Gryffindor & Slytherin

By Jilly and Renee

Disclaimer: We don't own Harry Potter. The only thing in this particular work of fanfiction that we do own are our original characters. Don't sue us, we have nothing that's worth any value, and this is just for fun. While we are not plagiarists, for the sake of the story in which we have started it, we are paraphrasing books 2-4 to allow our story to mesh through those years and for a lot of the actions of the characters to make sense.

Pairings: Hermione/Draco; Ron/OFC, Harry/OFC, Ginny/Terrence, Fred/OFC, George/OFC, Oliver/OFC, Dumbledore/McGonagall, Snape/OFC, Goyle/Lavendar, Percy/OFC


Harry sat down at breakfast and looked at Hermione. "Are you still mad at us?"

Hermione looked, "Who said anything about being mad? Just because I think you all are complete twits for being so idiotic as to do what you did doesn't mean I'm mad at you."

Ron rolled his eyes, "That's all then. You just think we're idiotic twits."

Hermione didn't even look up from her breakfast when Ron spoke, "Yes."

Harry glanced over at the Slytherin table, noticing that Draco was watching him. He looked at the young woman sitting next to Draco and found it hard to explain what his mind started thinking. "Hermione, who's that? Next to Draco."

"Well if you two hadn't done what you did last night, you'd know wouldn't you?"

Harry looked, "Hermione, please, just tell me."

"Her name is Autumn…"

"She's pretty." Harry said, a bit distracted.

"Autumn Malfoy, Harry. She's Draco's younger sister."

Harry choked on the pumpkin juice he was drinking. "Malfoy has a younger sister."

Ron looked, "No surprise she's in Slytherin. Probably just like him."

Harry nodded, just staring at her. He'd never seen anyone like her. He couldn't find words to describe it.


Autumn sat next to her brother and listened as he talked. "That's him Autumn. That's Potter."

Autumn looked at the boy who Draco was pointing too. She noticed he was staring at her too. "He doesn't seem to be as bad as you make him out to be Draco."

"He is. Along with his two friends, that mudblood Granger, and Weasley. Be careful around them Autumn. They're trouble."

"Yes brother." Autumn got up and gathered her things. She had potions first, and then transfiguration class with McGonagall. She didn't want to be late for any of them on her first day. "I'll see you at lunch Draco."


Harry watched Autumn get up from the table, and he followed her out of the hall. "I can't believe Malfoy has a sister."

Ron and Hermione looked at Harry, "Are you still stuck on that?" Ron looked at Harry incredulously. "Come on Harry. We'll be late for History of Magic."

Harry nodded and got his books and things. "Hermione are you coming?"

Hermione nodded and got up following them.


Harry left lunch early to go to the library. He already had a paper due for History of Magic, and he knew he was going to need to do some research for it. Ron had forgotten something in the dorm room so he was going to meet Harry at the library so they could work on their homework together. Harry rounded a corner to look down a particular row of books and collided with someone with enough force to knock them both down.

Autumn looked up as she ran into a wall and landed on the floor. Her books and papers flew everywhere. Autumn looked up and her breath caught as she saw Harry Potter staring back at her. "Um... excuse me."

Harry looked and nodded, "Sorry. I should have been watching where I was going. Was a bit distracted."

Autumn got up and started pulling her papers close to her. "It's okay. I wasn't watching either."

Harry nodded and handed her a book, "I think this ones' yours."

Autumn nodded, "Thanks."

"I'm… Harry Potter."

"Autumn Malfoy. A pleasure, I'm sure." Autumn smiled putting her hand out.

Harry took it and shook it, for a bit longer than he should. He didn't want to let go though. He felt a slight tingle when their hands met and it felt good.

Autumn looked, "Well, um… I should get going."

Harry nodded, "Nice to meet you."

"You too. Bye Harry."

Harry watched her go, "Bye Autumn."


Harry pulled the book he needed, no even looking to make sure he got the right one, and then he turned to leave. He looked up at Ron and immediately got flustered. Ron didn't look really happy.

"She's the enemy Harry. You were actually talking to Malfoy's sister."

"She's not the enemy Ron. She's just Autumn."

"Autumn MALFOY." Ron said. "Honestly Harry, do you really think she's not going to be like Draco?" Ron looked, "I'm just saying be careful Harry."

"I can choose what sort for myself, remember Ron."

Ron sighed and rolled his eyes, "Whatever Harry. Come on, we need to get to work on that paper; it's going to take forever. I can't believe it. Homework on the first day of class."

Harry nodded, sitting down next to him. He opened his history book with every thought of getting his work done, but his mind was definitely elsewhere. Elsewhere on a pair of bluish gray eyes, long blonde hair and a soft voice that belonged to of all people, the little sister of his sworn enemy. Harry sighed and shook his head to clear it of her and started to work with Ron on their homework.


