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Note, about Draco's eye colour, yes they're silver, but don't you get tired of reading about his silver eyes in every single dramione story? Well, I do.

The first two parts set the context. Dramione starts a little later(:

Chapter 1

Ron Weasley

Age: 21

Height: 1.78m

Features: Charming blue eyes; fiery red hair; an adorable, slightly freckled face; well-defined muscles; long, strong legs; cute smile

Habits: Shakes legs incessantly when faced with a difficult question; shoves food into his mouth; tilts head a little to the left when thinking; uses puppy-eyes when asking for something

Loves: Quidditch; Food; Hermione Granger; Girls

Hates: Violence; Quidditch-haters; Draco Malfoy; Spiders; Howlers

Hermione closed her book and sighed.

It had been six months since their break-up. Six months since Ron Weasley had left her. And here they were again, in the school they had spent years forging their friendship in.

They had graduated, and had applied for aurorship- Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Coincidentally, the training was to be held at Hogwarts this year, during its winter break.

She didn't love Ron any longer. Rather, it was a sense of… lost- that haunted her. Of injustice, and hurt, and sadness that something so lovely had ended so terribly. Seeing him again- it reminded her of happier times, when he had been hers. From the nervous, blur little boy, he had grown into a handsome young man, complete with charming looks, a kind personality, and the title of 'hero'. The loss of a man with such ideal qualities pained her, but it did not hurt her as much as the loss of a man she loved.

"Hermione. Still awake?"

She gulped. His voice.

She looked up into a pair of charming blue eyes.

"I was… reading."

She pointed to the open book lying on the library table as she tried to hide her notebook as discreetly as she could.

"The library's closing soon. Are you going to the Gryffindor tower now?"

It seemed like an offer to spend one-to-one time with him.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am." She said resolutely, closing the booking after marking its page. She really didn't want to leave her book just yet, but a walk with Ron was far more valuable.

He waited for her, and together, they left the library.

"So, training starts tomorrow." He said thoughtfully.

"I'm nervous. What if they make us do things we don't want to do?"

He paled a little.

"Like eat spiders?"

She stifled a giggle.

"I'm sure they wouldn't go to such extremes."

"You never know." He said seriously, and then cleared his throat. "Have you gotten used to this place?"

"Yeah. Its really kind of them to give us a week to get used to our surroundings."

"That's only because our training is going to be harsh." He pointed out.

"I'd expect it to be. I mean, aurors."

They both sighed dreamily at the word. They were going to be aurors. Wow.

"That reminds me- what's the name of that girl you were talking to in the Great Hall yesterday?"

"Cherry? Why?" She asked, looking curiously into those lovely blue eyes.

"She's pretty."

Her heart dropped like a stone.


Ron turned to look at her, surprised by her sudden change of mood.

Something in her expression must have given her away, because she watched- to her dismay- as Ron's shoulders slumped, and his footsteps slowed to a halt.

"Hermione," He began, but she cut him off.

"Don't. It's not what you think."

"You know how it turned out between us. You know that it's impossible for us to be happy together, don't you?"

"Yeah." She said softly, her voice trembling and her eyes trained on the ground.

"I'm sorry."

"I know. It's just… I can't help remembering all those times we shared- those happy memories. I'm sorry."

There was a moment of silence, before he said, "I just don't want you to think that I left you because of another girl, because that's not true, oka.y? I'm not that kind of guy."

She nodded.

"Yes, you've said that so many times. I believe you. Don't worry." She lied, and plastered a smile on her face.

He smiled- that adorable grin that had once been hers.

"So her name's Cherry, huh?"

"If it isn't Granger and her little Weasle." Someone sneered.

Oh no. Not that voice. Please not that voice, she thought.

He strutted down the hallway with his Malfoy air, his silver eyes flashing with amusement.

Ron tensed, and glared at him.

"You shut your trap you lowly ferret."

He flinched a little at the reference to the animal.

"Now, now, let's not go dwelling on the past, like the time slugs came sliding out of your mouth." He said sweetly with a smile.

"Why are you here, Malfoy?" She frowned.

He let out a little laugh.

"Maybe because I've been accepted-"

"You, an auror?" Ron snorted. "That's a fine dream! Aurors are people like me! And Hermione! Good and brave and not bullies."

Well, I wouldn't say 'good' exactly…

She had briefly considered the murder of Cherry, so she wasn't all that good.

Malfoy shook his head slowly, looking a little confused and sympathetic.

"Why you choose such a blind, egoistic loser- that's a mystery to me." He told her.

She bristled.

"He's not a loser! He's… he's nice, okay? Unlike you."

It seemed he had suddenly gotten bored.

"Whatever." He shrugged, and strolled off.

"Watch your back, Malfoy!" Ron called after him.

He didn't respond, but she thought she caught him trying to supress a grin as he turned the corner, and when he had finally disappeared around the corner, his laughter echoed through the corridor.

"He's the loser." Ron muttered, furious. "Hermione, am I really egoistical? And a loser?"


