Posted On: October 28, 2006

Updated On: September 28, 2020

World: Head Boy/Girl - not HBP compliant - Everyone's Alive - the war is still ongoing - AU go with it.

Renamed: Was formerly titled "Good or Bad"

Part 1

Hermione awoke to rays of sunlight gleaming through the window of her Head Girl dormitory. She stood from her bed, grateful once gain to have been given the Head Girl position. She had worked hard for six years and the private room was one of the best perks of the position. She drew back the curtains to the window and watched the sunrise above the horizon. From her vantage point she could see the outline of about half of the castle.

It was a daily routine she had fallen into since the first day off her seventh year. Five months later and the her morning ritual was still one of the highlights of her day. She was determined to enjoy and take advantage of it for the last five months of her Hogwarts journey. From Muggle London to the magical hills of Scotland, she had come so far since she learned she was a witch.

She glanced at the clock and sighed, times up. She stood and headed to per private bathroom, showering quickly before dressing and leaving her private sanctuary. In the Heads' Common Room her eyes traveled over the two sofas, fireplace, bookshelves, and desks. She hoped to see the Head Boy but this morning had no such luck. Sighing, she accepted that she would have to wait to see Draco later tonight. He was bound to have planned something up for the two of them; he'd never admit it but she knew he was a hopeless romantic.

She entered the Great Hall happily and snuck a look towards the Slytherin table spotting Draco next to Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise. She walked to the Gryffindor table and seated herself between Harry and Ron.

"Good morning you two. It's beautiful outside today." She gazed up to the enchanted ceiling which mimicked the sky outside the castle.

"Why are you so cheerful, Hermione?" Harry grumbled, throwing a breakfast roll onto his plate.

"Oh, come on mate, chin up. You have a few singing cards to look forward to today," Ron said in a mock serious tone. Harry sent him a death glare.

"Being chased around all day by musical greeting cards sent by giggling fourth years honestly isn't as fun as it sounds." Harry always seemed to be a target for young hormonal teens on this particular day.

"Honestly, today will be great," Hermione said brightly.

"Who's got you so cheerful?" Ron raised a questioning eyebrow. Harry looked at her as well, wondering who she was referring to as well.

"Oh, no one." She tried to keep a blush from appearing on her cheeks. "I just meant in general, for you two and the girls." Both Harry and Ron gave skeptical looks but shrugged. Boys.

"So, what have you planned for tonight?" she asked, diverting the attention from herself.

"I'm taking Lavender to Hogsmeade for dinner. I made reservations at a pub for the two of us," Ron shrugged. "She wanted to leave the castle. Figured we'd take a walk after."

"I'm setting up dinner for us in the Room of Requirements. Dobby said he'd fix up some food and bring up candles." Harry blushed at his words, giving a side glance to Ron who was trying to keep a neutral face. Hermione smiled genuinely, finding it cute how he still got embarrassed talking about Ginny in front of his best friend.

"Harry, you're my best mate," Ron started kindly, "But if you do anything to my baby siser-,"

"We will be sure to keep the information from you," Ginny interrupted Ron as she took a seat at the table next to Harry, kissing him on the cheek lightly.

"Good morning." Harry perked right up at the sight of his girlfriend.

"What about you Hermione? Have any plans for this evening?" Ginny asked politely, but Hermione could see the shadow of a smile.

"Nothing exciting. I'll probably stay in my common room to avoid the couples around." She gave Ginny a 'look' that said "ha-ha funny" and Ginny just smiled innocently.

"Sounds just magical."

Hermione shook her head and collected her rucksack from the floor. "Time to get to class, boys." Hermione was off before they even realized she was leaving.


Hermione tapped her fingertips against the desk impatiently. It was the final class of the day, double Transfiguration. Time was passing dreadfully slowly and while she usually would be paying rapt attention to the lesson she just couldn't find it in herself to care today. She desperately wanted to see Draco, already missing him and anticipating whatever he had planned for the evening. She had caught sight of him earlier in the corridor, but as usual they to ignore each other. They made brief eye contact but that was the extent of their interaction.

It wasn't that they were ashamed of their relationship, but the consequences of their relationship if the public found out was not something they were ready to face. The Malfoys were renowned for their support of Voldemort and while Draco himself was not keen to follow in his father's footsteps, it was still expected of him. They knew they would both be put into life-threatening positions when the time came. For now they were at Hogwarts and able to keep up appearances without any negative outcomes. And, although they were both fairly open about their feelings, Hermione still wasn't sure if she was she truly in love with Draco. Yet. They had been together for four months now and there was so much history and the future was uncertain. It was a heavy topic they tried to avoid. Eventually they would have to talk, but today she just wanted to enjoy what they had.

