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A/N: This story is dedicated to my cousin and best friend, Marissa. I wrote this story for her for Christmas. Hope everyone likes it!! Please, please reveiw!!! I like to know what people think. Thanks! xoxoxo

 

For You, Anything

 

The halls of Hogwarts were deserted. No droning lectures. No scribbles of quills. And no leering teachers. All that could be heard was a vast muffled noise coming from the Great Hall. All houses were eating lunch that was always a meal fit for an army: roast beef, chicken, sausages, potatoes, Yorkshire pudding, and Pumpkin juice. Conversations ranging from Potions homework to what students received from home, but mainly why a certain Gryffindor and a certain Slytherin were missing.

Ron and Harry both looked at Hermione’s empty seat accusingly.

“Do you think Hermione is with him?” Ron said with venom dripping into his words.

Harry just shrugged.

Ron looked at him incredulously. “Don’t you care?! He could have her tied up while he has his way with her. Or he kidnapped her and took her to the Deatheaters. Or—”

“Or maybe he lit her on fire and pushed her off a bridge,” Harry said nonchalantly.

Ron’s eyes widened. “Do you think?”

“No, Ron.  Jeez, I’m sure they’re on their way now.”

“Yeah, right. They’re going to walk right through those doors and pretend they don’t know what we know.”

“What do we know?”

Ron never got a chance to finish his sentence because the Hall doors suddenly burst open. Draco Malfoy was walking swiftly toward the front of the Hall with a panic stricken Hermione chasing after him. Draco stopped and climbed on top of the teachers’ table all the while the Hall erupted in an uproar. Hermione was yanking on Draco’s robes trying to keep him from saying something. Professor McGonagall looked flustered. Professor Snape looked menacing. And Professor Dumbledore had a small twinkle in his eye like he knows exactly what Draco is about to say.

“Excuse me! I have something to tell everyone.”

The Hall went suddenly silent waiting to hear just what he had to say.

 

 

 

A few minutes earlier…

The Gryffindor and Syltherin in question were in fact on their way to lunch and both in a squabble.

“Hermione, please.”

“No.”

“Come on, why not?”

“Because, Draco, everyone will freak!”

Draco rolled his eyes.  “No they won’t.”

Hermione glared at him.

“Okay, okay. So, maybe they’ll freak out a little.”

“A little?! Draco. People will ban me from society. I’ll have to move to South America, live in a hut, and grow my own food.  And my only contact from the outside world is some deaf Brazilian named Jose. And furthermore—”

Draco stopped and watched Hermione while she continued to predict her social demise. It was times like this that made Draco literally stop and see how lucky he was that Hermione was with him, Draco Malfoy. He stood and admired her as she kept walking towards the Great Hall. She was still animatedly talking, her lovely voice becoming angry. Her brown, curly hair was sinuous as it flowed behind her where his fingers itched to touch.

Hermione stopped walking when she realized that Draco was no longer walking with her. He smiled as Hermione slowly turned, placed a fist on her hip and nearly growled, “What?”

Her brown eyes were piercing, but Draco could’ve looked at them all day. Her mouth was full and set, lips that he wanted to cover with his own, her whole face was distorted with anger but to him she was more beautiful than ever. And he loved her with every fiber of his being.

 “You’re so cute when you get worked up like that. Like the world’s going to end,” he said as he began to walk to her side.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Anger deflating, Hermione started to take a step back away from Draco’s advancement. She noticed the look that he had in his eyes. It’s the look that she hoped would never leave.

“Like what?” Draco had Hermione backed into a wall. No where to go.

She exhaled as her back hit the wall. “Like I’m on the dinner menu.”

Draco laughed. He leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Hermione, I want people to know that I love you. I want to be able to hold you close without people jinxing me thinking I’m jinxing you.”

“That only happened once,” Hermione interrupted.

“Yeah, I don’t want a repeat performance,” Draco pushed stray hairs behind Hermione’s ear. “People are going to talk but we can’t stop it. Whatever they say it still won’t change the way I feel for you.”

Hermione tried to push Draco back where he wasn’t so close to muddle her thoughts.

“And how do you go about saying something like that to someone? ‘Hey, do you think I can borrow your notes for charms class, by the way, I’m in love with Hermione Granger’?”

He smiled. “Sure, simple and to the point.”

Exasperated, Hermione pinched her nose to relieve the headache that she felt coming on. She did want to tell everyone who she desperately loved. But how do you tell people that you are in love with a person who was thought to be so dark and so… well, evil? She supposed that things were going to be known sooner or later. It’s already been speculated. But when the truth was actually out there, it couldn’t be taken back.

“God, I’m going to regret this, I just know it.”

Hermione looked at Draco’s face, as he stood leaning against the wall staring at her expectantly. “Okay. Tell people, tell the world. And if a mob attacks me, I’m holding you responsible.”

“Deal. And if a mob does in fact attack you, I will be there with you to share the torture, the beatings—”

“Okay, Draco—”

“Even when they tie us up and hang us upside down from the dungeons—”

“Draco—”

“And whip us till we bleed and no one can hear our screams as we die in anguish.”

“Are you done?”

“Yes.”

“That was a bit morbid.”

“I just meant that no matter what happens I’d do anything for you.”

“Well, you could’ve just said that before you dispensed with the slasher scenario.”

