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Chapter 1: Bloody Hell, Hermione!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing in Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does, I just own anything you
Author’s Note: This is my first fanfic, so please please please read, rate, and review so
that I can see how I am doing. I hope you enjoy the first, somewhat angst-y chapter!
Two silhouetted figures, a boy and a girl, stood outside the entrance to the Slytherin
common room. The young man stood on the left, a tall skinny figure with his hair slicked
back. He had his hands on the girl’s hips. The young woman had her hands on his
shoulders, her face lifted towards his.
A closer look revealed that it was Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger. It was one in the
morning and Hermione had snuck out to meet Draco, as requested on his behalf.
“We need to talk,” Draco said softly, a serious look on his face. Hermione jolted out of
her little dream world and looked worried.
“About what?” she asked nervously. This relationship was quite shaky at times, and she
didn’t need any extra stress from it, what with extra schoolwork for NEWT’s and all.
“Well... we can call this a relationship, right? This thing we have?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Then why shouldn’t everyone know?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that if we’re going out, and we love each other, why not tell people?”
Hermione sighed. “Draco, we’ve been through this. Harry and Ron-”
“Ah, yes, Potty and the Weasel.” He snorted. “I hear about them every time we have a
conversation, do you know that?” He lifted his arms up in exasperation. “Sometimes it
seems like you care for them more than me.” He dropped his arms to his sides, his eyes
shooting daggers into Hermione’s.
Hermione withdrew her hands from his shoulders. “They have been my best friends since
first year. We, on the other hand, only started going out at the end of sixth year. That’s six
years going on seven, up against a couple months. I value their opinions, and frankly, they
“Of course not.”
“Then act like it. Do this for me. At least tell Harry and Ron about us, and I’ll tell Crabbe,
Goyle, and Pansy.”
Hermione sighed again, this time with a not-so-subtle hint of saddened resignation. “I’ll do
it. But only for you.” She grinned slyly. he grinned back, even more slyly, as he pulled her
towards him into an intense kiss. She pulled away after a moment.
“I need to get some rest. Beauty rest, you know.”
“You’ll always be beautiful to me.”
Hermione turned away towards her own common room and smiled as he said that. Draco
often said clever, charming things like that, but Hermione often wondered if they were
always said in sincerity...
She went to sleep that night thinking of ways to break the news to Ron and Harry.
At breakfast the next morning, Hermione waltzed into the Great Hall with a dreamy smile
on her face. She didn’t feel like smiling, of course, but it was all part of the plan. Harry
and Ron would just be dying to know what she was so happy about, and then Ron would
ask what Hermione knew he would...
“What’s the big grin on your face for, eh, Hermione?” Ron asked, right on cue. “Found a
boyfriend, have you?” In Ron’s mind, the key to happiness was snogging.
Harry looked up from his Yorkshire pudding, a questioning look on his face.
“Well, it’s funny you should say that...” Hermione began to pile food on her plate. “I
suppose I do have a boyfriend.”
Ron guffawed heartily. “Oho, our Hermione’s found her a man, eh, Harry?”
“Yes, it looks that way, doesn’t it?” Harry replied, a strained look on his face. “Who’s the
lucky guy?” His heart had just been slammed inside a blender.
“Oh, no one special really.” She paused, dreading this moment with every fiber of her
body. “Just Draco Malfoy.”
Someone had just turned the blender on full blast, tearing his heart into tiny little pieces.
Ron and Harry’s mouths dropped open. Ron was the first to speak after that little
“Bloody hell, Hermione,” he croaked.
“Thank you ever so much for the congratulations , Ron. Your encouragement is greatly
appreciated,” she replied nonchalantly, hiding her own heartbreak.
Harry wasn’t entirely sure if his vocal cords could work properly.
“When- how- why- Malfoy, for Pete’s sakes... Bloody hell, Hermione!” he finally spat out,
Hermione looked close to tears by now. Disapproval from her two best friends... it was
almost than she could bear. She took a deep breath and spoke, the warning of tears with
“I know you don’t like him, oh what the hell, you hate him, loathe him, can’t stand him,
whatever! But I care for him alot, I might even love him, and I just really hope that
someday you can accept that!” She got up and ran out of the Great Hall, sobbing.
Draco watched Hermione run out of breakfast crying, but instead of feeling pity, he was
disgusted. She’s too much of a softie, he thought. He snapped out of his deep thinking at
the sound of Pansy Parkinson’s ruthless snickers and Crabbe and Goyle’s
“Wonder what she’s crying about, the little Mudblood,” Pansy giggled.
“I believe she’s had a fight with Potty and the Weasel about something,” Draco said
“How would you know?” she sneered.
“Perhaps because they are fighting over me.”
Pansy’s mouth dropped open, her usually smug pug-like face turning incredulous. “You?
How could that happen? They all have a crush on you at the same time?”
Draco rolled his eyes. The thought of Harry and Ron being gay and in love with him made
his stomach churn. “No, Pansy, they are fighting because I happen to go out with the
lovely creature Hermione, and Harry and Ron don’t like it. Or don’t approve of it, either
Pansy snorted. “You? Go out with her? Oh my gosh. How... revolting....”
Crabbe and Goyle snickered, but quickly stopped when Draco shot them a look.
“Cut the crap, you guys. I think Hermione can definitely be... one of us, if you know what
I mean.” He grinned slyly, a expression quickly becoming his trademark. “It will just take
some, ah, work.”
“I have my doubts,” Pansy started. “But I think you’re right.” The same sly grin crept over
her own face, ensuring that Hermione was in for some hard times...
Author's Note: I know, I know, this is an incredibly short chapter... but I thought this was a lovely cliffhanger... *evil laugh* Reviewreviewreview and there will be more!
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