When the classroom began to empty Hermione was eager to get back to the common room.

"Fairy Wings," she announced to the portrait and the door swung open. She slipped through the entrance impatiently and pushed the door closed behind her, hearing a complaint from the portrait about under-appreciation of some sort.

She looked around optimistically and found the room empty again. She frowned, but walked up the narrow staircase to her room and found a small piece of parchment lying on her bed. She snatched it up greedily.

Don't go to the Great Hall for dinner.

Meet me in the common room at 6:00.

Dress comfortably.

-Draco


She glanced at herself one last time before exiting the bathroom. As Draco had requested, she had dressed herself in a pair of comfortable walking shoes, tight muggle blue jeans, and had chosen a white halter top. She charmed her hair to fall to her mid-back in soft waves. Although she didn't use it often, she decided to put a small amount of makeup on her eyes and hoped it looked nice. She grabbed her jean jacket and headed to the common room to wait.

It was only a few minutes later when a there was faint knock on the main door of the common room. She walked to the door, curious, wondering if this was part of the surprise. As soon as it opened she realized that, no, it was not. Harry and Ron stood in the corridor smiling.

"Hey!" she said with false enthusiasm, trying to shield herself from their view behind the door. Unluckily it didn't work.

"Oh, you look nice," Harry said hesitantly, not expecting Hermione to have changed out of her school robes.

"Are you going somewhere?" Ron asked suspiciously, pushing the door open gently.

"Oh, er, no," she lied nervously. "What bring you here?"

"We wanted to see if you'd be interested in doing a picnic lunch tomorrow with the four of us," Harry said nicely. He looked at Ron expectedly and there was a long pause. Ron was trying to look past Hermione into the common room to see if anyone was inside. Harry nudged his friend and Ron jumped, remembering that was his 'cue'.

"Oh yeah, we feel bad that you aren't going out tonight so we can hang out tomorrow," he said quickly, but he still looked suspicious.

"That sounds lovely. Thank you for thinking about me. I'll meet you in the Gryffindor common room before noon tomorrow." She smiled at the boys, a little nervous as Ron kept glancing behind her. Not that there was anything to see, but still. Harry nodded.

"Er, okay, well I've got a lot of studying to do. You two had better head downstairs now," she said nicely and gripped the side of the portrait door, as if getting ready to shut it.

"See you tomorrow." Harry waved and grabbed Ron by the arm, dragging him away.

"Bye!" he said loudly, halfway down the corridor. Hermione cringed a little, feeling guilty for the lie but also knowing it was necessary. It's just for now, she told herself.

"Something wrong?" Draco's voice finally met her ears and she turned to look up at him. He was just exiting his bedroom. Hermione smiled, her heart starting to beat a little faster. She missed him and it hadn't even been a full day - Merlin she was in trouble.

"No, it was just Harry and Ron. They invited me on a picnic tomorrow since they think I'll be alone tonight." Hermione started towards him and he met her halfway. "I'm so glad to finally see you." Their lips met and it felt like calm. She sighed into him.

"You look beautiful," he said, looking directly into her eyes as they parted.

"Thank you." She kissed him lightly again. "You look dashing as well.

"I know." He winked and Hermione swatted his arm playfully.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his hand holding hers still. His eyes hadn't left her since he entered the room. Hermione nodded and smiled.

"The portkey will be activated in about thirty seconds, so grab on." He held out a quill that he withdrew from his pocket. Hermione was shocked, looking down at the quill.

"How did you get a portkey?"

"I'm a Malfoy," he said with a smirk and she rolled her eyes playfully in return.

"Oh, of course, how silly of me to forget your superior privileges."

Draco smiled and looked down at his watch. "Three, two, one," Draco said lightly and in the next moment they were whirling through space to their destination.


Harry and Ron were walked down the hallway, both with different thoughts on their mind after seeing Hermione a few minutes earlier.

"What d'you think she up to?" Ron asked. He wasn't stupid and nor was Harry, and it was most frustrating to him that Hermione thought they were oblivious to the lying.

"Clearly she is going out tonight and was embarrassed to tell us about it." They walked in silence for a moment, an eerie thought coming to both of them.

"Yo-you don't think…Malfoy?" Ron asked hesitating with every word, as if it were a taboo to speak it aloud.

"Hermione with Malfoy?" Harry made a face. "No way. Hermione is smart. She wouldn't, not after everything he's said and done. It's probably a Ravenclaw or... even if it is a Slytherin, it wouldn't be him."

