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Unlikely Attraction - Sa13+ DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or the HP universe - they belong to J.K. Rowling. Here's a short Dramione fic - hope you enjoy! ;) Chapter Guide: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Banner created by the wonderful Dee, or Gryffindoll :D ------------ Chapter 1 “Come on, Hermione you can’t be going to the library again!” Ron complained, frowning at his friend as they left the Great Hall together after lunch. “Where else am I supposed to go to do my homework, Ron?” she asked him, the frustration visible in her eyes. “The common room isn’t exactly the best place to concentrate in, you know, what with all the Wizarding Chess happening…” “But that Potions assignment isn’t due for another week!” the redhead exclaimed. “Which doesn’t mean I can’t get a head start,” she bit back. “Drop it, Ron,” Harry muttered, his head pounding already from his friends; constant bickering. Unlike him, they never seemed to get tired of it. “She’ll come join us when she’s done… won’t you?” Hermione looked at the pleading green eyes and nodded. She supposed that she could hurry up with her essay and spend some time with her friends – after all, she hadn’t been doing that nearly enough recently, and Merlin knew she could do with the rest. “Trouble in Paradise?” a familiar drawl reached them, halting the three Gryffindors in their footsteps. Despite Hermione’s warning glance, neither Harry nor Ron could keep the murderous scowls reserved specially for Draco Malfoy off their faces. He was provoking them, as usual, but he reveled in the ease with which his words riled up Potter and Weasley. He could never understand how the two could be so hot-headed; in fact, if he were to be honest with himself, he was quite certain that without Granger’s logical voice whispering there common sense back into their heads, he would have gotten them into enough fights and trouble to have them expelled. “What do you want, Malfoy?” Harry spat. Draco noticed the wand in the boy’s hand and smirked. He had just proved his point; oh, how he loved to be able to exert such a power and influence over them, and using mere words, too! Pity that Granger was always around to stop them hexing him and getting themselves into trouble. He heard Blaise’s snigger next to him; yes, his best friend enjoyed this almost as much as he did himself. After all, what Slytherin didn’t enjoy mocking famous Harry Potter? “Nothing from you, Potter,” Draco shook his head, simultaneously making sure his wand was within reach in his pocket. Just in case. “Though I could do with a cloth to clean my broomstick… tell me, Weasel, you don’t happen to have any spare robes I could use, do you?” With a snarl, Ron threw himself at the blond, only to be restrained at the last moment and with great difficulty by a fuming and flushed Hermione. “I said, drop it,” she tugged at his arm, hard, before turning to the Pureblood. “As for a cloth you could use, why don’t you ask Parkinson, she seems to have loads of small pieces of material. The stuff she wears can hardly qualify as clothing, after all.” Hermione stared up at him defiantly, and Draco had to fight the sudden unexpected urge to smile at her. He couldn’t deny that she had a point, although he would never in a million years admit to agreeing with the know-it-all Gryffindor out loud. As he looked at her in that moment, however, he couldn’t help noticing that she wasn’t as bad looking as he had always assumed. Shaking the thoughts out of his head with a sudden frown, Draco felt rather than saw Pansy blushing furiously, her wand already in her hand as the trio turned away from them. “No,” he whispered, pushing her back. “Drop it.” He stared after them, his eyes focused on Hermione as he wondered when he had stopped thinking of her as nothing more than a Gryffindor Mudblood. |
Oh wow hun i love it, cant wait for the next installment. Gotta love mionies comment about pansys clothes and i can just see draco trying to hide the smirk at the same comment :) Another one for my subscription owl :lol: |
I must say, I really love Draco fics, whoever it has in it. :) I do like ither Draco and Ginny, or Draco and Hermione, though. I also really like the way you write, you seem experienced, and I like stories that are, or at least seem like it. Anyway, I hope to see more soon, and I'll be hanging around. |
Hey, you are a great writer! And I do love the DRAMIONE fics. Keep writing! Tina |
