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His Biggest Fan	By : ShelbieRae Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > James/Lily Views: 13245 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Hey guys! I know that you guys are just as ready as I am to get to some good Veela action and I promise you I’m getting there! But I have to have a story line and meat to the story as well so I must bore you with some minor details first before we get to the juiciness ;). Stay patient my friends. The lemons are a coming.
Hermione woke to her wand vibrating on her nightstand telling her it was time to wake up and get ready for the day. She sat up and stretched her arms over her head, yawning in the process. She climbed out of bed, grabbed her robes for the day and her IPod, and padded downstairs to the bathroom. She placed her clothes on the counter and turned her IPod on shuffle before undressing, turning the water on, and climbing in the shower.
Draco woke to the sound of notes coming out of the bathroom downstairs. He groaned in annoyance, before climbing out of bed and stomping downstairs, planning on giving the bookworm a piece of his mind, not taking into account that she might be naked.
“Granger what is that bloody-” he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the most amazing and angelic sound he had ever heard in his life coming from the shower.
“Darling, stay with me, ‘cause you’re all I need. This ain’t love it’s clear to see. But darling, stay with me.” Hermione sang her heart out on the last note. The only time she ever sang was in the shower. She hated singing for people, or in front of them. No one, not even her parents had ever heard her do it.
Draco felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest, her voice was so incredibly beautiful. It took him several minutes to comprehend the rest of the situation. When he did, it was too late to flee the scene because just as he was about to turn and run, Granger stepped out of the shower in just a bloody towel.
The minute she noticed him standing in the doorway, she shrieked, “Malfoy get the hell out of here! What is your bloody problem?” At this point two things ran through Draco’s mind. One: he much preferred her singing voice to the shrieks that were currently leaving her mouth. Two: he needed to get the hell out of here before she hexed him into an oblivion. And he did just that. Without a word to her, or to anyone really, he turned around and scurried back to his room, slamming the door and leaning against it, trying to calm his ragged breathing.
‘I have got to find this bloody mate of mine soon,’ he thought to himself, ‘I’m going bloody bonkers.’
Meanwhile, downstairs, Hermione was fuming. The nerve of him! How dare he come in here, when it’s very clear that she was showering. And to make matters even worse, he had stayed, and stared at her in the oddest way, and then ran away like nothing happened, skipping over the snide remarks that Hermione has expected would come from him.
‘Bloody idiotic git,’ she grumbled to herself, ‘this living situation is going to be really complicated.’
After Hermione had gotten dressed her satisfaction, she traveled down the stairs and into the common room only to find Malfoy pacing nervously and grumbling to himself incoherently. Okay. It was official. Malfoy had lost his marbles. Hermione crept up to him slowly and whispered, “Malfoy…?” he turned around quickly and looked at her. “What?” he asked quickly. “Are you okay?” she asked slowly. Instead of answering her, he looked down at the floor and replied quietly, “I’m sorry about this morning. I didn’t mean to walk in there. I didn’t realize you were using the shower.”
Hermione sighed. She supposed she had been a little hard on him. “It’s okay, Malfoy. Maybe we should figure out each other's bathroom schedule so something like this doesn’t happen again.” He nodded before replying, “Yeah we can do that tonight after we draw up timetables for patrols.” Hermione smacked herself in the forehead. She had completely forgotten that they had to get that taken care of.
“Yeah sounds great,” she sighed, “well I’m going down to breakfast. I’ll see you later.” And with that, she climbed out of the portrait and started making her way to the Great Hall. On the way, she mused in her own thoughts. Okay, Malfoy had apologized to her, three times. What was going on? What was wrong with him? And what was with the way he had looked at her this morning in the bathroom?
When she made it to the Great Hall, she pushed those thoughts out of her mind as best she could and made her way to the table. When she sat down, she saw that McGonagall was already handing out timetables and class schedules.
When she received hers she saw what she had dreaded from the beginning. Every single class she had, she had it with the 7th year Slytherins. She groaned and looked over to the Slytherin table to find Draco Malfoy already staring at her, with his schedule in hand. She looked down to avoid his gaze and when she looked back up he had resorted to glaring at his breakfast. Hermione took a moment to realize that he was sitting all alone at the table. None of the other 7th years were with him, and he looked extremely lonely. No one, not even his best friend Blaise, seemed to want anything to do with him. Parkinson was even avoiding hanging all over him.
Two things happened at once. Hermione felt a flash of pity for the poor man and then she got a hot flash of pain that struck through her heart, almost causing her to double over in pain. What the hell? What was going on? Was she getting heartburn?