"Think about it, Harry. Why would she keep it a secret?" Ron was getting more sure with each step they took towards the Great Hall.

"Er, I don't know Ron. Like I said, it could be another Slytherin," he said, still not convinced. "I can ask Ginny about it tonight. You should go meet up with Lavender now, you may be late," Harry reminded him.

"Bollocks, yeah. Don't forget to ask her," Ron said before heading to the front entrance, his attention shifting from Hermione to Lavender easily. Harry sighed, furrowing his brow. He really hoped Ginny had an answer for them.


Hermione looked around curiously. She was in another common room. There were a couple sofas, a small side table, a small kitchen area, and a… microwave? And a refrigerator? She did a double take and caught sight of a television upon her second look. She turned around, bewildered, ready to ask Draco where in the world they were but found him missing.

"Draco?" she called out a bit frantically. She had just been portkey-ed to who knows where and Draco was missing. When she heard the sound of a curtain from behind her whipped around and watched as it magically parted and the view from the window was revealed. She let out a stunned gasp.

It was a beautifully decorated balcony, complete with a round table for two with a candle centered on top. The balcony was littered with rose petals, as was the floor beneath her feet. She exited the room and walked onto the balcony, taking in the view. She was in awe. The city stretched beyond where her eye could see - there were millions upon millions of lights, and the building towered over them in every direction.

Suddenly an arm entangled around her waist and Draco was whispering into her ear, "Do you like the view?"

"It's amazing, Draco," she breathed, leaning backwards into him

"Look down." His arms stayed around her when she leaned forward slightly. It was high. She could hardly see the street and she had an uncomfortable sense of vertigo, causing her to step backwards into him.

"Draco," she chastised and he smirked. "You know full-well I don't like heights!"

"How could I forget? You never want to go flying with me," he pouted. "But I enjoy seeing you squirm." His smirk remained plastered onto his face and he leaned forward to kiss her cheek. Hermione fought back a smile and turned around to face him fully. His lips met hers and they finally had a few moments to take each other in. She never felt so comfortable with anyone and she was aware of the irony that it happened to be Draco Malfoy that made her feel this way. Her hands tangled into his hair as their kiss deepened and his hands cupped her bum. She made a little noise when he squeeze and they broke the kiss as he chuckled.

"Draco Malfoy!" she laughed and he wiggled a brow. She smiled and he backed away, holding onto her hand to pull her towards the table for two.

"This looks lovely. And, the view, Merlin..." Her eyes wandered back to over the railing and to the skyline.

"Your seat," Draco said charmingly, pulling out one of the chairs for her.

"Did you see all the funny things inside? I think it's called a camera… the large black box near the bed."

"That would be a television," she giggled. "You need to take muggle studies."

"Yeah, that'll be the day," he snorted.

"Fine then, I'll have to teach you myself," she persisted. Draco gave her a serious look and then nodded slowly.

"Okay." Hermione just smiled. Sometimes she forgot how far he had come. They maintained their intimate eye contact for a few more moments before Hermione went back to mooning over the view.

"I love London," she sighed happily.

"I tried to get a portkey to New York, but rigging a portkey to allow international traveling from Hogwarts is a much more difficult than you would suspect." Hermione laughed at this.

"On the contrary, I imagine it would be nearly impossible to figure that out."

"Touché," he said with a nod.

"Draco, I just don't know what to say." She was glowing with happiness, staring out as the final rays of sunlight were disappearing from the sky. It was still only February and the sun set relatively early still. She imagined a warming charm was on the balcony to keep them from being cold.

"You don't have to say anything, I wanted to do this for you," he said honestly. "But the food is going to get cold if we don't eat soon." Draco gestured down at their plates and she realized there was already a spread on the table for them.

"Draco, this is amazing. You are amazing," her eyes were watery from the sincerity. "I am so lucky to have you in my life. I'm so happy for everything we've been through and... how much you've changed. And I'm so proud of the man you've become."

"I'm lucky you were willing to give me a chance."

Flashback

He was sullen. That was the only way to describe it. He still snapped at her, called her names, and was overall unpleasant - but when he wasn't throwing out insults he just looked sad.

The first month of seventh year had been the hardest. Typical insults of 'Mudblood' , 'prat', 'ferret', and 'know-it-all' were their daily addresses to one another.

It became second nature for them to insult one another, and then sit in the common room silently while they did their own schoolwork. It was odd, sharing a common room with your enemy while completing all of the same schoolwork every day. It was slowly becoming a companionship of sorts. On the night he wasn't there it wasn't that she was bothered she was alone, but she was curious why he wasn't there with her.