"You're definitely not a loser, Ron. So many girls have fallen for you. You can't be a loser."

He thought about it, and agreed.

"Yeah. He's the loser."

He laughed it off, and they continued their journey towards the Gryffindor tower.

A brand new morning! The first day of training- one step closer to being an auror!

"Morning, 'Mione. You're looking happy today!"

"Morning, Harry! It's going to be a great day! I can feel it!" She smiled, and stretched her arms.

Ron came down the stairs looking puzzled.

He caught sight of Hermione, and looked relieved.

"What did you say her name was again? I forgot. Something along the lines of... Apple."

Perhaps the morning was not to be as good as she had predicted after all.


"Right! They're both red." He said cheerfully, oblivious to Hermione's growing discomfort about the subject. "Who'd name their kid after a fruit?"

He laughed to himself, and walked towards the portrait hole.

Harry and Hermione trailed behind.

"You alright, Hermione?" Harry asked, concerned.

She gave him a tight smile.

"I'm fine."

"Listen up, all of you. The ground rules have been stated, and you will do well to remember them. I'd like to remind you that you may be expelled at any time should we find you unable to cope with the stress and complications of this job. However, if you pass this, you will become," He paused for dramatic effect, "an auror."

There were shared looks of excitement.

"Your first activity will be a simple one. You may not have noticed us, but we have been surveying every single one of you for the past week, and boy, the things we have observed."

There was a murmur of shock through the small group of thirty trainees.

"There are twenty three male and seven females here. Each female must be paired with a male. This will be a test of your focus and team-work. Remember, team-work is vital, no matter who your partner may be."

That last part of his speech made Hermione more nervous than she had been. It meant… they'd probably pair them up with a person they hadn't gotten along with in the past week. And the only person she hadn't gotten along with was…

"Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger."

Sweet Merlin, no!

She searched for that annoying smirk, and found it right behind her.

"Looking for me, Ms Granger?" He grinned.

He had leaned towards her, and his words brushed gently against her neck, warm yet chilling.

She repressed a shudder, and turned to face him.

"You'd better not cause us to fail." She warned, narrowing her eyes.

This close, she noticed his eyes weren't a cold, hard silver as she had thought they were. They were a deep, mossy green.

"Don't worry, Granger. I'm just as determined to top the class as you are." He said seriously, his eyes confident.

They were to get from one point of the school to another. There would be hidden obstacles along the way. There were five routes. Each pair taking the same route would leave the starting point ten minutes after the previous pair.

"Let's see. We've got route number three; first pair."

Malfoy nodded.

"Let's go."

They waited for the signal, and when the instructor blew his whistle, they were off.

First stop: the library.

As they approached the library, Hermione whipped out the piece of paper with their instructions.

She jabbed her finger at a picture.

"This book. We've got to find it."

"Are you kidding? The library has tons of books! What the- Granger, don't stop like that."

He stared at her, feeling rather irritated that she had stopped him. He didn't like to be controlled like that.

Suddenly, her eyes snapped open.

"Restricted section, under the 'potent potions' area."

They broke into a run again.

They burst into the library, and he let her guide him through the maze of bookshelves.

"It should be somewhere here- these three shelves."

He nodded, and they split up to find for the book.

His seeker's eye caught sight it.

"Granger, it's here."

He reached for it, but she stopped him by throwing a spell that knocked his hand to the left.

"What did you do that for?" He complained, rubbing his bruised hand.

"It might be a cursed book."


She waved her wand and muttered several spells.

"As I thought. The book cannot be touched by human hands."

He stared at her in amazement. She was such a know-it-all.

"Or what?" He asked.

She turned to look him in the eye.

"Or, you'd have been bitten by a venomous snake. It's a book about snakes."

He winced, and was glad she had saved his hand from possible injury. Magical snakes were the worst kind of snakes.

From her pocket, she took out a magic-proof bag, and levitated the book into the bag. Then, she shrank it, and put it into her pocket.

"Let's go. Next stop, the dungeons."

No sooner had she said that when the ground started to tremble, and a rumbling echoed through the library. The lights were shut with a click, and the windows turned pitch black.

They had their wands out, each squinting through the darkness for any signs of abnormality.



"This is part of the obstacle course, right?"

"I s-should think s-so."

"Good. Because it's kinda creepy."

She was surprised. She didn't think Malfoy was the kind who would show his vulnerable side. Then again, he probably wasn't the kind.

"I'm scared too, Malfoy." She stated.

"Who said I'm scared? And you're a Gryffindor, for crying out loud!"

The rumbling increased in volume, sounding like the deep chant of many men.

"If you're not scared, you're insane! We have to do something, or we'd be easy targets!"

"Hold on to me! I've been through this kind of shit. Come."

Briefly, she wondered what kind of situations Malfoy had had to go through when he had been a death-eater.

Then, her thoughts scattered as she felt a warm hand taking hers, and pulling her along.

