Hey people! So as you probably all know by now, Hurricane Sandy was raging around earlier and I was cooped up inside with my laptop so I decided to write! So I wrote, as the storm demanded me too! And because it's Halloween, I have written a Halloween fan fiction one-shot about… Dramione! Woo hoo! (Smiles and jumps up and down) so now please enjoy my story! I hope the power goes on so I can post this. REVIEW MINIONS REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter related…. Except for the Slytherin beanie I just bought on Amazon. Woo hoo! Only two left online now.
Our story begins on the thirty-first of October, 1995 in England, in Hogwarts in the fourth floor right corridor at 8:37 pm with a familiar ferret faced Slytherin who just happened to dislike Halloween. In other words this ferret faced Slytherin was Draco Malfoy, the Sixth year prince of Slytherin. He was pacing the hall rather quickly, muttering obscene things under his breath and glaring at anyone who passed in the corridor.
"Bloody Mudblood….Costume….. Sexy….Weasel" He muttered, clenching his pale hand into a tight fist around his wand. Draco shook his head viciously, trying to get the seductive memory out of his mind from the costume ball that was going on in the Great Hall. Where he had seen her beauty. Hermione Granger.
He closed his eyes briefly and the image replayed itself behind his eyes. Him dressed as a werewolf for a joke and standing with Blaise Zabini off by the drinks watching all the girls pass by and the seeing her. The mudblood Granger had come sweeping down the stairs in some little red dress and cloak with a small woven basket. Her cute little bum had been barely covered by the material of the cloak and dress and she was wearing sexy little red heels that made her legs go on for miles and miles.
He groaned as he relived the moment and then his pale yet handsome face twisted into a sneer as the memory played on. Then the Weasel and Pothead had come trotting behind Granger, the Weasel's gaze firmly stuck on her round ass, and then Draco hadn't been able to take it. The one girl who hated him was the hottest girl he'd ever seen that night and was also able to hold up a decent conversation, which made her even sexier to him. Draco had promptly thrown his glass of butterbeer to the floor and stormed away growling. Then, on his way out of the Hall, he had purposely thrown Weasel to the floor, which had definitely made him feel much better.
"Malfoy!" His silver eyes shot open. It just had to be her. Standing before him was an extremely annoyed curly haired brunette witch in a tiny red dress and a small red cloak with red heels making her about an inch taller. Her hazel eyes were wide with annoyance and her face was flushed. Hermione Granger looked sexier then any other woman Draco had ever seen.
Draco arched a pale blonde eyebrow at her. "Problem Granger?" He asked innocently. Hermione glared at him, her face getting even redder then before.
"Why the bloody hell did you shove Ron?" She hissed. Draco felt himself getting annoyed. Merlin, was Weasel all the Mudblood cared about? Draco sneered at her.
"I felt like it Granger, Besides, blood-traitors are as bad as Mudbloods to me." She let out a tiny scream of anger and then pushed Draco against the wall. His eyes widened slightly but his face remained impassive. Hermione's brown curls started to look wilder as she glared hatefully at him.
"You are pathetic." She snarled. The ferret faced Slytherin swallowed, for some sick reason he thought this was insanely sexy. What the fuck was the matter with him? Draco Malfoy remained silent, for fear he might blurt out that he thought that Mudblood Granger was gorgeous.
"Well? Answer me?" The Gryffindor all but shouted when she could no longer stand the silence that hung in the air. He shook his head coolly, but smirked at her just the same. Hermione grabbed his shirt and yanked his head down.
"Answer. Me. Ferret." She snarled coldly. Draco suddenly realized he could see right down Granger's shirt, which made it much harder for him to deal with her. Oh fuck.
"Well Granger," Draco drawled languidly, "Aside from the nice view I'm getting I see no reason for you to touch me." Hermione's cheeks flamed red and she pushed him away from her rather quickly.
Draco smirked evilly. Finally he was getting somewhere with her! "Granger the whole school knows you want to become a Weasely but your face doesn't have to match their hair. Hermione looked speechless as their roles were reversed.
