood messy and angry in the corner. The partygoers paid him no attention, however, because the air of the room was magnificent. The glimmering fabric, the clink of glasses, and the sounds of laughter and merriment were all around. Hermione was finally able to let out a breath and relax. Everyone was having a great time. She sat in a chair on the side of the room, and very quickly felt a hand on her shoulder.

"You've done a fantastic job." Draco kissed the top of her head, and then her hand. "I wish everyone could have been back to see this, and see how fantastic you are."

"Thank you, Draco. I do think I've done alright."

At that moment, a very frazzled looking Pansy Parkinson appeared, some sort of drink having apparently been spilled on her leg. "Draco. I need to talk to you. Alone. Now."

"We have nothing to discuss."

"Draco. Come talk to me. I am your friend, right? And I have to say something."

"Parkinson, as I'm sure I know the nature of your request, I'm afraid I'll have to decline on both counts. I will not go anywhere with you, and you are not my friend if what I hear you've been saying is true."

She gaped at him for a moment before glaring at Hermione and storming off, spilling more punch everywhere. Hermione could not help but laugh, the whole sight was slightly ridiculous.

"Since when has he called me 'PARKINSON?'" At this, they both laughed. The crowd parted to let her through, screaming and groaning the whole way out the door.

At half past eleven, the guests were starting to get antsy. The countdown was in less than half an hour, and everyone was wondering what our two party planners had in store. As the minutes passed, the clock on the wall seemed to become more and more of a topic in conversation. In the last five minutes, the suits of armor set down their trays and stood still against the walls. The fabric rippled from the movement around the room. The hum of conversation turned to a roar as people looked for a special someone for the countdown, or friends to cheer with, or champagne to toast with. Hermione, of course, was perfectly content on the sidelines. And yet, Draco, of course, was not. When the first click came from the clock signaling fifteen seconds, he picked her up in one swift movement and moved her to the center of the floor. People cheered and yelled greetings at the unexpected couple until he set her down.

SEVEN! SIX! FIVE!

Draco took her face in his hands. "You are... amazing."

FOUR! THREE!

"I try." She smirked up at him.

TWO! ONE!

She pushed even farther up on her toes, and he bent down slightly so that they were just an inch apart.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Cheers erupted from everyone in the room as Draco closed the distance between them and kissed her. Confetti, streamers, and balloons fell from the ceiling. The resounding laughter and shouting continued. Moments later, fireworks went off above all of their heads, Draco's own addition. As Hermione and Draco kissed, wrapped tightly around each other, and cameras flashed, and friends and fellow students joined together, the new year began. When they finally pulled apart, the cheers were still going on.

"Happy New Year, Draco." Hermione's eyes absolutely sparkled.

"Only if it's with you."

As she reached back up on her tip toes to kiss him again, a particularly bright flash went off. When they pulled apart, Hermione could swear she saw the blonde hair of Olivia running away. She rolled her eyes, laughing. Draco wrapped her into a tight hug and Hermione took a moment to think.

Yes, this is the ending of one particularly interesting year... it's also the ending of what was before, and so many other things, but... it's also a beginning. A new year. New friends. And Draco...

She turned back up to smile at him, and when he smiled back, she knew everything was going to be alright.

A Very Merry Christmas- Chapter Sixteen

Hermione replied to Ron and Harry after Dinner the previous night, and once she'd gotten to the owlery after breakfast, she was not surprised to see that they had not replied yet - they would be sleeping in, of course. She pulled out her own copy of her reply and sat on the steps outside, re-reading it once more.

Ron, Harry, and Ginny:

I know. I'm sorry. That must have been a bit of a shock. But I still suppose you should hear the whole story. As soon as I put up lists for people to sign up to participate, Draco's name was on the lists. I thought he was just trying to ruin everything, but he assured me that those were not his intentions. Still wary, I recruited him to help get everyone together to start getting ideas together. He did exactly as asked, and more. In fact, he funded the entire thing! He paid for all of the food and other costs, and he also bought a present for every single person left at Hogwarts, staff included. (To be honest, he actually bought me every present I asked for, and then some.) He's... well, he's changed. I don't know how else to explain it to you. He's been really sweet and helpful. And, well, we're sort of... together. Very much so. He makes me ridiculously happy, it's brilliant. And I really hope that you all might grow to like him, or at least tolerate him, because we're going to be spending a lot of time together. It's sort of a crazy story, and I won't make you listen to it unless you're honestly interested, but I just hope that you can be happy for me and what makes me happy, even if that thing is Draco. I've enclosed two other pictures from the same day. I hope it shows you just how serious I am about him.

