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Accidenlty in Love. by makesmewonder

Format: Short story
Chapters: 26
Word Count: 23,886
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature

Genres: General, Romance, Angst
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, McGonagall, Snape, Draco, Pansy, Blaise (M)
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Draco/Pansy, Ron/Hermione

First Published: 03/02/2010
Last Chapter: 04/07/2010
Last Updated: 04/07/2010

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What happens when a Hogwarts trip goes terribly wrong and Hermione Granger is trapped with Draco Malfoy on a deserted island?

Chapter 1: Chapter One || The Accident.
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Murmurs of excitement buzzed throughout the Great Hall. Each of the last year students had organized themselves into their houses naturally – the witty and smart Ravenclaw students stood together, the cheerful and loyal Hufflepuffs crowded together, the quick and prestige Slytherin students were together, and the proud and fair Gryffindor’s were together.

They were all gathered for a brief meeting before the departure on the Last Year Student Excursion. Each teen was grinning, finally ready for the trip which had always seemed weeks away until this moment. The big solid doors opened, and a few professors walked in, surprised by the noisy chattering of their energized students. There was Prof McGonagall, Prof Flitwick, Prof Snape, and Hagrid. 

“Alright kiddos, set’tle down!” Hagrid thundered as the students winced and gave him their complete attention. Professor McGonigle gave him a stern look before speaking.

“Welcome, students, to the Last Year Student Excursion!” She began in a shrill voice before getting interrupted by cheers. “Quiet please. Now, a few last minute details and reminders before we head to the airport, where we can begin out trip with restricted magic,” the elderly professor took out a scroll. “Our destination this year is to a tropical island in the United States, where there is a natural space of land where magic is somehow prohibited.” The students gave low moans of distress. “It will be a good learning experience for the lot of you!”

“Indeed. How can we begin to understand the muggles before we get a chance to live like them?” Snape intruded coldly, turning his head slightly as he scanned the crowd, as if taking his time to stare down each halfblood or mudblood.

Hermione shuddered after his gaze past her. He always did disgust her, and every other pureblood who decided a witch as intelligent as her could not ever be as great at them. She let her mind wander on as the professors went on with their notes, curious if she really had to listen. Hermione was perfectly aware of what it was like living without magic, so what subjected her to this boring lecture? 

From across the room, Draco had the same thoughts of boredom. Though he had never live without magic, he was not excited for the “experience.” He was born as a pureblood, so why bother find out what it was like to be a bloody muggle? Draco loosened his tie in vain, well aware that some of the Slytherin girls were watching him.

“And that is all! Let’s get to it!” Prof McGonagall said with all too much enthusiasm as she guided her mass of students into small apperation groups to apperate to the airport. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Luna faced each other in their group. Hermione felt an intense pressure, cold winds, and a strong force pulling her away as she apperated to the airport. The wizards and witches had arrived in the parking lot, and then it became real for them. It was finally time to escape school and get away with friends! 

Draco grinned as he looked around at his Slytherin buddies. He couldn’t wait to get out of this town and explore, and have a great vacation.

The large group entered the airport, checking their bags through security and boarding the plane in great time. Hermione's seat was in between Ron and Harry. A few rows ahead of her was Draco with Blaise and Pansy. He gripped his seat and clenched his teeth as the plane lifted off. Hermione closed her eyes as a weightless feeling flooded her body during liftoff.
It was dark when Draco opened his eyes. He had nodded off and was woken with choatic voices. Then the plan lurched, sending his head flying into the seat in front of him.

"Bloody Hellll - " He murmured, rubbing his forehead. "What's going on?" 

Hermione grabbed Ron with fright as the pilot spoke on the intercom.

"Extreme turbulence has forced us into an ocean landing, oxygen masks will deploy and lifevests as underneath your seats. Please stay calm!" Screams and tears followed his annoucement as the Hogwarts students began to freak out.

Draco fumbled with his mask after it fell, strapping it on and inhaling deeply. The fresh oxygen had a strange metal taste. He gripped his seat harder as the plane turned, forcing his practically onto Blaise's lap. 

Then everything went dark.

Chapter 2: Chapter Two || An Unexpected Acquaintence.
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Hermione’s POV::
I was falling. Eyes closed, I felt my body going down, down, down, anticipating a hard crash. But instead, my foot jerked as water skimmed my toes. I was somehow already on hard ground. My brown eyes opened with shock as I sat up.

It was obvious I was no longer on the plane. I turned my head slowly, mouth open. The ocean was grazed my toes again as the tide came in. Sitting up, I looked to my left and saw the ocean stretching until it blurred into the horizon. To my right was the same thing, but I could faintly see a cliff several hundred yards away. I twisted my body around to see what lay behind me. It was a thick, dense, green jungle, trees sprouting forever above my head. I gingerly got to my feet, weak with hunger and shock as I realized my predicament.

The plane had crashed. I am alone. There is no sight of the aircraft or any other people. My wand is back in my luggage, which was probably floating in the ocean by now. Hot tears stung my eyes as my vision blurred. What could be worse?

I began walking slowly to the clump of trees and vegetation. Perhaps there was an indigenous island population here that had soft beds and yummy food.

“Yeah, right,” I breathed.

Then something caught my eye. Well, someone. It was a boy. He was on the sand, slumped in a funny position, lying with his face down. I ran to him, calling out to the mysterious figure before I reached him.

“Hello? Hello, are you alright?” I sank into the sand as I gently turned him over, sunlight spilling onto his handsome, strong face. I swallowed. Things just got a lot worse.


Draco’s POV::

“Hello? Hello, are you alright?” I heard a girl calling to me before I opened my eyes and was blinded by the bright sunlight. Instinctively shielding my vision, I held up a hand to block the sun. My fingers obstructed a view of her face so I sat up.

“Ouch,” I said, head spinning. Then I heard her gasp. I turned, to see none other than Hermione Granger. Her eyes were big and nervous, her small mouth open with shock.

“Hey,” she breathed, surprised. I looked at her blankly before noticing our surrounding. 

“Bloody Hell!” I jumped to my feet before collapsing back into the sand. “My head kills.” 

I rubbed my forehead as I let my eyes wander the scene. To my left was a vast ocean, a beautiful blue green. To the right was a solid wall of forest and ahead of me was more beach, going on for miles. I turned to her, mouth agape, as if she would offer me a reasonable explanation. She shrugged.

“I think our plane crashed,” Hermione said, turning her gaze away from me. “The turbulence must have damaged the plane badly, and the pilot couldn’t have saved us.”

She looked at her hands, folded in her lap as her face crumbled. “What are we going to do?” She looked at me with a tragic face before she started to sob.

I looked away, unsure of how to react to her sorrow. I stood up slowly and stretched surveying the area again. I could not see the plane or any other person besides her. Hermione began to quiet, drying her eyes.

I looked down at her and offered her my hand.

"Get up,” I said with more gruffness that I had tried for. She took my hand and rose to her feet.

“The only way we can stay sane is to stay together.” My grey eyes met her brown eyes.

“And make a fire, and get rescued, and find food,” she held back tears and began to hiccup. “And we need to make shelter, and –”

“And get along,” I interrupted, placing a hand on her mouth. “And right now that’s pretty hard ‘cause you’re annoying me with your whining.”

She looked at my hand then removed it, and for a brief moment our fingers were twined. I looked at her before she blushed and I turned away. For some reason, Hermione looked half decent now. Actually, more than half decent, beautiful actually. Her usually neat brown hair was wavy and in her eyes, and her hand felt so soft against me.

Maybe her company won’t be a bad thing.

Chapter 3: Chapter Three || "She's got spunk."
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Hermione’s POV::

Wow. Who knew Draco’s hands would be so nice? I looked away, blushing, staring down at my fingers at my side. Draco turned and began to walk into the jungle.

“Where are you going? Wait for me!” I cried, following him. I fell into step with him, looking up at his profile. 

“Do you have a plan, or are we going to just wander around in this jungle?”

He turned to me and looked down. “Granger, do you really think I would just waltz in here because I FELT like it? Of course I have a plan.” He replied. 

I bit my lip and looked down, feeling stupid.

“Sorry,” Draco said quietly as we entered the jungle. He lead the way, pushing away ferns with his hand and held them back as to not hit me in the face. I muttered a thank you each time, desperate to fill the silence. It was eerily quiet, as if it was only us two on the island. We walked for about ten minutes when I got chatty.

“So, Draco, when do you think we’ll stop?” I asked. As soon as the words left my mouth, he stopped. I slammed into his back, unaware of the sudden stop. He turned around and suddenly we were only a few inches away.

Draco looked past me and announced, “We’ll stop here.”

I nodded, as if it was as obvious to me as it seemed to be to him. He stepped away and began to rip up the light foliage around us. I cleared away a seat and rested, watching him work to get a ‘camp’ ready.


Draco's POV ::

“Are you just gonna sit and watch the show, princess?” I told Hermione, already angry. I do not take to voluntary labor well.

She blinked before joining me and we cleared a space about six feet by six feet. It was exhausting, and I was breathing heavy by the time we called it quits.

Hermione gave me a weird look. “Are you alright, Draco?” she asked.

I held up a hand.

“Yes, I'm fine. Now, what are we going to do about food and water? You know that essential stuff as a source of energy necessary for survival.” I looked at her. 

“I have no idea,” she whispered, leaning her head on her hands. I swear I heard her sniffling again. This girl needs to be tougher.

“Alright Granger, let’s explore the beach or something. You like the beach? Girls liked the beach. And if I'm gonna be stuck with a girl, I want her to be a happy girl.”

“Sounds good. But I don’t feel like walking that whole way again.” Hermione looked up at me as I stood up and she remained seated. Her amber eyes and tired voice stirred something within me. 

“Want a ride?” I turned around, offering her to jump on my back. Instead, she let out a loud laugh. “What’s so funny?”

She covered her grin with a hand. “Do you honestly believe that I will get on your back? Draco Malfoy, you have never been nice to me. You’ll probably drop me!”

“Well, I am being nice for once. And you just missed your chance!” I faced her with a smirk and she stood up, smiling. 

Hermione shrugged. “I’ll just walk.” She turned on her heel and began walking to the beach. 

I stood, unmoving, for a second before I followed her. She’s got spunk, that Hermione.

Chapter 4: Chapter Four || The First Night.
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Draco’s POV::

I fell into step besides Hermione as we approached the beach. While we walked, I took a better glimpse of our new environment. The jungle was heavily congested with trees and other foliage, and when I looked up I could see the sunlight filtering through the treetops. 

When we reached the shore, I watched Hermione walk right up to the ocean. She put one foot in, and then stepped all the way in, wading out until the water reach her knees. I sat on the sand, studying her. 

What did I have against this girl? Ah yes, she’s a mudblood, I reminded myself. Hermione tied up her hair and let a loose curl cascade down her back. Damn, she was beautiful. I tore my eyes away. What I needed now is to make a list of reasons why I shouldn’t like her. I turned over to lean on my back and shielded my eyes from the sun so I could still see Hermione.

Reason one: her parents are muggles.
Reason two: her two best friends are my enemies. Stupid Potter and that Weasley idiot. I exhaled gruffly as I thought of those two. Alright, back on track, Reason three: she had a way of –

A splash caught my attention and I lazily leaned on my elbows and looked to the ocean. I couldn’t see Hermione. I sat all the way up, looking around frantically for where she could have gone. I stumbled to my feet, racing to the ocean. Right as I stepped in the water, she sprang out of it, coughing. I waded out closer to her and put an arm on her shoulder as she caught her breath.

“I fell over,” she explained between deep breaths. “And before I knew it I was under.” 

“C’mon you mermaid, that’s enough,” I wrapped an arm around her loosely and guided her back to shore.

She coughed a few more times before we sat down. A few moments of silence followed as I fiddled with the loose threads on my shirt. If I were to be stranded in one outfit, it would not have been my Slytherin green sweater and tie and jeans. My shirt was a bit big because mother ordered the wrong size, again. I looked at Hermione’s (now damp) Gryffindor maroon sweater and tie and her dark denim. Then I got an idea.


Hermione’s POV::

“Here, you should wear this,” I heard Draco say before his voice was muffled.

I looked over to him as I shivered, and noticed he was taking off his sweater. I got a glimpse of his toned stomach before his eyes appeared again, handing me his shirt.

“Really, Granger? I understand if you don’t wanna wear a Slytherin sweater but seriously, it’s either this or your wet clothing.” Draco made a good point. I took his sweater.

“Alright, I’ll wear it, but when I change you have got to promise to face the other way.” I told him, standing up. 

“Hermione, I'm not a perv.” He scoffed, closing his eyes as I stepped a couple feet behind him.

I smiled as I peeled off my maroon sweater and jeans. Skinny jeans are hard enough to take off, but when they’re wet it’s just ridiculous. After struggling with my pants, I pulled on his sweater. It was just loose enough to reach my mid thigh. It actually was a nice shirt, soft and dry. It clung to my damp figure with some room for slack. I gathered up my wet uniform and put them in the sand before I sat next to Draco again. His eyes gave me a once over before looking back into the ocean.

Night was approaching, and the sun was setting, painting the sky brilliant shades of pink, navy, and orange. 

“We should get back to camp,” Draco announced, sitting up. I nodded and got up and picked up my clothes, facing him.

“So are we going to call that lame space of grass ‘camp’ now?” I replied sarcastically as we made our way back. 

He smirked. “Yes, Granger, I guess we will.”

“Why don’t you just call me Hermione?” I crinkled my brows, looking at him.

Draco shrugged. “I can do that.”

A few minutes of walking lead to peaceful silence. 

“Tomorrow we will worry about food and water,” he told me as we reached our clearing. “But right now let’s try to get a good sleep.” He laid down, still shirtless, and looked at me, as I tried with all my might not to blush.

“Well, goodnight Draco.” I said, laying down a few inches next to him. I didn’t want to be too close and freak him out, but I wanted to be close enough to feel his body  warmth. 

He turned on his side, Draco’s face suddenly only inches away from mine. I bit my lip.

“G’night Hermione,” he said, going back to his position of lying on his back, arms folded behind his head. I lay on my side, facing him as his eyes closed. Draco still had his tie on, which looked pretty dumb, but I didn’t say anything. I closed my eyes and welcomed sleep.

Chapter 5: Chapter Five || Jump.
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Draco’s POV::

The next morning, I was getting tired of the humble camp we had made. I mean seriously, I’m a Malfoy, and we thrive on adventure and excitement.

“Wake up, Granger.” I reached over and shoved her shoulder gently. I’ve been doing that a lot recently, doing things ‘gently.’ 

“Draco, I was just having the most wonderful dream.” Hermione replied, eyes still closed. I looked at her.

“We were off of this island and back at Hogwarts for the end of our last year. It was Christmas, and the feast had just begun, and I was seated next to …” Her brown eyes opened with a start. I raised an eyebrow.

“Is that all?” I asked impatiently. I don’t take well to suspense.