"Well if it isn't Potty and Weasel," Draco said as he walked up to Hermione, Harry and Ron a few days later. His ever faithful sidekicks, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle stood with him. Autumn stood beside her brother as well. She was watching him rather oddly.

"Sod off, Malfoy," Hermione said a bit tiredly. She had worried about Ron all night due to the slug incident that had involved Malfoy.

"So the mudblood's defending her boyfriends, hmm?" Draco said with a sneer.

"Draco," Autumn said astonished.

"You are such a prat!" Hermione snapped. She looked apologetically at the blonde girl at his side. "Sorry Autumn."

"It's all right," Autumn said. "I tend to agree with you right now." She looked at her brother, her hand on her hip as she cocked her eyebrow in irritation.

"How do you know her?" Draco demanded.

"We're in transfiguration together," Autumn said. "I'm more advanced in it so they put me in the second year's class. Hermione and I are desk mates."

"I pity you," Draco drawled lazily.

Hermione shoved past him, not letting him see just how much his words hurt. She didn't understand why they did, normally Malfoy's words meant nothing to her. They were usually the ramblings of a prat she tended to ignore, but they cut straight to the quick today. Ron glared at Malfoy and headed after Hermione. Harry glanced briefly at Autumn before he too followed.

"Why are you acting like Father?" Autumn asked, breaking into her brother's thoughts as he watched the trio walk away. Draco turned and looked at her.

"We'll meet you in Charms," Crabbe mumbled, tugging on Goyle's cloak.

Draco absently nodded as he continued to study his sister. He was astonished at times just how much Autumn knew of the evil their father was capable of. "Don't make that sort of reference," he finally said to her.

"Then don't act like him," Autumn said. "Why you do treat them like that? Especially Hermione? She's an amazing person if you just let yourself get to know her."

"If Father ever found out," Draco said, trailing off.

"Father is a bitter old man," Autumn snapped. "He will never be pleased with us, you know that first hand! How often did he degrade you for not being number one last year?"

"Well, if Granger--," Draco started.

"Do not lay the blame for Father's ways at Hermione's feet!" Autumn said. "Because it could be anyone. And even if you were number one, Father would merely demand that you do much better, and when you couldn't, he'd degrade you for that."

"Why are you trying to convince me to be friends with her?" Draco demanded.

"Because you don't have any friends," Autumn said.

"I have friends!" Draco said.

"Crabbe and Goyle aren't friends," Autumn said. "They are acquaintennces whose own fathers are our father's minions. And that Pansy Parkinson is nothing but a pug-faced stuck up girl who is only interested in you because you're a Malfoy and all the Slytherins respect you."

Draco stared at his sister in astonishment. "I--," he started.

"Just think about it," Autumn said.

"All right," Draco said, albeit reluctantly.

Autumn reached up and hugged him. "I just know that you have a good heart," she said. "I don't want to see you end up like Father."

Draco kissed her forehead affectionately. "Believe me, sissy," he said. "I don't want to be him either."


Draco leaned back against the tree, staring out over the lake. The squid in the lake waved at him merrily then plunged beneath the surface. Draco chuckled a bit. Leaning his head back, he mulled over in his mind everything his sister had said to him. A sudden sharp pain in his leg made him cry out and look up. "Granger! What in the hell are you kicking me for?!" he demanded as he rose, rubbing at his now sore leg. "To think I actually considered apologizing to you for how rude I was to you!"

Hermione looked at the boy in front of her, her eyes swimming with tears. "Oh shut up!" she said.

Draco looked at her stunned. "Wait a minute, you kick me, and YOU get mad?" he demanded. "That is rich!" Hermione lowered her head and put her hands over her face, starting to cry. Draco frowned. He stepped towards her a bit. "Granger, I--." When he got close enough, Hermione flung her arms around him, crying into his shoulder.

Draco stood there, his arms to his sides. His eyes were wide and confused. He honestly did not know what to do. He wanted to push her away. She was a muggle-born, and she was touching him. It wasn't something he wanted. Was it? He suddenly felt her head shift and her tiny nose rubbed against his shoulder as she sniffled. It reminded him of all the times he had comforted his sister after she had an encounter with their father. He wrapped his arms around her, gently rubbing her back. "Shh," he whispered into her bushy hair. He moved them to the tree and they slowly sat down. Draco kept his arm firmly around Hermione's petite shoulders.

Hermione curled her knees up a bit, leaning against the Slytherin boy, not completely believing that he was allowing her to lean against him. To cry on his shoulder. As her sobs lessened, she leaned back a bit.

Draco looked at her. "What happened?" he asked. There was no sarcasm or note of a sneer in his voice. Hermione could even catch the slight scratch every once and awhile. His voice was starting to change. The one thing that was in his voice, and that truly surprised her, was sincerity.

