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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult +
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3
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2,230
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9
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A Meeting of the Minds
Hermione had just walked back into the common room of the Head Dorm that she split with Draco, knowing the feast was over, and dreading having to confront Draco for the first time since the Final Battle. She muttered the password, wincing at the discomfort she was still feeling from her ribs, although Poppy had managed to heal them, they were still bruised.
\"Amore Per Sempre.\" Hermione laughed inwardly at the irony of the password. Forever my ass, she thought.
She stepped into the common room and inhaled sharply, sending another jolt of pain through her body. It was beautiful. Impeccable. Literally breath taking. The room was decorated in a mix of jade green and maroon, to represent both Gryffindor and Slytherin.
All of a sudden, Hermione heard a voice to the side of her that seemed all too familiar.
\"Hello my dear.\"
She turned to the side, saw who it was and promptly passed out. This is how Draco came in to find her. He had been receiving instructions to share with Hermione from the Headmistress after the feast, went to the hospital wing to see if the Head Girl was still there, and had been informed that she\'d just left.
Walking in, the Head Boy saw his female counterpart lying in head under the portrait that the new Headmistress had been telling him about. He rushed over to make sure that she was ok. The first thing he noticed was a deep, dark black eye that looked fairly recent.
\"Jesus Granger, what the hell happened to your eye? You couldn\'t have just done that...\" He scolded the unconscious girl. He quickly pulled out his wand and with a confident \"Rennervate,\" he had the Head Girl blinking her eyes open.
She didn\'t even notice Malfoy leaning over her, instead she stared up into the eyes of Albus Dumbledore.
\"Sir, how-? What-? Why-? You scared the shit out of me!\" she hollered at her former Headmaster.
\"Now, now Miss Granger, or are you going by your other name now? Oh well. There\'s no need for any foul language. This is one of my many portraits around the wizarding world. I won\'t be here often, but if ever you need me just knock on my picture frame and I\'ll hurry along to see what\'s the matter. I just wanted to say hello dear, and it\'s nice to see you too.\" At least in death he\'s kept his sense of humor and that God awful twinkle in his eye... Hermione thought grimly.
\"It\'s nice to see you too sir. Thanks for dropping in,\" she replied, dripping with sarcasm.
\"It\'s nice to see you to Mr. Malfoy. If either of you would like to talk, you know how to reach me. If I\'m not busy, I\'m sure I\'d love to just catch up with the both of you. Take care now!\" And with that, Hermione\'s mentor for the past six years of her life disappeared from the portrait.
\"Woh! Malfoy, where\'d you come from?\"
\"I just brought you back to consciousness, Granger. You\'re welcome. The Headmistress wanted to meet with the both of us after the feast, but Poppy informed her that you were being detained in the Infirmary. I was just looking for you to warn you about the portrait and pass on the information I just received.\"
\"Thanks a lot Malfoy,\" Hermione retorted, with more bitterness than thanks.
\"Listen Granger, I don\'t expect us to become the best of friends, but there\'s no need to be hostile. I was also looking for you so that I could apologize. Yes I know, wipe that look off your face, Malfoy\'s never apologize. It doesn\'t matter, I\'ve renounced my father and family. I\'d like to apologize to you and Weasley for the last couple of years. Also, I\'m sorry for your losses, but I\'ve lost people too. Can we make a truce? After all, we have to live together for the next year.\"
\"Yea, truce... Draco.\"
With that, Draco helped Hermione up and helped her over to the couch.
\"Now, what happened to your eye. I seriously doubt the old cook reached out and punched you one in the eye ... What happened?\"
\"Umm, it\'s nothing Malf- Draco. I just had a little accident on the train. It\'s nothing to worry about.\" Hermione coughed from having a dry mouth, as a result wincing terribly.
\"What\'s wrong now, Granger?\"
\"You can call me Hermione, Draco. And I just have a sore rib, that\'s all.\"
\"Oh, if that\'s all, I can help you there. Poppy doesn\'t know this one I\'ll bet. I used to get sore ribs from Quidditch all the time. Lift up your shirt, no not in a pervy way, don\'t raise your eyebrow at me, I\'m just going to fix it.\" Hermione tentatively pulled her shirt up, obeying Draco\'s orders in the hopes that he could stop the pain. As soon as she had pulled it up far enough for him to see all the lovely colors spreading across her abdomen, he cursed under his breath. \"Christ Granger, that\'s not just sore ribs. What\'d you get in a bar room brawl at the Leaky Caldron?\"
\"I told you it\'s nothing Malfoy! What\'s with all the questions?\" And so Hermione stormed off, knowing she\'d overreacted, slamming the door to her room
\"Amore Per Sempre.\" Hermione laughed inwardly at the irony of the password. Forever my ass, she thought.
