Fanfic
Title: Smiles
Author:
strawberrimelon
Rating: G
Word Count: 1080
Notes/Warning: On a whim. Very spontaneous. Please read! Not the fluffiestthing inthe world. A nice edge to it :D NOT FOR THE DRABBLE CHALLENGE
Dedicated to
sarahyyy for her lovely encouragement! xoxo!!! :*
Summary: Hermione knows a person who no one knows. The real Draco.
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She was walking. Some would say in a trance. Other more ignorant people would comment on her decaying sanity.
But only she knew what she was truly feeling.
Wandering through the dark corridors of Hogwarts on a dark and stormy night as many would put it, she was simply emptying her head. Clearing away all the thoughts that were consuming her very soul and tainting it more and more.
Just like the man she loved.
Hermione Granger knew that Draco Malfoy would only look at her with disdain and passionate loathing, especially when he was with his cronies, Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini, and….
Parkinson.
Hermione hated that pug-faced bitch more than anyone could ever know. If Harry or Ron took a guess, they would say she was mad at Pansy because she was a Slytherin and an all-around pain-in-the-ass. If Parvati or Lavender took a guess, it would be that since Pansy actually applied *cough* caked *cough* on make-up to her face, unlike Hermione, who went for the natural look, some animosity was to be expected.
That is why Hermione told no one of her current predicament. No one would understand, would they?
However, the real reason Hermione Granger loathed Pansy Parkinson was for a far more profound and meaningful reason.
She had guys. Not just Slytherins, but every other non-Gryffindor in Hogwarts, although Hermione could swear she saw Seamus fawning at that slut a few days ago at lunch.
Guys. Hermione was not one to go after any old player, hottie, jock…whatever those sluts called their men. She wanted someone who had her level of intelligence, someone who was caring, someone who… could love.
***flashback***
“…and the properties of moonstone react with the potion so that the slight purple fizzing occurs about 2 minutes into the making and results in the catastrophic burst of the contents.” Draco smirked at the end of his explanation.
“Very good Mr. Malfoy. Excellent wording, might I add.” Replied Professor Snape, with a look of pride, simultaneously adding 10 points to Slytherin’s overflowing vault of emeralds.
Hermione openly gaped. She couldn’t have put the answer better herself. ‘How in the name of bloody Merlin did he learn to talk so…smart?’ Or maybe he talked this way all along and she just never noticed….
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“Please, don’t come near me. I’m fine. So-sorry. I st-stumbled.” The first year was quivering in her shoes, slowly picking up her books, looking down at the castle stone flooring with a deep red blush staining her cheeks.
“No, no. I won’t…hurt you. Let me help, come on.” Draco was slowly looking around, probably hoping the coast was clear so he could…act decent?
He bent down, retrieving the few books that were out of the nervous girl’s reach and handing them back to her with the smallest of smiles. No smirk in it at all.
“Here.”
The girl looked up, stretching out her arm and wrapping her shaky fingers around the binds of the books. “Th-thank you.” With a relieved smile, she turned her back to Draco, who looked on after her, confusion written all over his otherwise blank face.
‘He’s probably confused about the actual decent thing he just did.’ Hermione thought, turning deeper into the little nook she crammed herself in. She saw the whole scenario, from start to finish, still unable to remove the shock from her face.
She sank down to her feet. ‘He has a heart,’ she kept reciting to herself, ‘he has a heart.’
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“I need to leave. I can’t handle this anymore. I can’t, Blaise. But if I back out…He…He’s going to track her. He’ll get her and…kill her. Mother.” A silent tear leaked from Draco’s grey eyes.
“Oi, are you a Slytherin or not? There’s no tears in this dungeon, mate. Go to the Gryffindors if you want. But if you don’t, and you want to have your dear mother at home waiting for you at the end of the year, I suggest you listen to the Dark Lord, Draco. He knows best. Better than you ever will.” With finality, Blaise left, leaving his dear friend in distress and turmoil.
“What do I do?” he murmured to himself. “What did I get myself into?” After a few minutes, Draco hastily stood up from the floor, uttered a spell to hide the trail of water from his eyes, and left the corridor, his face blank, with no emotion to show anymore.
But Hermione saw…she saw all of this. It took all her might to not jump over to Draco and wrap he arms around him, hushing him slowly and whispering encouraging words in his ear. But she couldn’t…it wasn’t meant to be.
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***end flashback***
And this is where Hermione was left. Greedy with hate for the girl who wasn’t even close to perfect for Draco, wasn’t eligible for even the worst type of man.
Hermione wanted Draco, and if Pansy was going to stop her…she would pay the consequences.
Looking around the next morning in class, Hermione saw Draco, leaning against the potions table, with Pansy stuck onto his side. He stared at his housemates with a look of loathing and utter dissatisfaction. Slowly, he lifted his eyes from the scene and looked around the classroom, scanning for anything, anyone who was better than these people he called friends.
And he found her. Her eyes connected with his all the way across the classroom. Hermione’s thoughts of anger escaped in an instance when Draco’s steely eyes pierced into hers, asking for permission to see the slightest bit of sincerity.
And so, she smiled.
She knew Pansy wasn’t much of a smiley-person, so she smiled all the time. She knew Pansy would never know the value of kindness, so kind was what Hermione always was.
Everything Pansy wasn’t, Hermione was. And that is what Hermione’s greediness did to her. It got her the attention of Draco. It got her one step closer to…her love.
Draco let go of Pansy’s waist in a flash and recomposed himself. Still staring into Hermione’s caramel eyes, he walked towards the door of the Potion’s classroom, pausing at the door, sending a wordless message to Hermione, and walked out.
The door shut. No one, not even Pansy noticed his sudden absence. Except Hermione.
She got the message, no matter how small and tentative it was, she got it. And so, she followed him.
That’s when she learned that her zeal took her places…places closer to him.
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