Christmas Challenge 2007 Fics (5/12)
Title: On the Hogwarts' Express
Author: artsy_aura
Rating: K
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 955
Disclaimer: As always, I am not JKR and don't make any money for playing with her creations.
Notes: Nothing I've written so far has been officially beta'd.
Originally posted in December 2007 at dramionedrabble for the Twelve Days of Christmas challenge; day 5 prompt: Holiday.
AU after OotP, HBP&DH are ignored.
Draco was the first to arrive in his compartment on the Hogwarts' Express. He quickly stowed his trunk, after removing some reading and writing materials to keep him busy if the ride got too boring, and settled himself on one of the comfortable benches. After straightening his school robes, so they draped well over his seated form and wouldn't have unsightly ceases when he next stood up, he proudly polished his Head Boy badge one last time, so it would shine to its best advantage when his co-Head finally arrived. Draco was proud of the position he had earned, and all the more so because he had done it all on his own, out of sheer hard work, study and discipline. No one could accuse his father of buying this position for him, especially since the man couldn't buy his way out of Azkaban. With a satisfied smile on his face, he settled back to wait.
He hadn't been waiting very long when the compartment doors slid open again. “Draco Malfoy!” came a cheerful, feminine voice, “I should have known it would be you to make Head. Congratulations.” He could practically feel the smile that lit up Granger's face as she walked in with her satchel, dragging her trunk and pet carrier behind her.
Though they had been on relatively civil terms for the last year (meaning he didn't instigate fights with her or her friends, even if he gave as good as he got once they started, and she had been the only one to notice this change in his behavior) she had never before graced him with such a smile. It took him by surprise, and so his response was a less-than-eloquent “Yeah, thanks. You too.”
Granger flashed him another smile and murmured “thanks” before slipping the satchel onto the bench facing his, and bending to undo the straps holding the carrier to her trunk. She followed this move by stretching to her full height (as she had never gained so much as an inch stature after her fifth year) and reached up to easily place her, obviously magically lightened, trunk next to his. Then she bent again to lift the carrier onto the end of her bench opposite her bag, and promptly sitting beside it, still wearing that distracting smile. As she made these maneuvers, Draco was given a very good view of the flex and stretch of her ensemble. Granger was wearing a loose-fitting pair of denims and a t-shirt that complimented her skin tone. Although, it wasn't the most revealing thing he'd ever seen on a witch, or even this witch, as there had been a few times where he had seen her in her uniform without the outer robes, he was given a whole new appreciation of just how grown-up Miss Hermione Granger really was.
Granger's wildly curling hair has been half-heartedly tamed in a loose braid that began at the nape of her neck and only continued about half the mass' length, so she had a tail of curls that ran down most of her lower back. The braid swung in a pendulum-like motion with each move she made. It was mesmerizing to watch.
Before his staring could go on long enough to become embarrassing, Granger broke him out of it by speaking again. “I've been thinking, since we'll be working closely together this year, it might be a bit tedious to keep up the formalities.” She paused, biting her lip nervously, “So, if it's alright with you, I think we should call each other by our first names. What do you think... Draco?”
Any reply he could have made, however had been shunted aside by the pure elation that filled his mind at having heard her lips pronounce his given name. She was looking at him now, a little hesitancy in her smile that hadn't been there earlier, and he didn't like that at all. “That,” he began slowly, and though he had put a lot of thought into his answer, “sounds like a good idea, Hermione.” He paused, savoring the way the syllables slipped off his tongue. “Things will be much friendlier that way.” Draco concluded, giving her his most charming smile.
Hermione smiled brilliantly in return, and then parted those lovely pink lips of hers to say...
“Mr. Malfoy!” Professor McGonagall's voice cracked like a whip across the small compartment, causing Draco's eyes to come back into focus as he gave a small start of surprise. “Have you been listening to a word I've been telling you?”
Giving his head a quick shake to clear the remainders of his daydream, he gave the old woman a sheepish smile as he answered in a respectful tone. “I'm sorry Professor, but it seems that my brain still wishes to be on holiday.” Quickly picking up his self-inking quill and parchment, he prepared again to take notes. “You were saying?”
Pursing her lips at the boy's lack of attention, but pleased with his quick recovery and non-combative attitude, McGonagall said no more about his lapse and simply continued instructing the new Heads in their duties.
Hermione watched this small display from where she sat on the opposite bench facing Malfoy, with her note-taking materials sitting on the lap of her freshly pressed school uniform. Her Head Girl badge caught the light from where it was pinned, on the left front side of her fully buttoned-up robes, as she shifted slightly in her seat. The movement catching his eye, Draco glanced up, the smile not leaving his face as he did so. Hermione just gave him an odd look, and bent her head to resume her notes.