"Nice rack though." Draco added, sneering. Hermione spluttered wordlessly at him as the blonde pureblood sneered at her.
"I hate you." She finally spat at him.
"And I think you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen." Suddenly slipped out of Draco's mouth. Shit. His grey eyes widened. Hermione gaped wordlessly at those words that came out of nowhere. Then Hermione smiled evilly at him and slowly walked towards him, swinging her hips languidly.
"What in Merlin's beard do you think your doing?" Draco said nervously. Hermione pouted at him and Draco suddenly wanted to wipe that stupid pout off of her.
"Malfoy… what do you think I'm doing?" Draco licked his lips and grinned dryly at her.
"I have no idea Granger. Care to enlighten me?" Hermione let out a heavy sigh and sauntered even closer to the sexy Slytherin Prince.
"Well, Draco," Draco suddenly loved that his name was coming from Hermione's blood red lips. "It would appear to be me trying to do something I've wanted to do for a while now actually." Draco's mouth went dry.
"Which is…" He said unsteadily. Hermione winked at him and came even closer so that he could count every eyelash that she had surrounding her beautiful eyes.
"To kiss you." She breathed out. Draco's mouth dropped open but before he could form a reply, Hermione Granger was kissing him. The Gryffindor Princess was kissing her house's worst enemy, the Slytherin Prince.
She tasted like strawberries and smelled just as delicious but with a scent that was simply Hermione. Draco's brain was silently screaming with joy as all the tension from the things that they'd said to each other was put into that one kiss.
To Hermione, Draco tasted like mint and butterbeer. Yum. He smelled like the Forbidden Forest, a scent that no cologne could replicate. Her brain was squealing a nonstop, fan girl squeal and the amount of emotion in his kiss made her head spin with passion. Surprisingly enough, Draco's lips were soft and warm not cold and hard like she had thought they would be.
Reluctantly, the two of them broke apart for air and they stared at each other for a while. Sometime during the kiss, Hermione's hands had tangled themselves into Draco's fine, silky hair while Draco's hands had slipped to hold her waist. Draco found himself staring at her now puffy and redder then before lips. She looked prettier then any pureblooded witch he'd seen before and more then anything all he wanted to do was run away with her far from Voldemort and his father's prying eyes.
"Wow." Hermione whispered. Draco nodded wistfully, worried that a stupid comment from him would ruin that moment. He leaned in for another kiss and she kissed him right back, relishing the moment of solitude that they shared. It was as if there was no war, no fear and they weren't on opposing sides of a battlefield. Suddenly, Draco drew back from the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers.
"I forgot to ask you," He murmured dreamily to Hermione. "What are you for Halloween?" Hermione smiled at him sincerely.
"I'm Little Red Riding Hood and it seems to me that you're the Big Bad Wolf," She whispered to him softly. Draco nodded. He had no clue about what she'd just said but he pretended he did anyway.
"Hermione!" A nasal shout made the two jump away from each other in surprise and Hermione spun around to see Harry Potter and Ron Weasely looking for her. She turned back to Draco.
"I should probably go," Hermione murmured regretfully. Draco smiled softly at her, not trusting himself to speak at the moment.
"Happy Halloween Hermione," Draco finally whispered as she turned to go. Hermione smiled briefly at him.
" Happy Halloween Draco." Was the last thing he heard from her before she walked away to rejoin her friends.
On the thirty-first of October, 2005 in England, in Hogwarts in the fourth floor right corridor at 8:45 pm a familiar ferret faced Slytherin decided that he loved Halloween.
AAAAAAH FANGIRL SQUEALS! I forgot how much I adore Dramione! So what did you guys think of my story? It took me 2 hours of nonstop writing to complete. Do you guys think I should make this into a two-shot with Hermione's perspective? REVIEW AND TELL ME! Also, I'm thinking of changing my username to Slytherin's Princess so tell me what you think! I hope my wifi returns so I can post this but for now, all I can do is wait. Hope y'all liked my story! REVIEW FREAKISH ONLINE PEOPLE I DON'T KNOW REVIEW!
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