Wow thanks for all the comments! :D I really appreciate them. Anyway, here's some more ;) Chapter 2 Hermione hummed quietly to herself as she strode swiftly down the corridor, her arms forming a crib of sorts for the newest additions to the Hogwarts Library she had convinced Madam Pince into lending her for the night. Her mind was already swirling around the undiscovered magic the smooth pages held, when she noticed a figure leaning over one of the statues by the wall. The statue of the one-eyed witch, to be exact. As soon as she recognized the secret entrance into Hogsmeade, her eyes narrowed. To the best of her knowledge no one apart from the Weasley twins and the Trio knew about this passage, and the blonde head she saw emerging from behind the stone most certainly did not belong to any of them. “Malfoy, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, striding towards him with a raised eyebrow, her tone dripping with suspicion. The Slytherin straightened up suddenly, his surprised yet hostile expression and tense movements betraying that he had not been doing what he was supposed to. It took him only a moment, though, to regain his composure and for his face to don his default icy expression. “And why the hell do you care?” he retorted. “Because I happen to be the Head Girl. It’s my job to care if I see students acting suspiciously,” she stopped walking barely a metre’s length away from him. Especially if said students happen to be Slytherins and the heirs of known Death Eaters, she added to herself, but did not dare say it out loud. “I’m acting suspiciously? Be honest, Granger, if you caught me looking up Polyjuice Potion you’d think I was about to brew it rather than write an essay on it,” he bit back, and turned to go. Hermione’s mouth fell open as she processed what he just said. She wouldn’t do that, she knew Snape had set them that essay last week! Of course, she was sure Draco had other uses for the book she saw him take out of the Restricted Section than just as a point of reference, but… Well, perhaps she was too quick to suspect him, she admitted to herself. Better safe than sorry, though, she thought. “I don’t get suspicious unless I have some grounds for it,” she replied, unable to let him have the last word. “Oh? And what grounds would those be, that I curse the statue so it hexes the next passer-by?” he swiveled round to face her again. “No, of course not! But what am I supposed to think when I see you snooping around a se... certain statue, as if you’re looking for something?” she stopped herself just in time, but her wide-eyed gaze saw in Draco’s face that he had noticed the slip up. In an instant he was beside her, his hands on her upper arms slamming her roughly against the wall as he stared down at her slightly frightened but defiant features, her books falling haphazardly around them. “If you ever tell anyone about this…” he growled, his fingers digging into her skin through her robes as if to accentuate each word. “What will you do, hunt me down and kill me?” she demanded angrily, fruitlessly trying to free herself. Draco looked almost surprised by that statement, and his grip softened along with his expression. “No, I wouldn’t kill you, Granger. Just… please, keep this to yourself, if you know what’s good for you.” And just like that, he was gone. Hermione stood still for another minute, absently massaging her arms as she stared after him. She wondered why he had suddenly backed down, why he hadn’t shown the desire to see her death, why he hadn’t once called her ‘Mudblood’. |
:D its awsome sweetie i love they way draco seemed to be pleading with her at the end so he wouldnt have to do anything to her. Oh how i adore Dramione :lol: More please :) |
New Reader!!! I absolutely loved it! It was great! PAMS!! :) Jess |
New Reader!!!! I love it!!!! love it!!! love it!!! love it!!! PAMS!!! Your new buddy, -Xavier- |
That's lovely, Draco acting suspicious! Post more soon. Tina. |
I love this!!! Please post more soon! |
New Reader! I love the Dramoine ship!! PAMS :yes: |
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Woah thanks for all the comments! I really didn't exepct so many... so thanks a lot again, I'm glad you're enjoying it :D Anyway, here's the next part to keep you on your toes ;) Chapter 3 The red and gold scarves blew in the wind as the Gryffindors cheered their players on, ignoring the jeers from the silvery green masses when Ron saved a goal. Draco tried to ignore all the sounds which floated up to him as he circled above the game, his eyes automatically searching roving the skies for the Snitch. Or at least, that’s what he told himself. He ignored the fact that his gaze seemed drawn in the direction of the stands much too often than it should have been, trying to find the Head Girl. Her immediate accusation of him wanting her death had shocked him, to say the least. Ever since participating in his first activity for the Dark Lord with his father, which included witnessing an innocent murder, Draco had avoided all conversation, thoughts or even jokes about death. He had forgotten that the Golden Trio knew nothing about his sudden