Purely Mudblood (Dramione FanFic)

Flirting with a Gryffindor

After the Battle of Hogwarts, the prefects' headquarters had been completely rebuilt. Really, everything had. The place was completely trashed.

The room was an enormous pentagon, each side about twice the length of the Knight Bus, and the ceiling about as tall as the magical doubledecker. Each wall was painted a color of a Hogwarts house-- blue, green, yellow, and red-- with the banner declaring the names and ornate paintings of each their animals and other important symbols of the house. The final wall, the one where the looming oak door stood proudly, held the Hogwarts crest, it's backdrop a modest mahogany color.

Hermione admired the Gryffindor wall. The red was deep, dark, and rather majestic really. The huge golden banner proudly proclaimed in maroon print, "GRYFFINDOR." Underneath that, in slightly smaller, cursive writing, it said, "Loyalty and Bravery." Hermione examined the symbols painted and the wall and smiled, having personal memories of almost all of them. Paintings of lions sat in each corner, all at attention with swollen chests puffed out and long, flowing manes framing their golden, proud faces. Also depicted on the wall was a portrait of the sword which belonged to Godric Gryffindor himself. It stood tall with its painted ruby hilt and long, sharp blade. Hermione shivered slightly at the thought of being cut by such a thing. Goblin crafted and imbued with basilisk venom, the thing was practically the scariest thing Hermione has ever seen. A wound from such a macabre bilbo would not only be excruciatingly painful but also deadly.

Around the banner also stood-- Hermione paused, for even thinking the name still paralyzed her to the core-- Lord Voldemort's horcruxes; a locket, a diary, a ring, et cetera. Upon examining each, Hermione thought of a brief anecdote she had of the ones she had helped Harry destroy. She could clearly remember finding the locket, which was stolen by Mundungus Fletcher, the filthiest, lowest, most disgusting wizard Hermione could even think of. She also recalled the locket. Oh, the locket. It had brought so much heartbreak in the group and had even driven Ron away from Harry and Hermione for some time. There were so many memories locked inside an ancient trinket.

Draco entered the prefect's headquarters. He didn't spend much time dwelling on its magnificence and beauty, though, because something much more amazing stood, in conversation with an odd Ravenclaw girl, practically pulling Draco's eyes from any other sight in the room.

Hermione Granger was without a doubt the most beautiful girl he's every seen. Even when they were younger, and she donned bucked teeth and frizzy hair, she was still so perfect.

Now they were grown, and everyday Hermione got even more gorgeous, even though that had seemed impossible only the day before. Her hair was puffy, but in a cute, sort of geeky way. Her buck teeth had been rearranged years ago by her muggle parents-- what was their title? Densists? Dentnists? Whatever they were, they had made her teeth as perfect as the rest of her. She was of medium height, a few inches shorter than Draco himself. Her face was smooth and pale, with rosy cheeks like she had been out in the snow for a short amount of time. Her eyes were light brown, identical to the shade of her hair. After the battle, she had gotten a scar above to her right eyebrow. It extended down to her cheekbone. Draco remembered it being a bit grotesque, bleeding buckets, but most people hadn't noticed it with all the worse injuries occurring left and right.

The scar had faded, but it was still sunken into her flesh and visible. It didn't look bad on her, though. Draco actually thought it had made her even prettier.

Hermione was in a deep discussion with Luna Lovegood. Luna was very pretty, with bleach blonde hair and big, beautiful eyes, but most people didn't like her because she was a bit... off.

She was currently engaging Hermione in a conversation about gnomes. Hermione had stopped focusing quite some time ago, but if she had heard correctly, Luna had mentioned something about their saliva.

Hermione had been a bit drowsy, not quite paying any attention to her surroundings. But she had immediately became alert when she noticed who was strolling towards her.

Malfoy.

Hermione tried to ignore him, but all of a sudden Malfoy was right next to her, smiling sheepishly. He tried to speak but his voice shook. "Hullo, Hermione."

Hermione revolved slowly, facing Malfoy. She clenched her jaw and crossed her arms. She was in no mood to speak with this dirty, treacherous, evil, macabre, malicious, unsocialable--

"Well, this is odd. I'll be going." Luna dreamily wandered off, swaying slightly as she walked.

Hermione paused for a second, then turned back to the dreadful Slytherin before her. "What, Malfoy?" she spat.

Draco looked confused for a moment, then awkwardlly said, "I, er, just wanted to, er," he paused, taking a deep breath. "I wanted to... tell you that you look pretty today."

Hermione was shocked. Her jaw dropped, her mouth agape. Did Malfoy just...?

She was searching for the proper response, not sure whether he was being genuine or not, but before Hermione could answer, some Slytherin girl whooped with delight.

"Everyone!" she announced. "Draco Malfoy is flirting! With a Gryffindor!!!!!!"

Malfoy's cheeks burned red like the Gryffindor wall. He turned on heel and quickly left the room, leaving Hermione with nothing but confusion and the sound of snickering Slytherins.