“Yes Draco, that is all.” She said hurriedly. “Now, why did you wake me up?”

“This is getting mighty boring,” I said, reaching out a hand to lift her up as I stood. “Let’s go exploring or something.”

“Alright, but not too far.” Hermione said upon standing, stretching gracefully, like a cat. I tried to peel my gaze off of her bare midsection as my green sweater rose above her hips. I darted my eyes away.

“Oh, right, this is yours,” she said, looking down at my sweater, as if she had just noticed it. Hermione checked her now dry clothing before ordering “turn around.”

I heard her take off my sweater and put on her own clothes before I was allowed to “okay, now you can turn around” and put my own shirt back on.

“Thank you. And now, I say this way,” I announced, beginning down the path from camp to the beach, not stopping to wait if Hermione was in tow.

“Wait for me!” She ran to catch up to me and soon fell in line next to me. It was the first time I realized her petite frame. The top of her golden brown hair reached my chin. I cleared my throat as she turned and met my gaze.

“So, um, how are you?” I asked awkwardly.

She shrugged. “I’m fine. You know, just trapped on an island with a guy I now see all 24 hours of the day compared to a few hours a week.” She turned me as she heard me laugh. By this point in our journey we were walking along the beach, out of the trees. 

“Is that just the usual?” I smirked.

“Oh yes, but of course. Island hopping is my favorite pastime. I only take planes as opposed to apperating in hopes that they will crash and burn, landing in the ocean, stranding me with a stranger.”

“Hey now, do you really consider me a stranger, even after all this?” I shot her a pathetic look.

“I guess not. I mean, this experience will definitely change our relationship.” She began, using her manicured hands as she spoke. “We’ll either become friends or enemies or … um, closer friends …” 

Hermione’s voice trailed off. Desperate to clear to silence, I searched the area for something new.

“Bloody helll, check that out!” my hand reached her shoulder as we turned to the left, and there saw a cliff at least two stories high. Below it lay the glimmering ocean, a light mix of sapphire blue and aquamarine, glittering in the almost noon sun.

“Wow. That’s so beautiful. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Hermione turned to me with a devilish grin. 


Hermione's POV::

“And what is that?” Draco said, his brows knitted in curiosity. Before I said anything, I took off running. My feet hit the sand in even paces, keeping up with my pounding heart as I raced to the cliff. When I saw Draco appear to my left, I grinned back at him.

“I’m gonna get there faster!” I shouted, encouraging him to run as fast as I am. He quickened his pace, running ahead of me. I laughed, sprinting along side of him as we ran at an evenly matched speed.

It was an uphill climb to reach the top of the cliff. We stood on the edge looking down, silently daring the other to jump first. A couple yards below us were a few rocks along the shore and the ocean, which looked deep enough to jump into. 

“I’m surprised it was your idea to come up here, Hermione,” Draco said, looking down into the gentle waves. “I didn’t know you were so adventurous.”

I shrugged, smiling. “I guess even bookworms crave a little adventure sometimes.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Adventurous enough to jump first?” He challenged.
I hesitated, and then pulled my sweater over my head. An adrenaline rush had coursed through me at the thought of proving him wrong. Taking off my jeans, I tried to act calm as I saw him looking at my figure. If I had known this trip would lead to getting stranded with the most conceited guy at Hogwarts, I would have at least worked out beforehand.

“OK. I’m ready.” I said confidently, standing in my bra and underwear.

“And I am ready to watch you,” Draco replied, still sounding astonished. I approached the drop-off, curling my toes off the edge. I inhaled and before I could stop myself, threw myself over.

The sensation of dropping through the air stung my eyes and forced my breath to catch in my throat. I closed my eyes as I hit the water, feeling my tired body immerse in cool water. I opened them, looking underwater at the aquamarine undersea world. I pushed off the bottom and broke the surface, breathing the fresh oxygen, looking up at Draco triumphantly. He was clapping, the jerk.

“Your turn!” I cupped my hands around my mouth as I shouted up to him, kicking my feet to stay afloat.

His silhouette disappeared for a few seconds before I could see him sailing down into the water, perfect diving form. Showoff. He landed a couple feet away and the ripples pushed me farther from him. I swam closer as he came above water, shaking his head as his hair flew. I laughed as he grinned, breathing deeply.

“Now that was fun!” He actually sounded happy, unlike his normally guarded self. I smiled at him, admiring his grey eyes against the light blue sea. 

Then he was moving, closer to me he swam, until his nose was centimeters from me.

Chapter 6: Chapter Six || Take A Chance.
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Hermoine’s POV ::

I blinked, wondering if Draco was truly coming as close to me as he seemed. I kicked my feet, keeping myself afloat as his hand grazed mine underwater. 
Then it was over.

Draco’s grey eyes met mine for a second before he swam back to shore. I clenched my hand into a fist. What did I do wrong? What made him want to get away? My heart sank, watching Draco climb onto shore and lay into the sand, tilting his head up to the sky. I forced myself to swim to shore, plunging underwater until my lungs burned and I had to return to the surface. When I reached the beach, I crumbled next to him, my breath playing catch up. 

I heard Draco’s voice before I looked at him.
I looked at his profile; his face wore a look of shame.

“It’s okay, if I didn’t want you to kiss me I would have moved away.” I said softly.

He turned to look at me. “So I didn’t just freak you out?”

I shook my head with a laugh. “No, you didn’t."  I titled my head, a grin across my lips.

“There's more where that came from if you're interested.” he sighed and smirked at me, resting his elbows behind me as Draco moved closer to me. He leaned back, our shoulders touching.

“You’re alright, Draco,” I told him. He smiled, looking out to the ocean. A few moments passed and I heard my stomach growl.

“I haven’t eaten for too long,” I said, leaning my head on his shoulder. “Can we go try and find something to eat?”

Draco stood up, wiping off the sand from his denim. “Great idea, Hermione. Let’s try and find something for you,” he reached down his hand, helping me stand up.

My fingers lingered in his, slowly letting go of his hand. I followed him back into the jungle.

We walked for a few minutes, passing camp, before I spoke.

“Draco?” I began quietly. “What do you think happened to the others … ”


Draco’s POV ::

I was expecting that question from Hermione. 

“I don’t know,” I replied gently. “Maybe something weird happened, like we fell out of the plane while the other students crashed somewhere safe.”

She was quiet for a few minutes, and I wondered if my answer drove her to silence. I looked around, turning my head as we walked to catch a glimpse of anything that looked remotely edible. In reality, I had no idea what I was doing. I am not used to working without magic. Or working at all.

“Wait, this looks alright,” I said, stopping suddenly. Hermione kept walking, slamming into my back.

“Ouch,” I heard her whisper. I reached to the bush that caught my attention, feeling the berries that grew on the green shrubbery. Hermione reached out her fingers, examining the fruit.

“These look alright,” I said, picking one off and looking at it closer. The berry was firm and small, a dark purple color. 

“Mm, doesn’t taste too bad.” Hermione said, chewing on the berry. I looked at her with a worried face.

“You ATE it, without researching it in a library or making me eat it first?” I said with passion, raising an eyebrow sarcastically. 

Hermione rolled her eyes. “There is a lot about me that you don’t know.  Don’t take people just for face value.”

I was intrigued. “Like what?” We started to pick more berries, munching on them as we took a seat at the base of a nearby tree. 

She shrugged her shoulders. “You saw me jump off the cliff first. Sometimes I just want to prove people wrong.” Hermione popped another berry in her mouth. “And sometimes I’m tired of being THAT GIRL who needs to be right all the time.”

I nodded sincerely as she spoke, listening with surprise to her confessions as I ate a couple more berries.

“And sometimes, I want to surprise people and do one thing that someone will remember.” Hermione looked at me, placing her fingers lightly on my chin.

Then she kissed me.

Chapter 7: Chapter Seven || With No Distractions ...
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A/N :: hey (: yea, Hermione's first kiss was with Krumm, but what if it wasn't ... ?

Hermione’s POV ::

Draco didn’t hold back. His lips pressed hard against mine, his kiss was powerful. Taken aback, I hesitated slightly, but then let his mouth form against mine, warm and new.  I could almost feel his soft lips aching for more.

I pulled back, overcome by the passion felt by our moment. When I opened my eyes, his were still closed. They opened slowly.

“Draco … that was,” I began, the words leaving my mouth bit by bit. He raised his eyebrows. 

“I know,” he whispered and smiled. “If you get any better at kissing I won’t be able to handle it.”

I was taken aback by his compliment, floored at the fact of Draco Malfoy was impressed by my kissing. 

I tried to play it cool. “That’s really nice of you,” I felt my cheeks blooming pink. “And you are probably the best kisser I’ve ever experienced.”

I could tell that hit the spot. Draco grinned, shaking his head.

“Impossible. You must get with guys all the time at school.” He ate another berry as I grabbed a few more once I could get my legs moving again.

“Actually …” I swallowed, biting my lip. “That was my first kiss.”

Draco looked at me, confused.

“Yea I know, I’m a late bloomer and all that stuff, but I guess I’m just so shy that I’m not as experienced as everyone else...” my voice trailed off.

“At least your first kiss was meaningful.” Draco muttered. “Mine was just to get it done, with some neighborhood witch back in grade school.”

Hermione nodded. “I wanted to do that too, but I didn’t want to waste my first kiss … and it turned out being a great one.” I looked at him. “I mean, I can tell my friends or my kids that my first kiss was on an island with a boy who I thought hated me.” I rested my head on his shoulder, smiling when I heard his laugh.

“Yea, that’s a good point. And you're welcome for that.” Draco said, his thumb grazing my ear comfortingly. 

“Thank you Draco.” I whispered, closing my eyes. He slung an arm around my shoulder loosely. 


Draco’s POV ::

Damn. I was falling for Hermione and I was falling fast. Suddenly I got nervous. It’s obvious that we wont be here forever – granted, that would be the best thing ever, but somehow, sometime we’ll have to go back. And what will our relationship be like when we return to Hogwarts? Where more people, more assumptions, and more expectations surround us?

I straightened up slowly, adjusting myself to slide my arm off of her. Hermione looked at me when I stood up.

“Now that we have found food, we obviously also need water.” I helped her stand up before we walked back to the beach.

She kept up with me, determined not to let the silence break our blooming relationship. 

“What about you, Draco? What makes you different that other people don’t notice.” Hermione asked me. I thought for a moment, carefully considering what I could reveal to her. For one, I could admit the fact that I was sworn in as a deatheater. 

“You know, just stuff like pressure,” I began, honestly trying to give her a truthful answer. “My parents have plans for me that I don’t know if I want to follow.” I avoided her eyes as she nodded sympathetically. “I don’t even really know what I want to do! And who says they can choose what happens to me in my future,” I continued angrily. Now that I got started it was hard to stop.

“I don’t want to be another Lucius. I don’t want to be another Malfoy known for the deeds we’re forced to do.” I bit my lip, forcing myself to end the rant.

“I know how you feel. Except for me it’s the opposite. My parents want me to also be a dentist, but I want a career with magic.” I noticed her eyes light up when I watched Hermione speak. “It’s something I went my whole life not knowing about. And know that I’m aware of my ability, it’s all I can ever think about.” Hermione smiled, her brown eyes gleaming. 

I smiled; glad we had another thing in common. “What do you think things will be like when we get back?”

“I’m not sure,” Hermione replied, thinking. “Hopefully there are people who miss us right now.” I pictured my parents, wondering what they’re doing now. “And hopefully we wont be here too long,” a picture of us as a ninety year old couple came to mind. “But I definitely think we should enjoy the time we do have here.” 

“Here it’s just you and me. No distractions.” I realized.

“With no distractions I'm gonna treat you right.” Hermione said, quickly adding, “it’s a song that I like.”

I shrugged. “Just saying lyrics or not, it sounds good to me.”

As we approached the ocean, I wrapped an arm around her hip, gently drawing her closer. Forget the future, right now I have to live in the moment and appreciate the time given here

Chapter 8: Chapter Eight || Nightmare.
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Hermione’s POV::

I felt Draco’s arm slip around my wais when we reached the beach.

“Alright, so there’s salt water. We need fresh water. What should we do?” I turned and looked up to his face. He thought for a moment, then gave his reply.

“I guess we need to filter it, but I can only think of one way we could,” he was pulling off his sweater. Does he enjoy seeing himself shirtless? Then I remembered the previous time when he went bare was because of me.

“We could use my shirt. I'm not sure how good it will work but it’s the best we’ve got.” I sat on the sand as he walked into the waves, the sun glinting off his light blonde hair. Draco dipped his shirt into the sea, scooping some water out. He walked back out, carefully strolling towards me as I cupped my hands, accepting the water that trickled out of our modest water filterer. 

I tipped my hands back, feeling the cool water run down my throat, my thirst subsiding.

“Not bad,” I announced, licking my lips. “I can taste a little bit of the salt, but that’s alright.”

I took the sweater from him, wading into the ocean as I dipped it in, gathering the salt water. I walked slowly back to where he was lounging, letting the water filter into his outstretched hands. 

I sat next to him, damp sweater in my lap as he gulped down the water.

“I'm so thirsty that I don’t care how slightly salty that was,” Draco said. “Another great idea by me,” his face was full of pride as he looked at me. 

“True, you found a source of food and a way of getting water,” I began, looking back into his eyes. “And those are very important. Thank you very much.” I grinned at him sincerely.

“Will I get anything in return?” Draco asked, sounding very full of him. 

“Yes you do,” I stood up and helped him do the same. Then I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his toned arms around my shoulders. I leaned against him, tilting my head to fit perfectly in the curve of his neck. 

His lips brushed my cheek. 

We broke apart slowly, but still held each other.

“That’s your thank you,” I smiled, feeling his warmth against mine. “You got a hug.”

Draco laughed, his lean frame tightening on me. “Well I should try and provide for you more often, I liked that a lot.” He let go of me, ending the embrace.

We turned, looking at the sea and the setting sun, illuminating the sky, his fingers twined in mine. 

“What do you say of returning to our humble abode for the night?” He asked, picking up his shirt. 


Draco’s POV::

I walked back into the jungle, Hermione's hand closed in mine. When we reached camp, I collapsed to the ground, exhausted from our day.

Hermione laughed. “Someone’s just a little bit tired,” she said, smiling at me. I closed my eyes, lying on my stomach.

“Yes, just a little. We did a lot to day,” I replied, hearing her settle down next to me.

“Ran to a cliff, jumped off a cliff, walked through the jungle forever to find food, explained my feelings to you, which takes a lot of effort obviously,” I opened my eyes to see her sitting up, listening to me and smiling.

“And then we went to the beach and filtered sea water. I think we accomplished very much today.” I continued.

“Yes, we did.” Hermione lay down next to me, resting her head on her bent arm. “What do you think we’ll do tomorrow?”

“I'm not sure. Only time will tell I guess.” I rolled over onto my back as she did the same.

