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Chapter 2

 

The Beginning Of A Relationship

 

As the wedding march continued to play Draco watched as Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley slipped into the church to sit themselves into the last pew of the church. The two of them must have been visiting Hermione, Draco surmised, dragging his eyes away from them to the door as he waited for Hermione. Harry and Ron were two of Hermione's best friends and whereas they weren't Draco's favorite people he tolerated them for Hermione's sake.


Harry, he could deal with, but Ron, well he was another matter altogether. If the truth was known he was a little bit jealous of Ron, (he didn't like admitting that, but there it was). It all stemmed from the period of time that Hermione and Ron dated. It had been during the war and only for short time, but it was over before him and Hermione had gotten together. However, sometimes Draco wondered if there wasn't something still there, on numerous occasions he had noticed the fond glances that they sent each other. It worried him, made him doubt Hermione and himself. It made him doubt their feelings for each other. After all, Hermione and Ron had been friends for almost ten years, whereas Draco had been her enemy for over six years, with the last four spent building up their friendship and romance. When he thought about it he and hermione had a romance longer than she had with Ron, that made him feel better.

 
A movement in the foyer caught his eye and he pushed the stray thought aside. It was ridiculous, he told himself silently. He watched as the maid-of-honor, Ginny Weasley, walked down the aisle. Ginny was another one of Hermione's friends, but unlike Harry and Ron, Draco had come to know and like her. Ginny was dressed in a pink, flowing gown carrying a bouquet of red and white flowers. Draco watched as Ginny reached the end of the aisle and take her place across from him, he smiled at her then turned his attention back to where he knew Hermione would soon be making an appearance.

 

Within minutes, Hermione came into view and he had to catch his breath at how beautiful she was. Her hair was piled high on her head with red and white flowers weaved into the high knot. Her dress- a simple design- was made of white satin, the sleeveless bodice and tapered waist enhanced her slender figure, the long pencil thin skirt showed off the shape of her long legs and the whole outfit heightened her slender figure. She stood proudly by her father, her hand on his arm as they waited to walk down the aisle.


Draco watched as Hermione bit her lower lip, a sure sign that she was nervous and he smiled encouragingly at her, his own nervousness totally gone now. When she gave a small smile back he felt his heart flutter. God, how he loved her. He remembered the day when he started to fall for her. It was in their 7th year and with the war over many of the 7th year students were given the option of returning to Hogwarts to finish the training that the war interrupted. Draco, Hermione, and Blaise were only a few that had. Harry and Ron had opted to start their training as Aurors.


Draco and Hermione had been made Head Boy and Girl that year and that little fact had aided in their friendship. Being Head Boy and Girl came with a lot of responsibilities, it also meant that they had to room together, in their own dormitory, for the whole of the school year. Neither, himself or Hermione liked that, but he recalled that Hermione liked it even less and made no bones about it. He smiled gently as he recalled her fiery response to this news.


Flashback begins:


"I will not live here with him, Professor McGonagall," Hermione retorted angrily. Her eyes flashed with anger. The look she sent Draco's way was filled with disgust. They knew what he was like. Didn't they remember how Draco had tortured the other students just because he thought they were beneath him? Hadn't they seen how cold and cruel he was? Didn't they know he lacked all human emotions? Didn't they remember two years ago when he became a death eater? Didn't they remember how he was suppose to kill Professor Dumbledore, a powerful wizard and someone that Hermione had liked and respected? That he was too much of a coward to actually do it didn't matter to her, he had still stood by and watched as another death eater do the deed. How could they ask her or anyone for that matter to live with that? And another thing, was she supposed to just forget every little taunt and mean trick he ever pulled on her? It was the pranks that made forgiveness impossible. She couldn't forgive nor would she ever forget what he had done. "Not now, not ever," she vowed.


Professor McGonagall's mouth tightened with anger. "Miss Granger, if you want to keep the Head Girl title you will do as you are told," she told her sternly. "Now the Head Boy and Girl live together in this dormitory," she waved her arm around the room. "And you will do so or give up the badge."