She stepped into the common room and inhaled sharply, sending another jolt of pain through her body. It was beautiful. Impeccable. Literally breath taking. The room was decorated in a mix of jade green and maroon, to represent both Gryffindor and Slytherin.
All of a sudden, Hermione heard a voice to the side of her that seemed all too familiar.
\"Hello my dear.\"
She turned to the side, saw who it was and promptly passed out. This is how Draco came in to find her. He had been receiving instructions to share with Hermione from the Headmistress after the feast, went to the hospital wing to see if the Head Girl was still there, and had been informed that she\'d just left.
Walking in, the Head Boy saw his female counterpart lying in head under the portrait that the new Headmistress had been telling him about. He rushed over to make sure that she was ok. The first thing he noticed was a deep, dark black eye that looked fairly recent.
\"Jesus Granger, what the hell happened to your eye? You couldn\'t have just done that...\" He scolded the unconscious girl. He quickly pulled out his wand and with a confident \"Rennervate,\" he had the Head Girl blinking her eyes open.
She didn\'t even notice Malfoy leaning over her, instead she stared up into the eyes of Albus Dumbledore.
\"Sir, how-? What-? Why-? You scared the shit out of me!\" she hollered at her former Headmaster.
\"Now, now Miss Granger, or are you going by your other name now? Oh well. There\'s no need for any foul language. This is one of my many portraits around the wizarding world. I won\'t be here often, but if ever you need me just knock on my picture frame and I\'ll hurry along to see what\'s the matter. I just wanted to say hello dear, and it\'s nice to see you too.\" At least in death he\'s kept his sense of humor and that God awful twinkle in his eye... Hermione thought grimly.
\"It\'s nice to see you too sir. Thanks for dropping in,\" she replied, dripping with sarcasm.
\"It\'s nice to see you to Mr. Malfoy. If either of you would like to talk, you know how to reach me. If I\'m not busy, I\'m sure I\'d love to just catch up with the both of you. Take care now!\" And with that, Hermione\'s mentor for the past six years of her life disappeared from the portrait.
\"Woh! Malfoy, where\'d you come from?\"
\"I just brought you back to consciousness, Granger. You\'re welcome. The Headmistress wanted to meet with the both of us after the feast, but Poppy informed her that you were being detained in the Infirmary. I was just looking for you to warn you about the portrait and pass on the information I just received.\"
\"Thanks a lot Malfoy,\" Hermione retorted, with more bitterness than thanks.
\"Listen Granger, I don\'t expect us to become the best of friends, but there\'s no need to be hostile. I was also looking for you so that I could apologize. Yes I know, wipe that look off your face, Malfoy\'s never apologize. It doesn\'t matter, I\'ve renounced my father and family. I\'d like to apologize to you and Weasley for the last couple of years. Also, I\'m sorry for your losses, but I\'ve lost people too. Can we make a truce? After all, we have to live together for the next year.\"
\"Yea, truce... Draco.\"
With that, Draco helped Hermione up and helped her over to the couch.
\"Now, what happened to your eye. I seriously doubt the old cook reached out and punched you one in the eye ... What happened?\"
\"Umm, it\'s nothing Malf- Draco. I just had a little accident on the train. It\'s nothing to worry about.\" Hermione coughed from having a dry mouth, as a result wincing terribly.
\"What\'s wrong now, Granger?\"
\"You can call me Hermione, Draco. And I just have a sore rib, that\'s all.\"
\"Oh, if that\'s all, I can help you there. Poppy doesn\'t know this one I\'ll bet. I used to get sore ribs from Quidditch all the time. Lift up your shirt, no not in a pervy way, don\'t raise your eyebrow at me, I\'m just going to fix it.\" Hermione tentatively pulled her shirt up, obeying Draco\'s orders in the hopes that he could stop the pain. As soon as she had pulled it up far enough for him to see all the lovely colors spreading across her abdomen, he cursed under his breath. \"Christ Granger, that\'s not just sore ribs. What\'d you get in a bar room brawl at the Leaky Caldron?\"
\"I told you it\'s nothing Malfoy! What\'s with all the questions?\" And so Hermione stormed off, knowing she\'d overreacted, slamming the door to her room