Bright stars dotted the inky blue sky, just visible in-between the tree tops. I closed my eyes, wishing for restful sleep.

“Goodnight Draco,” I heard Hermione whisper.

I rolled over to my stomach, looking at her. Her eyes were closed and she cradled her head on her arm. Her wavy brown hair framed her face and wrapped around her shoulders. Hermione’s hand curled, inches away from me. 

“Sweet dreams Hermione,” I said, gently slipping my hand into hers. He lips formed a tiny smile before my eyes closed. 

|| hours later ||

Hermione was on the beach, and so was I. Her wand pointed at me, her face full of rage.

“Draco Malfoy, you sick bottom feeder,” she shouted, her voice choked with tears and anger. “How could I have let myself trust a guy like you? You are untrustworthy and heartless, cruel and narcissistic!”

She stepped towards me. I had no wand, and felt my knees go weak as I fell, begging her to spare my life. 

“How could I believe that I could fall in love with such a despicable creature? No one could ever love you.” Hermione’s wrath was reaching a climax as I felt her stand over me, my head bent over myself. I was crying hysterically.

“Hermione stop! I'm not like that! How could you think that of me? I have never been like that I will never be!” My tears blinded me, her face swimming in my clouded vision. “And if you ever thought that of me I would change for you!”

“Quit your pathetic whining,” Hermione’s voice became murky as she raised her wand.

"Avada Kedavra!” Her voice was no longer her own, mixed with that of pure evil – Voldemort. Then I couldn’t see any longer.

“Draco? Draco! Draco what is the matter?” I was being shaken, my forearm burning. 

My eyes flew open.

Hermione face with twisted with confusion and affection. I blinked, before crumbling from the searing of my arm, pressing on my forearm. I clenched my teeth, the removed my hand. It was covering my darkmark. I heard Hermione gasp as I flushed with embarrassment and shame. 

I knew she would never think of me the same again. I sobbed, curling into a ball, forced to endure this nightmare; this message, this punishment, from Voldemort.

Chapter 9: Chapter Nine || We'd Be Surprisingly Good for Each Other.
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Hermione’s POV ::

I doubt I slept the rest of the night. But somehow, I awoke, my eyes opening in the morning. I sat up, looking at Draco. He was still facing away from me, deep in sleep. I stood up, walking to the beach.

On my way, I thought about him. Draco is a deatheater – how could I accept him now? But I reminded myself – my feelings for him are still the same, no matter what I learn about him. Draco is still Draco. He is still handsome, caring, strong, and dependable. 

Yet he is still guarded, a deatheater, and my best friend’s enemy. 

My eyes clouded with the thought of Harry and Ron. Only a few days ago I had been with them, excited for this trip. Except now I was stuck on an island with Draco, and I have no idea where they are. I rubbed at my eyes, not allowing myself to cry. Perhaps they are safe, maybe in a different place. 

I stepped out of the jungle, my toes curling in the warm sand. I kept my head up, looking at the sea ahead. The sun wasn’t too high in the sky, reflecting off of the aquamarine water.

Then I noticed something I hadn’t before. A few yards away was a mass of something, or a couple somethings. I walked quickly, realizing that the mysterious cluster were objects, washed in from the sea. There were broken glass bottles, torn pages, chunks of cloth, small bits of metal, pieces of wood. I inspected each item, making a note to revisit the lump of junk with Draco. 

I walked alongside the ocean, the ocean rushing over my feet each time the tide came in. This truly was a beautiful place – it was the circumstances that ruined it. I sat down on dry sand, stretching my legs in front of me.

My body was kind of gross actually. What I need was a bath. I closed my eyes, imagining myself slipping into a Jacuzzi sized bathtub. I smiled as I visually indulged in bath salts, body wash, and played the radio as loud as I wanted. Sharing a dormitory with Lavender and Parvati, such behavior would not be acceptable, especially with Brown. That prat.

My eyes opened as I heard the sand shifting behind me.

“Why didn’t you tell me.” I said, my voice quite and stern. Draco sat beside me, his arms crossed.


Draco’s POV ::

“C’mon Hermione, you know you wouldn’t have even TALKED to me if you knew if I had ...” I stopped myself there. I looked at her for any sign on understanding, but she kept her eyes in a cold stare into the waves. 

I exhaled. “Hermione, please, don’t think of me differently. I'm still Draco. And we’re still stuck together here,” I moved over slightly, getting closer to her. She didn’t react.

“And I still want your trust. And your friendship.” Hermione’s eyes drifted away from the ocean. 

“But I can’t ignore it,” she said, blinking hard. “You seemed so right for me all of the sudden. At Hogwarts, thing were so different, and I didn’t realized how good we could be together.” She faced me, her soft face showing worry.

“I was even starting to have feelings for you,” she whispered, burying her head in her hands. 

I swallowed, my heart breaking.

Hermione had feelings for me, just like I did for her. So why aren’t I leaping for joy? I looked away, unable to comfort her.

She thought I was some sort a monster. 

I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into my lap. “Ssh,” I whispered in her ear, her cries turning into sobs. I cradled her in my arms, trying not to cry myself. 

She quieted, hiccupping. “I feel like I’ve already lost you,” she said, turning to look at me. 

I shook my head. “No, never, Hermione I can fight this,” I said, unbelieving the words that came out of my mouth. 

“I’d rather defy everything he told me to do, than ruin my chances of being with you.” That, I said and believed.

She sat up in my lap, leaning her head against my chest. I curled my arms around Hermione, and then kissed her forehead.

Her warm brown eyes met mine. “Do you promise?” Her voice was barely audible. 

I nodded. “I’d do anything to protect the one I love.”

Her eyes widened in pleasantly surprised shock.

Chapter 10: Chapter Ten || It Takes Two to Tango.
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Hermione’s POV ::

I looked up at Draco. Did he just …? 

He smiled, as if reading my uncertain mind.
I stood up, holding his hands. I’ll admit it, I’m a little bit of a love skeptic. Call me bitter, but I didn't want to get hurt.

“Prove it.” I dared him, grinning.

“No problem,” Draco said, pulling me away from the shore.

He held me out to arm’s length. “I’m gonna show you one of my deepest, darkest secrets.”

I laughed, immediately curious.

“As a kid, my mom made me go to dancing class,” he began. I laughed, unable to picture tough, tormented Draco as a little boy stuck in dance class.

“Hey, no laughing!” Draco told me. I covered my grin with my hand and nodded.

“It was a great way to meet girls. Anyway,” he adjusted himself, bending his elbow and putting his hand around my waist, as I was directed to hold his hand and put my hand on his shoulder.

“I want to teach you a simple eight step combo, it’s another thing I do exceptionally well,” he said with a smirk. 

I was surprised, both that he could dance properly and that he was not embarrassed to teach me how.

“Alright hotshot, teach away.”

He nodded and closed his eyes briefly before we began.

“And one.” Draco pressed lightly on the small of my back, and I instinctively took a step backwards.

“Oh, sorry,” I muttered, fearing that I messed up the dance.

He shook his head, smiling. “That was actually the right step.”

I smiled, surprised.

“And two.” He stepped towards me as I stepped back, our feet shifting in the sand.

“And three.” He raised our hands above our heads, looking into my eyes. Draco raised an eyebrow as his grey eyes met my light brown eyes.

“And four.” He stepped away from me, encouraging me to glide in the opposite direction as we turned away from each other. 

“And five.” Then we were back together, his hand back around my waist.


Draco’s POV ::

“And six.” I raised the hand clasping Hermione’s. She froze, unsure of the next step. I gestured to her leg before she bent it, leaning backwards.

“And seven.” Hermione’s bent leg wrapped around mine, our bodies pressed together.

“And eight.” I dropped her suddenly, catching her before she hit the sandy ground.

Her eyes were closed and she let out a squeak before I caught her, and I laughed. 

“I’ll always catch you.” Hermione opened her eyes as I straightened up, wrapping my arms around her waist as she held onto my shoulders.

“Draco Malfoy!” She hit me, looking rather hurt. “You scared me! I thought you were going to drop me flat on my back!” She pulled away, her sorrowful face soon breaking into a grin.

I laughed, shaking my head. “You're a trip Hermione, really. I love you remember. I won’t ever drop you.”

She shrugged her smile lighting up her face, and mine.

“Yes, I know that. And you Draco are a wonderful dancer!” She practically shouted, sounding amazed.

“I would have never guessed you were so talented.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, babe,” I grinned, proud that I could still remember the eight simple steps of a beginner’s tango.

Memories came back to me of learning how to dance, back when I was ten years old. Back then I had noticed my ability and, I’ll admit it, used easy magic to help myself with some steps. 

“Well it’s certainly not as exciting as your tango,” Hermione said, taking my hand. “But I also have something to show you.” 

We walked a few yards down the beach, approaching an area of scattered materials. 

I saw broken glass, feet of clothing, mangled metal and odd pieces of unrecognizable something-or-other. 

“Wait,” I muttered, slipping my hand away from hers and bending down. “This looks familiar.” I reached for a bag, torn into pieces.

“Draco, don’t touch that it looks like a –” Her voice cut off.

I nodded, standing up and examining the object.

It was a scrap of the unused barf bag Blaise and I used to play hangman.

“You know what this means, right?” I said, my brows knitted in concern. “The plan really crashed, and who knows if the others survived.”

Chapter 11: Chapter Eleven || Answered Questions.
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Hermione’s POV ::

“Draco …” I whispered, shaking my head. He let it slip from his hands, looking at me. 

"If they’re truly gone … how will we get home? As much as I'm enjoying this time here to learn how to dance and get closer to you, eventually I need to get back to school.”

Draco nodded. “There’s a lot to get back to, I know. Our families, Hogwarts, our friends. Except,” he gave a short, gruff laugh.

“Now that we’re here, no one else could find us. I’m free from You-Know-Who,” Draco looked at me but I didn’t return the eye contact.

“What happened last night?” I asked. “Was he punishing you or something?” 

He clenched his jaw, the memory of that night returning to him. “I had a nightmare.” Draco walked slowly back to the shore and I followed.

“We were right here, on the beach. You had your wand, and I did not.”

I was confused, but didn’t ask questions. I sat down, looking up at him as he paced, retelling his dream.

“You were insulting me,” he bit his lip. “You called me untrustworthy and heartless, cruel and narcissistic.” 

“Draco, you know I don’t feel that way,” I interrupted, desperate to clear the air. “I thought you were like that when I didn’t know you. I judged you.”

He continued as if he didn’t hear me defending myself. “And then I begged for you to spare me; you wanted to kill me.” He said a thread of inferiority in his voice.

“But you did it anyway. You gave me the killing curse.” Draco looked at my briefly, his eyes drifting over my pained expression. 

“Draco, I would never,” I spoke softly. “I would never try to hurt you.”

“Your voice was different.” He went on, walking slowly in a tight circle. “His voice was present when you talked. That’s why my mark hurt. He was sending me a message, or a punishment, or something.” 

Draco sat next to me, defeated. 

“I don’t know why that happened, but it did.” He looked down at his hands.


Draco’s POV ::

It was hard to explain this to Hermione. She had no idea the kind of power he had. And it was hard to ignore that the nightmare was a penalty for something. 

“I can’t tell you what he meant by that,” Hermione said. “But I can tell you that he was just trying to hurt you. He will always try to hurt you, Draco.”

I nodded, half-heartedly believing what she told me. I somewhat agreed, thinking that the nightmare was just him flexing his muscles, proving his new power over me. I leaned my head on her shoulder.

“What do you want to do now?” I asked Hermione.

“You seem really stressed. We could play the Question Game, or Truth or Dare.” I could hear the smile on her lips when she spoke.

“Questions first. I’d like to get to know you better.”

“Alright, I’ll go first. Hmm …” she thought, tapping her chin. “When is your birthday?”

“June fifth.” I answered. 

“What is your favorite food?” 

“Ice cream.”

“Geez Draco, there’s an icy theme here,” Hermione laughed, pointing out the connection. “I guess that’s why you're naturally not the warmest guy?”

“Hey now! Ok, I am a bit tough at first,” I began to explain, gesturing with my hands. “But that was nothing for you to break through.”

“Yea, it only took a few days stranded on an island.” She muttered playfully. “Your turn!”

“Alright,” I said, thinking. “When is your birthday?”

“May twenty-sixth.”

“Is that so? Man, that’s soon then! We left for this trip on May eighteenth, and we have been here for three days,” I said, calculating in my head. “Your birthday is in five days. Gonna be seventeen?”

“Yes I am,” she said, a small smile on her face. “Hopefully we’ll be outta this place by then …”

I nodded. “What is your favorite food?”

“Chocolate mousse. I could really go for some now. Let’s play truth or dare now.” Hermione smirked, and then I could tell I was beginning to rub off on her.

But nobody can smirk as well as I can.

Chapter 12: Chapter Twelve || Truth & Lies.
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A/N :: Luna is a member of Gryffindor in my Fic if you weren't aware.  (This will prevent confusion.)

Draco’s POV::

“Sure, I'm up for it.” I sat up, facing her.

“Okay then, truth or dare?”

“Dare.” I replied, not missing a beat. No hesitation needed.

“Alright then, lemme think …” Hermione bit her lip as she thought.

“I dare you to say something nice to Harry Potter the next time you see him.”

“You're kidding me!” I exclaimed.  “You must be joking!”

Hermione was rolling around she was laughing so much.

“It’s a dare, so you’ve gotta!” Her eyes were wet with tears.

“Think that’s funny, huh?” I raised an eyebrow. “Well then, truth or dare?”

“Give me a truth, Draco.” She said.

“Sacred of a dare, eh?” I scoffed.

“Yep, you could say that.” Hermione grinned.

She was either [successfully] fluffing my ego or just telling the truth.

I took a second to reply, thinking of the ultimate truth I wanted to learn about Hermione.

“Who is the most attractive Slytherin guy?”

After the question was asked, Hermione tapped her chin, drawing out the seconds it took her to reply.

A few moments passed.

“C’mon Hermione!” I shouted. “How long can it take to name the most attractive Slytherin guy?”

She laughed at my mock anger.

“Blaise. Blaise Zabini.”

My jaw dropped. “Blaise Zabini?” I repeated dumbly. 

Hermione nodded. “Mm, yes he is. That dark-coffee-brown skin, those deep eyes, his tall, lean frame, and especially –”

“Agh, Hermione!” I covered her mouth with my hand. “Are you serious?!”

She began to laugh, ringing loud and cheerful as we sat just us two beside the ocean. Hermione wiped at her eyes before she responded.

“No, not really. Blaise is arrogant and too quiet.” She said, truthfully. “I think you are the most attractive guy in Slytherin,” Hermione said as she moved my hand.

“That’s better,” I said, relaxing. “I almost believed you there, for a second.”


Hermione’s POV::

I laughed again, surprised and delighted that Draco fell for my joke.

