Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or anything about them. I am not J.K. Rowling. My name is Brittany.
A/N: This is my third attempt at writing a fanfic. This was originally the flashbacks of another story that I wrote but then it took a life of it's own.
The Book and Poofs
It was the first day of school, September 1st, and all of the students were boarding the train. The platform was packed.
Hermione made her way through the crowd, trying to maneuver her trunk through all of the students. Finally she made it to the front of the train where the prefects cabin was. She was so happy that she had a spot saved for her, since she was running late; a first for Hermione Granger. She bumped into a particular platinum blonde as she forced her way through the crowd.
"Stupid Mudblood bitch," he muttered as he watched her get on the train. She didn't hear him, in fact, she hadn't even noticed him.
When she was on the train and everything was packed away, she sat down, waiting for Ron. He would be there the last minute as always.
A few minutes later, the door slid open but it wasn't Ron, it was Malfoy.
"Morning Granger," he said in a cruel voice.
"Morning Malfoy," she bit back, mocking him.
"Where's your red-headed slave boy?"
"If you're talking about Ron, he isn't here yet."
"Well, I hope he gets here soon, because I can't stand another minute of being here alone with a Mudblood." He was actually thinking that he would like to be here alone with her. She was so…different. She developed some curves, and she was wearing a red halter top that was accenting the top half nicely and a pair of tight jeans, accenting the lower half.
"You are such an ass, Malfoy."
"I know, I try," he said, smirking.
The compartment door slid open and Ron came in.
"You're on time, good. I was afraid they were going to leave you," Hermione said.
"Yeah, well, I was talking to Harry and…can you help me with this?"
"Of course," said Hermione, thinking about how cute he was. She had liked him for a long time and was hoping that he would realize his feelings soon.
Hermione helped him with his trunk; they finally got it packed away as the whistle blew. This whole time Draco just sat and watched the two love birds with a smirk. He sat with his feet up on the seat next to him. When they had finished their task, he pulled out a book and started reading.
When Ron finally got a chance to actually look at Hermione he noticed the same thing that Draco had.
"Wow, Hermione, you look…different."
"Is that good or bad?"
"It's good. You look beautiful."
"Thanks," she said with a giggle. This made Draco very sick. But he had to admit, she was beautiful.
The compartment door opened yet again and this time it was Blaise Zabini, the second most handsome seventh-year.
"Hey Draco, can I talk to you a minute?"
"Yeah, sure," Draco replied nonchalantly.
He got up and put his book down on the seat, then he walked out of the compartment, but Blaise wasn't moving, his glance had been caught by the Gryffindor that he had come to hate.
"Blaise, did you want to talk to me or not?"
"Oh yeah," said Blaise, snapping back to reality. He slid the door closed then started to walk down the aisle with Draco following close behind. When they reached an empty compartment, they went in and Blaise shut the door.
"Wow, Granger is fucking hot," he said loudly once the door had closed.
"You noticed too?" Draco said softly.
"Yeah, holy shit, did you see those…" he put his hands in front of his chest.
"Yes, I did, now what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Oh, er…I forgot, actually."
"Well, that was pointless," Draco said, leaning back against the side of the compartment.
"Yeah…" Blaise said offishly; he was staring into space.
Draco clapped his hands in front of Blaise face.
"Yo, Zabini, snap out of it."
"Huh, oh sorry, I was just thinking."
"Yeah, about how good she would be."
"You need help, she's a Mudblood Gryffindor."
"I know, but just think..."
"I don't want to think about that."
"Why not? Are you gay?" Blaise asked loudly.
"Well, I was just making sure."
"I'm going to go back to my compartment now. I don't feel like…not…talking to you anymore."
"Right, I'll just be here."
"I'm going to have her," Blaise said suddenly.
"I am. She's mine."
"You know you want to, too."
"No, I don't. I'm leaving you here to fantasize about her."
With that Draco walked back to the prefect's cabin. When he got back Hermione and Ron were giggling.
While Draco was gone, Hermione had picked up his book to see what he was reading; it was some romance novel. She could never imagine Malfoy reading a romance novel. She saw it and started cracking up.
"What?" asked Ron.
"Look at this."
"What is it?"
"It's Malfoy's book."
"Malfoy is reading a romance novel?"
"Yeah. Isn't that funny?"
"Oh gods, do you know how much we could make fun of him for this?"
"Can you just imagine that, him reading that? He's a poof, isn't he?"
"I can see how that would be possible, except that he is the resident 'sex god.' Meaning he has slept with at least a couple of girls in the school."
"Well, he's reading this, that can't be very manly, can it?"
"I don't know, you can learn a lot from them," he said, putting the book back down on the seat.
"You've read one, haven't you?" Hermione asked, incredulous.
"…no…" Ron said meekly.
"Oh, yes you have, you're a poof."
"No, I'm not!"
"You know, you and Malfoy should go out."
