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Watch it, Granger	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11412 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“Watch it, Granger.”

Hermione smiled at the familiar phrase that changed her life and remembered the first time she’d heard it.

“Watch it, Granger,” Draco Malfoy sneered as he trampled over her in the hallway.

She resisted the urge to cry. Her first year at Hogwarts wasn’t going very well. She wanted desperately to prove herself since she was a muggleborn but everyone thought she was bossy know-it-all. She only wanted to do well and everyone hated her. She sniffled and bent down to pick up her books that had been scattered on the floor. Just as she looked up to grab her bag, she caught Malfoy’s gaze. It looked… apologetic.

It had carried on like that, him barreling over her and then looking back. It was always when they were alone, never when she walked with anyone. Needless to say, after Halloween she was hardly ever caught alone anymore.

The memories were bittersweet but she liked taking a trip down memory lane. Her reverie was startled as her grandson Toby came swooping down at her, almost close enough to smack her in the head with his broomstick. She ducked and laughed as he apologized and sped off again.

“I told you to watch it, Granger.”

Hermione chuckled and nodded, aware that she had indeed been warned. However, her mind wandered into the past again and she welcomed it.

“Watch it, Granger,” Draco growled as he stalked by her.

He didn’t knock her books out of her hand this time, which was odd. However, he did spin her around so hard her bag came unsnapped. Hermione took a deep breath and slid the satchel from her shoulder. Her second year had been nerve wracking, what with the Heir of Slytherin stalking about trying to kill muggleborns. She went to close the clasp but stopped when she noticed a slip of parchment caught in the notch. Curious, she opened it.

Watch it, Granger. Magical Creatures and Where to Find Them, pg. 256.

She knew it was from Malfoy. He was the only one who ever said that to her. She shrugged and put the note in her pocket. Perhaps she’d take a trip down to the library and check out the tome. She remembered to slip her compact in her pocket, just in case Madam Pince happened to come around the corner.

“Watch it, Granger.”

Hermione was brought back to the present by a wet feeling in her lap. She looked down to discover that her youngest granddaughter had spilled a cup of pumpkin juice all over her. Sighing, she siphoned it off and poured Ellie another glass. The little girl cooed a thank you and toddled off.

“Told you to watch it, Granger.”

Hermione smirked. The words once again transported her to the past and her third year at Hogwarts.

“Watch it, Granger,” Draco had all but yelled as he flew past her in front of Hagrid’s Hut.

Hermione had been trying all week to come up with a plan to defend Hagrid at his trial. Their new professor hadn’t meant any harm. Malfoy was just being an idiot and got himself hurt. She hadn’t had more than an hour’s worth of sleep a night, many times falling asleep over her books in the library only to use the time turner and study some more in an abandoned classroom.

She was trying to resist the urge to yell something very unladylike at him when she realized that the shoulder strap of her satchel had ripped. She slipped it off to fix it and noticed a small piece of parchment in the stitches. Malfoy’s last note had warned her about the basilisk. She’d never told anyone about it, not sure herself if it was to keep his confidence or because she knew that no one would believe her. This one was much the same. Did he know something?

Watch it, Granger.Obscure Creature Cases, pg. 1254. Advanced Transfiguration: Humans.

“Watch it, Granger!”

Hermione let out a squeak as a bludger came flying towards her. She just managed to dodge it before it crashed into her nose. She reprimanded the children and decided she’d had enough close calls for the afternoon. She left the picnic table and went to set under her favorite tree, a 100 year old Oak that had several low lying branches she could sit on. She took out Hogwarts: A History and set it in her lap but she didn’t see the words. She was too busy remembering her fourth year.

“Watch it, Granger,” Draco said gruffly as she left the girl’s loo.

She was trying to calm down after her spat with Ron. How dare he? He’d ruined her evening. It had taken her a while to wash her face and she was sure Viktor was waiting for her. However, instead of her hunky Bulgarian, she’d run smack into Malfoy. He looked tousled, like he’d just been in a fight or had the best snog of his life. That last thought made her blush and brought uncomfortable thoughts to the surface. Before she could stop herself, she blurted it out.

“Why?”

“Why what?” Draco snapped.

“Why did you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Those notes.”

Draco snorted a laugh. “You’ve finally gone barmy.”

“I have not!” Hermione huffed.

He gave her a slow smirk. “Says the girl who’s asking her nemesis ridiculous questions.”

“Oh, you know what? Sod off!”

She resisted the urge to stomp her feet before she turned to go down the hall.