“Now,” I said, smiling. “Who do you think is the most attractive girl at Hogwarts?”

“That’s gonna be Luna Lovegood, no doubt.” He replied without hesitation, with a straight face. My eyebrows knitted in confusion.

“I mean, look at her! Those gorgeous pale eyes and that waterfall of golden hair. My favorite part of Luna is her homemade Lion head hat.” A twinkle in his eyes gave away the joke.

“Draco! Not funny!” I hit him as he laughed at my gullibility. 

“I can’t believe you feel for that, Hermione.” He said, shaking his head. “Now, your turn again. Truth or dare?”

“I’ll choose dare.” I told him confidently. Okay, well half-confident.

Draco looked into the sea to think. I tilted my head, curious what he would dare me to do. Maybe kiss him, force me to say Slytherin is better at Quidditch than Gryffindor, give him a lapdance maybe, that creep, or he could dare me to go into the ocean and – 

“I dare you to tell me how you feel about me.” His grey eyes focused on me as he interrupted my thoughts.

I blinked, totally unsuspecting of his question. 

I swallowed, looking down at my hands before meeting my brown eyes with his grey eyes. I cleared my throat, about to say what I thought I would never utter, never in a million years, never in my life on earth. 

“Draco Malfoy,” I began, my voice getting steadier with each word of the truth coming out of my mouth. Draco looked at me, unblinking, waiting for me to finish.

“I love you.”

Chapter 13: Chapter Thirteen || Time.
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Pansy’s POV ::

I awoke to soft sounds of whirring and clicking. Gentle beeps rhythmically played in my ear. My fingers twitched, curling around bars that surrounded my bed. My light green eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the bright light streaming in past pastel colored curtains.

I blinked several times, focusing my vision on the foreign room. It looked like a hospital. The walls were painted a calming light blue. My bed was in the middle of the room. The window was on my left, and on the right was a couch. I noticed a figure stretched on the couch, fast asleep.

It was Blaise. His breathing was quiet, and he was curled on the couch. For a pretty tall guy, he fit nicely on the modest-sized couch. 

I looked down. My clothes had been replaced by a hospital gown, long and white and boring. On my left wrist was an IV. My arms were covered in blueish bruises, and my legs felt heavy and hard to move.

“Blaise.” I whispered, trying to wake him up. His brown eyes opened suddenly.

“Hey, Pansy,” Blaise answered casually, stretching his arms above his head, yawning. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m alright. Where are we? And why aren’t we on the trip?” I asked, frantic for answers. “Where is everyone else?”

“What, am I not good enough company?” He joked.

I did not laugh.

“Alright. Well we were on the plane, about halfway to the island,” Blaise began, walking towards the bed. He sat down next to my legs.

“But then it went crazy. Like, extreme, fatal turbulence. The pilot lost control and we crashed in the ocean. We had to be rescued by helicopter. Except,” he looked away. “Not all of us were saved.”

My eyes flashed concern. “Who was left behind?”

“Malfoy.” Blaise said, quietly.

I was shocked. Draco Malfoy, MY Draco, was gone. He was missing. Stranded somewhere, alone and afraid. Missing me. That is, if he was alive. My eyes started to tear.

“So what now?” My voice cracked as I demanded an answer. 

Blaise shook his head. “I don’t know what to say. Snape and McGonagall are going to try to configure some sort of enchanted portkey to take us where he is. But that could be at the bottom of the oc—”

“Don’t say it,” I hissed quickly, sitting up. My wrists throbbed as the IV was jerked. “Don’t you dare say that.”

He was obviously taken aback. “I'm sorry Pansy, but I'm just trying to keep you informed. You haven’t been responsive to outside stimuli since the crash. That was the eighteenth, and today is the twenty-first.” Blaise looked concerned. “They were going to give up on you,” he added in a whisper. 

“I want to talk to the professors.” I insisted. “I want to find Draco.”

“And Hermione, she is missing too.” Blaise said.


Ron’s POV ::

It had been three days since the crash, and McGonagall and Snape were still trying to figure out how to find Draco and Hermione.

I was pacing in Harry’s hospital room. He was badly injured in the crash, and was almost ready to leave the hospital.

“We HAVE to do something, Harry.” I said, approaching his bed. Harry avoided my eyes. I had been on a three-day-long continuous rant; I couldn’t eat or sleep. All I could think about was Hermione. Stuck somewhere, with Draco. Malfoy was the WORST possible person to be stranded with. 

A lump formed in my throat as my mind went to the other possibility. She isn’t with Draco. She’s dead. But I didn’t let myself believe that. That can’t be true, there’s so much that hasn’t happened.

Harry finally spoke. “Ron, you have been worrying about her for days. I am just as concerned as you are, but you have to give this a rest. This isn’t healthy. We have to trust the professors, and when they're ready to find them they will choose who goes with them.” He spoke with a gentle, reassuring confidence.

“But what if they can’t find or make a bloody way to find them, at all!” I shot back. “What if we will never see her again? Do you even remember the last thing you said to her?” I faced the hospital wall, my face flushed and my heart racing. 

“The last thing I told Hermione was not to worry, everything will be ok.” I faced Harry, collapsing on the room’s couch. “That’s what I told her after the turbulence announcement. The last thing I said to Hermione was a lie.” 

Harry had no reply to this. I lay back on the couch, looking up at the bland, generic ceiling. What is Hermione doing right now? Is she thinking of me? Is she with Draco? 

Is she alive?

“Weasley, Potter?” Professor McGonagall’s frail voice came from the hospital door. We both turned to her. “Professor Snape and myself have found a way to find your missing classmates that we strongly believe will work.”

Chapter 14: Chapter Fourteen || Ready, Set, Go.
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Pansy’s POV::

It was humiliating. I was taken out of my hospital bed then loaded onto a wheelchair, to be wheeled by Blaise through the hospital to meet the Professors and the crash survivors. I felt my face burn pink as Blaise weaved me in and out of hallways, passing patients and doctors and visitors.

The Ride of Shame was over when we reached a conference room. Other Hogwarts students were also in a wheelchair, some of them with broken legs or arms. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were there too; Harry’s glasses were missing and Ron was looking very paranoid. Harry caught Blaise’s eye and nodded curtly. Blaise nodded back, wheeling me to a spot and the long conference table across from the Gryffindors. 

“Attention, Students!” Professor McGonagall called from the head of the table. The soft murmurs ceased as we gave her our full attention.

“These last three days has been strenuous for each of us. However, there are just a few more things to be done before you can all be released.”

“As many of you have noticed,” Snape began, his cold eyes sweeping the room, his monotone voice captivating our eager ears.

“Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy have not returned with us. It is of upmost importance that we locate the missing students, as soon as it is possible.”

“Professor Snape and I have configured a sort of portkey that will take us to them,” McGonagall added.

Snape bristled slightly when he was interrupted, before he started to speak again.

“As she mentioned, we will be traveling to their whereabouts this afternoon. All students may return to Hogwarts then. There will be apperators ready to take back the wounded first.”

I shot my hand in the air.

“Yes, Miss Parkinson?”

“Is it possible for a student to accompany you when you go to find Draco?” I asked. “And Hermione,” I added quickly; only the least bit ashamed I forgot the mudblood was also missing.

“I’m sorry Pansy, but I just don’t –” McGonagall spoke.

“Professor, I don’t see any reasonable objections to be made to Miss Parkinson’s request.” Snape spoke slowly, his voice cool, with no room for disagreement.

McGonagall looked frustrated.

“Then I want to go too.” Ron’s voice called from across the table.

The entire room turned to look at him, which prompted him to go red.

“Alright, fine. Mr. Weasley and Miss Parkinson will also travel with us.”


Ron’s POV::

Professor McGonagall had a hint of surrender in her voice.

“The rest of the students please return to your rooms, you will be collected shortly.” Snape announced. 

The students left the room, slowly walking [or rolling] back to their rooms. Soon there was just Pansy, Blaise, Harry and I.

I never liked those Slytherin kids. That Pansy girl was just snooty and narcissistic. And that Blaise bloke is just big and frightening.

“So, Ron and Pansy,” McGonagall clapped her hands together as she looked at the small lot of us. “Both of you would like to go with us to find Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger?”

I nodded, my jaw clenched. I was tired of worrying and just wanted to know if she was alright, and if Draco was playing nice.

“Mr. Zabini, Mr. Potter,” Snape leisurely ushered out Blaise and Harry. “Please return to Miss Parkinson’s room and Mr. Weasley’s room.”

Then it was just us four. Snape stood with us, and Pansy climbed out of her chair, steadily ambling to join Professor McGonagall and myself at the front of the room. 

From the folds of her robes McGonagall withdrew a tattered textbook with a gloved hand. 

“This was the best we could do,” she said, apologizing. “This old textbook has been set to take us to their whereabouts. Now, there are no promises to where they could be.” Professor removed her glove.

“They could be alive, or not.” Snape added matter-of-factly. 

I ignored that comment, ready to go.

“Let’s do this, now.” I said, eager to find my best friend. Professor held out the book, her hand tiny and vieny. We reached out to the book quickly. Snape put his hand on the textbook, as did Pansy. Snape’s hand was pale and large, and Pansy’s hand was petite. Her hand was soft as my fingers brushed hers, placing my hand on the portkey.

As soon as my bare skin touched, we were gone.

Chapter 15: Chapter Fifteen || Found.
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Hermione’s POV::

Draco looked at me. His mouth curled into a smile before we embraced. His arms wrapped around mine and I felt myself go loose. I held on tight, wanting this moment to continue forever.

Then there was a bang.

We separated at once, looking at the source of the disturbing noise.

It was caused by four figures that appeared some yards away. There was a tall man with dark hair, and an older woman with silver hair. There was a red headed boy and a small brunette girl.

My jaw dropped.

There was no possible way.

They lay on the sand, clutching their foreheads or rubbing their limbs. I saw Draco look at me from the corner of my eye, but I was too stunned to return eye contact.

The boy sat up. At that moment, Ron’s eyes met mine. They looked different. He changed, I could tell. His eyes were tired and full of pain. His mouth opened slightly when he saw me. Then he was grinning, stumbling to his feet, tripping across the sand, crashing down on top of me.

Ron enveloped me in a bone crushing hug, toppling on me. His red hair brushed against my cheek as my arms wrapped around him.

“Hermione,” Ron whispered. “I’m so glad you’re alright.” He had fallen on top of me, and I was struggling to get up. But he was still holding me.

“Ron,” I choked out. “I can’t believe it’s you!” He lumbered off of me, allowing us to sit and face each other. 

His face was different too. Ron looked ages older, like I was missing for years instead of days. I think he was also growing facial hair. 

“I’m so glad to see you!” He was grinning. “I was so worried, I was afraid you weren’t alive, or that you were hurt, or that … ” Ron stopped suddenly, slowly turning around to see Draco standing up, Pansy’s arms wrapped around his neck. 

My breath caught in my throat. Pansy was holding Draco, and his hands were on her lower back, just as they had been with me. My eyes began to tear, and I forced myself to look away.

“I was afraid he hurt you,” Ron said in a low tone, standing up, as I did the same. “Did he hurt you?”

“No, I'm alright.” But I put on a strained smile. Well, he hadn’t until now. 


Draco’s POV::

Pansy raced towards me after Weasley fell on top of Hermione like a love struck klutz. I stood unmoving, staring at the two. Then I felt her arms around me, as Pansy threw herself onto me.

I returned the embrace, my arms circling her waist. I felt her lips against my cheek.

“Draco, I missed you so much,” Pansy said, her voice thick with tears. “I was so afraid.” She pulled away slightly, still holding onto me tightly. He face was inches away from mine as I forced words out of my shocked mouth.

“Pansy,” I stammered. “It’s good to see you.”

That pushed her off the crazy edge. She let out a sob, grinning through her tears. 

“I'm so sorry we were separated.” Pansy held me tighter, if possible. I think this girl is obsessed with me. I nodded, slowly untangling myself from her arms.

As we separated, Ron and Hermione stood up. My eyes locked with Ron’s. He looked protective, and old. I nodded faintly as he just stared back.

“Miss Granger!” Professor McGonagall appeared at Hermione’s side, closing her in a hug. Then Snape was at my side, his hand on my shoulder.

“Mr. Malfoy.” He said, his voice steady. 

“Good to see you Professor.” I replied, my eyes still on Hermione.

“Now that we have been reacquainted,” Snape said when McGonagall parted from Hermione. “I believe it is time to leave?”

“Yes, we should be on our way,” Professor McGonagall chimed in.

“Could, um, Draco and I have a moment?” Hermione said weakly. Snape nodded and slipped his hand off of me. I was surprised but glad that Hermione made this request, and we walked together away from the crowd, leaving Ron and Pansy to watch us, their eyes following us.

“Draco,” Hermione whispered. “I guess we knew this would happen.”

We stopped walking and faced each other. I reached out for her hand, not a care that we now had an audience several yards away. 

“Things don’t have to change,” I insisted, speaking quickly. “We’ll still be together, just at school opposed to this island.”

She shook her head, her brown hair flying. “It won’t be the same, and it never will be. Why can’t you understand? We can never be together,” her brown eyes were clouded with tears. “When we go back, things will be so different. We’ll go back to school and friends and homework and –”

I pulled her in, eliminating the space between. My lips met hers and she stopped speaking. I felt her hands curl around my shoulders as we kissed. I had to force myself to end it, opening my eyes to meet hers.

“We still have our feelings. That won’t change, even though the scenery will.” I spoke slowly, my words filled with faith. 

She looked relieved. “I love you, Draco, I just don’t want to have to give that up for the sake of other people.”

I nodded understandingly. “It’s obvious that Pansy practically considers herself engaged to me. And Weasley was all too eager to get to you.”

“I know. And I guess our happy ending won’t be too pleasant for them.” Hermione said, quickly looking at the professors and our friends before my eyes. Then I took her hand, walking back to the group.

Each step took an effort not to run away, to run anywhere, just not to go back to Hogwarts.

We reached the four, and Professor McGonagall held a book. With Hermione’s hand still in mine, the six of us reached swiftly for the portkey

Chapter 16: Chapter Sixteen || Emotions.
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Draco’s POV ::

We landed with a thud in a large room, with a long wooden oak table. Hermione fell inches away from me to my right, and Pansy plummeted to my left. I forced myself up, my body aching, moving closer to Hermione.

Her eyes opened and looked at me. For a brief moment we remained just as that. For a millisecond we could pretend it was just us, forever just us two. But then a flash of red invaded my vision as Ron helped her up. 

I turned, offering Pansy a hand once I got to my feet. She blushed, grinning as she slipped her hand into mine and stood up. 

Her hand didn’t feel like Hermione’s. I let go at once, as each of us gathered in a circle.

“Well then, that was a success,” Professor McGonagall said, dusting sand off of her robes. “The plan is to return to Hogwarts this afternoon, getting back by the evening. I will let Professor Dumbledore know that our students are safe.” McGonagall left the room.