Draco smirked. “That’s no fun.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed. She scanned his face, trying to memorize every plane and every feature. His intense blue eyes were on her. That look she always saw was still there. The look that she was the only one in his world, that she was the center of his everything.  His silver blonde hair was perfectly placed. Though her fingers yearned to touch. And his lips, god those lips. She lost every thought when he kissed her. Lost all reason and responsibility.

Every part of him was all hers to have and to love. Forever.

“Draco, I love you. God knows why. But I wouldn’t trade this feeling you give me for anything in the world. Every time you look at me, every doubt I have about us is gone. Giving in to the cliché, I feel lost without you. I find myself searching the crowd for you just so I can look into your eyes. And I find myself losing concentration in class because I’m thinking about when I get to see you again.” She poked her finger to his chest. “By the way, I got an Acceptable on my last History of Magic exam because of you.”

“I know I’m a bad influence. Whatever will you do with me?” He flashed his crooked smile and she was gone.

She grabbed him by his robes and pressed his lips to hers. That feeling she always felt when he kissed her surfaced. Butterflies in her stomach, chills down her spine, her heart caught in her throat. He was it. All she needed to get through the day. And it felt wonderful.

Draco wished that he could stay in this moment forever. He changed the angle of the kiss as his hands dove into her hair. She was the one, he knew it. She was the one person who he could trust his life with and wake up with every morning.  And that thought felt wonderful.

Then another thought entered his mind.  He smiled inwardly and knew he was going to pay for this. He pulled away, breaking their kiss and she had an annoyed confusion drawn on her face.

“What’s wrong?” Her eyes were half closed and her cheeks were flushed. She was perfect. She was his. He stared so intensely at her, she began to feel uncomfortable.

“I just had an idea.”

Her brows furrowed. “What?”

“Since everyone is at lunch, and we’re heading that way. What better timing than to tell everyone that I love you?”

Hermione froze. “You can’t be serious? I mean, everyone is in there.”

“Yeah,” Draco said slowly. “That’s kinda the point.”

“But, I thought that, you know, we tell a few people and then let them tell other people. Then after awhile everyone would know.”

“That’s no fun.”

“Please stop saying that.”

Draco just laughed as he headed for the Great Hall, leaving a stammering Hermione in his wake.

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!, Hermione thought. He’s really going to do it.

Hermione couldn’t get any coherent word to come out of her mouth. She just uselessly chased after Draco as he turned down corridors and flew down staircases.  When he finally reached the doors he paused and abruptly turned to Hermione. He brushed his hand across her cheek and smirked. “Here goes nothing.”

Draco pushed the Hall doors and they burst open.

Hermione was assaulted with stares and uproar of voices. Draco never even paused, but kept his swift pace towards the teachers’ table.  Panic stricken, she just followed unsure on how this was going to turn out. She caught a glance of Ron and Harry. Ron’s eyes throwing daggers at Draco’s back and Harry’s understanding gaze.

Draco reached the teacher’s table and climbed on top of it. That act sent the Hall into a deafening sea of noise.

Draco looked at all his fellow classmates and took a deep breath. “Excuse me! I have something to tell everyone.”

Ron turned to Harry. “What do you think he’s gonna say? Looks bad, really bad. He’s going to kill us all! What’s the best jinx you know?”

“Ron. Chill. Maybe he’s not such a bad guy.”

Ron looked at Harry with disbelief and turned to Seamus to express his conspiracy theories.

Hermione pulled on Draco’s robes making him come to her level. “What are you doing? Are you crazy?!”

“Yes. Being in love makes you do crazy things. You never know what life is going to throw at you, but when I’m with you I know that I can do anything.” He held out his hand for her.

Hermione let his words sink in. It was so simple, so uncomplicated. She loved him. She never thought that she’d be here, with him. But here she was, and she was ready to take the leap with him. She let go of his robe and took his hand. He pulled her up onto the table and then a hushed silence came over the Hall. Everyone waiting to hear what Draco had to say.

Hermione and Draco looked at each other for a moment, and then Draco just smiled, shrugged and said, “I’m in love with Hermione Granger.”

All were speechless and looking at Hermione as if to confirm this ridiculous statement.

 “And I love Draco Malfoy,” she said and planted a solid kiss on Draco in front of the entire student body. Eyes bulged and jaws dropped.

Hermione broke the kiss as everyone recovered from the shock and began to yell and gossip. Both Gryffindor and Slytherin houses threw accusations and threats at this outrage. 

Amidst all of the pandamonium, Dumbledore cleared his throat. "I hope you don't mind Hermione and Draco...but I'd like to finish my pudding."

Hermione didn't realize they were still on the teacher's table. "Sorry Professor."

When they stepped down, Hermione turned to face Draco, who was trying to conceal a smile with no success, with eyes glittering with delight.

“You are in so much trouble for putting my through that,” she accused, punching his arm.

He feigned shock. “Who me?”

“What they must think…” Worry beginning to deflate her ease.

“Hey,” Draco said quietly as he took Hermione’s chin with his fingers to make her look at him straight into his eyes, “I’m with you. I love you.”

She grinned. “I suppose we should face them. But you are going in front to protect me from the flying food.”

Draco held Hermione’s hand and said, “For you, anything.”

 

The End
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