WARNING: The following story is rated M for sexual description, violence, alcohol use and foul language. Reader's discretion is advised. ;)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own any other characters in J.K. Rowling's original series. I merely am here to demonstrate a different approach to the plot, characters, and overall experience in the world of witchcraft and wizardry.
Author's Note: Before you being to criticize my writing, I am here to tell you that I am not entirely following the plot of the stories. This story takes place after the 6th book, and Dumbledore DOES survive. Voldemort is also entirely exterminated. Also, I'm not new to FF – I just wanted to take a different approach to the stories I write. Before, I have written love stories between Hermione and Ron, Hermione and Harry, and Ginny and Harry. Now, I'd like to take a different angle for a whole other audience of readers; Hermione and Draco love stories. The characters are two completely different people with different lives, and this fascinates me to somehow combine their complicated lives into one involving love, lust and passion. I tend to write a lot of sexual scenes, for future reference. Enjoy my first HG/DM story!
Head Boy, Head Girl
Hermione Granger ran her delicate fingers over the spine of the book she had read a billion times and gazed out the window. The trees flew by as the Hogwarts Express sped through tunnels, forests, and fog, yet the never ending ride seemed to bring a new sense of calmness to Hermione. Not only would seventh year be the most exciting year of her life at Hogwarts, it would be a year of peacefulness as well. The Horcruxes had been destroyed, Dumbledore and Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort once and for all, and everyone was finally at ease with their lives. The Death Eater's, we the exception of a three who had found their way into Azkaban (including Lucius Malfoy) had all been killed in the battle for Voldemort's survival. Finally, young witches and wizards attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were able to enjoy their years learning the ways of their future.
Smiling as the thoughts ran through her mind, Hermione glanced at the three people who sat across from them in their compartment – the three people she had grown to love and live with. Ron Weasley, the boy who had continuously attempted to win her heart over and always failed, had finally given in to the fact that they would always be friends, and smiled up at Hermione as he felt her eyes on him. His fiery red hair skimmed over the top of his eyes and fanned out behind his ears, giving him the boyish and innocent look he definitely did not make up for in personality. Harry Potter sat beside Ron, a board of wizard chess shared on their laps as they called out moves here and there. Harry was finally able to be calm about everything in his life, now that his one threat had been killed three months ago. He had also gained parental custody, somehow, from the Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and was welcomed to stay with them this summer rather than the Dursley's. His jet black hair remained untamed, and grew more unruly until it was hardly eligible to make out his piercing green eyes at times. Holding the free hand of Harry was Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister and Harry's blissful girlfriend. She was the most beautiful of all the Weasley siblings, with her long more strawberry-blonde waves and light blue eyes that sparkled behind her freckle-dusted nose. She beamed at Hermione before continuing to read the Daily Prophet.
"Something wrong, 'Mione?" Ron asked, distracted by her concern which allowed Harry to murmur a cheat to the board. A white marble king came crashing down onto a black marble pod, causing Ron to jump and glare at his defeat.
"Nothing at all, Ron. I'm completely happy," she said, smiling as her hand ran through her mildly-tamed brown curls.
"Good. Want to go get me some Chocolate Frog's from the trolley?" he questioned, handing Hermione a few galleons as his eyes remained focused on the board.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Does anyone else want anything?" she asked. Ginny shook her head, and Harry wordlessly handed her a small stack of galleons.
"Surprise me," he finally murmured. Hermione stood up and pushed the glass door of the compartment open, glancing up and down the aisles for any signs of the trolley. It was perched at the end of the hallway, and Hermione began to walk down.
"Lost, Granger?" a familiar, cool voice cooed behind Hermione. She turned to meet a pair of deep, steely blue eyes set under a neat yet untidy mass of silvery blonde hair. Immediately, she knew it was Draco, but there was something different about his once-arrogant and boyish self. He had changed over the summer. His arms were noticeably thicker and more toned, even through his robes she could see that, and his dress shirt clung to his ripped stomach, hugging at the remarkably muscular frame of his body. A slight tan crept along his once-pale skin, giving him a charming glow that she had never seen in him before. He looked breathtaking, gorgeous, and beautiful.
"Something catch your eye?" he chuckled, crossing his arms over his broad chest. Hermione lifted her soft brown eyes to his, realizing she had been staring at his stomach, and beamed with a half-hearted smile.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" she snapped with a grin.
"Nothing, really. Just letting you know that there's a Head Boy, Head Girl and prefects meeting at compartment one in five minutes," he said, grazing his fingers over his Head Boy badge. Hermione gulped. There was no way in hell that Dumbledore had made Draco Malfoy, son of Death Eater Lucius Malfoy, a Head Boy. Was there?
