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A Whole New World	By : nekho-tenchi Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I Would like to officially apologize. I meant to have this out a long time ago, but I got into a writer block, and then I had family over. Then I had finals. I then sent it over to my beta reader and we went back and forth. By the way have I told you how wonderful Cera Elnin is. She is absolutely positively wonderful. Any ways to make it up to you all this chapter is a little longer then my previous chapters. Now I cant promise a chapter a week, but will promise at least once a month and maybe twice a month.
Draco slowly made his way down to the drawing room where his father was waiting for him. God did he hate that place. It was the place he was forced to witness so many events that had happened during the war. He shook his head and entered the drawing room. As he entered Before Draco could completely get his bearings back, his father spoke,
"Draco as you know our standing in the wizarding world has fallen to an all time low. This is unacceptable. The old ways of doing things are, unfortunately, looked down upon…." As Lucius finished speaking he swallowed avoiding Draco's eyes.
Draco tipped his head and interrupted his father. "The old ways?"
Lucius Malfoy raised his eyebrow but continued. "Blood purity does not matter any more in this new world, and unfortunately our involvement in the war has cast doubts into people's mind. We must change this, and quickly if we want to regain our position in society." Lucius Malfoy took a deep breath in and continued, "Draco, you will befriend the Golden Trio."
Draco's stomach churned and he clenched his hand into a fist, saying, "You want me to befriend Potter, The Weasley blood traitor, and the M…udblood?"
Lucius glared at his son. "Yes," he whispered dangerously. "I want you to befriend them, and in this new world those words of blood traitors and Mudblood are frowned upon. Don't let anyone hear you use them. This is the first thing you will do once you return to school, is that understood?"
Draco stared at his father but just nodded and left the room to go back to sleep.
Soon September 1st came around and Draco was on the platform to get onto Hogwarts Express. He said his good byes to his mom and dad and made his way towards the Head Boy compartment. As he entered, he looked around to see if the Head Girl was already there, but didn't see anyone. He sighed and sat down, lost in thought. Before long, he drifted off.
School year 1996
Draco was pacing back and forth in the third floor corridor. He was contemplating going into the bathroom nearby and washing his face to calm his tired nerves, knowing that no one would bother him there. That was where Moaning Myrtle lived. But before he could make up his mind, he noticed a shadow against the wall, and he spun around with his wand outstretched.
Hermione Granger stood staring at him with wide doe eyes. Her face was flushed from running and the biting cold of the wind outside, and her hair was actually held back neatly in a braid instead of hanging loose. The bottom of her chin was covered up by a warm red and gold scarf that made him want to sneer at her. Instead he just sighed and shifted his footing, but didn't lower his wand.
"You should know better than to sneak up on me, Granger."
"You should know better then to point your wand at me in plain sight of teachers."
He snorted and lowered his wand with a mocking smirk, his eyes glittering dangerously.
"What the hell do you want? Shouldn't you be in class or something?"
Hermione furrowed her eyebrows and said, "I could ask the same question, Malfoy."
He sighed and a fierce look of contempt crossed his face. He saw Granger swallow and clench her fists.
"So we're going to play these childish word games are we," he said.
Granger tried to look more firm, as she cocked her head and put her hand on her waist while giving him a direct glare. She had never looked more like a Gryffindor. He braced himself for what she was about to say.
"You know you've lost a lot of weight this year. And you're paler, which I didn't think was possible."
Draco just blinked in surprise at her words and took a threatening step forward. "What the bloody hell are you on about? Are you stalking me, Granger?"
She snorted. "Hardly. But I do have eyes."
Draco stared in disbelief. Here was Granger, talking about his changed appearance. Why the hell did she care how he looked like? She was acting like a concerned friend and she had that bossy attitude around her.
He glared at her as he said, "You have absolutely no business sticking your nose in where it doesn't belong, you worthless little….Mudblood."
He expected more anger from her, like she'd reacted last time he'd said it to her in the library. But now she just rolled her eyes. He'd hoped it would make her back off. He was also hoping she wouldn't notice the way he almost flinched when he said it. He couldn't understand why it came out so hesitantly; there just seemed to be a blockage of some kind, like his mouth wouldn't cooperate with his brain. It was almost as if saying it to her only made her stronger. She just straightened herself up, raised her chin and looked more confident then ever – the opposite of what he'd wanted.
"What is wrong with you?" she challenged. "Are you insane? Or just stupid?" Draco spluttered but she held up a hand to stop him. "I don't know what you're up to this year, but I know you're up to something and I want to know what it is."
Draco glared at her, his blood boiling inside him. He wanted to do something, lash out at her, anything to make her scared or unsettled.
"Well maybe if you removed the stick from your arse and looked properly, you'd see that I'm fine. Better than fine – I'm having a great year now that the Dark Lord has returned. I can't wait for him to put Muggle filth like you in their place. "
Granger frowned at him crossly, and he felt her breath on his face as she released a sigh. He hadn't realized that he'd stalked so close to her, but he was panting and as he took in a gulp of air, he realized he could smell her as he towered over her.