Hermione's pursed her lips, anger still evident in her eyes. She sent yet another look over at Draco who she noticed was smirking in his usual way. Giving up the badge was not something that she was willing to do. Not even if it meant living with him, besides, she wouldn't give him that satisfaction. Being picked as Head Girl was an honor and a privilege, she intended to do that job to the best of her ability, but she didn't really want to live with that spoiled, rich, arrogant, moron. Just for the hell of it she threw another disgusted look his way, wishing that she could do him bodily harm. She turned back to the professor. "I'm sorry," she replied, her face showing how sorry she was. "It simply isn't possible," she continued angrily. Her anger flared up again at McGonagall's stubborn refusal to consider any other options. Hermione knew rules were rules, and she was one to follow those rules most of the time, but surely there were exceptions to those rules. "I can't possibly spend the whole year here with that, that," she stumbled over the words as if she was looking for a good word to use. She finally found ones that would make McGonagall realize just how serious she was. "This death eater."
 

Professor McGonagall's mouth tightened even more at the words she'd used, but she didn't chastise her as she would have done had it been anyone else. If anyone had a right to complain it was Hermione, which was why she let her go on with her tirade as long as she had. But Hermione had to realize that they were trying to make peace with everyone so no one would ever have to feel fear again. And what better way to do that then to put together the two worst enemies they had, she rationalized. "Miss Granger, the subject is closed." And the stern look that accompanied her words told her that it was indeed closed.
 

Hermione ignored the look regardless of what it could mean to her future, arguing with the headmistress of the school wasn't going to help her secure her future. Right now, she thought this took precedents over her future. "But he's a death eater," she said again sending Draco a look of disgust. "I'd rather have all my teeth yanked out."

 
Draco's eyes flashed briefly. If she called him a death eater one more time he would personally knock her teeth out for her, he thought angrily. What gave that know-it-all the right to call him names? He fumed silently. He hadn't killed anyone, despite what everyone thought, even when the war had broken out unlike Hermione who had the blood of several witches and wizards on her hand. Of course, she had only killed in self-defense, but still.

 
Draco frowned. He'd had enough of her idiocy. "Professor," Draco interrupted Hermione's latest rampage to say. "Could you tell me where my room is please?"


Please? Hermione thought bitterly. What was he up to? Why was Draco being so polite? When had Draco been polite to any professor? It was a sure sign that he was up to something, and she was going to keep her eye on him. He wasn't going to use his head boy job to bully the other students. She wouldn't allow it.


"Of course, Mr. Malfoy," Professor McGonagall said smiling at him. "It's up the stairs to the right and yours, Miss Granger is to the left."


Draco murmured his thanks and hurriedly hauled his trunk up the stairs. He needed to get away from them, especially away from that Hermione because the more she argued with McGonagall the more turned on he got by the fire in her eyes, and she was the last girl he wanted to have the hots for. He'd never realized what a firebrand she was. The fact that she had turned into a beautiful young woman was something that he couldn't help but notice although that didn't mean he wanted to spend any time with her.
 

Ten minutes later he left his room and was going to head downstairs when he noticed her struggling to get her trunk up the stairs. He had been going to offer to help her with it but before he could she turned her head and glared at him, he then stood there watching her struggle with a smirk on his face. Sometimes she was her own worst enemy. She was too damn proud and stubborn to ask for help, especially if it was from him. He had no doubt that had it been Harry or Ron she wouldn't have hesitated to ask for help.


She heaved a heavy sigh of relief as she made it up the stairs and to the door of her room, although she still had to get the trunk into the room. She paused to rest, a minute, leaning up against the wall, before attempting to finish the task, she then leaned over and opened her bedroom door and shoved the trunk toward it. She knew that Draco was still there witnessing her humiliation again. She turned to glare at him. "Thanks you so much for your help," she snapped sarcastically.
 

Why did he have to be here witnessing her humiliation? Draco was always there to see her at her worst, but of course, Draco was usually the one causing her humiliation. He got so much pleasure out of humiliating her.
 

"Granger, you do know you're a witch, right?" he asked the question with a smirk.


Hermione frowned in confusion. What was he on about now? "So?" she questioned impatiently.


Draco shook his head as if he didn't understand how she could be a witch. "So," he emphasized the word. "use your wand." How could she be so smart and still be so damn dumb.
 