All my Love,
Hermione

She was still nervous. She'd explained it in the best way possible, but Ron of course was always known to over-react, and Harry had his own ways of dealing with everything. Hermione retreated back down the stairs to her dormitory, eager to take a nice nap before lunch and then setting up for the party tomorrow. There was still so much to do, and waking up the past few mornings to see Draco was making her very tired...

Startled, she awoke from her nap to find an owl tapping on her window. Lunch must have already passed, it must have found a way to get straight to her. She opened the window slightly to a cool wind and an outstretched leg, taking the letter quickly so the owl could fly up and find some place warm in the owlery. A real storm had just started, and the chill hit Hermione as soon as her feet registered the freezing stone floor beneath her feet. The scratchy writing on the outside of the letter indicated that it was from Harry. She checked her watch - 2:00. She'd well missed lunch, the rest of the students were already setting up probably and - take a breath, Hermione. They can handle it... She sat back down on the bed with a promise to herself that she'd go find them as soon as she was done reading this letter. It was actually three letters, she soon realized, all packed up in the same envelope. The first one she read was Ginny's.

'Mione

A shock is an understatement. DRACO MALFOY? Sorry I couldn't exactly be totally honest in the last letter. But Ron insister on writing his own letter this time, and so I snuck my own in here as well. But really, Hermione, Draco? There are two highly opposite sides to this. One: He is evil. Pure and utter evil. If he has changed, as you have said, then so be it, but you have to know how we usually think of Draco. You said it yourself, your first instinct was that he was going to ruin everything! From what you've said though, he's sweet and helpful and obviously generous. It's just definitely a shock to the average person's system. However, there is also point number Two: He IS ridiculously good looking. I've never admitted it to anyone else on this planet, but time and time again every girl in Hogwarts has to have asked herself, how can evil have such gorgeous eyes? Such a dashing smile and chisled chin and he's bloody tall, but... well you know where I'm going with that. It's just a little hard to believe. Not that you aren't gorgeous yourself, but you've never really believed in your looks. He, apparently though, sees them too, so you MUST now not tell me I'm being irrational when I tell you that you look good. Wow. Draco Malfoy. I noticed you used his first name. I assume that was the first step, going from Granger/Malfoy to Hermione/Draco. Sounds cute, I will admit... alright. The boys are bugging me to stop writing. I keep getting distracted and this could have been twice as long as it is. All my love. Good luck. I truly am happy for you.

Love, Always
Ginerva

The next letter was Harry's.

Hermione,

Alright, I'm not sure what to say to that. It's obviously a shock. But, I guess whatever makes you happy. Not that it pleases me one bit, but if you need me to keep my mouth shut, I will.... well, I can't promise anything. But I'll try. Ginny's writing up a storm over there, I'm not sure what all that's about. Ron is too. I seem to be writing the least. I guess I'm speechless. I never would have thought one of my best friends would end up with one of my worst enemies. I am never letting you stay back at Hogwarts, ever again. I'll try to keep Ron from offing himself. He's quite grouchy. Can't wait to see you in just three and a half days. We've missed you.

Always,
Harry

And then the one she feared most. Ron's.

Hermione,

Imagine my surprise, when the girl I might have hoped to be mine, sends us a letter saying she's now with, in my professional opinion, the worst person in the world besides You-Know-Who himself. I don't mean to be harsh. Actually, yes I do. What are you thinking? It's MALFOY. DUH. You're supposed to be the smart one, but now you're running off with him! I thought we had something. Now I don't even know what to think. Cheers I guess.

Ron

His had hit the hardest, she knew it would. She had, of course, felt something for Ron in the past, but... he never made his move. He never actually said anything, or even acted like it sometimes. It was barely common knowledge in the group, and she was trying not to let it upset her. She just had to keep reminding herself that she was happy here. With Draco. No matter how hard she tried, however, Ron's letter was a stabbing little reminder, each time she re-read it, that the freckle faced boy she'd loved all these years, had loved her too. And that she'd absolutely broken his heart.

"Is that everything, then?" They'd missed dinner. It was almost nine o'clock. She was absolutely exhausted. However, the room of requirement once again looked absolutely magical. Besides the fact that, of course, it was magical. She laughed slightly at her own joke. The room was larger than it had been for Christmas, just right for throwing a new years party for what she had heard to be one hundred and twenty students and staff. The walls was draped with gold and silver fabric, as well as it was draped overhead to create a high, shimmery appearance for the whole room. Everything had been charmed to fall from the drapery at midnight, and the large clock was already hanging on the wall, waiting to bring in the new year. Hermione let out a sigh. Turning to the fireplace, the Christmas tree remained, now with pictures from the festivities hanging from its branches. The kitchen was gone, replaced by a very long, draped table. Set on it were serving plates, some with samples still on them from when they had tried foods out for the party. The large punch fountain stood in the center, punch flowing from the topmost point of a very close replica of Hogwarts itself. There were lights set above the ceiling drapes as well, casting a rosy-gold glow over the space. In short, it was wonderful, and warm, and perfect for new years. The last of the staff and helpers filed out, while Hermione and Draco put the finishing touches on the place. They passed on the invitation to head down to the kitchens for a late dinner, and instead opted for the leftover samples and a serious chat.