“Watch it, Granger,” Draco said so softly that she could barely hear. “Moody’s got more screws loose than he should…and he wouldn’t hesitate to eat a pretty little mudblood like you for breakfast.”

She spun back around in shock but he was gone. What had he meant by that? What was wrong with Moody? Was she in danger? And a tiny little voice in the back of her head wondered if he really thought she was pretty.

“Watch it, Granger!”

Hermione looked up to see her son catch the snitch right out from under James’s nose. Like Harry, James was a natural. However, her son seemed to get the better of him more times than not. She smiled and looked back to her book, caressing the photo of Cederic Diggory. He had died so young, too young, and she couldn’t help but blame herself. She’d caught Moody doing something strange to Viktor before the final task, but hadn’t brought it to anyone’s attention. Logically, she knew that it didn’t seal Cederic’s fate, but it still stung.

She swiped a tear out of her eye and turned the page. It contained a moving picture of Delores Umbridge. The woman giggled and pressed her lips together in a smug grin before waving. She’d made their fifth year miserable. Still, there was a glimmer of something that year that she would never forget.

“Watch it, Granger!” Draco said as he stepped out from the shadows to block her path.

“What now Malfoy?” Hermione asked in annoyance. She was late for the DADA meeting and she was never late.

“Where are you going, Granger? It’s after curfew.”

Hermione gritted her teeth in anger. “Back to Gryffindor tower, if you must know. Why do you care?”

“Just…watch it, Granger. Not everyone has your morals.”

Hermione cocked her head at him in question but he simply stood there. She was afraid to ask him why he was doing this but knew he had to have some reason. Before she could drag up the courage to say anything, he pushed her into an alcove and covered her mouth with his, holding her wrists to the wall and pinning her with the weight of his body. She froze from pure shock before she had an urge to give in and kiss him back. She hadn’t even thought of fighting him off. Draco drew back and looked into her eyes before motioning for her to be quiet and listen.

“I could have sworn that filthy little mudblood went this way.”

Hermione stifled her sharp gasp at hearing Umbridge’s voice. She’d known she wasn’t liked, but she had no idea how bad it was. No wonder Delores Umbridge was so set on keeping them from learning anything. She was a Voldemort sympathizer.

“We’ll find her. Let’s go down to the library. I bet she’ll be there.”

Hermione let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding when the Inquisitorial Squad marched down the stairs. Malfoy had just saved her from getting caught after curfew. Before she could thank him or question anything, he let go of her like she was on fire and stalked off. She watched him leave as she brought her fingers up to her lips.

The next day, Marietta Edgecomb had betrayed them. She watched in satisfaction as the word ‘Sneak’ was plastered on her forehead. Served her right, it did. Was that what Malfoy had been talking about though? She was still thinking about that kiss as she walked back from her detention. Her hand ached and she wanted nothing more than to go back to the dormitory and put some dittany on it. She could barely see through her tears and ran into something very firm.

“Watch it, Granger!” Draco snapped.

“S-sorry,” she stuttered.

She tried to blink her tears away to clear her vision and go around him but he seemed to meet her step for step. A door creaked behind her. Malfoy grabbed her upper arm and dragged her into a broom cupboard. Before she could so much as breathe, soft lips had descended upon her again. Strong arms were pulling her into a hard chest. For once in her life, she didn’t question. She just let herself melt into him.

“That ought to teach ‘em,” Filtch cackled from outside the door. Mrs. Norris mewled and hissed. “Come now my pet, no one’s about. Let’s go.”

Malfoy released her lips but not her body. She could hear the frantic beating of his heart and his harsh pants. Or were those hers? Either way, that had been unexpected. She was too stunned to speak. Had that really happened or was she dreaming? She decided to pinch herself but let out an involuntary hiss as the back of her hand throbbed again.

“Lumos!”

She blinked at the sudden light in the dark cupboard. It took a few moments, but she finally gained her vision back. Malfoy’s eyes were wild, his chest rising and falling harshly. She couldn’t bring herself to look into his face any longer. He definitely looked disgusted. Her gaze fell to her hand, which was still bleeding. Before she could clean it up, Malfoy grabbed it gently.

“It’s red.”

“What?” She strangled out. She couldn’t decide what was worse, the confusion or the agony her hand was causing her.

“Your blood,” he whispered. He lightly ran his finger through a drop that was running down to her wrist and looked at it. “It’s as red as mine.”

