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Draco 1/2 - Completed	By : hermy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10: Prologue or Prelude?
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Hermione bleakly looked at the mirror, combing her
straightened brunette hair. She had her once wild mane tamed a couple of years
ago. What was the point?

It still galled her to think that she owed Draco
something to act as if she was caught stealing something red-handed. All over a
kiss with Ronald Weasley! Draco was no angel, and he had made her life at
Hogswarts a living hell. Hermione just could not suffer any more humiliation
from the direction of Draco, and she was still at a loss about how she could
handle the situation. Was this how an usually level-headed witch behaved? Damn
it. At least she still had some brains to clean up the mess she made from the
other night. Hermione sighed furiously, and threw the damn brush across the
room. A cat darted across the room nervously from his hiding place. She heard
the brush hitting something made of hard wood, and unlocked her door to make it
on time to her classes.

�Oops, sorry, Crookshanks!� The tabby-colored cat didn�t seem like
he believed her, either. Damn
that Kneazle blood. Hermione was in a sea of self-pity. Crookshanks snorted his disdainful
disapproval, and licked his bottle-brush tail with a cautious eye on his owner.
She groaned loudly, and finished her grooming with a quick spell. Then she
hurried on to dress in her school robes, and ran out of the portal.

�Hermione! You okay?� Ron ran up behind her, panting.
Hermione groaned inwardly, but didn�t break her gait.

�Yeah. I�m in a hurry, and I can�t be late for
class!� She hissed, increasing her speed. Ron easily matched her speed, and
started to grin. He grabbed her hand, and pulled her into an embrace so he
could kiss her again. This time, he missed his mark and kissed her cheek
instead when she turned her head slightly. Ron frowned slightly, �What gives,
Hermione? I wanted to talk with you last night, and was at your door a few
times before it was very late for me. Have you changed your mind about us? Did
I do something wrong?�

Hermione felt defeated, and all breath went out of
her lungs. She sucked air in again with renewed vigor: �Ron, I�m really sorry,
but I really must get to class. We�ll talk tonight, I promise!� With that, she
ran off with an astonishing speed�this time, Ron stayed behind with a surprise
etched on his face that was leaning towards disbelief. I don�t know why,
but I feel I have lost you, Hermione. Perhaps I never really had you in the
first place.

�Professor, I apologize for my tardiness! I�I�ll just
take a seat, then.� Hermione ran into the aging witch professor�s classroom,
breathlessly. Minerva McGongall only looked at her curiously, for it was out of
Hermione�s character to be so late to class.

�I will speak with you after class, Hermione,� She
spoke firmly, not intending to allow her deep fondness and abiding respect for
the girl interfere with her duties. With that out of the way, she droned on
about transfiguring a plant into an animal. Hermione�s heart was not in it. A
pair of ice-cold eyes bored into her back, all the same. She felt cold suddenly
of all.

�Bloody, well.� She murmured, still testily, as she
found her seat. Unfortunately, the seat happened to be next to Malfoy�s.

�So, the famous Hermione Granger . . . late. How
comforting. Actually human,� he whispered in a deceptively light voice. She
refused to look at him, but she felt her cheeks getting hot. Wasn�t she shamed
enough as it was? Cold, hot. Life of Hermione Granger. It was tearing her
apart. Was it all a facade? Was she not named after the beautiful daughter of
Troy�s incomparable Helen and Menelaus? Was not the beautiful Hermione fought
over by two suitors, of one fathered by Achilles? But the real Hermione
taking Advanced Transfiguration right now wasn�t beautiful. She wasn�t sought
after by suitors. Would she settle for less than what was best with her cold
masks up? She didn�t deserve to be in Gryffindor House, after all. What would
it need of a cowardly level-headed witch?
Hermione stiffened at this thought, and sneaked a glance at Malfoy.

He was writing down in his scroll, taking notes after
notes. He seemed different, somehow . . . she couldn�t put her finger on it.
Draco was wearing a cloak, and he was hooded. His face seemed somehow slimmer,
and . . . feminine? His grey eyes had a shine to them, and she found it very
attractive. And distracting.

With a silent growl, she tried to focus on her
studies and failed. If she was lucky, she could borrow notes from Malfoy later.
As if, she amended that thought with a
snort. She�d try asking Katie Bell, who was also another classmate and a fellow
Gryffindor. Katie was a pretty girl, who also played chaser in Quidditch. She
also developed a crush on Ron Weasley last year when they played together. They
would be great together, Hermione jealously
thought. She didn�t know if Katie got over her crush yet. Maybe she�d ask.
Would that be tactless, now that she was going out with Ron? She shrugged
mentally. It was something Pansy Parkinson would do with guile in an instant,
and rub it in the poor girl�s face. Hermione decided against asking Katie Bell
about her crush on Ron. Bloody hell. The
class grinded on.

Later after dinner, Draco Malfoy glared at Crabbe and
Goyle, after they asked about the cloak. It was unseemingly of him, he
understood, but he was in a foul mood anyway. Crabbe smiled, pressing it to his
advantage: �Why, Draco, you seem different today. Did you use a different gel
brand for your hair?� Draco bared his teeth, and was about to formulate a
snappish response before he noticed a stubborn Gryffindor that had been in his
wet dreams as of late. Crabbe was incredulous. My, my, you carry a torch
for the little slut, Draco. This could be just what I was looking for all these
years. A clink in Draco Malfoy�s armor.
His face now held a triumphant glow. He
would have his revenge soon, and he could taste it. He bumped Goyle with his
arm, and inclined his head for their departure. Poor, mindless Goyle was lost
without the leadership of a distracted Draco, so he followed Crabbe eagerly.
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