change of heart; only his closest friends had noticed it, as well as his lack of enthusiasm for the upcoming ceremony of receiving the Dark Mark. A Bludger aimed at his head pushed all thoughts of death from his mind, however, as he dropped low to avoid it and consequently crashed straight into the Gryffindor seeker. Losing their balance completely and, in Draco’s case, also his grip on his broom, they feel to the ground in a tangled heap. “What were you doing, flying straight into my path?” Harry yelled, getting up first and finding his wand. “You should have looked where you were flying, I was just trying to save myself some broken b-OUCH!” the Slytherin had also intended to extract his wand, but just as he was pulling it out, another Bludger slammed into his elbow and straight into Harry, who fell to the ground, winded. The Gryffindor reacted instinctively, disarming the already injured Draco almost immediately after falling to the ground, before his brain had registered that it wasn’t the blond but a Bludger which had attacked him. “Stop this at once!” Madam Hooch ordered, glaring at both of them as she marched closer at an alarmingly fast pace, followed by a crowd of students and teachers who had no idea what had happened, just that the two seekers had suddenly dropped from the sky like stones. Draco winced at the throbbing pain in his elbow as he tried to sit up. He vaguely registered the flying instructor telling him to go to the Hospital Wing to mend his arm, and Hermione running up to Harry with a worried look on her face. Was it just him, or did he see relief there, too, when she saw him push Blaise away and start making his way to the castle on his own? |
Great job!!! TERRIFIC!!!! Keep writing... PAMS!!! -Xavier- |
Very good, I like the fact that Draco can't handle the Death Eater lifestyle, that's very cannon. I'm really enjoying Hermione's reactions to Draco too, I might just be swayed on the whole 'Dramione' thing ;) |
Woo love it hun :) cant wait for more |
Ahhhh loved it!!! :) Jess |
I loved it too PAMS!!! -Xavier- |
Thank you thank you thank you for commenting! :glomp: I'm really glad you're enjoying this :) Chapter 4 “Oh, for Merlin’s sake!” Hermione leaned her forehead against the bookshelf in front of her after another futile attempt at retrieving a certain tome she needed. It was, of course, on the very top shelf, the one she couldn’t reach no matter how much she tried. “Here,” she suddenly heard a low voice right by her ear, the person’s breath tickling her neck as a well-toned body leaned momentarily flush up against hers. Draco stood back, the book in his hand as he extended it to her with a smirk softly playing on his features, growing wider as he noticed her flushed face when she turned around to face him. “Th…thank you,” she stammered, taking the book from him and looking at him as if she’d never seen him before. That was exactly what Hermione felt like, too. Because when would the old, cruel, selfish and arrogant Malfoy actually help her, for no reason at all? Although she had suspected that the boy had changed recently (even if grudgingly, she had already admitted to herself that she’d been observing him. Discreetly), she had never really considered it to be a major change. And yet it seemed to be exactly that. “You’re welcome, although next time you might want to use your wand,” he nodded. “Though I suppose the lack of a magical upbringing has something to do with your inability to think clearly…” Even though Hermione saw nothing positive in that comment, they way his grey eyes looked silver in the light, and the lack of any malice in his voice made it sound almost like a compliment to her. “Yeah, well, better that than having a magical upbringing and a clouded mind to top it off,” she replied, almost smiling. “I was just stretching my arm, you know, to see if the joints work as they should,” Draco defended himself, noticing his faux-pas a moment too late. If she were to be honest with herself, though, Hermione really didn’t mind feeling the slight pressure of his body against hers. Or having a civil conversation with him, for once. She looked down at her book before meeting his eyes again. “And how is the injury healing, then?” she asked, surprised herself at the playful tone in her voice. “Fine, though I really hope Potter watches out the next time we play, I’m not letting him get away with…” Hermione interrupted him, the smile suddenly gone, replaced with a frown which shadowed angry and defensive eyes. “Hey, it wasn’t Harry’s fault the Bludger hit you!” “Perhaps, but he didn’t have to go and curse me! At least then I might not have had a dislocated bone, which hurt like hell!” “You drew your wand first,” she pointed out. “I… never mind,” his eyes narrowed as well, not in anger, though, but in thought. “I have to go, I have work to do that’s more important than fighting.” He stood still, looking at her for a moment longer before disappearing behind the bookcase. She stared at the book he’d given her, amazed that he had acted so kindly towards her. Not to mention his ending their short spat first... now, that was something she didn’t ever see Draco Malfoy doing. She was certain that he had left only because he genuinely wanted to avoid arguing with her, he saw the sincerity in his eyes. And on that note, she wondered what would have happened if she had never begun the topic of his injury in the first place. |
