So this is a parallel look at the Harry Potter books. I wanted to write a Draco/Hermione story, but still use the original plot.
I'm mainly focusing on Goblet of Fire and Half-Blood Prince. Everything in bold is a direct quote from the books – which I don't own, no matter how much I tell myself :)
"Hermione, Neville's right – you are a girl..."
"Oh, well spotted," she said acidly.
"Well – you can come with one of us!"
"No, I can't" snapped Hermione.
"Oh, come on," he said impatiently, "we need partners, we're going to look really stupid if we haven't got any, everyone else has..."
"I can't come with you," said Hermione, now blushing, "because I'm already going with someone."
"No, you're not!" said Ron, "you just said that to get rid of Neville!"
"Oh, did I?" said Hermione, and her eyes flashed dangerously, "Just because it's taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn't mean no one else has spotted that I'm a girl!" Ron stared at her. Then he grinned again
"OK, OK, we know you're a girl," he said, "That do? Will you come now?"
"I've already told you!" Hermione said, very angrily, "I'm going with someone else!" and she stormed off towards the girls' dormitories again.
"She's lying," said Ron flatly, watching her go."
"She's not," said Ginny quietly.
Ginny followed Hermione up the dormitory stairs and went into the 4th-years' bedroom
"So, you're not telling Harry and Ron then?" she said.
"No, I know what they'll say. They hate him." sighed Hermione.
"I thought you did too"
"So did I, but then we started talking in the library when I was researching house elf rights. He's not as bad as he seems"
"I'm not sure 'Mione, Malfoy? You could've gone with one of the Beauxbatons boys, or Viktor Krum. Didn't he ask you?"
"Yeah he did, but I'd already said yes to Draco" Hermione blushed.
"Oh, so it's Draco now?" Ginny giggled.
"Hey, at least I'm not going with your brother! Have you seen those dress robes!?!"
Hermione avoided Harry's questions as they walked down to the Great Hall the next morning. She sat down to receive quizzical looks from Parvati and Lavender. There was no way that she was telling them. She helped herself to some toast and took a sip of her pumpkin juice.
"Hermione – who are you going to the ball with?" said Ron. He kept springing this question on her, hoping to startle her into a response by asking it when she least expected it. However, Hermione just frowned and said, "I'm not telling you, you'll just make fun of me."
"You're joking, Weasley?" said Malfoy, behind them. "You're not telling me someone's asked that to the ball? Not the long-molared Mudblood?
Draco strutted off, leaving the trio very angry – especially Hermione. Why had he said that? She knew that they had agreed to keep everything quiet, but this was a little out of hand. She got up and followed him into the entrance hall.
"I bet you 5 Sickles that she'll punch him again." Ron muttered to Harry.
Hermione grabbed Malfoy's arm and dragged him out into the school grounds. He looked utterly perplexed as she turned to face him, practically shaking with anger.
"What the hell was that?"
"What the hell was what?"
"I know we're meant to be a secret but why did you have to go that far? You know I hate you calling me a Mudblood."
A faint shade of pink came to Draco's marble-like cheeks as he took her hand.
"I'm sorry Granger, I just was thinking that. Well, don't ever tell them I said this but Potter and Weasley aren't stupid – they'd know something was up if I was being nice to you. Maybe just Potter actually, Weasley is pretty dumb."
Hermione couldn't help but laugh. A cheeky smile spread across Malfoy's face, she couldn't help but melt inside. But she was supposed to be angry. She composed herself.
"I'm still not happy with you Draco. You really frustrate me sometimes!"
"Yeah, but you love me really." he murmured, pushing her against a tree. Hermione almost hyperventilated as he moved closer, brushing his lips against hers. His lips parted and she tasted his bitter-sweet breath. They heard a quiet cough from behind them. A girl with long ginger hair was stood behind them, arms crossed and toe tapping.
"Erm, Hermione?" she said sternly.
Draco jumped back quickly and smoothed his robes, looking at Ginny.
"Don't worry, she knows." Hermione giggled.
"So, much for a secret..." he sighed, "See you later, Granger."
Malfoy swooped in and kissed her lightly, turned and walked back into the castle. Hermione watched every step he took, while Ginny nearly fell over due to laughing.
"I can't wait to see their faces tomorrow night!"
Hermione woke on Christmas morning to find a small pile of presents at the end of her bed. The traditional box of home-made fudge and a pale blue knitted jumper from Mrs Weasley, a box of sugar-quills from Ron and a book about the myth of divination from Harry. She laughed to herself as she flipped through the pages. Her parents sent her a note to say that they'd added some more money to her Gringott's account, and Ginny had given her a new bottle perfume. There was one box that lay unopened in the pile. It was small; and neatly wrapped up in silver paper. She carefully opened it to reveal a pale blue box. Inside there was a silver pendant with a square-cut emerald hanging from it. She didn't need a label to tell who it was from.
"Oh, pretty," Lavender said, peering over Hermione's shoulder, "Who's it from?"
Hermione smiled and said nothing. She took the necklace out of the box and put it on.
"It's your secret man isn't it?" Lavender squealed, making Parvati jump as she returned from the bathroom. Hermione still said nothing.
Ginny also noticed to necklace as they walked to breakfast with Harry and Ron. Hermione still refused to admit to Harry and Ron, which made the latter increasingly frustrated. He carried on questioning as they spent the morning in Gryffindor Tower.
"Hermione, who is it?" Ron whined.
"Ronald, stop asking. You'll find out tonight anyway." she said, closing a large volume that was resting in her lap.
They returned to the Great Hall for a magnificent lunch, which included at least a hundred turkeys and Christmas puddings, and large piles of Cribbages Wizarding Crakers. Hermione slyly looked over to the Slytherin table and caught Malfoy's eye. He winked at her and she couldn't help but smile. They managed to briefly stop in the corridor after eating.
"Nice necklace Granger, whoever bought it has taste," he smirked, "Thanks for the Firewhiskey chocolates. How did you get away with buying that?"
"I have my ways," Hermione smiled. Like confunding in old Flume in Honeydukes. Her hands locked behind his neck as she kissed him tenderly, "Merry Chrismas, Malfoy." She stepped back and began making her way to meet Ginny in the entrance hall.
"You do tease me, Granger" Draco called after her. She looked back over her shoulder and winked. She met Ginny, who ushered her outside.
The snow was untouched except for the deep channels made by the Durmstrang and Beaubatons students on their way up to the castle. Hermione chose to watch Harry and the Weasleys' snowball fight rather than join in, and at five o'clock said she was going back upstairs to get ready for the ball.
"What, you need three hours?" said Ron, looking at her incredulously, and paying for his lapse in concentration when a large snowball, thrown by George, hit him hard on the side of the head. "Who're you going with?" he yelled after Hermione, but she just waved, and disappeared up the stone steps into the castle.
"Where's Hermione?" Ron asked as he stood with Harry, Parvati and Padma in the entrance hall. Ron stood out in his maroon dress robes, cuffs and neckline a scar from where he had tried to curse the frills off. "Where's Hermione?" he repeated, attempting to hide his embarrassment as Fleur Delacour passed by in silver robes accompanied by the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain: Roger Davies.
A group of Slytherins came up the steps from their dungeon common room. Malfoy lead, wearing dress robes of black velvet with a high collar. He was accompanied by a pretty girl wearing robes made of periwinkle-blue and hair twisted sleekly into an elegant knot. She was smiling nervously. Harry and Ron's jaws dropped as they realised who it was.
I was reading the books the other day and came up with this idea. Didn't originally want to use as many quotes (originally it was just the opening conversation with Ron) but they seemed to fit in as I wrote.
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