Hermione paused to take a deep breath slowly letting it out again. This was a muggle trick and usually worked the tension out of the body, this time it did no good. So she took to counting slowly to ten, another muggle trick that barely had the desired effect. Draco was too much of an irritant for it to work properly. She shook her head and continued to push her trunk into her room. "I can't use my wand," she told him briskly. She didn't have her wand with her, she had mistakenly packed it in her trunk, but she wasn't going to tell him that. "I'm saving my magic for something big, something that is going to require a lot of magic," she paused as if thinking about it. "Something like turning you into the snake you are."


Draco laughed as if he found this amusing. "It's illegal to turn any human into-"


"I don't care," she interrupted him not caring if it was childish or rude. "I think it would be worth a span in Azkaban," she said naming the prison for troubled magical beings. "I would love to see you slithering on the ground, it is, after all, where you belong."
 

Draco shrugged. "Well, we don't always get what we want now do we, cupcake," he drawled mockingly at her.


Hermione frowned. As far as she knew Draco got everything he had ever wanted, well, except for the results of the war, he had been really disappointed there. Just the thought of it made her angry. "That's right, Malfoy, you wanted that monster to win the war, so that you purebloods can rule the world," she told him furiously.

 
Anger stirred within Draco. She knew nothing about him or his family, she just went by what she heard the gossip channels. "Listen here, mudblood," he snapped at her, calling her that filthy name he had used in the past. He didn't still think like that but she angered him into using it. "You know nothing about me so keep your erroneous opinions to yourself."


Erroneous? No, her opinions were not wrong. "I know plenty about you," she told him with that know-it-all- air of hers. "I know your father is in Azkaban, I know you should be there as well," she blasted him not holding anything back.  She was too angry. "I know you are not a gentlemen, a gentlemen would have helped me with my trunk."
 

Draco smirked at her. "Sorry, cupcake, we death eaters don't help out mudbloods," he snarled at her. He was angry himself, angry enough that he said things without thinking them out. He had been going to help her but for her bitchiness. He was kind of tired of her judging him for his past mistakes. "It is just the way it is. You should be used to it," he added then turned and headed downstairs and out of the dorm. This was going to be a long year.


After that they avoided each other whenever possible. Once or twice he came in after classes and found her in the common room with her friends Ginny and Luna, but he didn't stop to acknowledge them in anyway. Although, he did hear that Ginny girl ask her how she liked living with him and he had to grin at her reply. Hermione had told her friends that it was like living with scabbers, which Draco knew was the name of Ron's pet rat he'd had for years. Hermione had hated that rat.

 
Two weeks after school began he'd walked into the dorm late one night after visiting his friends in the Slytherin house to find Hermione walking around the common room in a black lace negligee. The sight was enough to stop him dead in his tracks as he stared at her for several long minutes. Her skinny body had filled out rather nicely over the years, with curves in all the right places. Her legs were to die for, as they were long and sleek, and had him wondering if they were as silky to the touch as they appeared to be. And she was no longer flat chested he noticed eyeing the creamy white skin that the negligee couldn't hide. He eyed the gap in the material as she bent over the table wondering if he lifted his head a little bit higher if he would be able to get a glimpse of a pink nipple. With this thought his hands began to tingle and he balled them into fist at his sides to keep from touching her. Damn her, he thought darkly as his body stirred with a wanting he didn't want to feel.


"For God's sake, Granger, if you have to walk around outside your room at least put on a robe. It's disgusting looking at you like that," he growled cruelly at her. She obviously had no idea of the effect she had on him.

 
Hermione would have normally blushed but she as so damn angry to do that now. She turned to him and let her temper fly. "Oh, you have no problems with it, do you?" she snapped at him. "It's okay for you to walk around in your boxers for all and sundry to see. I suppose I'm to gush and act like a dumb bimbo," she scoffed. "Like that is ever going to happen. I find your body just as disgusting as you find mine."
 

Draco smirked in that irritating Malfoy way of his. "Right."
 

Hermione fumed. "What's that suppose to mean?" she asked hands on her hips.
 

"I've seen you watching me. I know how much you enjoy it," he sneered.
 

"You're mental." This time she didn't hold anything back, she screamed it. The arrogance of the man. And was his eyes twinkling with merriment, she wondered? Taking a deep breath she tried to calm herself. "Listen, Malfoy, I can't stand you and your pathetic body leaves me about as turned on as Valdemort's would."
 

His laughter caused her to close her hand into a tight fist. To keep from hitting him, the urge was so strong she barely controlled it.
 