Hermione swallowed harshly. She realized what he meant after a few moments. “It’s the character that makes the person, Malfoy, not the blood.”

Draco sighed shakily and took a small pot from his robes. Hermione froze as he applied the contents to the back of her hand with more care than she thought possible from Malfoy. Dittany. Her hand gradually stopped stinging, the skin reknitting and repairing itself. When he was done, he kissed the back of her hand and pocketed the pot. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before shaking his head.

“Watch it, Granger,” he said softly. “Not everyone is as good as you are.”

He turned and walked out without another word.

“Watch it, Granger!”

Hermione looked up to see that a thunderstorm was rolling in. She closed her book and headed inside, claiming her comfy chair by the fire. Satisfied that she wouldn’t be disturbed again, she closed her eyes and thought back to sixth year, the year that changed everything.

“Watch it, Granger,” Draco mumbled as he walked by, head down, hands in his pockets.

“You did it,” Hermione said softly.

Malfoy stopped and sucked in a lung full of air before exhaling and shaking his head. “Can’t prove it, Granger.”

“I don’t want to prove it,” Hermione growled and stalked up beside him. “I want you to stop.”

Draco snorted and dragged her into an abandoned classroom. He slammed the door, locking it and warding it behind him. She watched as he acted like a caged animal. His hands were in his hair, ruffling it until it was as messy as Harry’s. His eyes were black underneath and hollow, a sharp contrast against his paper white skin. She could tell he’d lost weight. He hadn’t been eating when he did show up in the Great Hall, and his appearances were becoming fewer and far between.

“What’s going on Malfoy?”

“Why do you care?”

“Because-”

She paused. Why did she care? Malfoy was a bigoted bully, a cruel one. But…there was something. He’d been giving her hints to help her since her first year. Then there were those kisses and him healing her in the cupboard. He’d commented on her blood, how it was like his. There was something more to this boy, this man. He was capable of great empathy and more nobility than he realized. She could just sense it. She knew then what she had to do.

“You’re not all bad Malfoy. You can still do the right thing.”

Draco snorted. “Sure, Granger. And then what?”

She furrowed her brows. “What do you mean?”

He let out a frantic laugh and lunged toward her, ripping the sleeve of his shirt up. “This! I’m branded forever Granger. There is no taking this back.”

She shakily reached for his hand, caressing the ugly Dark Mark as lightly as she could with the tip of her finger. “Why?”

“I had no choice. If I don’t do this…my whole family dies.”

“And if you do?”

He sighed and rubbed his weary face. “I’m condemned to hell.”

“Doesn’t sound like much of a choice.”

“It’s the only one I have.”

“No it isn’t,” she insisted and pulled his hands away from his face. “It isn’t. Come with me. We’ll go to Dumbledore and figure this out.”

He snorted sadly. “That old man is a fool.”

“One who could help you.”

“Why, Granger?”

She gave him a soft smile. “I owe you.”

“Watch it, Granger,” Draco said softly and brought his hand to caress her cheek. “Slytherins always get what they want.”

“What do you want?” she breathed.

There was no answer, only a meeting of lips. The kiss quickly grew heated. Hands tore at clothing until they was nothing between them but air. Then there wasn’t anything between them. Tears leaked from both their eyes as Draco pierced her maidenhead and loved her slowly. That night it was more than a meeting of flesh. It was a meeting of hearts and souls. They dissolved years of animosity in one glorious moment.

“Watch it, Granger!”

Hermione startled awake, surprised to see that she had been sleeping. She looked up into the smirking face of her husband and smiled.

“Alright,” she said softly. “What gives?”

“You’ve been on another planet all day, love. What’s wrong?”

Hermione chuckled. “Just taking a trip down memory lane.”

Draco chuckled and drew her up into his arms. “Watch it, Granger. You might miss what’s happening right now.”

“Never,” Hermione breathed and kissed him.

After their moment of passion in sixth year, they’d cleaned up and snuck up to Dumbledore’s office. Draco gave himself up, spilling his deepest, darkest secrets and fears. As she knew he would, Dumbledore accepted his plea. Narcissa was moved that night and Draco joined Snape as a spy and fought on the side of the light. After the smoke cleared on the battlefield, he scooped her into his arms and buried his head in her bushy hair.

“Watch it, Granger. I might have to marry you.”

Hermione sighed. “Watch it, Malfoy. I might have to say yes.”

AN: So... I got bored at work...and I can't write my usual stuff at work...so you get this fluffy little fic. Drop me a line and let me know what you think. Until next time...love you guys.
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