It was an evening in Autumn, when the weather was still nice but on the cusp of frosting, that the duo had their first real interaction that pressed the boundaries of their relationship. Hermione had been studying, as she always did, when Malfoy came barreling into the common room like a hurricane. She had never see him so emotional. The portrait door slammed and she sat up immediately alert.

She watched as he lost it. The bookshelf was pushed, the table upturned, the pillows thrown across the room: he was having a fit.

"Malfoy!" she stood up and lifted her wand in preparation of something.

"Mind your own damn business Granger!"

"What's happening, what's the matter?" she asked sternly, trying to use the severity in her voice to calm him. He just stood there, shaking. His fury was in the air.

"I want to help," she said, hating to see anyone this distressed. No, she didn't like him, but clearly something was wrong and he was intent on destroying their common room as a coping mechanism.

"You can't help me," he snarled. He kicked the overturned table but headed for his dormitory. Hermione follow after him quickly. He was done in here, which meant he was going to destroy his room next.

"Please, just tell me what is going on." She debated urging him to calm down and not destroy things, but in her experience telling someone to 'calm down' was never a good idea.

"This has nothing to do with you." He stopped walking and spoke through gritted teeth, his back turned to her still.

"No, perhaps it doesn't. But you've just destroyed our common room and if I leave you alone I have a feeling your bedroom is next." She was closer to him now, just a meter away. She spotted a piece of parchment gripped in his hand tightly.

"Get away from me, Granger."

"Accio Letter," she said sharply and the parchment zoomed into her own waiting hands. She heard Malfoy curse and walk towards her but she was already reading by the time he got to her. She jumped away, eyes on the letter.

Mr. Draco Malfoy,

We regret to inform you that on the eve of October the 14th Missus Narcissa Malfoy was admitted into the Janus Thickley Ward at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Mrs. Malfoy has presented symptoms of an unknown origin and must remain in stasis until further research can be performed. We request your presence in order to grant and advise permissions on behalf of Mrs. Malfoy regarding her long-term care.

The paper was pulled out of her grasp. Hermione looked up to see a sinister-looking Malfoy glaring down at her.

"Mind your own bloody business you nosey bitch." He was inches from her, his face twisted in rage. "Do you understand me, Mudblood?"

She remained silent. His shoulders were shaking and Hermione looked at him, alarmed.

"Malfoy, you're dealing with a lot and I can only imagine how difficult-"

"Shut up!" He stomped away, heading towards his room. Hermione began to follow after him.

"I'm here, Malfoy, if you ever need to-," his door slammed shut, "talk."

End Flashback

"Although your insistence can get grating at times... I am glad you didn't give up on me," Draco said honestly. Hermione smiled.

"Yes, I was quite patient despite all of your temper tantrums," Hermione said in a lofty voice.

"Tantrums?" he scoffed. "You were being nosey."

"Yes. Lucky for you," she snarked, using his own words against him.

They continued their meal with easy banter. They stayed away from heavy topics and tried to focus on each other and what made them happy. When the outside world was brought up was when the conversation fell off, but they both did their best to steer clear of those topics. They discussed school, dreams, careers, and values. Surprisingly, a lot of their most basic values were very similar. Aside from his fanatic pureblood views they had similar childhoods. Nannies, daycare, and lots of books. Both of them were only children and both of them had parents that absolutely adored them.

"That was delicious, Draco," Hermione said, scooting her chair backwards so she could stand.

"Well I am a fantastic chef."

"You did not make that," Hermione said incredulously, her jaw slacking. Draco Malfoy cooking a meal?

"No, you're right. I was just teasing." Draco laughed.

"And here I was about to keel over in shock," she feigned a fainting spell.

"I'll catch you, don't worry." His eyes sparkled as he reached for her again now that they were both standing. He pulled her closer and hugged her to him. They enjoyed the closeness for a moment before it was back to business.

"Now, we've got to stay on schedule." Draco kept hold of her hand and pulled Hermione back into the room. He directed her towards the fireplace and removed a small pouch of floo powder from his pocket.

"Here you go," he held out the bag and Hermione gathered some of the dust into her own hand.

"Follow my lead."

"Okay," she said nervously, but she was mostly excised.

"Clearview Pub." She saw him smirk one last time before he disappeared behind the emerald flames. Hermione stepped into the fireplace and took one final look around at the beautiful room. Draco must have paid a fortune to rent the room for the few hours they'd had dinner. She sighed happily and repeated after Draco.