"I've gotten letters from my friends," Hermione finally blurted out. "And only Ginny is really happy for me. Harry says he is, but he's just being supportive, I know him. And Ron..."

"Ron's destroyed, isn't he?" Draco stopped putting enchantments around the place. "It's not like it's news."

"Well... yes. He is. But I think... he'll come to. Eventually. He's just... he feels like he lost some competition. Like he lost me. But... he's the one who never made a move."

"Yeah, well, his loss I guess. Does it bother you?"

"Yes. To be honest, it really does. They're my best friends. At least I know Ginny is alright with it..."

"That's one down, two to go. Sorry. Not helpful."

"Don't worry. I'm just nervous about them returning." She felt a pair of strong arms slip around her waist.

"And you have every reason to be. I'm a bit scared myself. Potter's got a knack for dueling."

She rolled her eyes and leaned into him, finally lowering her wand. "That he does. Ron does too, you'd actually be surprised..."

"The last time Ron Weasley tried to hex me, he vomitted slugs all day. Surprised is the least you could say."

Again, she rolled her eyes and laughed. "This is true." He turned her around and smiled at her. She loved seeing his smile... it was something she'd never gotten to appreciate before this break, only seeing it when it meant he'd done something negative. He picked her up - she squealed - and set her down on the couch, kissing her fiercely. She thought of how happy he made her, and then it faded into Ginny being happy, which unfortunately then moved to Ron... she pulled away from Draco. "I... not tonight. I can't. It's... too hard. Right now."

He frowned, but pulled himself off her. "I see. Well. I'll try not to let that get to me. I suppose... it's difficult for you. After telling them. I'll just head to bed then." He gave her a peck on the lips and left. Suddenly, Hermione felt worse than she would have if all three of her good friends had hated her - because she sort of couldn't believe herself.

A Very Merry Christmas- Chapter Fifteen

She was already nervous less than five minutes after she'd woken up. After she'd written the letter and enclosed the photograph, she snuck up to the owlery to send it off to Harry and Ron. They could already have it by now, if they were up... it was only 7:30 but there was a chance, she supposed. She only hoped that when they figured it out, they wouldn't completely hate her...

Ginny Weasley woke up early. She liked to do this some mornings, waking before the rest of the family to fix herself a cup of tea or coffee and read the paper at the kitchen table or on the roof. It was her own little way of escaping from the madness that was her family (and it's not unwelcome guest) for just a short while before another hectic day. She was interrupted, however, by a tapping at the window. Midway through an article on more mysterious disappearances, she glanced up at the window to see a large tawny owl that she recognized from Hogwarts, gripping an envelope in its beak. She opened the window and retrieved the letter, petting the owl on its head before it flew back to the castle. She looked at the outside of the envelope to see no To, but instead a From: Hermione. Delighted to hear about how things were going back at school, she opened the envelope thinking she might find the detailed report one might expect from Hermione Granger. She found instead something curious : A very short piece of parchment, sitting in front of a photograph. She read the curious little note first.

Harry and Ron,

Sorry I don't have much time to reply to each of you separately. You've been staying out of trouble, I hope? Christmas around the Burrow sounds fantastic, and I do wish I could have been there. Everything around here went particularly well, everyone had fun and it was most pleasant. I really do want a copy of that picture of you all in the sweaters, I wore mine all day on Christmas and I've been wearing it whenever I go out as well, I really don't see why you both complain so much about them sometimes as they really are quite warm and comfortable. Ron, tell Molly thank you for me again, I love mine. I've enclosed a photograph taken from a few days before Christmas, while we were all decorating. I feel that it will explain things much better than I could ever do with words. I look forward to seeing both of you in just four or five days, I'll explain more later. Send my love to the family.

