Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling was the brilliant writer who created the world Harry Potter and the rest of the characters that live in it, not me. I do not own any of it except the plot is original and mine. The only thing of value I have is my computer, which is very old and practically worthless.
*~_The Unexpected Death Eater_~*
*~_Chapter One: The End And The Beginning _~*
Hermione Granger walked through the deserted halls of Hogwarts as tears streamed down her cheeks. Most thought it was because Albus Dumbledore was dead, that was only half of it. She was so overwhelmed with grief because her lover, Draco Malfoy, was a Death Eater. What made it worse was today, the day of Professor Dumbledore’s funeral, was the anniversary for the first kiss they shared.
Hermione hadn’t even known. He denied it the only time she had asked him. And she, the supposed ‘brightest witch of her age,’ had believed him and never brought it up again. She couldn’t believe she had fell for his stupid lie. How could he have deceived her when he was supposed to love her and tell her everything like she had done him?
Hermione walked into the cold and empty library and continued to the very back isle of books. Where it had all started, where it all began. The only way one could truly understand is start from the beginning, which is exactly what she is going to do….
Hermione walked into the last isle of the library very early in the morning on the last day of her fifth year at Hogwarts. She still had yet to find out what that awful Death Eater had struck her with and it was driving her mad! She sighed and continued her search.
No one was even in the library, not even Madam Pince. It was still dark outside except for the light of the not yet raised sun. She held her wand in front of the many books before and read their names by the wand light.
Suddenly she heard a crash and her head jerked up instantly, her senses alert as ever since the attack at the Ministry Of Magic. Then she heard the soft voice of a male, “Damn it! … Lumos.”
She froze and whispered, “Nox” as quietly as she could. She saw the light at the end of the isle emerge and she raised her wand, ready to fight. She was slightly surprised to see Draco Malfoy walking towards her as she lowered her wand.
He smirked when he saw her obvious fright disappear from her face. “Well what do you have here? It’s little Miss Mudblood! Are you saying good-bye to your precious books?” he sneered.
Hermione rolled her eyes and glared at him. “Give it a rest Malfoy! Mudblood this and Mudblood that! Think of a better to say!” she snarled maliciously. Malfoy just smirked at her knowingly.
“And why should I do that? This obviously aggravates you. And there’s nothing else I’d rather do than upset you,” he sneered. Hermione huffed and thought of something to say that Malfoy never would have expected.
“So you’re saying that I’m your number one priority? If I didn’t know any better I would think you were obsessed with me or better yet infatuated with me,” she said and it was her turn to smirk because Malfoy flushed slightly.
“That’s ridiculous!” he said but his cheeks began to flush even more. Hermione figured it was only because he was angry but she decided to use it for all it was worth.
“You do! You like me don’t you!” she giggled and watched his face flush even more and his eyebrows.
“No of course I don’t! You’re a filthy Mudblood! The idea of that is disgusting!” he said, as he seemed to get angrier by the minute.
“Then why, may I ask, are you blushing if you don’t like me?” she said as she began to laugh as he got the angriest she had ever seen him. Being unable to control herself she burst into a fit of giggles as his cheeks flushed scarlet.
“You don’t believe me? Well I’ll prove it!” he said as his voice turned into a deep, slightly frightening, growl.
“Oh you can, can you? And how is-” she began but was rudely interrupted when Malfoy put his arm around his waist and his lips captured hers in very heated, passionate, kiss.
She gasped giving him an advantage to her open mouth. His soft experienced tongue entered her mouth and caressed her own. He put his other hand behind her head and tilted it upwards so he could have better access. He backed her up against the shelf roughly and grinded up against her. Her instincts took over completely and she rapt her arms around his neck, entwining her fingers in the bottom of his silky hair.
Somehow he had awoken things inside of her that she hadn’t known existed. She felt like ever nerve, every part of her was on fire. Burning for his heated touch. A small moan escaped her mouth, bringing them both, apparently back into reality. They both pushed away from each other.