“Alright, children,” Snape said, his firm hand on my shoulder. “I recommend that Mr. Malfoy return to Miss Parkinson’s room.” He gave me a gentle push, but I was rooted to the spot. 

“Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, please go to Mr. Potter’s room.” Hermione’s eyes locked with mine before Ron grabbed her shoulder, pulling her out of the room. Snape also left, and Pansy took my hand. I jerked away from her, chasing after Hermione.

“Hermione!” I called down the hall. I saw her just before she turned a corner. 

Hermione’s eyes softened as she heard her name. It took a second for her to turn back to me. Then Ron slung an arm around her, guiding her back around the corner. She looked at him, her eyebrows knitted in frustration.

Then she was gone. Pansy appeared at my side. 

“Draco?” She stood on her toes so that our eyes were even, so that my vision was no longer focused on the corner where Hermione disappeared to.

I blinked. “You can come back to my hospital room,” She went to hold my hand before I slipped them in my pockets. 

“You know, Blaise told me that I was in a coma.” There was a hint of pride in her voice. “But I woke up today. I bet I woke up because I knew I would see you today.” Pansy giggled, walking into a room. It was light blue, with a couch in the corner where Blaise was resting.

“Malfoy, it’s good to see you.” He stood and came to me, clapping a hand on my shoulder.

“Yea, yes it is.” I said softly. I sat on the couch, exhausted, as Pansy climbed onto the bed. Blaise leaned against the wall after closing the door.

“So, man, what happened?” Blaise asked, curious.

“Where do I begin?” I laughed to myself. The other two looked confused. 

“Alright, well Hermione and I woke up on this island place, and –”

“That’s positively dreadful!” Pansy interrupted, her hands flying to her chin.

“And we just … lived. Us two.” I continued, ignoring her. “We found food. We found water.” I looked down, adding quietly, “We got along. Very well.”

“Damn, stuck with just a mudblood.” Blaise shook his head with sympathy. 

“Why do you have to say it like that?” I rose from the couch, crossing the room in angry strides.

Blaise crossed his arms, his firm face unmoving. “I wouldn’t be able to survive with my only company as Granger.”

I shoved him, pushing my hands against his shoulder as he cursed, his back slamming into the wall. I brought my face close to his as Pansy tried to intervene. 

“She has a first name.” I growled as he avoided my eyes.


Hermione’s POV::

“Ron, stop!” I tried to push him away, struggling to get out of his grasp. Draco looked so hurt when Ron forced me to follow him.

Run didn’t release his grip on me. “Ron, let go of me right now!” I clawed at him, my hands curling around his arms as he recoiled in pain.

“Bloody Helll Hermione what is WRONG with you?” His face was filled with disgust as he fell onto the hallway wall.

I ran to the corner, searching the other hall for Draco, but he was gone.

I slumped against the wall across from Ron, sliding down to the floor. I bit my lip, not allowing myself to cry. 

“Hermione?” I heard a voice call my name from a room nearby. I looked questioning at Ron, but he didn’t meet my eyes.

I ran into the room and saw Harry laying in the hospital bed. His face softened.

“I thought I heard your voice.” Harry said, smiling as I ran to his side, hugging him.

“It’s unbelievably good to see you,” He murmured. I heard Ron enter the room as I let go of Harry. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I'm doing well.” I answered, slowly sitting on a couch next to Ron. “I’m quite exhausted actually.”

“I still can’t believe you’re alive.” Ron said, looking at me. His voice sounded shocked, but the truth lay in his eyes.

“You knew I was alive,” I heard myself say; surprised to hear the words leave my mouth. Ron gave me have a smile, returning to his normal self.

“What happened?” Harry's voice tore me away from Ron.
“Well, I woke up on a beach. Then I saw Draco. I didn’t know where I was, or what happened.” The boys’ face were filled were wonder and amazement.

Thinking about the time spent with Draco, all the days blurred into in my memory. 

“I can’t separate every memory from the island, but …” I shook my head, laughing softly. “I won’t ever forget what happened during those days. We jumped off a cliff. We drank salty water and ate wild berries. I swam in the ocean, and fell in, and slept under the stars. I made an unexpected friend. I fell in love.”

I felt a smile across my lips, a grin that lit up my face.

“What did you say?” Ron’s voice was barely audible. I turned my face to see his jaw clenched, his hand curling into a fist.

“Did you just say,” Harry spoke slowly, as if each word was a piece of glass in his mouth. “That you fell in love?”

My mouth opened, but no words came out. 

Ron shook his head and then stood up as Harry refused to look at me.

“You fell in love with that good for nothing pureblood?” Ron was shouting now, his words piercing my heart.

“Yes! Yes Ron, I fell in love with Draco!” I shouted back, my face flushed with rage. “Okay? I admit it! And I bet you can’t even say it!” 

“He’s vile, Hermione!” Harry cried with misunderstanding. “Draco’s evil, and a deatheater!”

“I know that, Harry! I know he’s a deatheater!” My voice was straining now, it was exhausting trying to yell at my best friends.

“But I don’t care! I love him, why can’t you two let go of your blinding prejudice towards him?” With that comment, Ron came at me, walking quickly towards me. 

“Ron, please, please understand,” I was crying now, my hands shaking in front of me as I felt myself back into the wall.

Chapter 17: Chapter Seventeen || Return to Hogwarts.
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Hermione’s POV::

Ron had me against the wall when his hand raised suddenly. For a second I thought he was going to slap me.

But then he froze, lowering his hand slowly. He leaned forward, leaning his head on my shoulder as he began to cry. 

Shocked, I gently put a hand on his back, holding him as his body shook. Ron then straightened up, wiping at his eyes.

“Ron,” I began, whispering. “I’m sorry.”

He returned to the couch, glancing at Harry quickly before falling onto the sofa with a sort of defeat. 

Then the door opened.

There stood Professor McGonagall with her wand out.

“I heard commotion,” She said, looking around the room. “Are you all alright?”

We didn’t answer.

“If you are all alright, then it is time to go.” Her voice was stern. “If you each take my arm?” McGonagall walked up to Harry’s bed and held out her arm. Ron and I joined them, holding onto the Professor’s arm.

I felt sensations similar to my skin sliding around my bones as we apperated. I clenched my teeth, a tear falling.

I felt my feet touch ground. My eyes fluttered open and I was back at Hogwarts. A feeling of home calmed me, and I knew I was safe. 

Professor recovered flawlessly and spoke.

“Now that you are here, join the other Gryffindors at your tables.” She nodded towards the long tables for Gryffindor, where our friends and classmates were.

Then she was gone to take more students back.

Ron and I each supported Harry as we walked slowly to the table where Seamus, Lavender, Pavrati, and Dean were.

“Hermione!” Pavrati threw her arms around me and Lavender smiled. “I’m so glad to see you again, I was so worried!”

Her dark brown eyes met mine and I laughed.

“I’m glad to be back.” Seamus and Dean greeted me as we sat down.

Several professors were seated at the head of the hall, including Dumbledore who caught my eye. He raised a hand, beckoning me to go to him.

“Dumbledore would like to see me,” I excused myself and began to walk to the professor’s table.


Draco’s POV::

“Draco, stop!” Pansy cried as her fists beat my back. Suddenly the door flew open, causing Blaise and me to jump. 

Snape stood in the doorway, his face in the ever present state of 'I Do Not Approve of Whatever Is Going on Here.'

“Gentlemen?” He spoke, raising an eyebrow. “It is time to go.”

He held out a robed arm, and in seconds Blaise, Pansy, Snape and I were in Hogwarts.

“I must retrieve other students now, please sit at the Slytherin table.” Snape ordered, before disappearing. 

Blaise went quickly to the table, eager to get out of my presence. 

“Draco, are you feeling well?” Pansy came into my vision. “I thought you and Blaise were going to kill each other back there.”

Beyond Pansy’s face I could see Dumbledore at the head table, and he raised a hand at me, silently calling me to join him.

Incredibly grateful to Dumbledore, for once, I pushed past Pansy and walked to the table he was seated. I was climbing the few steps up to the professor's table when I heard my name.

I stopped where I was. I turned to see Hermione behind me, also called to Dumbledore. Her warm brown eyes were soft and tired. 

“Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy?” Dumbledore’s voice brought us back to the present, reminding us that there was a half full hall of students, most of them watching us. We ascended the stairs, meeting him.

“Does a walk to my office sound right with you?” Dumbledore turned to leave before we answered.

“How are you doing?” I walked closely with Hermione as we followed our headmaster.

“I’m okay,” Hermione answered, walking quickly to keep up with Dumbledore’s tall frame and my long legs.

“It was weird. After those three days with just you, those fifteen minutes with two other people was surprisingly lonely.”

Her comment made me think and silently agree as we crossed the magnificent threshold of the headmaster’s office. 

“Take a seat, please.” Dumbledore sat in his chair and faced us as we lowered into two chairs on the other side of his large desk.

“It had come to my attention that you two were lost for quite a time,” he peered at us from over his half moon spectacles as he spoke.

“And I am concerned about your state of well being. How are you two, truly?”

I answered first, an automatic reply I was used to since childhood. “I’m fine, sir.” 

Then I rethought. “Actually, I've never felt this way before. I’m glad to be back, but disappointed I was found …” my voice drifted.

“I agree, Headmaster, mixed feelings. It was great, truly, on the island. We got along quite well.” I could hear her smile through her words. 

“That is certainly unexpected to hear,” Dumbledore commented. “I have discussed this with your professors, and it was unanimous to give you a two day break from your classes. If today is the twenty-first …” 

He mumbled a little, doing mental math. “For the days of May the twenty second and twenty third you do not have scheduled classes.”

I heard Hermione relax in the stiff chair as I thanked him.

“Thank you sir, that’s much needed and appreciated.” I smiled; thankful we had time to ourselves.

“Now, you may return to your dorms.” We left his office, standing together in the deserted hallway.

Chapter 18: Chapter Eighteen || Queen Weasley's Message.
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Hermione’s POV::

Waking up in an actual bed was heaven. After the meeting with Dumbledore Draco decided to ditch me and catch up on his sleep. I didn't argue, 'cause i was just as exhausted.

I felt sunlight streaming through the windows as I woke up, stretching in my bed. I sat up, noticing the room was empty. Pavrati, Lavender, and the girls must have gone for class already.

I swung my legs out of bed, looking at the clock. It was already half past eleven. I smiled, overwhelmed with a sense of happiness and peace.

I gathered things for a bath, indulging in the fact I have roommates again. I borrowed Lavender’s shampoo and Pavrati’s relaxation charmed bubble bath as well as my own conditioner. Turning the tap on high, I watched the water flow into the bathtub.
I closed my eyes, sitting on the rim. This time yesterday I was spending the final moments with Draco. We were on the beach, unaware that we were about to be interrupted. 

Once the bath was filled, I slipped in, feeling the hot water ease my tired body. I went limp, leaning my head back and looking through the skylight to see blue sky. Funny, it’s the same sky I looked at with Draco, but it seems so different. 

Then I heard a bird. It took me by surprise, and I checked the closed window to be sure it didn’t sneak in. I found it sitting on the rim of the bath. As I looked closer I could tell it was cream white, made of paper. I opened it with damp fingers, trying not to smear the ink. 

Hermione – meet me in the Great Hall an hour after you read this.
– Draco.

I smiled, folding up the note. I wonder if something was on his mind, or perhaps he just missed me. 

I got out of the tub thirty minutes later, leaving myself time to get ready for Draco. I laughed to myself as I opened my trunk, conflicted of what to wear. Since when did I care about what I wore for Draco? Only a week ago was he my best friend’s enemy. But that’s changed now.

I pulled on black yoga pants and a crimson sweater before putting on my robe and grabbing shoes. I treated myself to mascara, something to my surprise, I grew to miss. When I was ready, I put my wand in the deep pocket and hurried to the Great Hall.

At this time of day there were no classes in the Hall. It was totally empty, making the enormous room look completely cavernous. I smiled, remembering memories of Ron and I sneaking through the Great Hall to get to potions quicker so we would never be late. I took a seat at the Gryffindor table to wait for Draco.


Draco’s POV::

I walked into the Great Hall, noticing Hermione at once. She was the only other person in this huge hall so she was hard to miss.

Her face found mine and smiled. She stood up as I approached, wrapping her arms around me as we met. I held her close, my arms circling her waist.

“Good morning,” I murmured into her ear. 

“It is indeed,” Hermione replied, letting go slowly and then sitting down as I did the same. “Did you sleep well?”

“It was a little bit hard to get re-accustomed to an actual bed, but I slept better than I had in days.” I said with a smirk.

She laughed in agreement. “Last night was much more comfortable than the ground, but also lonelier without you inches away.”

I nodded. “It was different not waking up to you.” She smiled.

“So, what do we do today?” I asked her.

“I don’t know,” Hermione said. “We don’t have a whole island to explore anymore.” 

She stretched out to put her feet up on the bench.

“Hey, your birthday is coming up,” I said with a smirk.

“Very good memory, Draco.” Hermione smiled with surprise. “I’m glad you remembered. So what are you getting me?”

“Nah, not gonna tell you. You’ll have to wait and see.” I teased, delighted as she grinned in protest.

“Draco, why can’t you tell me!” Hermione urged me to spill, her hands reaching for mine. “Please?”

I shook my head. “You will have to wait. It’s a great present, actually.” She slumped, bowing her head.

“Draco Malfoy, you are the worst.”

“That’s more like the Hermione I thought I knew.”

I bristled at the sound of another voice. I whipped around, only to find Ron Weasley sitting on the other end of the table.

“Bloody Helll, Ron,” Hermione clutched her chest as she recovered from the surprise. “When did you get here?”

“Never mind that,” he muttered, standing up. “I only came to see if I could talk to you for a minute. You know, ‘cause you have been gone for days.” 

“Well you didn’t have to spy on us.” I stood up, clenching my jaw as I met his eyes. 

“Actually, Malfoy, I was just getting to potions. I cut through here. What I mean is, we used to.” Ron looked at Hermione before stomping off.

“Immature punk,” I said under my breath.

“Ron stop!” Hermione was running after him, her curly brown hair flying around her shoulders as she raced to catch up with him.

“Hermione come back!” I shouted in vain; it was obvious she was determined to talk to him. 

I sat on the bench, closing my eyes as I pictured the scene playing out. An outsider right now would see a girl chasing after one boy, and leaving the other.  They wouldn't be able to tell she was following her best friend, choosing him over the boy she loves. 

She’s choosing him over you, a voice said in my head. I bit my lip and put my head in my hands. What was I kidding. Hermione and I could never be together as long as Her Majesty the Drama Queen Weasley was still around.

Chapter 19: Chapter Nineteen || Amortentia.
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A/N :: Snap is cast as good ol' Potions Master in this one (:

Draco’s POV::

The next morning I woke up with a headache. I rubbed at my forehead, wishing desperately that the memory I have of the encounter with Weasley was just a nightmare. After that, I didn’t see Hermione for the rest of the day, and we didn’t meet yesterday either. It was May twenty-fourth, and today I had class.