Yours, Forever
Hermione

She set the letter back in the envelope and looked at the photograph. At first glance, it was just a picture of a group of 20 or so students in front of a large, lit fireplace. Everyone looked happy, arms around each other and laughing or smiling at something that Ginny could not see. The students waved at the camera, then said something to a neighbor. Upon searching for Hermione, however, Ginny was most surprised to see who was standing next to her. Tall, chisled looks, and pale, Draco Malfoy was unmistakable among the others. The strangest part, however, was not that Hermione and Draco were quite close to each other, or that they appeared to be holding onto each other very comfortably. No, the most surprising element in the photograph was that Draco Malfoy was smiling and laughing, eyes glinting with some kind of cheer and happiness, all the while focused completely on Hermione.

She put the photograph back in the envelope, marched upstairs, and knocked on Ron and Harry's door continuously until a very sleepy green eyed guest opened the door.

"Whasgoinon?"

"It's Hermione. You should take a look at this."

Ginny's comment confused Harry and scared Ron straight out of bed. The pair followed Ginny into better light downstairs, and read the letter then looked at the picture.

Harry finished first. "Honestly, I don't see what the problem is, or what she means... it's just a bunch of students by a fire."

Ron was just finishing reading and picked up the photograph when Ginny said "Yeah, but look who Hermione is next to. Etcetera."

Harry stepped over to look over Ron's shoulder at the photograph one more time. They both spotted her at the same time, and their looks of confusion quickly fell to shock, and then back to confusion.

"I don't understand..." Ron scratched his head.

"Why... Hermione... Malfoy?" Harry couldn't even form complete sentences.

"I don't know either, but you should really find out. Just don't be so thick and get angry at her. Don't be boys. Just ask. Be curious."

"How are we not s'posed to be angry? That's Draco, eyeing Hermione!" Ron stood, pacing.

Harry stood straight again and walked back over to Ginny. "I don't know... how to... can you help?"

"I suppose so. Get me some parchment and a quill."

When Ron returned with the required objects, jaw practically dragging on the floor, Ginny set them in front of Harry. "Write. She'll recognize the handwriting if I do it myself."

Harry took the quill limply in his hand. He was not sure how to begin a letter asking one of his best friends how she was in such a situation with the enemy. Ginny rolled her eyes. "Repeat after me. Hermione, ..."

When the letter was finished, and signed by the both of them, they attached it to Pigwidgeon and sent it back to Hogwarts. All they could do now, was wait for a reply...

Hermione,

Imagine our surprise upon opening your letter. We were expecting the usual update, and instead found this rather unusual bit of information. We feel that a bit of an explanation is required, as we don't really know what the specifics are. Ginny says I'm supposed to say we're 'curious', thought I can't say that that's even close to how Ron actually feels, he looks as if he might blow up at any second. At first I didn't even notice that Draco was staring at you like that. Ginny thinks I'm writing something about how we just want to know what happened. I guess that's true, we really do want to know what happened. I guess it's really just a shock, and to be honest it feels like a little bit of a betrayal. You remember that he's Draco, right? You remember all of the things he's done to us, and all of the things he's called you and said to you over the years? I guess I just don't understand how it happened. Please explain. We're going mad over here. Ron might jump out a window and I might pull out all my hair and the only sane one left will be Ginny, and that just wouldn't do. Help.

Yours,

Harry and Ron

At lunch, Hermione took her usual place next to Draco.

"You know, love, we really do need to get started on New Years planning... the activities aren't over yet. I've already been getting together a few things, and I bet nobody has any idea what we've been up to."

Hermione nearly choked on her sandwich. "Right, right. We do." He is referring to the earliest plans for New Years, not the fact that you are lovers. "Lots of planning. I'll meet you in the room of requirement with a few students this afternoon. About four? I have some reading to catch up on until then..." She kissed him farewell and then stepped out towards the dormitories. On second thought... maybe I'll check the owlery first.

There was already a letter from Harry and Ron that had gotten there apparently hours ago, probably just missing the breakfast post. The owl in question was curled up under itself, scroll tied to its leg. Hermione untied it carefully and stole away to her dormitory, falling back on the bed and holding the still wrapped scroll in her hand. She dared not open it yet, her heart was near ready to burst out of her chest and onto the floor. She took the photographs out of her trunk and laid them out next to each other. Hermione sitting, wobbling slightly on Draco's shoulders and placing the star on the tree, looking at the camera and back a few times. Hermione throwing her arms around Draco, hugging him for the first time ever, huge smiles on their faces. The group shot where - she'd just fully realized that his attention was focused completely on her, everyone laughing in the moving photographs. They'd had amazing days and - Hermione realized with a blush and a grin - amazing nights, and sooner or later it was going to go down one road or another. She just had to wait and see which one. Just before she was to meet the others down at the room of requirement, she pushed herself to open the letter. After she'd finished reading, she wasn't sure if she was relieved or not. Ginny apparently was level-headed and curious. Ron was shocked, maybe angry or upset, but that was his own bloody fault after all. Harry was just confused, and a little perturbed. It wasn't good, but it wasn't bad either. She'd been expecting a hailstorm, and all she got was a few rain showers. That would have to do for now.