:faint: I absoluty love the way you write hunni, this is truley awsome. its making me love dramionie even more :) and thats something :lol: |
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AHHH!! Yay!! Three cheers for Dramione!! HipHip HOORAY!! :) Loved it! PAMS!! |
All I have to say is... I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PAMS!!!!!! -Xavier- |
Wow, thank you thank you THANK YOU! :D Glad you're all anjoying it. All right, well, I think we're about halfway through, this isn't a very long ficcy... anyway, read and enjoy, I guess! :) ---------- Chapter 5 Draco stared into the flames as the embers burned lower and turned to ash and the common room began to empty around him. Although his eyes stung with lack of sleep, his churning mind knew that that was a luxury the Slytherin could not enjoy, at least not for the time being. Too much was happening to him. Lucius entered his mind, and Draco considered again with bitterness the wizard’s cowardice in his inability to leave the Dark Lord’s side. The teenager himself, along with Narcissa, had found protection under the wing of the Light Side, and Draco had even managed to spy on Voldemort for a while. That was before his parents had argued, however, and Narcissa had revealed to her husband the change in their loyalties. Lucius had, of course, recounted this to Voldemort, and the Order had spent a few weeks terrified for Draco’s life. Nothing had happened to him, of course; Draco had a feeling his father had managed to diminish Voldemort’s wrath somehow because he did not want to see his only son killed. Ever since that night, though, Draco had neither seen nor heard from his father, and both he and Narcissa had moved out of the Manor for safety reasons. There weren’t many who knew about this. The majority of the school still suspected Draco of being a Death Eater, of firmly supporting the Dark Lord, just as his father did. Although he hated this constant judgment on the basis of his Lucius’ actions, it was simply easier to let things be. He doubted he had the strength to explain everything to people, and besides, he knew there were many who would harm him if they knew the truth – mostly members of his own house. To add to these worries, there was also the confusing situation with Hermione Granger. Draco had no idea how and when he started picking her out from a crowd, enjoying talking to her, sometimes even searching her out, as he had that day he found her in the Library. He had been rather envious of the Trio for years, and it was a feeling he was aware of and one he despised. He was jealous of their loyalty to one another, their friendship and the ability to trust, that they had someone to trust in the first place. Aside from maybe his mother, he had nobody like that. Oh, he had ‘friends’, people he hung out with, but there was nobody he could fully trust, not even Blaise, with whom he had been close ever since childhood. But these relationships weren’t comparable to the one he knew Hermione shared with the two Gryffindor boys. Just then, the entrance to the common room opened and the black-haired Slytherin walked in. Noticing Draco by the fireplace, Blaise approached him and sat down, watching the blond for a moment before speaking. “So, who is she?” he asked with a grin, leaning back comfortably in his chair. Draco turned to look at him, thoroughly surprised at the boy’s question. “Who is who?” he asked stupidly. “Oh, come off it, I know what a bloke looks like when he’s thinking about a girl, and you’ve been wearing that expression quite often recently,” Blaise shrugged, then looked at Draco carefully again. “So, who is she?” “Nobody,” Draco muttered, looking back into the flames, but he could no longer focus on his thoughts. He thought he might as well try to get some sleep; that was preferable than having to avoid Blaise’s questions. “I’m going to bed.” “I’ll find out anyway, you know you won’t be able to keep it from me!” Blaise called after him. |
Malfoy came over to the right side? No wonder I like him (in your fic)! A brilliant, brooding and intriguing chapter! I can't wait for more! I've posted more on Bright Lights, let me know what you think :) |
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