Ok, this is my first shot at a Harry Potter fic, so don't be mad if I screw some facts up. I'm an avid reader, so I read a lot of different kinds of books. It's been almost a year since I've read all the Harry Potter books, which I plan to read again before the sixth book comes out (I can't wait:D). Any mistakes that readers point out I will gladly correct, unless someone is a pooh and yells at me :(

This is, as advertised, a Hermione/Draco fic, for all intensive purposes, though it will be unlike any on this site (or at least I hope so :P). I've read some Hermione/Ron and some Hermione/Draco, and I love both scenarios, though in Rowling's world I would want Hermione with Ron.

Ok, enough blabbing. On with the fic!


Chapter One: The Discovery

Head Girl Hermione Granger walked briskly through the Gryffindor common room, ignoring her closest friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Earlier in the week they had collaborated on a prank with Fred and George, embarrassing her in front of the entire house. To be fair, she had expected it, what with how much time they had spent at the twins' joke shop the week before. But she wasn't about to let them know she wasn't mad just yet. Another day and they would know just how embarrassed she had been.

As the porthole behind her closed, she heard Ron's stunted apology. The porthole opened and he rushed out, grabbing her arm. Harry was quick to follow, the same remorseful look painted across his features. She felt slightly guilty, enjoying their regret so much.

"Please, 'Mione," Ron begged, pulling her into an awkward forced hug. She took a step back and eyed them both. "It was all in good fun. Fred and George gave us a right good scare with the same prank. We didn't think you'd be so miffed. Honest."

She turned her attention solely to Harry.

"He's right, Hermione," her dark-haired friend said, reaching for her hand. She allowed him to take it. "It wasn't supposed to hurt you."

"Hurt me?" she laughed. Harry shrunk back, releasing her hand. "Sorry," she said, a small giggle still behind her voice. "You guys didn't hurt me. I don't much like being embarrassed, that's all." She yanked them both into a quick hug. "Next time," she warned.

"No next time," Ron assured her, holding her just a little longer before allowing her to go off to her usual Sunday morning Head Girl/Boy meeting. It was never something either party looked forward to.

"So," Harry said, shoving his hands in his pockets as they made their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. "You think she's figured it out yet?"

Ron's face couldn't have been redder if it was covered in paint.

"What'd'you mean?" he murmured. They both took their respective seats, ignoring the exceptionally loud hum of voices. Today was a Quidditch match. Gryffindor versus Slytherin. The turnout promised to be outstanding.

"I mean, Ron, do you think Hermione knows you fan—"

"Got it!" Ron practically yelped, clamping his hand over Harry's mouth. "And no," he sighed, slouching a little. "At least I hope not…"


"So mudblood," Malfoy said, getting straight to the insults. They were, as usual, left alone in an empty classroom to discuss the letters both had received the following evening. Teachers were usually never involved in things as trivial as their current assignment, and therefore they stayed in the shadows until they were needed. "What do you plan to do about this?"

"Me?" Hermione scoffed. She was sitting as far away from him as possible. "We're in this together, Malfoy."

"I don't know the first thing about shit like this. Girls, and especially muggles, are better suited for these things."

"I can't do this by myself, Malfoy!"

"Fine," he sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Then what in Merlin's name could I do? I'm not what you would call humble."

"That's plain enough."

"What then?"

"I don't even know where to begin, alright?" she snapped. If he hadn't been used to her shortness with him, he would have been startled. No one, save Hermione and her two cohorts, dared talk to Draco Malfoy that way. "Things like this take a lot of time and planning, and especially cooperation. We have the perfects at our disposal, but the bulk of the load will be on OUR shoulders. I suggest we call for a meeting Tuesday night. And don't make some excuse that you have Quidditch practice, because I know for a fact that Ravenclaw practices are on Tuesday nights."

"Is your speech finished yet Granger?"

She stared him dead in the eye and nodded.

"Yes, Malfoy, I'm quite done. You can leave me alone now."

Without so much as a second glance, he exited the room. Hermione slumped in her seat and sighed almost painfully. The Yule Ball was one of the most looked forward to and dreaded happenings at Hogwarts. And this year, she and Draco Malfoy would be planning the entire thing.

She prayed that she would make it through the holidays without tearing her hair out.


"The Yule Ball?" Harry sighed, stroking Hermione's head that lay in his lap. Ron sat beside them, uncomfortable to say the least. She was, of course, very affectionate with him too, though it was always slightly awkward between them. With her and Harry it was smooth and—dare he think it—perfect. He couldn't shake the feeling that maybe they were not meant to be.

"Yup," Hermione groaned, closing her eyes. Just when she thought her stress levels couldn't get any higher, she was assigned to do the impossible. Cooperate with Malfoy. "Want to start taking bets for who kills who first?"

