Draco Bloody Malfoy

Draco Bloody Malfoy 2

Hermione's feet padded the ground softly as she made her way toward the lake. Her feet were frozen; she'd only worn shoes and her stockings. How could she have known it was so cold out? Why was she even out? This was just Malfoy, maybe Harry was right, and maybe it was just his business! Hermione neared a tree with her back crouched, then, realising she was invisible, she straightened and stepped out from behind the tree's gnarly old branches. (Oh why am I doing this?)

There was Draco; he was just sitting there, soft sobs throwing his back up and down like a wave in a storm (Why? Why?). Hermione edged closer, fearing that his crying may not distract him from her footsteps. She succeeded, his weeping had pulled him under like a huge vortex of a wave and she got just close enough to sit down (I shouldn't have done that!) The grass flattened where she sat but Hermione didn't care, and nor, it seemed, did Draco.

Hermione touched the cool water (why was I doing this?); she had slid down a bit of an embankment to rest on the sand beside Draco on a patch of grass. Her finger brushed the surface of the glassy surface and a ripple seemed to cast itself across the lake (get me out of here!), vibrating like a passage of sound. Hermione stared, transfixed. It suddenly occurred to her that Draco had stopped crying. She turned to face him. His hair fell into his face (uh oh, here it comes), masking the face she knew so well. The one filled with concentration during his more favourite lessons (why had I noticed?) the one that retorted with disgust when Hagrid brought out some terrifying creature for Care of Magical Creatures (the way hers should when she saw any Slytherin) the one that actually smiled sometimes- ARGH! Hermione thought. He got me again! The little bugger, I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I-

Draco straightened his back as cold as stone. He had stopped crying and he threw the letter, which was a ball, into the murky depths of the lake. Hermione stood, transfixed by it until a large tentacle rose out of the water and scooped it beneath the surface.

Draco suddenly stood up, Hermione with him. He began to leave and Hermione felt her heart melt (what was that?), she had come all this way to see him and now he was leaving (typical male). After a moment or two of standing Draco made his way back up to the castle. Well that was mightily successful, thought Hermione to herself as she jogged through the Entrance Hall.

Upon entering the Common Room Hermione was in for yet another surprise. There was some sort of group huddled in the corner of the room, Hermione made her way over to find all of Gryffindor hovering around the message board, all of them looking upset or angry, no one was speaking. Running upstairs to put the Cloak in Harry's dormitory Hermione bumped into Ron.

"Where have you - " began Ron.

"What's going on down there?" interrupted Hermione, jerking her thumb over her shoulder where the sulking Gryffindors stood.

"Oh that," said Ron, rolling his eyes. "We've started taking Transfiguration with the Slytherins instead of Hufflepuff,"

"Oh no!" said Hermione, smiling.

"If you're so upset why're you smiling?" asked Ron suspiciously.

"Oh things like this always have that effect on me," sang Hermione, jumping past Ron to her dormitory. Several of the girls in her dorm were all laying about, sighing repeatedly.

"What's got in to all of you?" asked Hermione, surprised.

"Draco-"

"Malfoy-"

"Transfiguration-"

"Every Wednesday-"

"And Friday-"

Hermione rolled her eyes. She may never understand these girls, like, I mean sure; Draco was attractive, but seriously! She wasn't even remotely attracted to him, right?

"I still don't see what you silly people see in him," said Hermione pointedly, crawling in to bed upon jerking on a nightdress.

"Hermione Granger," said Parvati, standing up, "I will never get you, you have the opportunity to sit and chat with fellow females about the most gorgeous guy in school, yet you decline and deny how utterly gorgeous he is!"

"He is not gorgeous!" cried Hermione, throwing up her hands.

"Then who is?" said Lavender's voice from under the covers of her bed.

"I'll tell you who's gorgeous at this school," said Hermione loftily. The other girls straightened to gape at her. "NO ONE!" Hermione cried.

"But-"

"I only have an interest in my studies, that's it, I don't need boys to complicate things for me," said Hermione finally, studding an end to the subject of Draco Malfoy. She turned off her light. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed, goodnight."

The shock lingered in the dormitory long after Hermione had fallen asleep, which was hours later.