~end
Author: artsy_aura
Rating: K
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 955
Disclaimer: As always, I am not JKR and don't make any money for playing with her creations.
Notes: Nothing I've written so far has been officially beta'd.
Originally posted in December 2007 at dramionedrabble for the Twelve Days of Christmas challenge; day 5 prompt: Holiday.
AU after OotP, HBP&DH are ignored.
Draco was the first to arrive in his compartment on the Hogwarts' Express. He quickly stowed his trunk, after removing some reading and writing materials to keep him busy if the ride got too boring, and settled himself on one of the comfortable benches. After straightening his school robes, so they draped well over his seated form and wouldn't have unsightly ceases when he next stood up, he proudly polished his Head Boy badge one last time, so it would shine to its best advantage when his co-Head finally arrived. Draco was proud of the position he had earned, and all the more so because he had done it all on his own, out of sheer hard work, study and discipline. No one could accuse his father of buying this position for him, especially since the man couldn't buy his way out of Azkaban. With a satisfied smile on his face, he settled back to wait.
He hadn't been waiting very long when the compartment doors slid open again. “Draco Malfoy!” came a cheerful, feminine voice, “I should have known it would be you to make Head. Congratulations.” He could practically feel the smile that lit up Granger's face as she walked in with her satchel, dragging her trunk and pet carrier behind her.
Though they had been on relatively civil terms for the last year (meaning he didn't instigate fights with her or her friends, even if he gave as good as he got once they started, and she had been the only one to notice this change in his behavior) she had never before graced him with such a smile. It took him by surprise, and so his response was a less-than-eloquent “Yeah, thanks. You too.”
Granger flashed him another smile and murmured “thanks” before slipping the satchel onto the bench facing his, and bending to undo the straps holding the carrier to her trunk. She followed this move by stretching to her full height (as she had never gained so much as an inch stature after her fifth year) and reached up to easily place her, obviously magically lightened, trunk next to his. Then she bent again to lift the carrier onto the end of her bench opposite her bag, and promptly sitting beside it, still wearing that distracting smile. As she made these maneuvers, Draco was given a very good view of the flex and stretch of her ensemble. Granger was wearing a loose-fitting pair of denims and a t-shirt that complimented her skin tone. Although, it wasn't the most revealing thing he'd ever seen on a witch, or even this witch, as there had been a few times where he had seen her in her uniform without the outer robes, he was given a whole new appreciation of just how grown-up Miss Hermione Granger really was.
Granger's wildly curling hair has been half-heartedly tamed in a loose braid that began at the nape of her neck and only continued about half the mass' length, so she had a tail of curls that ran down most of her lower back. The braid swung in a pendulum-like motion with each move she made. It was mesmerizing to watch.
Before his staring could go on long enough to become embarrassing, Granger broke him out of it by speaking again. “I've been thinking, since we'll be working closely together this year, it might be a bit tedious to keep up the formalities.” She paused, biting her lip nervously, “So, if it's alright with you, I think we should call each other by our first names. What do you think... Draco?”
Any reply he could have made, however had been shunted aside by the pure elation that filled his mind at having heard her lips pronounce his given name. She was looking at him now, a little hesitancy in her smile that hadn't been there earlier, and he didn't like that at all. “That,” he began slowly, and though he had put a lot of thought into his answer, “sounds like a good idea, Hermione.” He paused, savoring the way the syllables slipped off his tongue. “Things will be much friendlier that way.” Draco concluded, giving her his most charming smile.
Hermione smiled brilliantly in return, and then parted those lovely pink lips of hers to say...
“Mr. Malfoy!” Professor McGonagall's voice cracked like a whip across the small compartment, causing Draco's eyes to come back into focus as he gave a small start of surprise. “Have you been listening to a word I've been telling you?”
Giving his head a quick shake to clear the remainders of his daydream, he gave the old woman a sheepish smile as he answered in a respectful tone. “I'm sorry Professor, but it seems that my brain still wishes to be on holiday.” Quickly picking up his self-inking quill and parchment, he prepared again to take notes. “You were saying?”
Pursing her lips at the boy's lack of attention, but pleased with his quick recovery and non-combative attitude, McGonagall said no more about his lapse and simply continued instructing the new Heads in their duties.
Hermione watched this small display from where she sat on the opposite bench facing Malfoy, with her note-taking materials sitting on the lap of her freshly pressed school uniform. Her Head Girl badge caught the light from where it was pinned, on the left front side of her fully buttoned-up robes, as she shifted slightly in her seat. The movement catching his eye, Draco glanced up, the smile not leaving his face as he did so. Hermione just gave him an odd look, and bent her head to resume her notes.
~end