A White Knight | By : ItalianBeauty Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 6050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Draco Malfoy was looking for a wife, or a least a possible candidate. And he knew exactly what he wanted, so clearly in fact that it was simply a matter of finding out her name. She would be intelligent, beautiful, and be able to handle herself elegantly in any social situation. This woman would need to be his equal on all accounts. And, he felt, he needed to find her soon.
He was of age now and while it wasn’t necessarily required for him to settle down immediately he was close to finishing school and it would be a good idea to at least find a girl with potential. Every great couple he knew had met their spouse while still in school. It was a way of insuring you knew this person, in seven years of boarding school you can not hide anything. And the wife of Draco Malfoy could not have any hidden demons. Besides, he reasoned, with as many students as Hogwarts held surely one girl would make a good partner.
He thought on this as he walked through the school and into the head suite, which he would be occupying in the coming year. He had been pleased to receive his head boy badge but annoyed to learn he would share the honor with Hermione Granger. The girl was an annoyance with her teacher pleasing disposition and frizzy hair, but even though she was a muggle born it was obvious that trash like Weaseley and fools like Potter were below her.
Draco very much believed that everyone had their own place in the world, their own level of expediency. And despite common misconceptions of his beliefs he did not think that being born to muggles automatically made you useless. Hermione Granger had proven this on multiple occasions. Even as a muggle born witch she was of much greater value than some of his pure blooded peers. Vincent and Greg were nothing but muscle. Pansy was simply arm candy. And Weaseley had proven over and over again he was good for nothing at all. Granger was brilliant, could be somewhat attractive when she tried, (the Yule Ball fourth year had proven that)and she maintained calm composure ninety-nine percent of the time.
Draco entered the head’s suite and neglected his thoughts for a moment as he examined his new common room. The black and white color scheme was a nice change from the overused green and silver he was constantly surrounded by in the Slytherin house. He went through the room and into his bedroom which was also decorated in black and white with all his belongings neatly put in their places. All the furniture was the same as in the room he’d shared, a four poster bed, night stand, wardrobe, and a bookcase. But the privacy that this room offered more than made up for it’s lack of glamour. He finally had a place where he could hear his own thoughts in this damn school. Not that he didn’t feel any attachment for the place, after six years it had grown on him, but to be constantly surrounded by the same people could definitely get old. He opened a door at the end of the room which led to a private bathroom. It was all white marble with a large tub, shower stall, toilet, and a long counter with two sinks underneath a mirror covering the entire wall. So he’d be sharing this with Granger, but from her appearance he didn’t think she’d be spending much time crowding the mirror.
He chuckled to himself as he reentered his bedroom and headed out to the common room where he sat down in front of the large fire place.
The door opened and in walked in a grinning Hermione Granger. Her excitement was palpable. She looked around the room taking it all in and then she noticed him. Her ecstasy slipped from her face to be replaced with apprehension. “Hello Malfoy…”
She looked much as she had at the end of last year, perhaps slightly tanner, but her presence felt different. It was quite possibly just his good mood but optimistically he didn’t mind that he was going to have to share the title of head with her- as much. “Granger. Not too shabby eh?”
The confusion on her face was priceless. Obviously the last thing she had expected was a cordial Draco Malfoy. “No, not shabby at all.” He nodded in response, taking another look around the room before standing and walking over to the door that led to his private room. Stopping only with her hesitant call, “Truce?”
He turned around and in an highly unusual move agreed, “Truce.” He smirked, turned and entered his room.
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