harry potter dramione fic 😈
A/N: I will never be able to ship canon dramione. I mean come on! Malfoy is incredibly anti muggle and hermione hates him. Draco is definitely a redeemable character but I don’t think how they stood in the series was any grounds for a relationship. However, I think that they had some potential for an enemies to lovers arc if that was how JK wanted to write it, but she didn’t and they definitely aren’t a ship in the book. That being said, I can write whatever tf I want 😈. I think the big thing that can make or break an enemies to lovers is the moment where that wall is broken down between them and i think a sick fic is perfect for that.
Hermione glanced at the picture of her parents on her nightstand beside her. She was feeling a bout of homesickness, a feeling she seemed to experience a lot lately. After all, she had been visiting home less and less. With all the tensions building in the wizarding world, she felt silly wasting time with the muggles. The thing is though, she loves those muggles. She misses them a lot.
She felt like crying, but didn’t want to, especially not in her dorm. Her roommate’s wouldn’t make fun of her by any means. Quite the opposite, in fact, they would do nothing but smother her with attempts to help her feel better. Hermione appreciated their caring, but preferred to be sad alone. Instead, slipped into the corridor for a walk around Hogwarts, hoping to clear her head.
It was when she passed the slytherin dorm that she began to hear it. It was oh so quiet, the kind that someone not quite as observant as Hermione would have missed entirely. But Hermione couldn’t ignore the sound of panicked breaths coming from the corridor. Maybe someone was in danger? Maybe they needed help! She quickened her pace a bit and turned down the nearest corridor. She didn’t come down this hall much, seeing that it is not only right next to the slytherin dorms, but also the only class found down this hall is muggle studies. Safe to say, that was one of the few classes she wasn’t wasting her time on.
She reached the end of the hallway where the sound was loudest, almost missing the source. Leaning against the wall was Draco Malfoy. He looked somehow paler than usual, his skin matching his hair, which was pasted to his forehead with sweat.
“Draco?”. She said, her voice soft with concern, a tone even she was surprised to be taking with him.
He opened his mouth to speak: probably attempting to say something along the lines of “Go away Mudbload.” but the sound that came out was closer to a whimper than a snarky remark. Hermione wanted to walk away, returning to her dorm and letting Draco deal with whatever this is on his own. But he looked so helpless. So un-Draco-like. So, against herself, she stayed.
“Are you okay? I almost mistook you for a ghost, you’re so pale.”
Draco sighed. “Just a little…sick is all.” He said, drawing breaths in between each word.
“A little sick? You look like you could pass out any second. Why aren’t you in your dorm?” Hermione asked as she stepped closer to him.
“My dorm mates aren’t exactly the most compassionate individuals.”
With each word he painstakingly mumbled, his panic seemed to grow.
“Okay… so why are you freaking out?”
After a moments hesitation Draco simply replied, “Nauseous.”
That’s when it clicked in Hermione’s head. “. “You’re scared of vomiting?”. Draco had expected her to mock him. The fearless Draco Malfoy is afraid of something as harmless as getting sick, who wouldn’t poke fun at that? Hermione he supposed, because the only word he could use to describe her tone was worry.
He debated trying to hide his weakness from the girl. But he really could use someone who cared right now.
“I really don’t like it. Getting sick I mean.” Hermione noticed how hard it seemed for Draco to be speaking through his nausea, with his quiet voice and shaky breath.
“Okay. Just stop talking and breathe.” She said as she summoned a bucket, a wet rag, and a bottle of water. His fear seemed to grow when he saw the bucket, the possibility of him vomiting becoming realer by the second.
“Sit down.” Hermione said, guiding him to sit on the ground. He sat, bringing his knees up to his chest. She placed her palm against his forehead, not having to keep it there long to know he definitely had a fever. She draped the rag across his forehead.
“I really don’t like this Hermione.”
Hermione shushed him gently. “I know. But you’ll feel better once you’ve been sick.”
His body seemed to take this as permission, because he gagged harshly into his hand. Hermione quickly held the bucket under his chin. Another heave came, but Draco was still fighting against each one, not allowing anything out.
“Come on Draco, just let it out and it will be over before you know, I promise. You’re not alone.”
He shook his head, but seemed to ease up ever so slightly.
Finally, with the next heave, his dinner spilled into the bucket. Tears spilled down his cheeks with each wave.
She gently drew circles along his shaking back. Surprisingly, Draco didn’t draw back from her touch. He was uncharacteristically vulnerable.
Eventually his stomach finished revolting, and Draco leaned back against the wall behind him. Neither of them said anything. Hermione handed him the water bottle. Draco sipped timidly trying not to trigger whatever was left in him.
After a moment, he tilted his head onto Hermione’s shoulder. She was tempted to take a picture for Ron and Harry but didn’t want to make Draco feel any worse.
Eventually she remembered they were sitting in a hallway at probably around midnight, and they can’t stay out here all night.
“Alright Anti-Draco. Let’s get you back to your dorm.”
Malfoy groaned. Hermione stood first, offering Draco her hand to help him up.
The unlikely pair walked together down the hall to the slytherin dorm. When they reached the portrait, Draco mumbled the password and the door opened in front of him.
Hermione was ready to turn back to Gryffindor dorm, when she heard more mumbling beside her.
“Did you say something Malfoy?”
“Thank you, Hermione. And… and I’m sorry.”
He didn’t need to say what for. He was sorry for all of it.
Hermione smiled. She couldn’t quite forgive him for all bullying she’d endured in the past. But it was a start.