I climbed out of bed regretfully and shuffled off to the lavatories. Turning the tap on high, I let the sink fill with cold water. The mirror reflected back someone I hardly recognized. He looked painful and lost.

I shook my head before plunging my hands into the full basin, immersing my face with water. Feeling the droplets slide down my face woke me up, and I quickly dried off before going to class.

I wandered into Potions just in time, and I know this because when Neville walked in right behind me, Snape pointed it out.

“Neville, you’re late,” Snape’s voice drawled out. “Ten points from Gryffindor.” The Gryffindors in the class groaned with protest as Neville meekly took his seat. 

“Now, for today’s lesson,” Snape said, strolling slowly and leisurely to the front of the room. “You will be preparing for me a draft of Amortentia. Who can tell me what this is?”

A few hands rose. Hermione’s shot up first.

“Yes, Ms. Granger?” Snape said reluctantly. 

“Well sir, Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world.” She replied. 

Snape walked a few steps around himself before he spoke again.

“Are you saying, Ms. Granger, that Amortentia creates love?”

“No, it can’t make actual love,” Hermione stuttered. “It creates a sort of feeling that is like obsession, or infatuation.”

“Is there a spell, Ms. Granger that does produce love?” Snape fired back.

“Love cannot be made out of potion ingredients.” Hermione shook her head. “Love is made from people.”

I swallowed. I felt the back of my neck go red.

“That was a decent introduction, thank you Ms, Granger. One at a time, each student must come to the front of the room and put their hand in this cauldron.” The professor gestured to a bubbling pot on his desk. “You may choose one piece of paper from within, and that name written on the page is to be your partner for this lesson.”

A few students murmured with excitement, some with resentment.

“We’ll start in the front, Neville please choose a name.” Neville, whose seat was in the front, approached Snape’s desk cautiously and withdrew a piece of parchment from the cauldron. His face immediately changed.

“Read it.” Snape demanded, looking bored.

“Pansy Parkinson.” Neville looked nervously at the Slytherin girl seated next to me. She slumped in her seat.

“But I wanted to work with youuuu,” Pansy’s voice dripped into my ears like hot candle wax. I leaned away from her, towards Blaise on my other side, and gave her a look.

She glanced away, hurt, before standing up and sitting with Longbottom. 

Time passed, and more students choose names. 

Then there were six of us left; Harry, Ron, Lavender, Blaise, Hermione, and myself. I stole a glance at Hermione, but she had her eyes focused on Snape.

Ron was next to go. He walked up to the cauldron and chose a name.


Hermione’s POV::

“Lavender Brown.” Ron muttered, his shoulders drooping when he announced his partner’s name.

Upon hearing herself called, Lavender shot up from her seat and ran to run, hugging him and spinning in circles.

I turned to Harry, rolling my eyes. He shrugged, a lopsided grin on his face. He was closest to the front, so he chose a piece of paper.

When Harry was striding up to the cauldron, I casually looked behind me to Draco’s desk a few seats over. At the moment he was talking to Blaise, his voice low enough so that the conversation would not drift to my ears. Blaise grinned, a mischievous look on his face after Draco spoke. I turned away quickly.

“Blaise Zabini.” Harry looked up, his eyes meeting Blaise’s, who exhaled dramatically.

Draco mumbled good luck, slapping his back. Blaise went to an available lab table without first meeting Harry at the front of the room, leaving my best friend to hurry off to his angered partner.

It was only Draco and myself left. I looked at Snape, questioning if it was necessary for me to draw a name. 

“Hermione, please accompany me and chose a name.” Snape said quickly, seconds after I looked at him. Without delay, I went to the front of the room and thrusted my hand into the cauldron. My hand swirled in a cool liquid as I reached for the last piece or parchment. Though the liquid was wet, my hand was dry when it appeared from the cauldron.

I unfolded the paper. “Draco Malfoy,” I read the two words written. I looked up to see Ron give me a sympathetic face, obviously ignoring Lavender, forcing her to make the potion by herself. I looked at Draco, leaning back in his chair at his desk in the last row.

“I apologize, Mr. Malfoy,” Snape took the paper from me. “But it looks like you must remain with Ms. Granger for a few more hours.”

I was taken aback by his comment. What made a professor think he could say that? I bit my lip, walking past Draco to the last table.

“That’s out of the way now,” Snape pushed the cauldron farther from his desk before walking to the back of the room.

“The ingredients are listed on page one hundred-thirty-four. You have two hours to make me the perfect Amortentia.”

We stood still after he finished, waiting for a last remark. But instead, he waved his hand as if we were the stupidest lot of students to enter his classroom.

“Hey,” Draco said softly. He sat across the table from me.

“Hi,” I said back. “We should get to work.” I reached for the Potions book, but Draco pushed it out of my reach as soon as I went for it.

“You should forget what he said. I don’t mind spending more time with you.” Draco told me, his face soft as I looked away. 

I crossed my arms. “I don’t care what Snape says if it doesn’t have to do with my potion making. Now will you give me that book?”

Draco picked up the textbook and turned to the page as he pulled his stool over to sit next to me. My hand was on the table, and he placed the book down next to it. Our fingers brushed.

“First ingredient,” Draco began reading. “On tablespoon of a ground up Unicorn horn.”

I pulled a unicorn horn out of our supplies and began to crush it with a pedestal.

“What happened yesterday?” Draco asked, slicing up the second ingredient.

“After I left with Ron?” I clarified. Draco nodded.

“I went after him and we talked. He was upset and surprised that we got along.” I replied, putting more force into grinding the horn. Draco noticed and raised an eyebrow.

I continued. “He thinks I’m so predictable, and that I will ask his approval for everything.” I finished preparing the unicorn horn and poured the fine dust in the cauldron. 

“Guy friends are going to be like that,” Draco said, putting in his ingredient. “Looking out for you isn’t him trying to control you. Ron wants to keep you safe.”

I didn’t answer, because I knew he was right. “Third ingredient is a liter of bat blood.” I poured the liquid into the cauldron, ignoring Draco.

“Hermione?” Draco put his hand on mine after I put the liter down. 

I looked at him and sighed softly. “I agree. I understand that he wants what’s best for me. I just wish that he wouldn’t pretend like he knows what that is.” 

“Maybe he thinks that he’s the best for you,” Draco suggested.

I looked over at Ron, pondering. He and Lavender weren’t getting along well, and at this point it apperated that Ron was just doodling as Lavender talked and giggled, preparing the Amortentia. 

“I mean, you’re my friend now.” Draco said. I looked at him, but his eyes kept focused on the ogre tongues he was cutting.

“So as my female friend, I want what is best for you. And I won’t be afraid to tell you when I don’t approve.”

“Draco …” I whispered, trailing off. What did I want to say? Did I want to tell him again that I love him? 

He looked at me and shrugged gently, sliding the cut product into our cauldron.

About forty minutes and several angst-y looks later, Draco and I were finished. 

Snape had inspected each cauldron and was now going to say his preferred draft.

“I believe that the best Amortentia was brewed by Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger.” 

He said slowly, approaching our table. I smiled, and he scowled back.

“Ms. Granger, do us a favor and smell the potion. What does Amortentia smell like for you?”

I hesitated slightly before lightly sniffing the potion.

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I leaned forward, looking into the cauldron. 

Amortentia was a liquid with a pearly sheen, a sparkly sort of characteristic, strange for a liquid.

I sniffed. Scents flowed into my nose, three of them the most apparent.

“For each person that smells the Amortentia, they will name different scents, even if two people smell the same brew.” Snape told the class as they took their eyes briefly off of me and looked at him.

“This is because the scents of an Amortentia potion are whatever attracts you.” He finished explaining and looked at me.

“What do you smell, Ms. Granger?” Snape’s dark eyes focused on mine.

I inhaled the Amortentia again, as if to check my work. I sensed a clean scent, fresh and minty. And a fruity smell? Hints of salt also entered my nose.

“I smell a clean and fresh fragrance,” I began, glancing at Snape. “Also a fruity scent, and salt, like spray from the ocean.” 

I felt a rosy pink color creep up from my neck, turning my face a light blushy color.

The light fragrance was the same I smelled when I wore Draco’s sweater way back when on the island. I could smell faint traces of his deodorant in the sweater, and that same smell was now coming from the cauldron. The berries from the island smelled just like the fruity notes I picked up from the potion. And the salty scents were from the ocean, where I fell I love with Draco.

“Thank you, Ms. Granger.” Snape said slowly in his monotone. “Mr. Malfoy, would you like to give the Amortentia a try?” He asked rhetorically.

I watched Draco sniff the draft. His face changed slightly, I could tell he was identifying the scents. His grey eyes met mine for a fraction of a second before answering the professor.

“Salt water, berries, shoe polish.” Draco said.

Gossipy girls exchanged looks as they picked up on the obvious – Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger had two scents in common.

Harry bristled and didn’t look at me when I gave him a confused look. I didn’t even bother to look at Ron, he was probably sulking.

Draco kept his eyes on Snape as he gave a few last directions, ordering us to deposit our drafts on his desk, and don’t you dare slip some in those flasks, Ms. Parkinson and Ms. Brown, I see the both of you trying.

Draco and I both turned quickly to look at Pansy, who indeed has withdrawn a small glass bottle from her robes, her face now a scarlet. 

“That was probably for you,” I said with a smile, looking at Draco. He met my eyes, a strained look in them.

“Yea, probably,” he agreed and cleared his throat. “Hermione, we need to talk.” I glanced around; the classroom once filled with bustling students was emptying as pairs cleaned up their stations and split at once. The method Snape used to assigning groups created very unusual pairings, and most of the students seemed relieved that the assignment was over. 

“Yes?” I asked, aware of what was coming.


Draco’s POV ::

I licked my lips before I spoke. “Hermione, in case you didn’t notice, we both smelled the ocean and those berries.”

Her laugh was musical and warming. “I did notice, Draco. It just confirms what we already know.” Hermione’s brown eyes locked on mine. “But shoe polish? When did that come from?”

I laughed, embarrassed. “The shoe polish I smelled was from when I used to dance ... when I inhaled that scent, I couldn’t help but think of when we danced on the beach. What was the third scent you picked up?”

“What your sweater smelled like, clean and fresh, a light fragrance from your deodorant or something.” Hermione answered a slow smile over her face.

“This in undeniable. What we have, it’s not questionable. We’re in love, Draco,” Hermione looked past me, and then bowed her head. 

“But you feel like we shouldn’t be,” I said slowly, filling in the space she left after Hermione paused.

“C’mon Draco, how unbelievable is this?” She stood up, busying her hands with bringing the potion up to Snape’s desk, who had seemed to had disappeared. 

I followed her, grabbing unused materials and dirty utensils.

“I can’t believe how good we are for each other,” She turned around after placing the cauldron at the front of the room, her hands on his desk and her body dangerously close to mine. I emptied my hands on his desk where space was in between rows of cauldrons.

“It’s a little crazy, isn’t it?” I laughed, holding her close to me. Hermione looked up at me, her eyes sparkling, surrounded by her long dark lashes.

“Just a little bit.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling my face gently to hers, guiding my lips closer to hers. She kissed me lightly, causing sparks behind my eyelids. My body surged with the one feeling no magic could create, only imitate: love.

Chapter 21: Chapter Twenty One || Chester & Felicity.
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Draco’s POV::

We pulled away, breathless.

“What if we just leave?” I spoke, my brain working faster than my mouth, words leaving my mouth quickly.

“We could escape right now; maybe there are some brooms on the front lawn from first year practice. We’d fly back to the Platform, then to anywhere. We could even change our names! I can be, um, how about Victor Check? You can be, hmm … Felicity McQueen?”

Hermione shook with laughter. Her petite frame collapsed against mine as her laugh rang through the empty dungeon.

“Draco, you must be kidding me! ‘Victor Check?’” She repeated my horrible alias.

I shrugged, grinning and defeated.

“It was a quick thing that was the first name that came to my mind. How about … Chester Marron?”

That pushed her off the edge, literally. Pushing away from me playfully, her giggles elevated into just cracking up. I felt myself laugh along with her.

“That sounds lovely, truly it does,” Hermione wiped tears from her sparkling brown eyes. “But Draco, you can’t be serious. I can’t leave now, I'm so closer to finishing seventh year, and so are you.”

“Hermione, what will you have at the end of life? Will you look back and say, ‘wow, school was the best part of my life.’ Or will you look beside you, and see me, and say ‘you are the best thing that has happened in my life.’”

Hermione smiled sincerely, a grin that contagiously spread to my face.

“Alright then, Mr. Malfoy, if you are so sure of yourself,” She came closer, closing the gap that became when she was laughing. “Let’s go steady.”

“Weren’t we already?” I smirked, my hands around her waist.

“You get more and more confident every day, and who knew you could get even cockier.” Hermione declared, arching one eyebrow.


Hermione’s POV::

“Nothing is impossible for a Malfoy.” Draco grinned.

“Okay hotshot,” Hermione pulled away from me, going back to our lab table to collect her bag and books. I did the same, gathering my textbooks before leaving the classroom with her.

“What’s your next class?” I asked Draco, taking a second to remember my schedule.

A few days away from school was surprisingly destructive to my memory of the order of my classes.

“Muggle Studies,” Draco answered nodding. “What do you have?”

“Transfiguration,” I said, stopping in the center of the hallway where four corridors intersected. He had to turn right, and I would continue straight.

“We’ll talk later?” He posed the question, his face hopeful. I smiled and nodded, wanting nothing more than more time with Draco alone.

We hugged one last time, and his whisper in my ear lingered long after his lips brushed my cheek: undeniable.

I floated to my next class, my chest about to burst with the glowing feeling contained inside myself. I had only walked few feet when I heard Draco’s voice.

“Draco,” A low voice called to him. “How goes it?” The voice asked with a sarcastic humor. The muffled sound of hands meeting echoed in the empty halls.

“Bloody fantastic, thanks mate,” Draco answered the stranger.

“I have to ask,” the voice started, and I recognized the baritone of Blaise Zabini. “What is going on between you and Granger? And remember, the last time I brought it up you almost killed me.”

A vision of Draco endlessly protecting me from Blaise flashed in my mind.

Draco gave a low laugh. “I think I’ve fallen for her.”

There was a moment of silence.

“For Hermione. You /think/ you have fallen in love with Hermione?” Blaise repeated.

“Well she’s got flaws, yea, but we’re undeniably –”

“/Undeniably?/ Is that the word that love-struck mudblood used?” Blaise challenged.

“Yes.” Draco admitted. I heard him shifting uncomfortably in his robes. “What’s the need for this interrogation, Blaise?” He shot back.

“Pansy. The girl’s obsessed with you. She wants a chance with you, and she put me up to this. She fuucking charmed me or something.” Blaise’s pervious calm voice was now breaking, hints of nervous tension in his voice.