Malfoy crossed his arms as a smirk wiped the stunned expression off his face. “See? Nothing. I felt nothing. I told you I didn’t fancy you,” Malfoy said arrogantly. He didn’t sound very confident or convincing. It could have been because he was breathing heavily or that he was shaking slightly.
“Right. Nothing,” Hermione said than ran as fast as she could away from him and the library towards the common room. The sun had already began to rise and half of Hogwarts was probably awake and about by now.
When she reached to common room Harry and Ron were waiting for her. “Where have you been?” Ron asked, standing up.
“Library,” she said as casually as she could. She was trying to breath deeply as unnoticeably as she could so they wouldn’t think anything was the matter. As she had always known, Harry and Ron weren’t the easiest best friends to fool.
“Hermione … Are you alright? Your cheeks are scarlet but you look really pale. Do you feel sick?” Harry asked, as he too, stood up.
‘If only Harry really knew how sick I feel,’ Hermione thought inside her head. “Oh I’m fine,” she said quietly as they left the common room.
The rest of the trip to the Great Hall it was peaceful except for the concerned looks Harry and Ron kept shooting Hermione.
Once they had entered the Great Hall, Hermione instantly felt someone’s gaze upon her. She kept her head down as she sat at the table. Hermione knew for a fact that the pair of eyes belonged to a certain blonde haired Slytherin. The same, in fact, that she had shared a steamy kiss that morning.
‘It was not steamy,’ a voice told her quietly inside of her head. ‘Oh yes it was,’ one said in a singsong voice. ‘NO it wasn’t!’ a voice said getting angry. ‘You two were all over each other! You can’t deny that you and him both enjoyed it!’ a voice said dreamily. ‘NO WE-’
“Enough!” Hermione yelled slamming her fists on the table. Everyone around her turned to stare at Hermione as she sunk down on the bench in embarrassment. She sighed and stood up as her cheeks flushed.
“Hermione?” Harry and Ron said in unison, and very cautiously.
“I’m fine!” Hermione insisted. “Look, I’m going to go for a walk and clear my head. I’ll be back in a little while.”
She turned on her heel, and still keeping her eyes away from the Slytherin table, marched out of the Great Hall and into the Entrance Hall.
“Bloody Hell,” she muttered as she walked towards the Gryffindor common room. “I’m loosing my mind.“ She leaned against the wall and slid down the cold stone. She put her face in her hands. She sighed into her hands and sunk down a little lower. A few minutes later she heard voices and stood up. She looked around the corner to see Draco pinning Pansy against the wall.
“Drakey, what’s-” she began but never finished. Draco attacked her mouth with his own experienced and soft lips. Hermione’s eyes widened at the sickening site. She was about to turn away until Draco opened his eyes. He was still in mid kiss but stared into Hermione’s shocked filled eyes.
Hermione spun around and started walking towards the common room as fast as she could. For some reason she had tears in her eyes as she reached the Fat Lady’s Portrait.
“Inerae,” Hermione told The Fat Lady solemnly. The portrait hole opened and Hermione strode upstairs to gather her things.
“Why am I even upset?” she asked herself angrily. ‘Because you want him all to yourself,’ a little voice whispered inside her head.
‘I do not!’ another argued back. “No more arguing! I’m sick of you two!” Both the voices stopped and Hermione sighed, relieved. Then feeling worse then she had that morning she left her dormitory to board the Hogwarts Express.
*~_And End And A Beginning_~*
(AN): Congratulations! You have read the first chapter of my story! Thank you for reading and please review! If you leave an unkind comment I will laugh in spite of you! Here’s a teaser from the next chapter! Enjoy!
“Well? Aren’t you going to say anything?” she cried. But what Hermione soon found out was that what he wanted to say could not be expressed in words. Malfoy’s mouth descended upon her own and he pulled her body against him.
“Get off me!” she yelled, pushing him away. He staggered back and fell over from surprise because that was the first time that Draco Malfoy had been rejected. He scrambled to his feet as she spoke, “Don’t ever touch me again!”
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