"Do you honestly believe that Malfoy?" she asked more softly, the anger fading quite quickly from her expression.
Malfoy grit his teeth together and stared at her in confusion. He couldn't work out why she would ask him that. Did she have no self-preservation? He knew that Granger was fond of pity projects like the bloody house elves, but this was too much.
"Of course I do…"
"Then why do you look like a ghost this year? You're clearly exhausted."
Draco stepped in towards her again, but because they were so close his body was right on top of her and her back was pushed against the wall behind her. He heard her inhale a small gasp of surprise at the touch of cold stone between her shoulder blades, and he smirked.
She was right, of course, but he hoped that she didn't realize it. He was a Malfoy after all, and had perfected the art of lying. But she seemed to see through it and that terrified him. After almost seventeen years of the people around him filling his head with words of hate and disgust about Muggle-borns, he honestly couldn't place her in that category. She was too real. Mudbloods were supposed to be animals, infecting the magical line and making them week, but the witch in front of him was something totally different.
He could pinpoint the exact moment his beliefs about her as Muggle- born fell flat – the moment she had let her anger consume her enough to slap him across the face in third year. The raw energy and passion in her eyes, and the magic sizzling through the air had sent a jolt through him, as if he could taste her magic on his tongue and ever since then he felt a niggling doubt about putting her in the same category as other Mudbloods.
But that didn't mean she could just snoop around and imply he couldn't look after himself. He had a bloody job to do. His parents were depending on him; he was expected to bring honor back to the Malfoy name. So he leaned in closer to her with a growl and his darkest look.
"I'm going to say this once, Granger, so listen closely. Stay away from me, or you'll be sorry."
"Is that really what you want?" she asked in a murmur, not afraid to meet his glare. He couldn't seem to tear his gaze away from those deep brown eyes as she blinked. He noticed for the first time that there were lighter flecks in them that seemed almost gold in color. He shuddered.
"What I want," he spat, "is to pretend that you don't exist."
He wasn't sure why he said it like that, but Hermione's intense gaze shifted to confusion. She furrowed her brows as she searched his face for answers. Her eyes widened a bit and flickered over him. Draco's heart pounded and his mouth went achingly dry. Fearing that he'd said something he shouldn't have, he loomed a little closer once more to scare her, then shoved away from the wall and strode down the hallway and out of sight.
He walked quickly, his strides matching the rhythm of his thudding heart as he tried not to panic and just run. It was only when he was inside the Room of Requirement four floors above that he let out a stuttering breath and looked down at his hands. They were shaking. Feeling like a complete idiot, he banged his fist into the wall. Why did the stupid bookworm have to go and get under his skin like that? His body was still crawling all over from the intensity of their strange encounter….and her obvious concern. He cursed himself for almost slipping up at the end, hoping she hadn't realized the meaning behind his parting words. He shook his head and swore he would try his best to just avoid her from now on
Draco pulled his thoughts together and glared at the Vanishing Cabinet. How he hated that contraption. No matter how much he tried to concentrate at the task ahead of him he kept thinking about Granger. He shook his head and decided to grab the book on Vanishing Cabinet and make his way back to his dorm room. Once there he lay on his bed trying to read the book to see if he could learn something new, but instead his thoughts went back to Granger.
He couldn't believe she had tried to….
Well, he wasn't sure what she had tried to do. That was the problem. Gryffindors were usually so blatantly ridiculous with their emotions – that's what made them so fun to rile up. But honestly he couldn't figure out what had motivated Granger to approach him and make comments on his appearance. She had commented on his weight loss and general pallor. That alone made him cross. He usually noticed people staring at him or spying on him. Even Snape, the master spy, had not been subtle enough in his observation, but he hadn't been aware of the scrutiny from one Muggle-born Gryffindor. And damn it, she was right. He had been so occupied by his task, not to mention his increasingly dark thoughts and memories this year; he'd let himself slip a bit. It wasn't his fault that normally by the time he finally drew himself away from his own mental shit storm he had completely lost his appetite. He usually just picked at the food these days, eating just enough so that he wouldn't faint or topple over in the wind.
He felt his fist clench at the sides of the book he was holding.
So she had been spying on him. It was funny how someone clingy like Pansy could lap up his every word and practically hang off him all bloody day and not notice a damn thing, whereas one overly annoying Gryffindor bookworm had figured it out in just a couple of weeks and from a distance, So she had seen him deteriorating and decided to confront him.
What was she thinking?
If anyone from Slytherin whose parents had a connection to the Dark Lord had overheard one of her strange comments in that hallway, there would have been hell to pay. Although, it would have been worse if one of them had stumbled upon him pressing Granger's soft body into the walls of the bloody castle. It certainly would've looked like a passionate rendezvous to any unknowingly onlooker.
Wait….soft?
