Total Eclipse

Before anyone mentions it, no Hermione is not the Head Girl at any point in this fic. It might be highly unlikely, but it's my story and I'll play with the characters however I want.

Sorry about the long delay...writer's block is a bitch.And I apologize for any mispelled words. I've been up exactly 37 hours and 42 minutes right now and I'm not particularly worried about spelling. Meh.

Insert standard 'I-own-none-of-this-and-no-copyright-infringement-is-intended' disclaimer here.


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Draco leaned his head back tiredly at the sound of Hermione's door slamming closed. If the last five minutes was any indication of what his life was going to be like for the next year, he needed to go see Poppy about a year's supply of headache potion. Reaching up, he rubbed one hand tiredly across his quicksilver eyes. Would he never be rid of her? She'd haunted his dreams for the last five years...well, more like eight, if you wanted to be truthful. Ever since he'd seen her walk down those stairs at the Yule Ball in 4th year, her blue robes molding to her developing figure, Draco Malfoy had wanted Hermione Granger.

Closing his eyes, Draco allowed his mind to wander back, remembering the way things had been seventh year just before the war.


~*~Flashback~*~


She was just finishing up her rounds on the fifth floor when she heard the faint woosh of robes behind her. Hermione whirled around, her wand at the ready...and came face to face with a smirking Draco Malfoy.

"Well, well...what do we have here? The Princess of Gryffindor out all by herself?" The smirk never left the Slytherin's face as he walked slowly in a circle around the bushy-haired girl. "Tell me Granger, where are your sidekicks, Scarhead and Weasel?"

Gritting her teeth, Hermione's wand never lowered. "Harry and Ron aren't prefects, Ferret." Giving a toss of her wild mane she waited until Malfoy had come full circle around her and glared into his odd silver eyes. "The better question is what are you doing out? You know perfectly well that Ernie and I were assigned tonight's patrol." Hermione wanted to grit her teeth at the infuriating smirk that never seemed to leave the ferret's face; what she wouldn't give to be the one to wipe it off for him.

Crossing his arms, Draco leaned lazily against the wall, ignoring the wand still pointed at his heart. "Ah yes. And just where is Mr. MacMillan anyway? Couldn't stand to be in the presence of such filth?" Almost before the words were out of his mouth, Hermione's wand was digging into the flesh beneath his chin.

"Not that it's any business of yours, Malfoy but he is most likely in the hospital ward," she mirrored his infamous smirk. "And if you'd like the same treatment that he got, then by all means continue with your current train of thought."

Draco's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Exactly what do you mean by 'the same treatment he got', Granger?"

Hermione huffed and finally lowered her wand, although not putting it away entirely. She stood twirling the wood between her fingers, suddenly unable to look the platinum haired prat in the eye. "Ernie got a little...touchy-feely when we went to patrol the library." Her face was quickly turning a shade that rivaled a Weasley's hair color. "And, well..." She was cut off by a short bark of laughter.

"So you finally found someone who gets off on being around books as much as you, huh?" Although the words were said in an almost teasing manner, if she had looked close enough Hermione would have seen the barely suppressed fury raging in the boy's eyes. "What's the matter, weren't you in the mood?"

To her horror, Hermione felt the sharp sting of tears prick the back of her eyes. Forcing herself to swallow, she looked at Draco trying to hide the fear that was still evident in her face. "I suppose you could say that. Then again, anyone who is about to be raped would probably not be 'in the mood'," she said quietly.

The next thing she knew, she was being grabbed tightly, but gently by the arms. "MacMillan tried to-to- he was goi--he wanted to what?!?!" She looked up and immediately wished she hadn't. She'd never been this close to Malfoy before. She could see the slivers of molten silver that made their way through his grey eyes and feel his warm breath on her lips. Shaking her head slightly, she tried to clear the thoughts that had invaded her mind. This was Malfoy for Merlin's sake! The boy who had taunted her and her friends for their duration at Hogwarts. Her best friend's arch nemesis. The rumored 'Sex God of Slytherin'...no! She could not -- WOULD not think of him that way! She gave a wry chuckle, trying to distance herself from the Slytherin prefect.

"Please...as if you give a flying blast-ended skrewt's left nut about what happened." To say Hermione was startled in the next instant was the understatment of the week. Almost before all the words had left her mouth, Draco was yanking her against his chest, releasing one of her arms to gently tilt her chin up to look into her eyes.

"Maybe I care more than you know, Granger."

And then soft, warm, moist lips enveloped hers, pressing gently to urge her to open her mouth and allow the kiss. Just as Hermione was about to reciprocate, footsteps could be heard coming down the hall. They broke apart just as Professor Flitwick rounded the corner.

"Miss Granger, the portraits in the library have explained everything that happend with Mr. MacMillan tonight, but in order to alert the authorities, we need you to give a statement." The little man's eyes flicked momentarily over Malfoy and dismissed him just as quickly. Apparently he didn't think the pureblood wizard a threat.

"Alright, Professor," Hermione said quietly and made to follow her charms teacher. She was stopped by a gentle hand on her arm. She looked up into the serious eyes of Draco Malfoy.

"I care more than you know." He let go and stuffed his hands in his pockets and quickly turned and started for the dungeons. Hermione hurried to catch up with Flitwick, her mind still going over what had just happend.

Three days later, it was announced at an Order of the Phoenix meeting that Draco Malfoy was their newest spy against the Dark Lord.

Hermione sat up not realizing she had dozed off while unpacking one of her trunks. Her dream was one that she hadn't had in a while, about the encounter with Ernie and what happened between her and Draco in the hallway. Rubbing her eyes tiredly, she groaned and collapsed back on the bed. If every night was going to be a different memory of him, this was going to prove to be a very long year, indeed.

She heard the faint sound of a door closing and realized that Draco must have just gone to bed. Slipping out of her bed, she shuffled to the bathroom and quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face before pulling on an old Chudley Cannons t-shirt she'd snatched from Ron. Shoving everything off her bed onto the floor, Hermione crawled under the covers, too tired to even appreciate the softness of the 1000 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets. Her last thought was of Malfoy as she slipped into a, thankfully, dreamless sleep.

Across the way, Malfoy had just fallen asleep and the memory he had conjured earlier was replaying in his dreams...