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Draco: *angry* who does he think he is? I mean who does he think he is, Blaise?

Blaise: yeah I know Potter is such a prick...

Draco: No... what the fuck Blaise... I'm talking about McLaggen talking to Granger

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What Might Have Been

A/N: Here's one from the other end of the spectrum! What could have happened that day at the manor if Harry and Ron had been just a little late. Draco sat in his room at Malfoy Manor, brooding. He was recalling his darkest day and his biggest regret as they were all wrapped into one. Not a single day had passed that he hadn't mourned for the loss of his innocence and his future. He could recall it all as though it were only yesterday, mores the pity. He had been standing in the foyer when they were brought in. Someone (most likely Granger, since the other two could barely think without her encouragement) had made a last ditch effort to conceal their identities and if he hadn't been there, it could have quite possibly been successful. His aunts eyes didn't miss the way his widened when he saw Hermione, her clothes ripped and dirty, face swollen. They didn't miss the pain written clearly on his face as he watched them manhandle her and throw her onto the floor as though she were trash. To them she was, he supposed. He sighed. He'd stopped thinking of her as a Mudblood long before that day and since, he had often wished that he'd continued the Pureblood way of thinking. Things would have been far easier. It had started in the Room of Requirement and it had ended in blood. The nosy little bint had been following him, trying to determine what is was that the Dark Lord had ordered him to do. He had been trying to fix the cupboard in the Room when he had heard a not so subtle someone moving around behind him. He'd stood there, frozen until a bushy haired witch had sheepishly walked out into the open. He had sneered, then she had asked what was wrong. Why did he look so unhappy lately, why was he so withdrawn? He had been shocked and fled the room as quickly as was dignified but her concern played on his mind and he couldn't help but be curious as to why one-third of the golden trio was suddenly so interested in his feelings. Draco had tried to put it from his mind but it had eaten at him for weeks and he'd finally had to do something about it. He had stalked into the library and walked up to her, towering over her small form. She had quirked her brow at him, thoroughly unimpressed. "What's your deal, Granger?" "Well Draco," she said, emphasis on his first name. "I've been rather worried about you lately." He slumped into the chair next to her, a mixture of disgust and confusion on his face. Why did the stupid wench care how he was? He was a Death Eater for crying out loud! "What's it to you?" He asked sullenly. Anger, disdain and disgust he could deal with - in fact he thrived on it - but concern... That was new. Hermione folded her hands in her lap primly and stared him down with a force not unlike that of his father. "Well if I'm going to stop you letting those friends of yours into the school it will be far easier if you were on our side." He almost laughed at the recollection. How he must have looked, his mouth agape like that of a fish. Soon after that, he had agreed. He didn't want to, but her gentle (well, sometimes gentle) coercion had persuaded him in the end. As had his love for her. He had agreed to spy for them and everything had been fine until the day she had shown up in the manor. It seemed Bellatrix had known of his weakness and the second she'd seen the concern in his eyes she had disarmed him and had him bound, forcing him to watch as they committed cruel acts upon the girl he loved. Tears had flowed freely and his father had looked at him with derision. Her friends had burst through the door and for a split second there had been hope. They had been too late. That hope was gone and so was she. Draco wept.

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Library Escapades

A/N: This is just a funny little story to kick things off. Everyone is wildly OOC and Malfoy just wants a date. Hope you guys enjoy 🙂 "Malfoy? What on earth are you doing here?" Hermione said in surprise. He was the last person she'd expected to see in the library, especially without his idiot sidekicks. "What's it to you, Granger?" He said with a smirk, trying to hide his smile of glee. He'd known she would be here of course, when was she anywhere else? His plan was working perfectly so far. He sidled closer to where she was seated in what he hoped was a casual manner, pulling out the chair next to her and plopping down into it with aplomb. Hermione's head shot up and she glared at him in annoyance though he was sure he spied more than a hint of curiosity. Well, she would just have to wait. Draco pulled out a book and began flicking through it without taking in a word. He hummed a merry tune under his breath and waited for the girl to crack. He didn't have to wait long. With an almighty sigh Hermione slammed her book shut and turned her steely gaze on the blonde haired bane of her existence. "What are you doing?" She hissed, even now trying not to get in trouble with the fearsome Madame Pince. "Just spending some time with my favourite girl." Draco said with a wink, thoroughly enjoying himself now. Hermione's mouth dropped open. He let out a quiet chuckle. "Come now, why are you so shocked?" He said silkily, inching closer to her. She was still stunned into silence. What kind of horrible joke was Malfoy playing on her now? Merlin, where were Harry and Ron when she needed them? "W-what are you playing at Malfoy?" The truth was, Draco had no idea. He only knew he was rather sick of insulting the only girl he was remotely interested in and the perfectly Pureblood Malfoy name could go to hell. Getting the girl and pissing off his father all in one fell swoop would be rather lovely - now he just had to pull it off. "Well, Her-mi-o-ne." He replied, drawing her name out just to annoy her a little further. He loved the little furrow that formed at her brow when she was angry. "I rather think that we should go on a date." Hermione looked as though Crookshanks had just died, come back to life and then proceeded to ask her on a date. In fact, that probably would have shocked her less. He leant back in his seat and grinned at the myriad of expressions running across her face. She was still catching flies too, he noted, and placed his fingers under her chin to gently close her mouth. Silly girl. "I think you should leave." She said uncertainly. "Hermione. Honestly. When have I ever listened to you?" "When have you ever called me Hermione? Or sat next to me without calling me mud blood? Or asked me on a date, for Merlins sake!" She was fuming now and he smiled in pleasure, loving the way her eyes sparked with fury and her cheeks flushed pink. "You really shouldn't get angry." He mumbled, more to himself than anything. "You won't like what happens." "WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN YOU FERRET?!" Draco couldn't help it. He put his hands on either arm of her chair and brushed his cheek against hers, inhaling her scent. He felt her stiffen and sighed inwardly, knowing he would have to prove himself to her. He softly brushed her lips with his own, giving her the option to pull away if she wished. Hermione was having an incredibly intense internal argument. On the one hand, this was the her arch-enemy... But, on the other hand, he was a rather attractive teenage boy with more brain cells than most of her house combined. It wasn't like Ron would ever stop snagging Lavender long enough to notice her anyway... She finally decided she was rather sick of being the perfectly prissy prefect. Draco almost moaned in pleasure when she wound her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer. He was slightly shocked but there was no way he would look the proverbial gift horse in the mouth. This whole standing while she was sitting thing was rather awkward though so he pulled her up and sat down, wrapping his arms around her as she sat in his lap. Hermione pulled back, breathing hard. Her lips were swollen and she just knew her hair was a mess but Draco was looking up at her like she was some sort of goddess. She was rather enjoying this. "So..." He pondered as she snuggled into him, looking up at him through long lashes. "Did you want to go on that date?" Hermione smiled wryly. In for a penny, in for a pound she supposed. "Why not?"

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