"Alright. Is that it then?" By dinnertime, Hermione and a select small group had planned a new years surprise for those left at Hogwarts. They would be throwing a lavish party, though small, for the now hundred or so students that were at school. They would use the same room as before, minus the kitchen but adding a large refreshment table. The suits of armor would be waiters, bringing around hors d'oeurves and champagne, and there would be gold and silver streamers around the whole place. For the countdown, there would be a large clock on the wall, making a very loud ticking sound every second for the last fifteen seconds before midnight. And at the last second, confetti, streamers, and balloons in wild colors would shower down over the guests, plus whistles and bells floating around and ringing in the new year. It was easy, really, just a few charms on some old newspapers to color them and make them shiny, some balloons bought from in town, and the other things were all easily found at Hogwarts or charmed out with a wand. They'd enlarge the room a little more the day before, and decorate, then have someone guard the outside until it was time for the party the next night. Hermione, though excited, wished that Ron and Harry would be there for New Years, to see that her and Draco really were happy.

The meeting ended, and everyone headed back downstairs for Dinner. Hermione, on the arm of Draco, asked a question.

"Draco... has anyone, well, said anything to you? About us?"

He smirked slightly. "Yes, though I assume you know the biggest loudmouth would have to be Pansy."

"Oh. Alright. It's just... I just told Ron and Harry."

"And?"

"Well, Ginny seemed not too bothered. Harry just seemed confused. And Ron sounded like he might jump out a window."

"Brilliant. I won't have to worry about the Weasel hexing me when they return then?"

"Oh, honestly. I'd really hope you can stop this nonsense about my friends. Because they are my friends, and if this is going to happen, you're going to have to put up with a lot of time with them."

"Oh, how am I going to live?" He nudged her. "I think I can handle them. We'll just have to see if they don't kill me first."

"I sure hope not. That would be dreadful."

They laughed and continued down the corridors to the Great Hall, optimistic as ever.

A Very Merry Christmas- Chapter Fourteen

She was sore, yes, and she was bruised. But that did not at all mean that Hermione felt anything short of fantastic. The smile never faded from her face. Not when the water scalded her skin in the shower, not when she almost tripped down the staircase while distracted with thoughts of the previous night, and not even when Pansy almost choked on her toast after seeing Draco kiss Hermione good morning. It wasn't like floating on a cloud, like she'd read so many times before in her novels. It was more like a complete feeling of contentness, like nothing could go wrong. Quickly, Hermione made her diagnosis - she was in love. And she quite liked it. The post came in, she had letters from Ron and Harry. She'd have to check those soon. Also, though, there was a letter from Dumbledore.

Hermione and Draco - There is never a bad morning for owl post! I require your assistance today, for a matter of a few hours. I'll just need some help checking random things around the castle that our dear caretaker might overlook. I request your presence in my office after lunch. -Prof. Dumbledore

Not sure how to react, Hermione handed to letter to Draco.

"Damn. Looks like we won't be able to have much alone time today..."

"Oh I just realized that too. I wonder why he's asked us."

"It's Dumbledore, is there really any other reason?" He poked her ribs and she laughed, thinking that she was happier than she'd been in years.

At one, they climbed the stairs to Dumbledore's office hand in hand. Once inside, Dumbledore walked out from around a corner. "Ah, I've been expecting you both. I see my assumptions were correct..." they dropped hands and blushed, he laughed. "Ah, no need. However, it seems that our caretaker Mr. Filch has missed a few decorations from around the castle, and it would be wonderful if the two of you could roam the halls and attempt to round them up for me... that's all I needed. It should only take a few hours..." The pair split up and set off around the castle, but they soon learned that Filch had missed way more than just a few things. By dinnertime, they were just finishing the last of the forgotten items. They met up in the Great Hall for dinner, and afterwards he left for his dormitory, too tired to do anything else. He kissed her goodnight and she walked up to the room of requirement, settling into a large chair by the fire again.

In a strange turn of events, she had gone from loathing Draco Malfoy to... well, maybe not quite LOVING him. She told herself that it honestly could not be that fast. She'd obviously had something with Viktor two years ago, but besides that she'd never really had a real relationship... this seems pretty close to it, if not the real deal. She ran through the break in her head. Getting mad when she thought he was just trying to play a trick on her by signing up... him actually helping, "You can call me Draco, you know."