"Right, cupcake," he taunted. "That is why your eyes follow me everywhere I go. They just can't get enough of me, Granger." He laughed as she blushed. "Your friends, Potter and that weasel must not be doing a good job keeping you satisfied."
 

Hermione gasped in shock. It was about time for him to learn a few facts and she'd teach him a few manners while she was at it. "First of all," she muttered angrily at him. "Don't call me that," she snapped at him. Cupcake made her seem flaky and she wasn't that, but even so that was better than the mudblood that he called her, she guessed. God, how she wished she had her wand, usually she kept it with her but she had left it in her room, she hadn't been going to be long so she'd left it on the bed. But how dare he speak of her friends that way? Harry and Ron were just her friends. Well, she and Ron had gradually transitioned into the dating phase, but it wasn't going to great at least not in her opinion. "Second of all, Harry and Ron are just friends," she told him, her anger still there. "And you aren't good enough to speak their names, so just mind your own damn business."
 

He laughed again. "You are so obvious, Granger. It's pathetic," he drawled.
 

Hermione frowned. Obvious? About what? "What is obvious is your jealousy."
 

"Jealousy," Draco smirked. "Jealous of a stringbean like you," he scoffed. "Harry and Ron are welcome to you. I like a woman with a little bit more curves. A woman who looks like a woman."
 

Hermione took this insult with a grain of salt. "Unlike, you Malfoy," she bantered. "I can be friends with the opposite sex without it actually involving sex. Some of us don't find it necessary to chase everything in a skirt."

 
"You know nothing about me, mudblood, but I don't care what you think anyway, just get your disgusting little body out of here before-"

 
Hermione didn't wait for him to finish that sentence, she just grabbed the book that she had come down for and fled back upstairs as if the devil were after her. Although, she knew the devil was still downstairs.

 
A month into the school year he had walked in to find her on the couch crying her eyes out. Not wanting to bother her he headed for his room but stopped before he could climb the frist step and turned back to her. "Granger, you okay," he asked hesitantly. He wasn't sure what made him ask, but hearing her cry like that did something to him. "Is everything all right?"
 

Hermione glanced up at him, recognizing him instantly and pushed her palms against her eyes in the hopes of clearing them up. Of all the people to catch her crying it had to be him. She nodded silently at him, not trusting her voice.
 

Draco unsure of what to do now remained there. Usually tears were the last thing he would want to deal with, yet with her he couldn't just leave her her to continue to sob. He walked over and sat on the couch with her and put his arm around her shoulders. "Come on, Granger, tell me what is bothering you?"
 

To his great surprise and to hers she cuddled closer to him and he wrapped his arms tighter around her. The scent of jasmine wafted up and tingled his nose. Was it in her hair or on her body? He breathed deeply. Maybe both. "What's wrong?" he asked again.
 

Hermione continued to whimper although she did stop crying. "It's Ron," she mumbled softly.

 
Draco rolled her eyes. He should have known. Granger had a thing for Ron and he obviously didn't return those feelings but that was no reason to go all to pieces. "Look, Hermione," he began to say. He didn't know what he was going to say, but he wanted to tell her what a prick weasel was, but figure that wouldn't go over well with her. Whatever he would have said faded from his head as she looked up at him with those soft brown tear stained eyes and all thoughts left his head. Thoughts of kissing her replaced all other thoughts and as much as he tried to fight it he had a hard time especially when she leaned forwarded and her lips found his.
 

So he did what any red-blooded male would have done. He gave in and kissed her back.
 

Flashback ends:
 

That had been their first kiss and it hadn't been a bad kiss, Draco thought now with a small private smile. He remember  deepening the kiss and thinking that this kiss might just take him back to one of his fantasies he'd had about her. Yes, he had personal and private fantasies about Hermione Granger which was pathetic when you thought about it, which was why he never told anyone about them.
 

He suspected that kiss- at least on her part- was a spur of the moment thing. She had been hurt by that weasel and probably wanted someone to help her forget it for a second or two. He knew this yet he still let himself be used like that. If he were honest with himself, he had enjoyed it. He was glad now though, because if not for that he wouldn't be here watching her walk down the aisle.



A/N: This chapter has been edited and I hope that all mistakes had been found and corrected. Although, everytime I look at it I find some more.

I own nothing from Harry Potter.

 

 

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