"Look at it this way. The Yule Ball is in two weeks, right?" She nodded, relishing silently in the gentle massage being applied to her scalp. After the day she'd had, she needed it. "After that, there aren't any real big things the Heads can work on together. Besides, you'll have the perfects to help."

"Yeah," she sighed. She opened her eyes and smiled up at Harry. "I suppose you're right. I'll just have to tough it out."

"Exactly." He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then carefully slid off the couch, gently holding her head and placing it where he had been sitting. "Now, if you'll excuse me, Ginny and I are going for a walk."

"They're so adorable," Hermione cooed as he walked off to join Ginny at the porthole. They disappeared through it a moment later. "Don't you think, Ron?"

Ron nodded, his eyes seemingly permanently fixed on the blazing fireplace.

"Ron, is something wrong?"

He looked up and forced a smile. I love you, he thought. That's what's wrong.

"Long day," he said after a moment, not lying entirely. "I'm beat." He yawned and stood, offering Hermione his hand. She took it without hesitation, though that old familiar uneasiness consumed them both and their hands separated immediately once she was to her feet.

They walked in silence towards the boy's dormitory; she always walked Harry and Ron to bed, seeing as boys were not allowed in the girls' rooms. Upon arrival, Hermione could no longer keep her thoughts to herself.

"You know you can tell me, Ron," she said.

He played dumb.

"Tell you what?"

"Ronald Weasley," she scolded, shaking her head. "If you don't have the guts to tell me you like me, how is our relationship going to work?"

For a moment he was too stunned to move, let alone speak.

"I—" He began, but was cut off promptly as, for the first time, their lips made contact. Instantly they melted into each other's arms, deepening the kiss until neither could stand it any longer. "Hermione," he whispered into her flowery sweet hair. "I can't tell you how long—"

"I know Ron. I know. Me too…"

That night they laid awake in Ron's bed, whispering under the covers, completely blissful in their newfound relationship. Sometime during the night they fell asleep in each other's arms. No one in the room was the wiser of her presence until the next morning. And by breakfast, the whole school was abuzz with news of their romance.


"Well," Hermione said as the last perfect exited the room. "That was easier and more painless than I thought it would be."

Malfoy only shrugged.

"We need to look over these notes, you know."

"I know," he groaned, snatching up the first piece of paper he saw. "Yule Ball Theme Suggestions," he read. "Under the sea?" He rolled his eyes and tossed the paper away. "The perfects are getting less and less qualified as the years go by. Damn Dumbledore's wits are going quicker than I thought."

"Please, Malfoy, don't make this take longer than it needs to."

"Why? Do you have a date with Weasel?"

"My private life is of none of your concern. But to answer your question, I want to get out of here as quickly as possible because the sight of you makes my stomach turn."

Malfoy rolled his eyes.

"Stupid mudblood…"

"Malf—" But before she could finish, something caught both their attention. Down the hall, in another empty classroom that was used mostly for storage now, they could hear raised voices. More specifically, Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall.

Ignoring their task at hand, Hermione and Draco crept quietly out into the hall and towards the source of the obvious argument.

"I simply do not understand why Hogwarts must guard this!" McGonagall sighed. "It has been proven time and again that this school is not a safe place for such things."

"I agree, Headmaster," Snape said, though quite a bit less enthusiastically. "We can't afford to let it fall into the wrong hands."

"But where else can it go?" It was Dumbledore's voice now. "Until I can find another more secure location, it stays here."

"But Headmaster!"

"Minerva," Dumbledore said, his voice calm yet commanding. "That is the best I can do."

Hermione and Malfoy looked at each other, confusion clearly written on their faces. What on earth could they be talking about to get the professors so worked up? Not a moment later they were running down the hall towards the classroom they were supposed to be in. Once inside, they let out a deep breath, seemingly together, their backs pressed against the door.

"What do you think—" Hermione began, but Malfoy already had the answer brewing.

"Tomorrow night, Granger," he said, his tone foreboding. "One AM. I'll be outside your house. We're going to find out what exactly the teachers think they can keep from us." She was about to protest, when he added, "Unless a mudblood like yourself doesn't think she can pull it off."

"Watch your tongue, Malfoy," she warned. "I'll be there."

"Brilliant," he said, a dark laugh behind his voice. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow night then. Sweet dreams, Granger."


Well, that was Chapter One. Hopefully it was long enough to get you readers to come back for Chapter Two :)

Note: Unlike a lot of Hermione/Draco fics, I did not put them in a "Head Room" together. I don't know if there really is one, but in my fic there isn't. It just didn't make any sense to me…Also, I know it seems like Hermione and Ron getting together is a big leap, but its 7th year, and their relationship has been brewing for a long time.

Note2: Yes, I am aware that this is a Hermione/Draco fic. That part will come in due time. Trust me :D

With all that said, please review!