They hid behind shelves, and dashed through aisles.

She was intrigued. It was as though he were invisible. He would glide swiftly and soundlessly through the aisles before sliding into the shadows and becoming one with the darkness.

"Granger. Blend with your surroundings!" He hissed, his lips by her ear so that his warm breath tickled her. She knew it had only been to minimize his volume, but she couldn't help but notice the intimacy of such an action.

There was a stomping now, like the beating of a hundred drums. And each stomp caused the floor beneath them to vibrate.

Something was coming.

Suddenly, he pulled her to him, and pressed her against him.

She froze against his stiff form, as a huge creature appeared, walking through the aisle, it's eyes two thin slits of dark, illuminated blue. It was dark, but she could make out its form.

A Trollaerig- cousin of the troll. Such was a rare creature of dark nature, preying on unicorns and other pure beasts. It was smaller than a troll, but its strength and intelligence were three times that of the average troll.

The creature stomped past them, still looking for them.

With a jolt, she realised they had to move.

"Hurry! It has a good sense of smell!"

A monstrous voice pierced through the silence.


Again, he grabbed her hand and they made for a run. She couldn't run at his speed, so he kept at hers, occasionally tugging at her arm to signal the creature's approach and telling her silently not to give up.

"Get me onto a book shelf!" She cried.

Without a word, he stopped, and hoisted her up so that she was able to climb onto the top of a shelf. He held the shelf steady for her.

The creature could almost reach them, and its beady eyes were trained on Hermione. With a pounding heart, she began.

He was more than impressed. She was using non-verbal spells since they were faster, and red jets of light were being shot at the creature. It didn't stop.

He wanted to ask her if she knew what she was doing, but he stopped himself, lest he broke her concentration.

And as suddenly as it began, the creature tumbled onto the ground, before vanishing.

She stood panting, before a bout of dizziness hit hard. With a yelped.

He caught her as she fell.

For a moment, she had found herself staring in his surprised moss-green eyes. They were so deep, and so green, and so mesmerising. They reminded her of forest glades and herds of grazing deer and soft waterfalls that whispered secrets of the past.

And then, as realisation kicked in, the spell broke.

Quickly, he set her on her feet, and they both looked away. Had it been brighter, they would have seen the blush on each of their faces.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah." She replied. "Thanks."

"Now, to the dungeons?"


They chose to walk rather than run. It had been a frightful encounter, and they weren't looking forward to what the dungeons held.

"What did you do to make the thing fall and disappear like that?" He finally asked.

"It has weak points. You can use a simple stupefy as long as you target the spot between its eyes and its knees."

"A true bookworm."

The smile on her face fell.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it- I… I meant it as a compliment, but it came out wrong."

She was taken aback by the apology from Malfoy, but nevertheless, she appreciated his effort in putting up with her. Ron had told her she had been a real nerd.

"It's okay." She said, "Thanks for the compliment, then."

She turned to meet his green eyes, and then, she smiled.

Draco Malfoy was appalled. Where had his verbal eloquence gone to? And that smile- how could it have had such an effect on him?

The gentle curve of her lips and the way her eyes had lit up- it had made him feel as though his heart had… softened, and had he not controlled himself in time, he would have smiled back.

Focus, Draco. You've been given a second chance, so don't be distracted. Auror. You want to be an auror. Only ten from each group of thirty will be able to go into the next series of challenges. You've got to be in that ten.

She watched him from the corner of her eye. He seemed to be having a debate in his mind. She would know- she had faced this many times in her own mind. But what was he thinking about?

"What do have to do in the dungeons?" He suddenly asked.

She referred to the instruction sheet.

"We have to find a secret passage in the third dungeon to the right."

They walked on in silence for a while.

"What do you see in Weasley anyway?"

She jumped at the sudden question.

"N- nothing. We're not together anymore."

"It doesn't seem like you're over him."

"I am!" There was a pause. "I just… need a little more time."

"How long-"

"Can we not talk about this?" She snapped, and regretted it when she caught the flicker of hurt in his eyes.

Green. They were a captivating moss-green. Yet, they had been silver.

"I'm sorry. It's a sensitive subject."

He didn't say anything.

She sighed.

"He was my first love. It's hard." She said softly, biting her lip.

He patted her arm comfortingly.

"It'll get better over time. Besides, I can tell you're already on the road to recovery. You don't love him anymore do you?"

She smiled gratefully.

"I'm don't."

He smiled at her.

She gasped internally. The way his green gaze had softened and shone- it had made her heart flutter.

She blinked, and looked away when his questioning stare found hers.

"Why are you saying this to me, Malfoy? Don't you hate me?" She asked.

"Perhaps." He said, grinning.

There was a moment of thoughtful silence.

"I don't hate you. I thought I did, but I know I don't."

There was another moment of silence.

"Well, you're not bad." He admitted, before looking straight ahead, and avoiding her gaze.

She smiled to herself. Somehow, the answer had made her happy. It would do, at least for today.

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