“Hold on bloke, I’ll help you.” Draco’s footsteps sounded like they were coming closer at a quick pace.

I ran around another corner, hiding myself, then I heard Draco’s steps freeze, and he spoke. “I could tell. You’re not usually this intrusive.”

I hurried around the corner, rushing to Transfiguration. Now Pansy was after Draco. Great …

{ A/N :: hang on tight for chapter twenty two it's intense! }

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Hermione’s POV::

A few Slytherin students were in my Transfiguration class, each of the glaring at me. Pansy’s cold eyes glided over me before she turned her attention back to Professor McGonagall.

“Ms. Granger, please take your seat,” She scolded gently. I nodded, just a little embarrassed and took a seat hurriedly.

The class flew by, and the only thing I could really remember was staring out the window, and Neville making a fool of himself. I glanced at him, a grin on my face as I became thankful he was in Gryffindor, so that he could always make me laugh, whether he meant to or not.

“That’s all for today students!” McGonagall cheered, waving us out of the classroom. I stood up, gathering my bag and books before leaving.

“Hermione!” Pansy was suddenly in my face, blocking the exit as the room emptied to just us. McGonagall had even left to have a word with Dumbledore.

“Hey Pansy,” I said, furrowing my brows. What does she want?

“I’ve noticed you and Draco together a lot lately,” Pansy’s eyes focused to slits as she pointed out the obvious.

“Um, yea, we are. A few days alone with him changed my opinion.” I replied cooly. 

This Slytherin was not about to make a fool of me.

“Listen you mudblood,” She hissed, pressing a finger to my chest. “Stay away from my Draco. I’m willing to hurt you over him.”

“Is that so, Pansy?” I heard myself say. 

My bag slid to the floor, as I relaxed my arms and let my books fall to the floor with a dull clatter.

Pansy’s eyes widened before she withdrew her wand suddenly. I reached into my robes, taking out my own wand.

“Pansy, seriously, we don’t /really/ have to do this,” A wave of fear rushed over me. I was definitely lacking too much duel experience that I would have appreciated for this showdown. I studied her quickly, my eyes flicking from her shiny shoes to her cold eyes to her long wand.

“Yes we do, Granger, you don’t understand,” Pansy was speaking swiftly, pushing a loose strand of dark hair from her eyes. “If I beat you, Draco will realize the weak flower that you are, and he’ll realize what a prize I am.”

“But aren’t YOU the one named after a flower,” I challenged. “’Pansy’?” I spoke slowly, with mock innocence. 

“Expelliarmus!” Pansy shouted, sending my wand flying. Shocked, I dropped to the floor, hastily rolling to my feet, running to the desk where my wand hand rolled under.

“Come back Mudblood! Conjunctivitis!” Pansy’s wand shot light I barely avoided. 

My hand closed around my wand, and returning to my feet I turned on Pansy.

“Locomotor Mortis!” Pansy’s face twisted in frightened astonishment as her legs froze, now immovable from my curse.

“Avis!” Birds shot from Pansy’s wand as she screamed, sending the winged creatures after me. 

“Impedimenta,” I cried, causing the birds advance to slow to a dawdling fly towards me.

While my focus was on the birds, I heard Pansy holler.

“This has been fun,” she yelled hysterically through gritted teeth. “But I’m getting tired of this. Stupefy!”


Draco’s POV::

I ran from Blaise, the last image of him swarming in my head. The Charm was a violent one, and he had collapsed on the floor after my last comment. 

My feet slammed on the stone floor in a hurried, spastic rhythm as I raced to the Hospital Wing. Classrooms flew by me on both sides, students taking a moment from pretending to pay attention to their boring lessons to me, watching as I flew down the corridors. 

“Stupefy!” I heard from my Transfiguration class. My pace slowly dramatically to a walk, the sudden change in speed almost sending me into a wall for not giving my body enough room to stop. I turned around and approached the classroom, peering inside carefully.

Pansy was standing with her feet shoulder width apart, her wand drawn. In the empty classroom, there was just one other figure. She was sprawled facedown, curly brown locks fanned away from her head.

I looked from the girl to Pansy, then to the girl again, slowly entering the room.

“Draco!” Pansy shrieked, her voice shrill, as if Dad had just caught her with her hand in the cookie jar. Or holding the wand that knocked out a girl Draco loves.

“Is that Hermione?” My voice was low, and Pansy stood unmoving even as I advanced on her. She waved her hands franticly, eyes wide.

“Draco please, she started it! She cursed my legs so that they can’t move!” Pansy attempted to move, her face warped with painful tries.

“So you’re saying Hermione cast a spell on you, out of nowhere?” I said, walking from Pansy to Hermione. “What did you do in return?”

“I-I um, cast Stupefy,” Pansy stuttered in reply.

I whipped my head around, my grey eyes focused on her, radiating hate. “You knocked out Hermione?”

Ignoring her cries of ‘explanation’ I rolled Hermione over gently, examining her.

“There are cuts all over her.” I stated, looking around for the reason why.

A flock of charmed birds were sitting behind Pansy, looks of obedience washed over their supernatural faces.

I shook my head, face filled with disgust. I slid my arms under Hermione, cradling her in my arms as I stood.

“I’m taking her to Madame Pomfrey,” I told Pansy, naming the nurse. “Good luck getting out of your predicament.”

I ran from the room, leaving Pansy shrieking.

Chapter 23: Chapter Twenty Three || Falling Asleep Happy.
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Draco’s POV::

I crashed into the Hospital Wing, running full speed, stopping just in front of Madame Pomfrey. 

“Mr. Malfoy!” She cried, throwing up her hands at once in surprise. 

With one look at Hermione, her face changed from shock to seriousness.

“What happened to Ms. Granger?” Madame Pomfrey asked quickly, concern obvious on her wrinkled face as she rushed to fix a hospital bed.

“I don’t really know, I’m not sure, she was in a duel –” the words couldn’t leave my mouth fast enough. 

“A duel? With who! Was it supervised?” Pomfrey gestured to the empty bed and I gently slid Hermione into it.

“No, another student challenged her. I only came in the classroom at the end, I didn’t see any of it.” I informed Madame, sitting in a chair next to the bed. Pomfrey tucked in the sheets on top of Hermione then got to work on a potion.

“Who was dueling with her?” The nurse shuffled around swiftly, gathering various ingredients for the mystery concoction.

“Pansy Parkinson.” I sank deeper into the chair, feeling immensely guilty. I looked up at the ceiling. “She used Avis on her, and she cast Stupefy.”

Madame Pomfrey nodded as if she knew already. “So I figured. All she needs is a little pick-me-up.” A few more liquids were splashed into the goblet before she gingerly opened Hermione’s mouth, slowly pouring the mixture past her lips.

“I also have to get Blaise, Madame Pomfrey,” I said, remembering my other fallen comrade.

“By golly, what happened to Mr. Zabini?” Madame asked, her voice worried. “You teens get into too much trouble. You enjoy danger and risks too much, you know.”

I gave a short laugh and stood up. “It was Pansy, again.” Madame rolled her eyes, which made me smile. Goofy old lady. “She charmed him, and his body was freaking out and he collapsed. He needs help.”

I finished my explanation and ran out, darting through the halls back to Blaise. He was still in the hallway by the dungeons, but he wasn’t moving.

“C’mon Blaise, be a man, bloke,” I said under my breath, touching his face. His eyes fluttered open only briefly, but the flash of brown was suddenly gone, his eyelids closed. 

I stood, pulling him up with me and hoisted him over my shoulder.  “I need to start lifting actual weights,” I muttered.

Saying I was exhausted when I reached the Hospital Wing was like saying Snape was just only occasionally grumpy. Madame Pomfrey took Blaise from my shoulders and let him down into a bed next to Hermione’s.

I collapsed in the chair in between the two beds.

“You are free to go, Mr. Malfoy.” Pomfrey said, eying me from the other side of the bed. I looked at Hermione, watching her breathing causing her chest to rise and fall.

“Or, you may stay if you want?” She arched an eyebrow with a look, a You Can’t Hide Much From Me Look. 

I shrugged and gave a half smile. Pomfrey smiled thoughtfully, walking from the bed to her office. 

I looked at Hermione again and a wave of exhaustion came over me. 


Hermione’s POV::

I woke up in the middle of the night. My eyes opened and found an unfamiliar sight. The Hospital Wing’s ceiling was above me, towering up in the night’s darkness. 

I propped myself up on the pillows behind me. My eyes looked over two more unexpected sights. Blaise Zabini was in the bed next to me. He looked horrible; his once healthy mahogany-colored skin was now dull. 

And Draco was here too. He was sleeping in the chair between Blaise’s bed and mine. He rested his head on his hand, his light blonde hair falling into his face. 

Unexpectedly, Blaise’s eyes flew open. I blinked, surprised.

“What, what am I doing here?” Blaise looked at me, his dark brows furrowing. “What are you doing here?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know what I’m doing here,” I replied flatly.

“Oh.” Blaise nodded slowly, digesting the lack of information. “Well do you know what Draco is doing here?” He pointed to the slumped body between us.

I couldn’t help but smile when I looked at him. I opened my mouth to reply to Blaise that I wasn’t sure.

“WAIT.” Blaise sat up without warning, an excited look on his face. 

“I DO know what I’m doing here. Pansy charmed me to get information from Draco, and my body didn’t take to it well. He must have brought me here.”

“Wow Blaise, are you alright?” I asked with genuine concern. 

“Yea, I feel better. Madame Pomfrey must have given me something.”

“Good to hear.” I smiled weakly at him, his sincere beam back at me made me feel better.

“What do you remember before coming here?” He inquired.

Flashes of memories came back to me of the clash as I paused, gathering my thought before I spoke.

“I was dueling with Pansy.”

Blaise tilted his head. “You were dueling. With Pansy?” He repeated curiously.

I nodded. “Yea,” I gave a short laugh. “She wanted to fight me over Draco. Such an immature idea, I shouldn’t have fought her.”

Blaise grinned, looking from me to Draco and back to me. “You two were fighting over my bloke?” 

“Yes, we were,” I was smiling now, the sound of it seeming to be stupid.

“Damn.” He breathed. “Well, who won? Was the duel intense?”

“A few spells were cast back and forth. The only ones that caught were Expelliarmus, Avis, Locomotor Mortis, and Impedimenta.”

Blaise nodded again, “Wow. That chick’s crazy.”

“She really is. I was afraid that I wouldn’t live.” I admitted. 

“But you also were willing to fight for him.” Blaise stated. “You really have a thing for him, don’t you?”

“I really do,” I felt color flush into my cheeks as I smiled. “I love him. We’re together officially now.”

Blaise mime-clapped in reply, to show his approval and to not wake Draco. “I gotta come clean, Hermione, I didn’t like you a few days ago. But I think you're alright. I give you two my say-so.”

“Why thank you, Blaise,” I grinned. “You Slytherin boys aren’t that bad. You aren’t as tough as you make us think.”

“Nah, I am that tough.” He waved away my comment with one hand and I laughed softly. 

We both smiled and looked away. “Well Ms. Granger, I am very tired. I’ve gotta get well soon so I can keep up my tough Slytherin boy façade.”

Blaise smirked at me before re-arranging his pillows, sliding underneath the covers.

“Goodnight Blaise,” I murmured, doing the same. I looked up at the ceiling again, the last sounds of Blaise getting comfortable floated into my ears. 

There’s nothing like falling asleep happy.

Chapter 24: Chapter Twenty Four || Waking Up To Love.
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Draco’s POV::

My eyes opened slowly, getting accustomed to the bright light coming from the grand Hospital Wing windows. I stretched, my body aching less than I expected.

The liquid Madame Pomfrey gave me after bringing in Blaise before I fell asleep must have been charmed with a sleep aide. Or maybe it wasn’t even magic at all.

In the bed to my left was Blaise. I stood up, looking at my friend. His head rested against his pillow as he slept on his side. He was looking better already, the color returning to his face.

I turned to Hermione. Her cuts were just faint lines, faded. Her lips were parted slightly, he breathing a perfect pattern. I reached out for her cheek. My fingers brushed her features gently. 

Her brown eyes opened lazily, brightening when she recognized me. I back my hand away like I’d been burned. 

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” I stammered. 

She shook her head wordlessly. She sat up, stretching slowly like a cat. “Good morning,” Hermione whispered with a smile. 

“Good morning. How you doing?” I asked, sitting back down in the chair.

“Better,” she replied confidently. “I feel so much healthier.”

I felt relieved. “Can you tell me what happened?”

She looked at me before glancing away quickly.

“One word, bloke,” Blaise’s baritone surprised the both of us, causing us to jump, and I ended up on Hermione’s bed.

“Catfight.” Blaise mumbled, his eyes still closed. “Did I surprise you two?”

Hermione and I exchanged looks. “Most definitely.” She said.

“I apologize.” His deep brown eyes opened, his mouth in a smirk. He sat up, glancing at Draco perched on Hermione’s bed.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“Not exactly,” I began, setting myself on her bed, her legs bending to give me more room. “I want to know what happened last night.” I looked at Hermione.

Her eyes left Blaise and reached mine, inhaling slowly. “After Transfiguration, Pansy and I were the only ones left in the room. She challenged me to a duel, over you, and I didn’t refuse.”

I let out a low whistle. She continued. 

“She cast Expelliarmus, and when I was retrieving my wand she cast Conjunctivitis but I dodged it. I fired back Locomotor Mortis so she couldn’t move. Pansy cast Avis, but I slowed the birds with Impedimenta. Then, with Stupefy, she ended it.”

Blaise was probably wearing the same expression as I -- of surprise and respect.

“That wench,” Blaise growled, shaking his head. “If she hadn’t knocked you out you could have finished her off fairly.”

Hermione smiled gratefully at him. “And then I ended up here.”

“That where I came in,” I said, adding my account. “I was running to the Wing for Blaise, but I past the classroom where you and Pansy were fighting. She’d knocked you out by then. I carried you out then, and brought you here before I went back for Blaise.”

Hermione smiled thankfully at me, and Blaise looked angry.

“Thank you, Draco. I honestly don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t found me.” She spoke, her face softening. Blaise’s presence was the only inhibitor to me not kissing her.

“Thanks bloke, I see how it is, you get the girl before your best mate?” Blaise thundered, before I noticed the sparkle in his eyes.

“Aw Blaise, I'm sorry!” I played along with his mock anger as Hermione giggled at the two of us. He pretended to ignore me.

Our shenanigans were met with Madame Pomfrey’s warning whisper. She held a finger to her lips as she pointed to another sleeping body in the bed furthest away, on the other side of the room.


Hermione’s POV::

We all looked over to the other patient. She wasn’t facing us, but her dark hair and frame gave away her identity.

“Pansy.” I breathed. The boys looked back at me. 