But just as quickly as it came, it was over. Hermione sat there in shock for quite a few minutes trying to figure out exactly what just happened. She glanced over at Draco and he was doubled over, looking like he was in extreme pain. Okay, what the hell was going on? Surely it was a coincidence that her and Malfoy had both felt pain at the same time… but… maybe not.
“Mione you okay?” Neville asked her quietly. Hermione shook her head and nodded quickly, “Yes, I’m fine, just trying to get back into the habit of waking up early again.” Neville nodded in understanding and turned back to his conversation with Luna. Hermione tried to go back to the task of getting some breakfast, ignoring the strange things that kept happening.
When she finally finished, she grabbed her bag and made her way to the dungeons for her first lesson of the day, Potions with Slytherins, and of course, the eccentric Professor Slughorn. When she walked in she saw that she was one of the first ones there, another one being Malfoy. She decided that she might as well try to be friendly and went and sat down next to him.
Right as she sat down, Malfoy’s eye about bugged all the way out of his head and his jaw dropped. “Close your mouth, Malfoy, you’ll catch flies.” He snapped his jaw shut and was about to give Granger a piece of his mind before Professor Slughorn walked over to their table.
“How could you two have possibly known that I was going to pair you up this year?” he seemed positively delighted, as he walked over to the door to greet the rest of the students that were filing in the door.
Malfoy glanced over at Granger and she looked like she might be sick to her stomach. Meanwhile Malfoy was slightly amused. This was definitely going to be an interesting class. Granger slammed her head down on the desk and Draco couldn’t stop himself from laughing out loud this time. She slowly lifted her head and glared at him. He clapped his mouth closed quickly and suddenly found the wall very interesting.
The rest of the class was boring, most of it just being a lecture about what they would be learning and what would be on the NEWT’s they would have to complete by the end of the year. When the bell finally rang and class was dismissed, Hermione was already halfway out the door and down the hallway.
Malfoy stood in the hallway watching her race down the hallway, wondering if he possibly should have showered that morning.
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By the time Hermione finally got back to her and Malfoy’s common room that night, she was dead on her feet. She had forgotten how much work that school actually could be and she didn’t even have any homework assignments yet. All she truly wanted to do was crawl into bed and cuddle with her beloved cat, Crookshanks. However, she knew she had to wait for Malfoy to return so they could create the timetables before she could go to bed.
Malfoy stumbled through the portrait hole minutes later, after Hermione had already plopped down onto the couch in front of the fire. He was grumbling lowly to himself and seemed to take no notice of her. “Bloody idiots…. going to get me expelled… if they had half a brain…” were just pieces of his monologue that Hermione could pick up. She giggled to herself softly.
Draco heard the most wonderful sound he thought that he had ever heard in his life. He whirled around and Granger’s body sprawled on the couch, her mouth propped open in a silent laugh. He shook his head to remove these disturbing thoughts.
“What are you grumbling about Malfoy?” Hermione mused. He frowned at her and began his tale, “These stupid Slytherin first years. They were in the hallway causing a ruckus with some WEASLEY products. They ran off right after using them, leaving me in the wake of their destruction. Filch damned near talked my ear off for 45 minutes.” Hermione’s giggles escalated to laughter through the course of his story.
Draco felt the breath leave his lungs. Her laughter. It was so enchanting. Before he could stop himself, he whispered, “You have a lovely laugh.” Her laughter stopped dead in its tracks. They stared at each other for a good 3 minutes before Hermione broke the intense silence, like a knife cutting through the tension, “Well, we should probably get these timetables drawn up.” Draco frowned then agreed sullenly with her. What was going on with him? Was he in heat because of his Veela pheromones? This was Granger they were talking about.
Even Draco had to admit to himself, she was definitely beautiful. Was it the fact that he had been trained to hate her? Was it because his father had literally and figuratively beat it into his head that wizards without pure blood were beneath him? Even though he had let go of that way of thinking, was it because he had spent the better half of his life hating her and the Golden Trio? Was it just instinct at this point? Draco didn’t know. All he knew was that suddenly, it hurt him to be mean to her. He wanted to protect her. And he had no idea why.
So as they sat down to write the timetables, Hermione stuttered nervously, and Draco considered the possibility that his sudden change in heart towards the little bookworm might be Veela-related.
A/N: Alright guys we are moving right along with this story! Review and let me know what you liked, what you hated, and I’ll try not to make you guys hate me even more as the story progresses.
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