Then on to the plans. The pictures of them setting up the tree, which were now tucked safely away in her trunk. The first sledding test runs, and that crash. Sitting down and writing all of those plans. And then the challenge... the first kiss. The conversation with Dumbledore about Draco having more to him than meets the eye. The night on the couch. The baking, and present wrapping, and more sledding. Every moment, every smile, had been with or because of Draco. Yes, there had been that slight awkward misunderstanding, but it had been more than smoothed over, and now things were better than ever. It was comfortable, and she liked it. Before bed, Hermione decided to finally reply to the letters from the boys, and to give them a little surprise of her own.

Harry and Ron,

Sorry I don't have much time to reply to each of you separately. You've been staying out of trouble, I hope? Christmas around the Burrow sounds fantastic, and I do wish I could have been there. Everything around here went particularly well, everyone had fun and it was most pleasant. I really do want a copy of that picture of you all in the sweaters, I wore mine all day on Christmas and I've been wearing it whenever I go out as well, I really don't see why you both complain so much about them sometimes as they really are quite warm and comfortable. Ron, tell Molly thank you for me again, I love mine. I do think that I have a little explaining to do, I should probably let the both of you know something before you come back -

Hermione stopped. She couldn't write it. Not to Ron and Harry, not to her best friends. She settled for enclosing just a copy of third picture she had taken that night not so long ago, of all of the students gathered in front of the roaring fire, arms around each other and smiling. Not surprisingly, Draco was standing just next to her, his arm tight around her waist. The best part of this picture, however, was the fact that while everyone else was looking directly into the camera lens, Draco's eyes were fixed on her. She re-wrote her letter.

Harry and Ron,

Yours, Forever
Hermione

She figured that was as good as she could get without telling her two best friends that she was fraternizing with the enemy. Hermione was going to have a very interesting time when term began again...

A Very Merry Christmas- Chapter Thirteen

Hermione Granger was not going to let this get to her. It was only Draco, it had only been a week, and how stupid did he think she was, anyway? She couldn't have honestly believed that he would change her ways for her. Mousy hair, pale skin, the mud-blood, the enemy, Hermione. There was still plenty to enjoy of break, and Hermione was determined to make every minute count. After getting ready and once again skipping breakfast, she made her way down to the Entrance Hall, clad in her new coat and her old boots. In the Entrance Hall was a gaggle of random students that had come back on an earlier train or been dropped off by their parents after Christmas. She walked on past them out into the sun, snow crunching under her feet. An owl swooped low over the grounds, and rose gracefully back into the sky, undoubtedly delivering more post to the castle. She continued on around the grounds, by the hill, by the lake, and on the skirts of the Forbidden Forest. She thought a lot about the previous days, and how she'd earned something from all that planning and action - even if she was a little perturbed about Draco, she had made a Happy Christmas for students who wouldn't have done anything without her plans. She had brought together members of all four houses - even Slytherin! - to have a good time and help each other out. And that was more than enough for her.

She made her way back to the castle humming Christmas songs. She hadn't seen Draco since Dinner the night before, where she gladly accepted Olivia and Avery's request for her to sit with them, and avoided Draco entirely. He'd looked in her direction a few times, but she only ever caught it out of her peripheral vision. She'd hoped to find one of the two early again today, but she was distracted from this thought when she heard whispers from through a doorway.

"Well, I know, but have you ever heard him be this quiet? He hasn't said a word to me all day. Or anyone else, for that matter. I hope he wakes up before everyone else comes back, I don't even know what's happened but he's not answering anything and rarely comes out of his dormitory."

"That is strange, it's unlike him to be silent at all, he's usually leading conversations..."

"Exactly, and when I did see him earlier I went to hug him, and I said 'Hello Draco, have a nice time at the castle?' and he didn't even look at me! Just brushed me off and slammed the door."

Hermione recognized the first person to be Pansy, though she couldn't quite place the other person.

"Yeah, I don't know really. Some things happened over break while you were all gone, it was more than strange, to say the least... but I suppose we just have to wait it out. I do hope that he's back to normal by the time everyone else returns..."

"What do you mean, some things?"

Hermione finally placed a face to the second voice. It was one of the Slytherin girls that had stayed behind, who had seen Draco and Hermione together, who would hopefully know not to say anything...

"Well, he was with... a girl this break. He's been spending quite a bit of time with her since it started. They planned most of the Christmas activities we've had going on, it was wonderful! Sledding and baking and... oh shut up. We had a really nice Holiday here."

"Well, who was he planning it with? Who is this person that he's been spending time with?"

"I shouldn't say. You're not going to like it, and you know you would go after him right now if I told you. Well, I know you would."