Hermione woke with a start to find it was Saturday, meaning everyone had slept in terribly long. Pulling on some clothes through her sheer exhaustion Hermione made her way down to the Common Room. It was deserted, Hermione was surprised. Ah, wait, breakfast and sleeping in, on a Saturday? Yes it all fits now. Making her way out of the portrait hole Hermione ran right into Ian, who was dragging (who else?) Draco along behind him.

"Draco said he'll help me with my homework!" cried Ian happily.

"That's great Ian, but people here can help too, you know," said Hermione, yawning and continuing down to the Great Hall. God, I'm starving! Hermione thought to herself. After several minutes of climbing stairs and pushing aside hidden tapestries Hermione found herself in the Great Hall, where she promptly took a seat at the Gryffindor table beside Ron and Harry, who were arguing about Quidditch over pieces of toast.

"Morning!" Hermione sang cheerily.

"Hi, Hermione," said Harry. Ron didn't say anything.

"Hi, Ron," said Hermione slowly.

Little by little Ron turned his head to face her, and said, "Are you happy about Malfoy being in our Common Room all the time?" he asked.

Hermione, slightly surprised, replied, "No. But he needs to be with his family,"

"So you don't mind that much?" asked Ron, who was getting red in the face.

"No," said Hermione slowly.

"WHAT in the world do you females see in that pesky, stupid, great bloody DRACO MALFOY?" roared Ron.

"Ron! Calm down!" Hermione said, looking alarmed.

"But what is it that makes you people faint when he walks in our classrooms?" said Ron, his voice that of an innocent child, asking about something so simple it was almost funny.

"Ron, don't ask me," said Hermione firmly. "I don't like Draco at all."

"ARGH!" Ron yelled, slamming his head on the table, covering his ginger hair with both arms. "There you go again, see? You said his first name!" said Ron, his voice slightly muffled.

"Honestly!" Hermione cried, her voice rising as well. "Just because I don't like someone, does that mean I'm not allowed to say their first name? Why can't you just get it Ron? Maybe I don't love him but I don't think he's the scum of the earth!"

Ron raised his head off his arms. His face was extremely red.

"But Herm, I-" he began. (A/N: Oh guess what he was gonna say. I dare you)

"No! I don't want to hear it Ron Weasley, just leave me alone until you're mature enough to talk with me about valid, significant things!" shrieked Hermione, getting up from the table and wheeling around, stalking quickly back to the common room.

Once inside the Common Room, upon giving the Fat Lady the password ("Pelican Feathers"), Hermione stormed over to a chair near the fire and threw herself into the red material. Once she had cooled off considerably she looked into the roaring flames and tried to figure out boys. After about half an hour the portrait hole opened and Harry strolled in, followed by a very red-faced Ron. Harry looked slightly mad, as though he had given Ron something new to think about, and Ron looked embarrassed. Hermione ignored them both. But this failed; Ron came and stood in front of Hermione, his jeans blocking the view of the fireplace.

"But I love you Herm," said Ron.

Hermione looked up slowly. Tears filled her eyes.

"Oh no," said a voice from the other side of the room. Ian could be seen skidding up the staircase before Draco came and stood between Ron and Hermione like some sort of director. "You're not supposed to say it like that Weasel," said Draco.

"W-What?" asked Ron shakily.

"You do it like this," said Draco, kneeling down in front of Hermione. Looking back up at Ron he said pointedly, "I hate to look like an insufferable prick, but-"

"You must hate every moment of the day then," said Ron shortly.

"-But I need to do this," continued Draco. Before Hermione knew what was happening Draco was kissing her.

It was wonderful. It was as though everything else vanished, by complete instinct Hermione's hands went for Draco's hair. The sleek, blond strands drifted through Hermione's hands like vines through the forest. Draco's tongue encircled her mouth, breaching her lips with a gentleness that wasn't possessed by any other being Hermione knew.

Then it all stopped, Draco inched away, gasping for breath, and then he lowered his mouth to hers again. In that second before he began to kiss her again Hermione's eyes met Draco's and everything vanished again as the grey pools told her to relax, that he would make everything okay. But suddenly, Ron's fist came out of nowhere and punched Draco's head. Hermione gasped, and put a hand to her now wet mouth. She had just kissed Draco. Uh ooh. Ron began to kick the life out of Draco but Hermione was already on her feet,

"Petrificus Totalus!" she yelled. Ron was on the floor, lifeless as a doll. She stepped toward Draco. The bastard was grinning.