Hermione wiped at the tears on her cheeks. "I--," she started. "Ron and I, we got into a fight."

"What could he have done to make you cry this much?" Draco asked. "You two are such good friends."

Hermione shrugged. "It was stupid," she said. "It always is. But he called me a--, well, he called me what you called me."

Draco cringed. Between his sister's words echoing in his head, and the hurt he could finally hear in Hermione's voice, he felt like the ass he was turning out to be. "Sorry," he mumbled.

Hermione looked at him, surprised. She caught her lower lip between her buck teeth. "You're apologizing?" she asked.

Draco nodded then sighed. "I've been cruel to you," he said. "I'm becoming something I abhor, but it took my sister to show me just how much."

"What are you saying?" Hermione asked.

"It's more like I'm asking," Draco said. "Would you be willing to give me a chance to get to know you? And you me?"

"Really?" Hermione asked.

Draco nodded. "Really," he said.

"How? I mean," Hermione looked down then up. "You're Slytherin, I'm Gryffindor. Inter-relations between houses, especially ours, well, it's just not seen. I don't think anyone would allow us."

"We don't have to tell anyone," Draco said. "Honestly, do you think Ron and Harry would let you anywhere near me if we told them?"

Hermione smiled a bit. "Good point," she said. "So how are we going to do this?"

"We could meet some place, get to know each other," Draco suggested. "I just don't know where."

Hermione straightened a bit. "I do," she said. "Meet me in the east hall after dinner tonight, all right?"

Draco nodded. "All right," he said.

Hermione stood, watching him stand beside her. "Um, thanks for letting me cry on your shoulder," she said almost timidly.

Draco gave her a half grin. It was very similar to the sneer he usually bestowed on her, but it lacked the harshness. It lacked the sneer quality. "No problem," he said. "See you after dinner."


Draco searched for Hermione after dinner. He had managed to avoid her, afraid of what he might say so that no one grew suspicious and scaring her away. Before he had the chance to apologize ahead of time. He saw her leaning against a wall, worrying at the pad of her thumb. "You look nervous," he said as he walked up.

Hermione blushed a bit. "I was worried that this somehow might have been a trap," she said.

"I can understand," Draco said. "So where are we meeting?"

Hermione muttered some sort of password and the wall seemed to disappear. The pair stepped through, walking to the back of the narrow hall into a fully furnished room that looked very similar to one of the common rooms. A sofa was in front of the fire, and there was a nearby window. Some tables were scattered about, and there were a couple of large plush chairs. "How did you find this place?" Draco asked, looking around.

"Accidentally," Hermione said. "After another argument with Ron and Harry. Before we became friends."

"Does anyone else know about it?" Draco asked walking around the sofa.

"Dumbledore and McGonagall only," Hermione said. "They gave me permission to come here when I needed to and showed me a spell so that only those I want to see this room can."

Draco smiled. "I could see it," he said.

Hermione nodded sitting down on the sofa. "I figured if we were going to be friends, and this is where we would meet, you would need to be able to find it. To everyone else it looks like a brick wall."

"Do you mind if I tell Snape?" Draco asked.

"Um," Hermione stumbled a bit on her words.

"It's only in case he needs to find me in case something is wrong with my sister," Draco said.

Hermione nodded. "You really love her don't you?" she asked.

"She's my everything," Draco said sitting down. "Autumn is the only one I could ever truly call my friend and that I love her."

"But you have Crabbe and Goyle," Hermione pointed out. "For friends that is."

Draco sighed running a hand through his slicked back locks. "Much to my dismay, as my sister pointed out, they aren't friends. Merely acquaintances that feel they need to be around me because of who my father is," he said.

Hermione nodded then looked at him. "Can I ask you something?" she asked. Draco nodded. Hermione gathered her knees to her chest, tucking her arms under her legs. "Why do you act the way you do? I mean, you are so nice, yet you don't act that way to a lot of people. Anyone basically."

Draco shrugged a bit. "I don't know honestly," he asked. "Autumn asked me the same thing. Can I ask you something?" Hermione nodded. "Why do you always feel the need to answer things? Or raise your hand?"

Hermione shrugged. "I just do," she said. "I don't understand why. I just do."

Draco nodded. "Um, Hermione, I want to apologize ahead of time for anything I might say that hurts you," he said.

Hermione nodded. "Me too," she said softly. "I guess we do have to be rude to each other in front of others."

"I'll try not to be too bad," Draco said softly.

Hermione looked at him. "This is going to take some getting used to, isn't it?" she asked.

Draco nodded. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah it is."

Hermione nodded, staring into the fire that was burning. "It'll be worth it though," she said, glancing over at him.

Draco smiled at her a bit. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah it will." Hermione smiled.