"Well, uh, I'll see you there then," she said, turning her back to him again. Draco gazed down at her feminine figure, the curve of her hips making his heart flutter, and the softness of her waves circling around her shoulders. There was much more beauty in Hermione that Draco had never seen before, that childish fullness to her face had grown out to prominent cheek bones. She was a woman, with amazing womanly features.
"Something catch your eye, Malfoy?" Hermione purred, glancing back over her shoulder at Malfoy with a sexy slyness in her eye. He grinned and shook his head, accepting the defeat of being known that he was checking out Mugglebreath. Although, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of lover she would be, the noises she would make, the pleads she would cry out for him as he lowered and lowered his kisses to places where she needed him to kiss her. He violently shook his head, summoning those thoughts out. It was Granger, after all.
Once Hermione had purchased a handful of treats for Ron and Harry, she made her way to dump them off and, without another word, summoned herself to the front of the train, to compartment one. She peered inside, groaning at the sight slightly. Draco was perched on the end of the one seat, his one leg delicately rested on his other knee, and his hands balled up into fists at the middle of his thigh. The Slytherin prefects, Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini, sat across from Draco, tightly squished into the seat by the two Ravenclaw prefects, Padma Patil and Terry Boot, who sat across from the Hufflepuff prefects, Susan Bones and Ernie Macmillan. Considering compartment one was the largest passenger compartment on the train, it seemed extremely crowded with the seven people who were already sat in there, and three more to join – Hermione, and the two Gryffindor prefects, Colin Creevey and Parvati Patil. Taking a deep breath, Hermione pushed the glass door open and walked in.
"Hello, everyone," she said warmly. Everyone glanced up at Hermione, pausing their conversations, before continuing on. Draco was the only one who welcomed her with a smile, very unlike him, and she sat herself down between him and Susan Bones. She took a deep breath and glanced around the compartment as she waited for Colin and Parvati to show up.
As if on cue, the two stumbled into the compartment and, finding there were no more seats, chose to lean against the door. With everyone present, Draco lowered his leg and rested his forearms on his knees while Hermione folded her hands into her lap and smiled at everyone. "As you all know, we've been given a wonderful duty by Dumbledore to patrol the hallways of Hogwarts, and maintain a healthy lifestyle at school. As you all know, I'm Hermione Granger, Head Girl. This is Draco Malfoy, Head Boy." Draco lifted a hand and grinned at Hermione, raising an eyebrow as he let her continue on with her speech.
"I'm rather surprised that a majority of you are in seventh year, as far as I know, but perhaps Dumbledore has decided that most sixth years are not mature enough to be prefects." Hermione gave an apologetic smile to Colin, before continuing on. "I'm here to tell you that when we arrive at Hogwarts, the ceremony of entry will begin with the first years sorting, followed by dinner and then prefects will be escorting their houses to their dormitories. After first years are settled in their new environment, we will be meeting back in the Great Hall at 8 o'clock sharp for Dumbledore's speech, followed by showing us to our new dormitories. Any questions?" Hermione took a deep breath and smiled around, glancing from each student to the next.
Nobody said a word.
"Well then!" Draco chirped up, rubbing his hands together. "Uh, we're arriving in less than five minutes, so go change and get the hell off the train." He grinned at the Slytherin's and shook hands with Blaise before escorting everyone out of the compartment, leaving Hermione to stare after him bewildered.
Was Malfoy just mildly nice to me? And to everyone else? That's weird, she thought, furrowing her brow as she watched Draco come back in.
"Look, Granger," he said. "This isn't going to be the most super-fun-fantastic year of our lives as long as we bicker with one another. So let's just try to get along, alright?"
Hermione arched one perfectly-manicured eyebrow at Draco and shrugged. "Fine by me, but since when were you so Mr. Nice-guy with everyone?" she questioned.
When I found out I was in love with a Mudblood named Hermione Granger. "I just think it's for the best, for all of us. Don't be so hostile with me, Mugglebreath." Draco lifted himself off the seat across from Hermione and fixed his robes. "The train's slowing down. You better get back to your pathetic-o's before they cry over where you left." And with that, Draco turned his back on Hermione and exited the compartment. Hermione blinked furiously, racking her brain for some sort of thought as to why this was happening, when the train slowed to a stop.
