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A Whole New World	By : nekho-tenchi Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4668 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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November 1997

Draco Malfoy was exhausted. He could feel himself nodding off, but he blinked his eyes open forcefully. He had to concentrate. He’d read the same paragraph dozens…no more like a hundred times over again, and he knew it was getting too late to study such complex things. He sighed and shook his head. Since the beginning of summer he hadn’t sleep properly. He’d been branded and the damn mark hadn’t fully healed. He clenched his fists and ignored all of the mixed emotions bubbling in his chest. He rubbed his arm where the dark mark was absentmindedly. It would do no use of thinking about that night. He had to see everything through, because his father had gotten them into this mess. He had to protect them now.

Of course if any of the Slytherin asked him he’d say it was an honor and a privilege, and he would be happy about it. He would even go as far as look down upon his friends, because they weren’t privileged enough. He shook his head at those thoughts, and felt disgusted that at one point he actually believed all the bollocks. Fortunately for him, he had adapted the cunning of a Malfoy to put up such an act. He kept telling himself that deep down inside of him he knew this was an honor, and his role was an important one, but the initiation was painful, and he felt sick most of the time.

He was finally shaken out of his thoughts by a very annoying tap. He looked up furiously. It could be only one person. He glanced over and sure enough a curly haired figure was strolling down the aisles near him. He was disgusted by her behavior, affectionately stroking the books like they were pets.

Bloody Granger, he snarled to himself, always has to have her nose in a book.

She always reminded him of his first year back at home for Christmas from Hogwarts. He’d let slip that a mudblood witch had beaten him in every subject. Even in bloody potions, his best subject. He was Snape’s favorite and she bloody well beat him. He could vividly remember his father’s furious grilling about why he was second best. That hadn’t gone well.

“Draco, find a fucking way to destroy the filthy mud-blood. She is not worth the dirt you walk on, nor the air you breathe. Just knock her down. I don’t care how.”

He desperately wanted his father’s approval, but because of that twat he’d failed constantly.

He had loathed her for it. Still did.

He glared in disgust as she grabbed a book and moved to sit at the opposite side of his table. He rolled his eyes. She didn’t even notice him.

No wonder she didn’t shag. Not even the two dunderheads she hung out with could get into her pants. He concluded she was a stuck-up prude.

He reminded himself that she was dirt and should be ignored and returned to his book. He was glad for one thing though – her infuriating presence had woken him up, and he started jotting down notes on apparition wards and their limitations.

He was finally absorbed into his work and soon forgot that she was there. Eventually, his eyes drifted closed.

Hermione’s heart jumped in shock as a soft snort broke the silence. She strained her ears and finally made out a snoring noise. She shook her head. She couldn’t believe someone could fall asleep in the library of all places. She looked up. There, right across from her table, was Malfoy, fast asleep. His blond head slumped over the desk. She groaned. That’s what happens when she gets lost in her books. She became oblivious of her surroundings.

All of a sudden the person in front of her whimpered, followed by a deep, almost panicked groan. Her nerves started to flutter at the pitiful sounds. She jumped in alarm and approached Draco Malfoy.

She frowned the boy in front of her who was obviously having a nightmare. Her nerves fluttered again at the pitiful sound. She stood contemplating the situation. She held no compassion for Malfoy. The ferret was a git and deserved to slapped in the face. She reminisced back to the time she clocked him one in the nose, and her hand tingled with the memory.

But damn those whimpering noises. They just sounded horrifying, and absolutely no one deserved those kinds of nightmares. She would know – they had been hers since the fight at the ministry in their fifth year.

Malfoy emitted a frightening moan of pain. Hermione suddenly decided to step forward and wake him. She gently put her hand on his shoulder.

“Malfoy,” she murmured.

He didn’t wake up and she shook him harder.

Malfoy shot upright suddenly, and surprising Hermione. Not because he just suddenly woke up, but he was sweating profusely. Draco grabbed her wrist so tightly that she winced and tried to pull back. But he pulled her closer with a furious growl.

“Granger!” He spat in a hoarse whisper, “What in the merlin’s name do you think you’re doing?”

Hermione look outraged at his outburst, “Keep your voice down. Do you want to get us caught by Madame Prince?”

Draco looked up bewildered, his sleepy but terrified mind caught up, but he didn’t lose his grip.

“What the hell are you trying to pull, Mudblood?”

Hermione felt her anger boil.

“For Merlin’s sake, can’t I show a little kindness, even to a spoilt prick like you?”

Draco shook his head. “What are you on about, Mudblood?”

“You were having a nightmare in the middle of the bloody library after curfew. Those pathetic moans would have landed us in trouble.”

All the color from Malfoy’s face drained. It was very evident Malfoy was furious that he was caught having a bad dream, and even worse, by a Mudblood. Hermione could practically see gears turning in his head.

“I think I would prefer a whole term of detentions with the useless squib than to be molested by you.”

Hermione looked livid. “Excuse me?” she said in a dangerously low voice. “Molesting you, really? You should be thanking me!”