"That's gross, he's probably already dating Zabini. That's probably where they went, off to snog." They both started laughing.
"You know what's funny, I can actually imagi—" She didn't get to finish because Malfoy had just come back but Ron got the point and they both began giggling uncontrollably.
"What are you two laughing at?" Draco asked with fury.
"Nothing," they both answered, still giggling.
"Right," he said. Then looking over at his seat and realized that he left his book on the seat. "You think it's funny, do you?"
"Yes, actually," Ron replied.
"Well, I'm not gay if that's what you think."
"We didn't doubt that," Hermione added.
"So are you?"
"No, I am not a poof."
"Okay, we believe you," Ron said sarcastically.
"You two are so annoying."
"I try," said Hermione, mocking him from earlier. She was not going to take any crap from him this year.
He made a sarcastic smile then sat back down with his book. Hermione and Ron decided to go leave, they wanted to find Harry.
"If you tell Potter about this, I swear that you two will never see the light of day again," Draco said as they left the compartment.
They left and started laughing again. They made their way to Harry's compartment, he was sitting with Ginny, Lavender, and Parvati. They walked in and then proceeded to tell them everything that had just happened.
"He's a poof?" Harry asked.
"Well, he was getting very defensive about it, like he didn't want to admit it," Hermione answered.
"Yeah, I think he was off snogging with Zabini," Ron chimed in.
"You guys know that he's not gay," Ginny said.
"Yeah, he is way too hot to be gay," Lavender seconded
"And he has been with too many girls to be gay," Parvati tried to get the point through to them.
"Maybe it's just a cover," Hermione said.
"No, he cannot be gay, he's Draco Malfoy," said Ginny.
"Yeah, a prick that we have hated since first year," Ron blurted out
"That doesn't mean he's gay. He may be a little off, but gay?" Ginny argued
"Okay, I'm going to prove it to you that he's gay," Hermione said happily.
"And how are you going to do that?" asked Ron.
"I'm going to try and catch him and Zabini in the act."
"You're going to follow him?"
"Yes, I'm going to get him in the worst way, if everyone knows that he's gay, then his reputation will be ruined."
They talked about the plan and how they were going to make fun of him so bad when they told everyone. By the time they were done talking the lunch trolley had already been by. Ron decided that him and Hermione should go back to the prefect's cabin, so they walked back, only to find Malfoy asleep on the bench with his book on his chest.
He looks so peaceful when he's sleeping, thought Hermione.
I wish I had a razor, then I could just shave his eyebrows off while he was sleeping, thought Ron.
"Hey, Hermione, do you have a razor?"
"Yeah, in my trunk. Why?"
"Can I use it?"
"I want to shave off his eyebrows."
"No Ron, you are not going to do that."
"Because it's mean."
"So is he."
"That's true, but that is really mean, at least wait until Colin is in here with a camera first."
"Do you want me to go get him?"
"Sure, I'll get the razor."
"Oh, no you don't," said Draco, who had been listening to their whole conversation.
"Damn it, he woke up."
"I was awake the whole time, Weasel. I was trying to sleep and you disrupted me."
"Oh, I'm sorry," said Ron sarcastically, making Hermione giggle more.
She is so in love with him, why don't they just go out? Thought Draco as he watched Hermione giggle at Ron's stupid joke.
"Just leave me alone, I'm trying to sleep."
"Why should we do that?"
"Because I want to sleep."
"Do you think we care about what you want to do."
"No, but you will care when you are in so much pain that you can't breathe."
"Oh, and I bet you're the one that's going to do that?"
"I will, now leave me alone to sleep."
"Why don't you go sleep with your boyfriend, you poof."
"I AM NOT A POOF."
"Oh no, did I make you mad? You know, you aren't all that bad without your body guards here, Malfoy."
"And you have no courage unless you have your little girlfriend there Weasel."
"She is not my girlfriend."
"Well she should be, you two are so head over heels for each other. Just get a room, would you?"
Hermione had stopped laughing, she wanted to see Ron's reaction to this, but it seemed that he wanted the same from her. Ron took a deep breath and looked back at Malfoy.
"I am not head over heels." This crushed Hermione slightly, she just wanted to yell out, 'I love you, Ron.' But she couldn't. She was too mad at Malfoy, who was grinning from ear to ear.
"Sure," Draco said as he lay back down and closed his eyes.
"Ron…" Hermione said softly.
"Ron, I love you."
"Yes, I have forever, but it's okay if you don't feel the same way."
"No, Hermione, I do, I love you, too, I just…" But he was cut off by Hermione's lips. She had wrapped her arms around his neck and attacked his lips with hers.
"You two make me sick," Draco said with his eyes still closed.
"Shut your mouth, Malfoy," Ron said, before going back to kissing Hermione.
A/N: All right, I am going back through all of my earlier chapters and fixing them, when I'm done, hopefully the story will make a little more sense and have less grammatical errors.
Love and Lemons