"Now that dinner is over, I am pleased to ask the Prefects of each house to accompany the first years up to their dormitories for the evening. Second years to seventh years may re-familiarize themselves with the school until 9 o'clock, when I will ask all houses to be in their common rooms or dormitories until classes tomorrow morning." Dumbledore lowered his arms, summoning that the speech was over, and took a seat in the centre of the staff table. The sorting was finished, and dinner was being cleared as the Prefects from each house stood up and guided the first years to their dormitories.
"What are you up to, Hermione?" Ron asked as he licked the chocolate from his fingers, watching his plate clear from the scraps.
"Well, I have to meet back here at 8 o'clock, and considering there's only ten minutes until then, I figure I'll just stay back here and read or something," she said, reaching into her book bag and bringing out Hogwarts: A History, setting it out in front of her. "You guys can go, I'll meet up with you for wizard chess later."
Harry glanced at Ron, who shrugged and lead Ginny out of the Great Hall, laughing and joking with one another as scattered trails of Gryffindor and other house students left the Great Hall. Hermione sat crossed-legged on the bench with her back to the table, ignoring Dumbledore's sparkling eyes on her and that suspicious feeling that someone else was watching her.
Timidly, she lifted her eyes and glanced around the Great Hall. Padma and Parvati had finished showing the first years to bed, and were hovering side by side at the Ravenclaw table, murmuring quietly to one another with their long dark braids brushing the bench. Hermione glanced over her shoulder and immediately whipped her head back forward as her eyes had met Draco Malfoy's.
Please, don't make him come over and talk to me, she pleaded in her head. It was too late.
"So, Granger. Seven million times wasn't enough to really understand that book?" he said, seating himself on the bench next to her.
"If you don't mind, Malfoy. I'd like to finish this chapter," she spat, turning the page and realizing that the chapter had already ended. Draco chuckled.
"Remember what I said earlier, Mugglebreath?" he murmured. "I'd like to keep it that way. Let's at least be somewhat civil this year, no matter how much you may hate it." He grinned and circled his strong arm around her delicate shoulders. "Deep down, we all know how much you want me, though."
Hermione snorted a laugh and daintily pinched the fabric of Draco's robes between her thumb and index finger, tossing his arm back into his lap. "In your dreams, Malfoy," she cooed, turning with her back to him and curtaining her long brown waves between them.
As the minutes ticked by, the Prefects made their way back into the Great Hall for the final meeting of the evening with Dumbledore. Once Pansy and Blaise had finally stumbled in, Dumbledore glided down from the staff table and stood at the end of the Gryffindor table, where everyone had seemed to gather around. Hermione closed her book and shoved it back in the bag, eager to hear Dumbledore's orders.
Dumbledore lifted his half-moon spectacles to gaze around the Great Hall, where a pair of each house colour met his eyes. He beamed at them all before clearing his throat. "As you know, you have been selected as Prefects for specific duties of responsibility through the school. First off, I shall begin with the expectations of the Prefects." Dumbledore turned his attention over to the Ravenclaw table, where the entire house Prefects had gathered around. "Prefects are expected to patrol the corridors and hallways of the school between the hours of 9-10, 10-11, and 11-12 during the evening. Houses will take turns in these patrols, which will be appointed by the Head Boy and Head Girl. You are all expected to be in bed by midnight at the latest, and will maintain order in your house common room. As Prefects, you are also given the ability to deduct points from houses. These actions will only be conducted if the student is entirely responsible for such punishment.
"Head Boy and Head Girl." Dumbledore turned his attention to Hermione and Draco, who sat side-by-side at the Gryffindor table. "Seeing as you two are the seniors of the Prefects, you are responsible for assigning duties to the Prefects. You have the same duties as the minors, however, you are allowed to stay up until 1 a.m. Consequences will be made for any inappropriate behaviour from you two, but I have no worries." With a smile, Dumbledore clapped his hands to summon Fawkes, who circled the tables quietly. "Now, if you will all follow Fawkes, he will show you to your new common room and dormitories. Your duties will begin tomorrow evening. Have a good evening."
Hermione shoved her book into her book bag and swung it over her arm, beginning to lead to the front of the Great Hall. Malfoy jumped up right behind her and ran to catch up.
"Excited?" he asked, tucking his hands away into his pockets.
"For?" questioned Hermione, keeping her eyes in front of her at all times.
"Being a Head Girl. I mean, why shouldn't you be? You get to work with the Slytherin Sex God." Malfoy grinned at his pet name, circling his arm around Hermione's waist. She grimaced and moved it away.
"Right…" She focused her attention to the Prefects behind her. "Come on, pick up your pace! We need to get to our dormitories right away to discuss our duties for tomorrow." Malfoy merely grinned, and followed Hermione out of the Great Hall with the Prefects trailing after him.