His voice dripped in sarcasm as he said, “Thank you, oh Gryffindor Princess, for sticking your big ugly Mudblood nose into my business. You are such a fair and gracious princess!”

“Shut it!” she hissed, grabbing him by the arm and squeezing him. She heard footsteps and stood quietly behind a bookshelf, as Madame Pince passed by to get to her chamber.

Once Madam Prince was gone Draco threw her away from him in absolute disgust.

Malfoy took this chance while she was dazed and intimidated her, tilting his head and growling, “If you breathe a word of this to any one, Granger – ”

“Don’t be ridiculous! Why would I – “

“I know those tow idiots would get a kick out of this. I’m not stupid, you know”.

“I would never –“

“You’d better not, Mudblood.”

Hermione glared at him as he picked up his books and prepared to stride out of the hidden space. But before he could leave, Hermione murmured the words straight off the top of her head that made him pause and shiver

“You should take better care of yourself.”

Hermione pursed her lips into a thin line, wanting to take it back. Why the hell did she go say something like that to the spoilt inbred wanker who had just called her a filthy word simply because her parents were muggles?

She shook her head. She knew perfectly well why: she was the sort of person who cared about everyone, even pretentious little tossers like him. She just couldn’t help it.

Draco didn’t turn around. He kept walking with his chin in the air until he left the sanctuary of the library.

As soon as Draco was out of the library he started running through the winding corridors. Draco stopped to lean against the wall, out of breath, as his brain whirled. His forehead was flushed, and he rested it against the cool stone and took a deep breath. His mind was being flooded with the thoughts of Granger. The princess of Gryffindor, brains of the Golden Trio, supposedly the best witch of her age. She’d caught him in a middle of nightmare, and right in the middle of the bloody library. He felt humiliated beyond belief that she’d seen his weakness.

And what had she done? She’d woken him up.

At first he thought she was pulling a prank, but as he searched his memory for any expression that suggested laughing at or making fun of him, he found nothing, no hint of malice. She had been concerned. And then frightened when he’d grabbed her and threatened her. But she’d stood her ground. Then she’d gone ahead and told him, “You should take better care of yourself.”

She’d gone and said that!

Stupid Mudblood had gone and shown him the tiniest concern. Very few people said that to him and not even his closest friends in Slytherin had dared to speak to him like that. Yes his parents loved him and he knew they did, but it was different. Yes, in private they would cuddle and love him when he was little, but they never showed public affection. Furthermore, when he became older expressions of love in private even dwindled.

He shook the thoughts out of his head. She was just a nosy, good-for-nothing know-it-all. She was beneath his notice.

His father would be furious. He would scream about her blood being black like a poison. He would say he shouldn’t let it infect him. Yet when he’d questioned his father about her obvious smarts, Lucius could never offer him a satisfactory answer. He had been punished severely for that. But there are to be a logical explanation, and Lucius’s was that it was Draco’s own failing; he needed to study harder.

Finally Draco pushed off the wall angrily and strode into the Slytherin common room. He needed some sleep and he was determined to get it. And if he had more nightmares….well, at least she couldn’t witness them. He’d already spent far too much time contemplating Granger, and he wasn’t going to waste any more time on her.

Three weeks had passed since the incident at Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy was getting frustrated, because even though it wasn’t obvious, the Granger girl was looking at him. He had to admit that she was doing it very Slytherin-like. At first he he hadn’t noticed but for Salazar’s sake he was a bloody Slytherin! She should’ve realized he would catch on, but he let out a chuckle at her stealth, so unlike what Pothead was doing. It was quite obvious that he was following him. What Draco didn’t understand was how the hell was he doing it. No matter what he did he couldn’t shake Potter off his tail. Malfoy shrugged, and glanced over at Granger. The girl had a worried look about her as she returned his gaze. That infuriated him even more. Why did she bloody care what he did?

Again, Draco concluded Granger was compassionate towards everyone. She would probably cry if she stepped on a bug. Maybe for a brief second before he quashed it behind a lifetime of hatred and prejudice, she had made him feel like someone…cared, as a juvenile as that sounded. But apparently that was who she was – it had absolutely nothing to do with him. And who gave a damn what a little Muggle spawn thought anyway? She needed to stay out of his business or he’d be in danger.

Draco grit his teeth and put it out of his mind. He was heading up towards the Room of Requirement and had work on the Vanishing Cabinet a bit more.

All of a sudden Draco Malfoy eyes flashed open. He was sweating, and he hadn’t felt like this for a very long time. Her was dreaming, and it had been of his sixth year. He shook his head. How in the hell could it be his sixth year? He remembered that year very vividly and even though he couldn’t remember what happened in his dream he was absolutely sure that those events hadn’t taken place. The sudden arrival of a house elf pulled him out of his thoughts.

The elf said, “Master, the Master Lucius is calling for you.”

Draco just nodded and made his way down to the drawing room where his father was more than likely waiting for him.
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