Taking Hermione in his arms again he looked deeply into her eyes before saying, "Should we take up where we left off?" Hermione saw Ron's eyes widen in fear on the floor. She stepped out of Draco's grasp and looked at him, her eyes brimming with tears,

"How could you?" she asked tearfully before tearing off up the stairs sooner than Draco could even be surprised. Draco knelt down and performed the counter-curse on Ron, who stood and shook Draco's hand after performing a rather effective cleaning spell for Draco's punch-bruise. (A/N: I know the handshake was very OOC for both of them, and I understand that would be more of a Harry thing to do... But Hermione/Draco is the ship for this fic...so I had to add Ron as a complication, and Harry as a worried Bestest Buddy!)

"Women," said Draco, shaking his head.

"Is she a good kisser?" asked Ron.

"Yeah," said Draco. "I need to see her," he continued. Then, catching the look on Ron's face he added, "don't worry!"

Draco left with a swish of his robes.

Hermione lay face down in her bed, with the covers over her head. When she heard the door open she suspected it to be one of the girls,

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," a male voice answered. Hermione ripped back the covers to find Draco sitting on the edge of her bed, looking terribly solemn.

"Out!" cried Hermione, pointing at the door.

"Listen, Hermione-" began Draco.

"Out," repeated Hermione from the bed.

"Hermione I-"

"Get out-"

"Hermione I'm sorry!" said Draco exasperatedly.

Hermione stopped arguing. She stopped everything for a few minutes, sitting there to marvel Draco sitting there for a moment longer before she realised he was waiting for a response.

"Apology accepted," said Hermione icily.

"I was wondering," began Draco, "if we could just...start again, you know, be friends?"

"I would like that, Draco," said Hermione, smiling. "Just promise you'll never kiss me again unless I give you permission,"

"Deal," said Draco, laughing. "Come on, I believe Mr Weasley has something he needs to say to you,"

"He didn't hit you hard, did he?" asked Hermione anxiously.

"Not hard, it was swelling but he fixed it," said Draco, getting off the bed.

"Okay, I'll get changed, go downstairs I'll be there in a minute," said Hermione.

"Alright," Draco replied, leaving the dormitory with a snap of the door.

Hermione stood and jerked on some clothes, a dark green and red butterfly-sleeved top, and low-rise jeans. It was a Saturday afternoon, no one cared that she was wearing muggle clothes. Pale light streamed through the window to Hermione's right, illuminating her jewellery box encrusted with diamonds. Hermione loved that jewellery box, it had been a going away present from her grandma. Or, grandmama as Hermione used to call her when she was small and grandmama was alive.

Upon jerking the rest of her outfit on, Hermione crept to the door and stole away down the stairs. Her footsteps creaked on the carpeted staircase, the room smelled of wood and fire (from the fireplace), and as she approached the last steps she spotted Draco and Ron sitting in armchairs near the fire. People, it appeared, had milled in from breakfast in Hermione's absence upstairs. Strolling toward the boys, Hermione smiled. The scene was just too perfect, a completely embarrassed Ron, and a serene Draco.

"Oh hello again," said Hermione loftily, sating herself in a squishy armchair.

"Hi, Herm," said Ron, his ears going red.

"Hello," Draco said.

There was an extremely awkward pause. Well, there was one for Ron and Hermione anyway, Draco was a Malfoy, he just could not be awkward, that would be ludicrous.

"Uh..." Ron said, breaking the silence.

"Oh out with it Weasley!" exclaimed Draco suddenly. "I didn't come here to be bored to bloody death you know, not that I was expecting much, among Gryffindors..." he added.

Hermione shot Draco a glance.

"You two will shake hands," she began. "And so will Harry when he gets back from wherever he is,"

There was another very pregnant pause.

"But-" began Ron suddenly.

"No." Hermione stated.

"Well then, I'll just be-" Draco began, standing.

Hermione shot him a Glare O' DeathTM, "You will stay here and wait for Harry with us," she said, her eyes narrowing steadily.

"No hope is there?" asked Draco hopelessly, directing his question toward Ron.

"Nope, no point," Ron replied, shrugging.

"I don't think she's got a human heart, you know?" Draco said.

"Why?" Ron said, apparently taken aback.

"Because that glare she can shoot at you..." Draco faked a shiver. "It can melt you if you're under it long enough,"

"Or turn you to stone," Ron added, smiling.

Hermione smiled.

Boys will be boys.