Draco stuttered a bit, chocking on his own breath as his shoulders clenched with shock. Yes, her body was soft, he admitted grudgingly. He was mature enough to acknowledge that kind of thing superficially at least. She certainly wasn't the buck toothed, bushy haired freak of their younger years. Everything about her was soft now. Her skin had lost its teenage roughness, the pockmarks, and blush of adolescence, and was now smooth and creamy. Her teeth were straight, giving her a frankly quite stunning smile and her hair had become quite manageable.
Draco sat bolt upright in bed.
Get a grip on yourself for Merlin's sake!
There was no way he had just been thinking about Granger as attractive. Objectively he supposed she was good looking, hell half the boys in Slytherin had made comments about sullying the precious Gryffindor princess's chastity, but she was still an uppity fool pining after that ginger idiot.
Draco felt his gut clench a bit when he became aware of the slight heat tightening below his navel, roused by this train of thought about Granger.
'Bloody hell!' he thought with a panicked start. 'This should not be physically possible!'
Umbridge swimming in a gold bikini! Hagrid dancing the tango!
He chanted the images to himself until he felt the problem go away. Then he rested his head back on his pillow and released the breath he'd been holding.
Draco eyes flew open muttering, "What in the name of Salazar?" Why was he having strange dreams about his sixth year? It wouldn't have surprised him a bit if they were nightmares, because that year was a hell he'd lived through. He fully expected to have bad dreams about those years, but the dreams were not like anything he experienced that year. Hell, he didn't even have that much contact with the Granger girl but these dreams were showing exactly the opposite.
All of a sudden he snapped out of the trance at the sound of the door creaking open. He suspected it would be the Head Girl. As the girl walked in Draco eyes grew wide. He muttered to himself, "I should've known that she'd be chosen."
Hermione looked around the room and then noticed Draco. She frowned. "Malfoy, what are you doing here? This compartment is only – "
Before she could finish, Professor McGonagall entered and interrupted. "Ms. Granger, he has been appointed as the Head Boy."
Hermione jumped in shock. "Prof –, I mean Headmistress, surely you don't mean – "
The headmistress looked disapprovingly at Hermione. "Ms. Granger, I know you are suggesting that there are other qualified candidates, and I would agree to it, but I would like to encourage friendly inter-house relationships. I expect the two of you to work together." The Headmistress narrowed her eyes, which shone with silent warning. When both of them nodded she continued, "Let me remind you before the train arrives you will have a meeting with the Prefect. And when the beginning feast is over I would like you to come up to my office. I have some things to discuss with you before the term actually starts." Both Draco and Hermione agreed as the Headmistress took her leave.
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Draco remembered what his father had told him and sighed. "Granger, as you know now we have to work together, and to do that we must at least attempt to be cordial towards each other. I believe that we're past our differences."
Hermione stared at Malfoy for a long moment before saying, "Well, I do believe we are no longer children."
Draco smiled haltingly. "Lets go have this meeting then."
Hermione nodded, stepped out of the compartment, and headed towards the Prefect's compartment. Once the two were inside they waited for everyone else to come in. Soon Ron entered, smiled at Hermione, and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth.
Draco looked over in jealousy, but shook his head. Why in Salazar's name was he feeling jealous of someone kissing Granger? He shook his head and gritted his teeth. "Weasley, if you're done with the show of affection I'd like to get on with the meeting."
Ron looked up with hatred in his eyes. "Who made you the boss?"
Draco's temper rose, but his father's words rang in his ears. He tried to stop gripping his wand so tightly and said sternly, "I have been appointed Head Boy and I suggest you take your seat."
Ron looked like he was about to argue but a stern look from Hermione stopped him.
As Ron took his seat, Draco continued. "Now that we're through with dramatics, I'm going to give everyone their schedules. They outline your duties and who you will be paired up with." Draco passed around the parchment that he'd made as he was walking towards the prefect compartment.
Ron stared at the parchment and snarled, "Hermione will not be doing rounds with you. And why is every one paired up with someone in a different house?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Weasley, I am the Head Boy and I, along with Ms. Granger, decide who will be doing what and not you. Furthermore, the Headmistress wants to promote inter-house unity. Every month you will be paired with someone new from a house that is not your own."
Ron decided to ignore Draco and turned to Hermione instead. "You can't accept this! You're Head Girl, and he is the Great Bouncing Ferret."
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "Ronald, you will not tell me who I can or cannot work with."
Ron glared at Hermione. "You can't seriously be thinking of working with the ferret, can you?"
Hermione crossed her arms "What do you expect me to do, Ron? I have been given this position and that means I have to work with him."
"You can always resign," Ron muttered.
Hermione glared at Ron. She already knew that Ron had trust issues and tended to get jealous, but this was her job. She couldn't exactly do anything about it. "Ronald Weasley, "she snapped, "I will not resign my post just because you feel insecure and jealous."
Ron frowned at Hermione and rubbed his ears with his pinky, wondering if he misheard her. When Hermione didn't say anything, he shook his head in disbelief. He opened his mouth for a moment, as if about to say something, but instead he stormed out of the compartment
Draco smirked. "Well that went well. If no one has any questions I'll be off." No one said anything so Draco walked out and headed back to the Head Boy and Girl's compartment.
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