"Fine. Keep it to yourself. All I know is, if he doesn't stop all this nonsense I'll pull him out of there myself. Come on, let's head to lunch."

Hermione slipped a few feet away to make it seem as if she'd just been heading to the Great Hall. When the girls walked out of the doorway, the younger girl waved at Hermione and smiled. Pansy looked disgusted. "What are you waving to her for?" She grimaced as if Hermione personally offended her, and stalked away. Hermione had to cover her mouth to keep herself from laughing - Oh, if only Pansy knew...

He just didn't get it. She'd just run off that day at lunch while they were talking, and she'd been avoiding him ever since. What had he done? What had he said? Hadn't she just given him the best Christmas present ever? Hadn't they just said that they'd like to keep it going throughout the term? He sat on his bed and punched his pillow into submission. What was happening? He'd been happy, so happy, and now she was just... running away. He could not let this happen. He couldn't.

She avoided him at Lunch too, and in all the time before Dinner. She sat at the opposite end of what was now two large tables, he couldn't save a seat for her after Pansy set her stupid self down next to him. Hermione glanced over only once, but didn't give him the time to signal that he'd like to talk before she was back jumping into another conversation about the festivities. He'd just have to find her before she left. He looked up once more to see her laughing and joking about someone almost throwing away a Honeydukes certificate, and then stared back down at his plate. His food was getting cold, but suddenly he wasn't very hungry anyway.

She felt a hand on her shoulder before she even got to the staircase. A firm grasp and such a large hand could only mean one certain Slytherin boy was standing just behind her. She felt his warm breath on her neck, and it made her shudder slightly. Something like that, just two days before, would have made her weak at the knees and perfectly willing to do whatever he asked. Today was different though. She reeled around to face him.

"Draco, I-"

"Shh. I don't want any bullshit. I've been hiding away in my dorm all day today and all night last night trying to think of what I said or did to make you avoid me. Was it Christmas? Do you regret that? Was it the conversation after? Did I offend you? I've been through a million options in my head and I can't figure out what went wrong, so please, please..." he grabbed both of her hands in his and gently held them. "Please tell me. Because I've been going absolutely mad in there."

She was stunned. She could not speak or breathe or even form a coherent sentence. "I, well... you. And... it's just..."

"I think you're missing a few words in there. Come on. Please talk to me."

She looked up into this eyes and felt something spark inside her. She was mad at him still, not for what he said but for how he was, and she knew that, even if his stare made her blush and stammer.

"W-well... if you really want to know, it's not anything you did or said... it's just... how you are. Who you are."

He looked puzzled. "Care to elaborate?"

"You're a playboy, Draco, girls love you, and I'm just... me. And when you said it the day after Christmas, or mentioned it, rather..."

"What in the bloody hell are you talking about? I said nothing of the sort, Hermione."

"Yes, you did! You said 'Oh it's a natural thing, I guess.' and I said 'And I guess you'd know all about that, then?' and then you said 'You'd be surprised...' with this smug look on your face and it was like you were gloating, right in front of me, about all those other girls and -"

"I was a virgin, Hermione."

"-it's just not right and... WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!"

"I said, I was a virgin. You may have heard quite a few things about me Hermione, but I can assure you that none of them are true. Yes, girls like me, but no, I do not like almost any of them back."

"But you do like at least one of them back, then?"

"Only you."

She blushed. She'd had it all wrong... he was saying he knew it was natural because he hadn't known either. He'd been just as new at it as she had. And now he was telling her that there had never been another girl. She had been his first. His only. He'd given it to her. And she was shocked to tears.

"Draco, I... don't know what to say."

"Don't cry." He wiped her tears away with his thumb. "At least don't do that. Come here." He slipped his arms around her waist and her own arms automatically snaked around his neck. It was different then, wasn't it? Everything could go back to being happy now.

"I should tell you though, Draco, Pansy was awfully worried about you being all shut up, and then she wasn't very happy when one of the Slytherins that stayed waved to me..."

"Hermione."

"What? Yes?"

"I don't care about Pansy."

"Oh."

"Will you come with me?"

"Where to?" She was almost suspicious now.

"The room of requirement. We have a bit of making up to do."

She nodded and allowed him to lead her by the hand quickly up to the room. It took him a moment to get it to open to the right room for him, but as usual, he had planned it perfectly.

This room was much smaller than the room they'd used for the holidays. It was stone walls, stone floors, and huge stone fireplace on one wall. Just in front of the fire was a large, plush white bed with an ornate metal frame. The room held only those things, and didn't have room for much else. It was all they needed.

When he turned her towards him, something sparked between them again, and Hermione remembered that first kiss, as a challenge, and then the nights in the room of requirement, enjoying each other entirely too much...