After being jostled around a bit Hermione found herself being ejected from another fireplace quite like the one she had just stepped into. Before she hit the ground of the new room a pair of strong arms caught her.

"Always there to catch m-," she began flirtatiously before stopping abruptly when she realized that the arms around her did not belong to Draco. This other man was quite tall, though not as tall as Draco himself, with dark brown eyes, tanned skin, and light brown hair. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white polo.

"Oh Merlin I'm terribly sorry! I mistook you for someone else." She blushed furiously. "Thank you very much for catching me."

"It's not a problem miss…?"

"I- I'm Hermione," she stepped away from him and extended her hand, putting a bit of distance between them.

"I'm David," he grasped her hand leaned forward to place a kiss on it, making Hermione balk. This wasn't exactly appropriate for Valentines Day. And where on Earth was Draco? She looked around nervously.

"While I appreciate your kindness I am actually here with my boyfriend. He arrived just a few moments before me. Did you happen to see where he went? Blonde hair, grey eyes..."

"Oh. I apologize for my forward behavior. I shouldn't have assumed someone as beautiful as you was alone on Valentine's Day." He released her hand. "I haven't seen him. I didn't see anyone enter before you. Then again, no one else fell into my arms." He said playfully. Hermione laughed awkwardly - he was charismatic and was flirting with her. While the attention was nice it was reaching the line of inappropriate after she had already made her intentions clear.

"Since your boyfriend is no where to be found perhaps I could take you out for the evening instead?" Hermione's face fell instantly.

"That is extremely inappropriate and I don't appreciate-,"

"Aw, c'mon Granger. Live a little," he smirked. A Malfoy smirk. Hermione's face fell and she let out an exasperated sigh.

"Oh my goodness," she said shaking her head, relieved. David began to pout.

"Why on Earth have you changed your appearance, Draco?"

"We can't have people seeing us together once we're in public."

"But we're in Muggle London, we don't even know anyone."

"Hermione, as much as I would love to show you off to the entire world - Muggle and wizarding - we just can't do that now. Its not safe." He looked genuinely upset by the fact and Hermione sighed. She knew how much he hated that it wasn't safe for them. If they were spotted by anyone it could lead to a life or death situation. Truly, she knew why this was necessary but it was a sad truth she didn't like to admit.

"I'm going to feel very awkward holding hands with a stranger," she said resolutely. "Luckily he is as fit as, if not more fit than, my actual boyfriend."

"How dare you!" Draco wrapped her up into his arms and tickled her sides lightly. She shoved him away, laughing happily, and he ended the tickle-attack with a very loving hug and a kiss on top of her hair.

"Alright, alright. No kissing with that face," Hermione said with a scrunched face. "I may end up falling for him."

"Not a chance!" Draco said with a wave of his hand. He gripped her hand and started pulling her towards the entry. They were in what looked to be a muggle business lobby. A wizarding travel point in Muggle London.

"I have some potion for you too, if you decide you'd like some." She contemplated his offer before shaking her head. "No, I don't think I'll need it. Even if someone from the magical community spots me it won't matter; I'm Muggle-born," she said, brushing off the matter. "Now, let's go, David."

"Alright, alright." They exited the lobby and onto the busy evening streets of Muggle London. "I figured we could just shop and explore. Perhaps you can show me around. I've never been... er, here."

Hermione nodded and held his hand tightly. His person's hand wasn't quite as large as Draco's, but the muscle memory was his and the grip still felt similar.

"There are a few wizarding shops scattered about the area that only magical folks can see," Hermione said smartly. Draco nodded, interested.

"Oh no Draco! I don't have any Muggle money and the banks are closed after five..."

"Don't worry about money. I've got it covered." She gapped at him.

"You went and got Muggle money?" He nodded. Hermione felt an overwhelming wave of gratitude and pride. It was something so small and simple, and so un-Malfoy, that the sentiment was not lost on her. Not only did he choose to plan a date in the middle of Muggle London, but he went to a bank and exchanged Muggle money, which also means he must have researched how to use Muggle money. Hermione stared up at him, beaming.

"Draco, thank you. Thank you for learning how to do all of this for me. Thank you for being open-minded and coming here with me. Thank you so much." She stared at him lovingly and with pure gratitude.

"You are making this no-kissing rule nearly impossible, with looks like that," Draco said in a low voice staring at her with dark eyes.

"More for later." She winked and licked her lips, smirking.

"Dammit, Hermione..." He sighed and shook his head. This woman could very well be the end of him.