“I’ll have to separate the lot of ya’ if you get in a fight,” Blaise warned. 

“As long as she doesn’t wake up we have nothing really to worry about,” Draco’s optimistic words spoke back.

“What is today? Does anyone know?” Blaise asked, first looking at us. We both shrugged and we looked at Madame Pomfrey.

“Friday, May Twenty-fifth.” She called back, her voice a strong whisper.

“My birthday is tomorrow.” My mouth formed a smile. 

“Hmm, what will I get Ms. Granger for her birthday?” Blaise pondered thoughtfully.

“I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you see your gift,” Draco said, unable to contain his excitement. “You are going to love it so much.”

“Do you know what Draco is going to give me, Blaise?” I turned to my new friend, my eyes sparkling with curiosity. 

“Yea, I know. And I'm not going to tell you,” He teased. 

I saw Draco raise an eyebrow at him, a smirk on his face.

“Alright, so I don’t know. I would have told you if I knew.” Blaise shrugged as I laughed.
Madame Pomfrey had made her way over to our beds, and suddenly the three of us were afraid she’d scold us like a librarian reprimanding three noisy students. Instead, she came over to my bed, a hand on my forehead.

“Ms. Granger, I’d say you are right ready to leave, you have healed quite nicely.” She turned to Blaise, doing the same. “Same to you, Mr. Zabini, you have recovered quite well.”

Madame gave us each one last look, her eyes revealing that she’d miss our company, to be left all alone in a quiet room of one sleeping student.

“Thank you, Madame Pomfrey.” I thanked her, pulling off the comforter to swing my legs out of the bed. Draco stood up from his position on my bed, and Blaise sat up, dangling his legs off the bed. 

We both rose to our feet, just a tad unstable. It was the first time I was so close to Blaise, realizing just how tall he was.

“You’re a little short, eh Hermione?” He patted my head mockingly.

“’Ay bloke, no poking fun at my girlfriend.” Draco slung a protective arm around me as I smiled up at the two boys.

Blaise put up a hand defensively. “Just speaking my mind,” he replied with a smirk. 

The three of us left the Wing, departing at a corridor’s crossing. Blaise stood at a relatively awkward distance away from Draco and me as we faced each other before separating to return to our respective common rooms.

“I'm glad you're better,” Draco assured me, tracing my jaw with his thumb.

“Me too. Listen, Draco, I really don’t know how to repay you for saving me.” I set my eyes on his. 

He replied with a modest smile. “No problem. I’d do it again anytime, from anyone.” With that he leaned in. Expecting a kiss, I closed my eyes. His lips pressed against my cheek gently.

“We’re dating now,” he pulled away only slightly, only inches from my face. “I like to take it slow," His eyes were smiling.

I blushed and gave him a smirk back. “Deal, Draco.”

Chapter 25: Chapter Twenty Five || Happy Birthday, Hermione.
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Draco’s POV::

It was the last day before Hermione’s birthday and I only had a few more things to prepare for the big surprise.

“Scorpius Salazar*.” Blaise announced the Slytherin common room password and we both stepped inside. 

Members of our house were sprawled on the dark leather sofas, and an orange fire was crackling contently in the corner. Shadows were cast on the looming paintings of Slytherin alumni on the high castle walls, staring back at us almost like a constant reminder to make something of ourselves.

“’Ay, Draco,” Crabbe called out to me as I passed him. I clapped a hand on his shoulder as I passed, Blaise and I both headed to our bedroom.

I collapsed on my four poster bed. “Oi Blaise,” I said, speaking into the pillow, my voice muffled. “Hermione’s great, but Pansy’s gonna kill me.”

“You mean that both figuratively and literally right?” Blaise shot me a look as he settled on his bed. “She’s actually gonna come after you.”

“You know though, I can’t let that bother me.” I rolled over to lie on my back. “I should make my choices from feelings, not from expectations.”

“I need to adapt that thinking, bloke.” My friend muttered, his hands pressed to his face. I gave him a confused look.

“Why? Do you put other’s opinions of you before your own wants?” I tried to figure him out.

“There’s this Gryffindor girl I can’t get out of my head.” Blaise confessed, his eyes brightening. 

I raised an eyebrow, my trademark smirk forming. “Who?”


Hermione’s POV::

“Morning!” Lavender sang, drawing the curtains open of our bedroom. The girls and I groaned in protest. 

“It’s someone’s birthdaaaaaaaaaaay!” Her voice rang out, shaking any remaining desire for sleep from my brain. I knew Lavender wasn’t my biggest fan, but she couldn’t help not celebrate a birthday. That girl didn’t let any excuse to be extra exuberant get by.

I smiled and stretched, opening my eyes to see her with a cake. The other girls had gotten out of bed, smoothing their clothes and their hair, gathering in a circle around my bed.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, Hermione, happy birthday to you!” The grinning girls bellowed cheerfully as I felt myself blush with each note sang. I leaned forward to blow out the candles and Parvati and Lavender clapped along with the others.

Cards and unwrapped boxes and slices of cake later, I was left alone still I my bed to get a few minutes alone. Stepping out of bed, I went to the window, glancing across the green lawn of the school. 

The soft notes of a bird singing reached my ears, and I looked around for the loose animal. It wasn’t on the windowsill, where it could have slipped in at night. I turned, spying a bird on my bed.

Something about it looked familiar – it’s cream white coloring minus the features of a regular bird.

I felt myself smile, reaching for the message. I gently unfolded the bird to reveal writing, scrawled by Draco. 

Hermione –
Happy birthday! I hope you have a great day. I don’t know what I’d do without you, you have become a surprisingly big part of my life. But you already know that, and I want to keep this short. After potions I’ll give you your presents. Happy birthday, love.
– Draco.

I bit my lip, grinning. My mind raced with thoughts and ideas of what Draco could have gotten me. It’s not like we were this close for a while, it has only been about a week. But that was long enough, and my body glowed with excitement. 

I pulled on the trademark Gryffindor sweater with a pair of dark denim jeans, a gift that arrived from mum and dad. The jeans were so well made that it felt like a second pair of skin, except that skin was soft, a tasteful blue and made my butt actually look decent. Two more gifts from them were a black satin bow headband and a diamond pendant. I slipped on the headband, pushing back my curls. Having a great hair day on my birthday is amazing. The new necklace sparkled against my skin, resting right before the v neck of my sweater.

I left the bedroom, bounding down the steps to the common room. Well wishes and cheerful calls of ‘happy birthday’ rang out from the students as I walked through. 

Today was a good day, not only was I seventeen but my schedule consisted only of Potions only – the end of the year meant a few days only consisted of a class or two. I stepped towards the door, about to leave for class.

“Hermione!” I heard Ron shout. I turned on my ballet flats and saw him walking quickly to me. 

His arms closed around me. “Happy birthday!” I hugged him back, closing my eyes. 

“Thank you Ron,” I smiled, pulling away. 

“This is for you,” Ron presented a small black box.


Draco’s POV :: { yes, two draco POVs }
Potions was my only class today, so I took my time getting to class. Blaise and I walked in and took seats at the last two places in Snape’s room. He was at the front of the room, staring down at his watch, ready scold any late students. A few more teens trickled in before he announced class was to begin.

Hermione sat down in her seat next to Harry and Ron. Ron gestured to Harry, who proceeded to ask Hermione something. She smiled widely before pulling her hair away from her ears, where glittering ruby earrings hung. Ron blushed with modesty as Harry complimented her. 

She looked back at me as the boys talked, flashing a grin. I had to admit, they looked beautiful. I smiled back, mouthing Happy Birthday. Hermione smiled gratefully, mouthing her thanks and holding the note up. I nodded, confirming we’d meet after. 

Snape began class promptly, droning on about whatever it is he teaches. Blaise and I had begun our twenty-third game of hangman by the time the professor signaled class was over. Students cheered, happy to have the rest of the day to themselves. Snape replied by shouting that he’d take more points from Gryffindor if they were the source of any more commotion.

Hermione and I let the class empty, leisurely gathering our quills and whatnot. 

Then it was us two. She walked up to me, an excited look on her face.

“Can I have my gift now?” Hermione’s eyes were wide with anticipation.

“Don’t I get a hug from the birthday girl?” I smirked and pulled her closer.

We embraced, her face fitting nicely in the curve of my neck. My arms tightened around her waist, my lips brushing her forehead.

We pulled away but still held onto each other. I put my hand into my robes pocket, her brown eyes following my actions.

“This is your first gift,” I said, pulling out a small jewelry box. “You’ll get your next gift tonight.”

Hermione’s eyes lit up as they fell on the ring box.

* yea i know thats not theh Slytherin password, but it just sounded so Slytherin-y that i couldnt help myself (:

Chapter 26: Chapter Twenty Six || Accidently In Love.
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A/N :: 26 chapters, 23,959 words, 110 pages. and we're here!  This is the last chapter.  I really hope you enjoyed reading my first HP Fanfic!  Please also take a gander over to my other story -- Parenting Prep.  Hope to hear from you soon! (:Hermione’s POV::

I saw the box and caught my breath. Draco put a hand over the box and opened it. It seemed like forever before the light caught the ring inside of it, illuminating the jewelry and shining back at me.

It was a ring. A delicate aquamarine stone sat inlaid in a white gold band with five diamonds on each side set next to the gem. Draco slid the sparkling ring on her finger as I simply stared. It was breathtaking. When the light shone through the stone, it looked just like –

“It’s the color of the ocean,” Draco explained, slipping the box into my hand. “And we spent a while just us by the sea. I figured it was perfect.” 

He smiled gently. “Draco,” I breathed, tearing my eyes off of the ring. “It’s gorgeous, I love it. It is truly the color of the ocean,” I said, my eyes meeting his, sparks of happiness flecked his grey eyes.

“I’m glad you like it,” He let out a sigh. I giggled, amused he was worried. I reached up and put my arms around his neck, hugging him again.

“Happy birthday,” Draco whispered in my ear. He squeezed me softly before we separated. 

“I love you.” His words poured from his mouth, spilling into my body and vibrating my spine. Draco pressed his lips against mine. I kissed him back, blissful.

“I’ll meet you outside of the Great Hall for present number two,” Draco said when we pulled away.

“I can’t wait!” I grinned, excited. We walked to the door and down the hall, his fingers twined in mine.

“Oh, and wear something nice.” He added with a wink before turning towards his common room. I was left in the corridor, pleasantly surprised. 

What did he have planned? I was immediately curious. 


Draco's POV ::

It was eight o'clock already. I stood outside of the Great Hall waiting for Hermione, resisting the urge to pace.

I pulled at my dark tie. I shrugged my shoulders, adjusting my black tux jacket. I had on a black tux and tie with a white buttown shirt. I leaned against the doors, resting my head so i could look up at the ceiling.

"Draco?” Hermione's voice called softly. I turned to look, surprised.

She stepped around the corner, a look of caution on her face. Wisps of hair fell into Hermione's face, around her sparking brown eyes. She came fully into view, her smile shining in the bright light. Hermione wore an aquamarine gown, matching her ring greatly. The skirt of the dress flared to cover her feet, ruffling out softly. The bodice broke to a V in the middle of her chest, revealing a new studded fabric. 

"Hermione ..." I breathed, my voice a low whisper. Hermione reached me, standing only inches away.

"Hey," Hermione's eyebrows raised gently, her face a cute picture of curiosity.

"You look beautiful," I said. "I feel like 'beautiful' is an understatement."

"Draco, please," Hermione pushed me playfully, blushing.

"So I can get my present now?” She asked, hopeful.

"Yes, you do,” I smiled, taking a blindfold from my pocket and walked myself around to Hermione's back. She giggled with anticipation as I tied it around her eyes.

"Wow, this is some surprise."

I put my hands on Hermione's shoulders, first opening the doors and then guiding her inside.

Thanks to a few bribes, hours studying new charms and spells, opinions and worrisome thoughts later I had finished the gift I had in mind.

The Great Hall had been transformed.

Lit candles hung above our heads. The ceiling showed a dark sky, bright stars dotting the scene. The tables were gone, giving the room its rightful sense of largeness. Chandeliers glimmered from above, and along with the candles cast a gentle glow over the room.

It looked like a ballroom, with long curtains draping over the long windows. I reached down to untie the bandana covering her eyes.

Hermione’s brown eyes opened at once, sparkling in the lights. Her face broke into a smile and she looked around, slowly turning to look at the entire room. Hermione’s gaze went from the candles, to the chandeliers, to the windows, to the large space before she looked at me.

“Draco, this is completely beautiful. This is such a gorgeous place!” Her eyes filled with joyful tears as I grinned back. I pulled her into an embrace.

“Happy birthday, Hermione.” I whispered, holding her close. “And there’s just one more thing.”


Third Person ::

Draco and Hermione parted, putting a little space between them.

“What else could you possibly give me?” Her voice was thick with happiness. “You can’t make me any happier.”

“The one thing you love to do with me,” He spoke, shrugging his shoulders and raising his hands, getting into position.

Hermione’s face flashed from confusion to realization.

“Really? We’re going to dance together?” Hermione said excitedly, grinning widely. 

Draco nodded, withdrawing his wand and flick it toward instruments that lined one wall for a few feet. They immediately rose, as if invisible people held them up. Hermione laughed in delight as music flooded out from them, surrounding the pair with notes and sounds.

Draco put his left hand on her waist and held his right out. Hermione put her right hand on his shoulder and clasped her left hand with Draco’s outstretched hand. They both smiled at each other before he took the lead.

Draco stepped with his right foot, then glided his left. He moved his right foot back, stepping his left foot to shoulder width apart. Then his right foot came next to his left.

Hermione followed perfectly, as if she was just a good of dancer as her partner. Their eyes never left each other.

He began the opposite. Draco’s left foot stepped, then glided his right to meet it. His left foot move to the back, stepping his right foot to a small distance away. Then his left foot met his right.

Draco stepped his right foot away quickly, stretching his left hand out, as Hermione stepped away with her left. Their hands linked them as they stood two feet apart before she spun into his arms. Once together, Hermione rested her weight on Draco’s bent right arm. He lowered in gently to dip her. Hermione dropped close to the floor, but her trust with Draco had grown. She did not flinch this time. 

He caught her perfectly, brining her back up to him. The two were so close that every part of their body was connected to the other. His hands found her waist as Hermione put her hands on Draco’s shoulders. Their eyes met.

“I have a question,” He posed suddenly. Hermione nodded, encouraging him.

“Do you think this was always meant to happen. Us?” Draco asked.

“I believe that everything was planned. This was our destiny, though we never would have guessed it. But it did take an accident to bring us together,” Hermione added with a confident smile.

“Does that mean we fell in love accidently?” Draco smirked, an eyebrow raised as he held Hermione.

“’Accidently in love,’” She repeated, thinking carefully. “Yes, I think so. We’re accidently in love.” Hermione said with grin, her eyes wide with pleasant shock. 

One more smile was shared between the two before they kissed.

:: The End ::