He slipped his arms around her waist again, pulling her even closer yet to him. She didn't get a chance to look at him properly before his lips crashed down onto hers. He lifted her by her bum and brought her over to the bed, tossing her gently on her back. She scooted back against the headboard, and he charmed the bed to hold her by her wrists. She blushed, and blushed even more deeply when he charmed both of their shirts and her bra off and sent them flying to one corner of the room. He dropped his jeans and then went for hers, yanking them and her panties off in one movement. His face met hers again, and he trailed a line of kisses from her lips, to her neck, over her collarbone and down her chest. He left one kiss on each hard nipple, flicking each quickly with his tongue, and then down her stomach. She knew what was coming, but she could not pull his head away.

He flicked his tongue over her swollen nub, spreading her lips with his thumbs and gripping her ass. She was writhing in pleasure, but he was holding her hips steady with his hands. He waited just a minute before lowering and slipping his tongue deftly inside her. She cried out to him, shaking still. "Draco! Stop this!" He grinned up at her and obliged, trailing back up her body to meet her lips again. Their tongues swirled around for a few moments before he could feel himself harden against her. Her sharp intake of breath let him know that she felt it too. She turned her head, moaning against his neck. "Draco... don't make me wait much longer..." He grabbed his wand once more, only to cast a contraceptive charm on himself. Once it was safely back on the table, he turned back to her, taking in her beauty. Her eyes were open, pleading with him, and her legs were slightly bent up and closed, moving slightly against each other. She was thin, and yet curvy, and he never could have expected such a wonderful sight from her.

He crawled back to her, slowly pulling her legs apart and up, allowing him space to settle. He rubbed up against her core for a moment, making sure he was as hard as he could be, and before he entered her, he turned her face and looked her directly in the eyes. "Hermione..." and with that, he pushed himself inside of her. God, it wasn't so much that she was a natural at sex, there wasn't much to be a natural at he supposed, but she was so tight... he of course, wasn't exactly small himself, but the combination of the two made them both sharply take in air. It was a little painful now, but it would definitely be worth it. As soon as she didn't look like she was in pain, he slowly pulled himself back out of her, and then plunged in again. Suddenly, he could not take his time, but he could not move fast enough, thrusting relentlessly into her until finally, they both came to a climax at the same time. But something curious happened, instead of softening like he should have, he stayed hard. Hermione grinned and pushed her hips up against him again. He groaned, picking his wand up again to free her and then tossing it in the corner with their clothes. She took his lack of attention to her own advantage, coming up beside him and then being startled when he straightened up again. She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back down onto the bed on his back, and his wide grin told her that he liked where this was going.

She climbed on top, straddling him and rolling her hips. Her moist core ran the length of his cock, up and down from balls to tip, and his breathing came out in little wheezes, this was driving him crazy and that's exactly why she was doing it. She moved down his body, planting kisses as he had done, and his face lit up. He let his head fall back against the pillow and closed his eyes, shocked when she wasted no time and immediately took his whole length into her mouth. He watched her the whole time, her head bobbing up and down, tongue swirling around his shaft, and he could not contain himself, he moaned aloud. "'Mione... okay. Okay. Get back up here." She smiled and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. He backed himself up against the headboard and she straddled him once more. Once he entered her again, he gripped her hips and pulled her up and down, pulling out and then burying himself deep inside of her. Her arms went around his neck and her chest was in his face, he sucked on the delicate skin there, watching it turn reddish purple all while he pulled her body up and down over his own. When neither of them had climaxed after several more minutes, he had an idea.

"Hermione... could I...?"

"Could you what?"

He ran his hands over her ass.

"I want to take you... from behind."

"Oh. Well. If you'd like, of course... I have no problem with -" But she did not get to finish her sentence. He pulled her up and rolled the both of them over, then pulled them both off the bed. The stone floor was cold under their feet, she giggled. He kissed her deeply, and once they slowed, he turned her around, bending her over the bed. It was even tighter here, though not entirely as pleasant. He leaned over her slightly, gripping at her hip with his left hand and reaching around to finger her with his right. He pounded into her, sending the bed scooting several inches across the floor so that they had to shuffle along with it every minute or so. After a long while, she came again and he pulled out, put her back on the bed, and thrust into her pussy once more. She shouted out his name and arched her back, he latched his lips onto her throat and sucked along while he fucked her harder than before. She straightened up only slightly and ran her fingers through his hair, grabbing at it and tugging slightly. He liked that, he did. They both climaxed for a second and final time, falling against each other on the bed.

And just like before, he walked her to her dormitory and kissed her goodnight. All was well.

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