Dramione Fanfic

Chapter one

I was fuming. I was furious. Furious at my father for being such a controlling dimwit. I was furious at Potter for being such a popular pratt. I was angry at Wesley for his stupid prejudices about me and my family. But I was mostly angry with Hermione Granger for being the beautiful, dorky mudblood that she was.
I stomped away from Hagrid's house. The little threesom was chatting away with Hagrid and had been since nine thirty. It was now twelve sixteen and I was tired of listening to them chat about dragons and apparition. Potter and Weasley were constantly spouting off incorrect facts and it was getting on my nerves.
But Granger, she knew the answer to everything. Thats the only reason I didn't leave an hour ago. Her intelligence was superior even to mine. But the male voices were giving me a headache and I needed to send a message to my father to tell him about the new teacher that was a complete idiot. Surely my father could get him fired.
I jogged up the steps to the front doors, eager to get out of the rain, when I heard his voice behind me. I froze and turned around.
"Yeah, you heard me, snake!" Ronald yelled out to me, "We saw you watching us, Draco, you spy! We know you followed us. You are not as sneaky as you think." He laughed and Potter snickered. Hermione just crossed her arms and looked down.
Ronald was a moderately attractive bloke but his brain was the size of a pea. I really dont know why she hangs around those idiots, Oh yeah, they're brave and courageous, they are the good guys and I am the bad guy. They are Gryffindor and I am Slytherin. And we hate eachother. If only the Sorting Hat had said Slytherin. She would have made a great Slytherin. Or maybe if we had both been put in Ravenclaw.
But at the age of eleven I wanted slytherin so bad. I was so proud to tell my dad. And when Granger got Gryffindor I smirked, 'of course, another loser, off to join a losing house.' But in our third year I found that there was something wrong with me. I didn't hate her. What? After everything my father had taught me, I didn't hate her. A gryffindor! A Mudblood! I ignored it. I didn't tell my dad, of course.
In fourth year I liked her. I mean I hated her...less. I found myself marveling at her intelligence. Her brain was like a bottomless pit of knowledge. I had some of my classes with her and the whole time I just looked at her. My grades were falling because of my lack of attention to the teachers but my dad helped me out and the school raised my grades.
I was now in my sixth year, I had just turned sixteen and I was in love with hermione granger. No I wasnt. Yes I was. I dont know. I hated everyone. But not her. I looked into the history. Her history. My family's history. The founders of Hogwarts' history. I tried to figure out why Gryffindor and Slytherin hated each other. Why did my father hate Mudbloods? In a way, werent they better than us? We were just born into it. But Mudbloods were chosen, or something. I thought a lot about that. She was the chosen one. Not Potter.
I snapped out of my thoughts because Potter was talking now,
"What's wrong, Malfoy? Scared speechless?" He taunted me.
"Shut up, pratts. You dont know what I was doing!" I spat at them. trying to get them off my trail. "You better get out of here before you get caught." I glared my most menacing glare.
They just smirked and rolled their eyes. I turned and walked quickly through the doors and turned towards my dorm. I heard them come inside and slam the castle doors. I marched up some steps wishing that I had a private room. I was deep in my fantasies of turning my father over to the Ministry when McGonagall suddenly appeared in front of me, arms crossed. I stopped dead. 'Shit' was all I could think.

McGonagall led me to her office. Potter, Weasley and Granger were already sitting grumpily in their chairs. Professor snape stood behind the desk. Angrily. I slouched into the fourth chair, next to Hermione. I tried to look at her but she flashed me a glare of ferociousness and 'i'm going to kill you later'. I just smirked, trying to remain indifferent.
"We both know that you four were out after hours. Why?" Snape demanded, his dull voice set my teeth on edge.
"I-" I was going to list of some excuse but McGonagall cut me off.
"It doesnt matter. Four hours of detention is the standard punishment for this. I will leave it at that. Come here after all your classes to serve your time." As if on cue, Hagrid burst through the door and yelled, "They didn't do it!" He was breathing hard as he turned and shut the door behind him. He stood there panting as Snape and McGonagall studied him.
"Didn't do what?" McGonagall asked him, raising her eyebrows.
"I...uh...mean...I mean it wasn't their fault. I...uh...kept them out late to...um...talk about a special homework assignment." He finished clumsily and winked at Potter.
"You talked about an assignment until twelve thirty" She raised her eyebrows again.
"Yep. Harry, Ron, and Hermione ain't done nothin' wrong."
"And what about Draco, here?" Once again, her eyebrows shot up. Hagrid looked at me as if he hadn't noticed me before. Which was probably true, his brain worked so slowly.
"I..I don't know. I didn't see him." Hagrid stuttered, confused. I sighed.
"I see. Well, you three may go. You too Hagrid. They all rushed to leave. I kept a placid simper on my face and said, "I assume I will still have detention. Tomorrow. Here. After classes." I was ready to get out of here. and so was professor Snape.
"Yes. Go." I jumped out of my seat and bounded to the dormitories. I wasn't tired so I read a book about the history of Hogwarts. I was still researching the meaning of this feud. So far the only useful thing was that two of the founders got in a fight. I soon moved in to a book about Mudbloods.
When the sun rose a few hours later I stretched and walked dining hall that was still empty. Aparently normal kids don't eat at the crack of dawn. I took an apple off the table and went outside. It was cold and I was just wearing jeans and the school uniform shirt.
I walked over to the lake and sat down under a tree. It was a calm, foggy day and the giant squid was angry. So was the Whomping Willow. Everything seemed to be moving around me. There were birds flying and leaves fluttering. Mosquitoes were buzzing in the grass. A chipmunk scampered around in front of me. I watched it run and twirl for a minute before throwing my apple at it and frightening it away. What did it have to be so happy about?
I scowled then pushed my hands into my face. Everytime I closed my eyes I thought of her and how she hated me. I had to keep my mind busy, away from her. I decided to make up stories in my head. I thought up a murder mystery tale but it got boring and my mind wandered to Hermione. I ended up thinking about stories of her...and sometimes me. But I mostly thought of her in different situations. She was fighting a dragon. She was riding a dragon. She was a mermaid fighting a krakan. Riding a dolphin. She was a lonely girl, sitting beside a lake surrounded by fog.
I could see her on the sand. Her knees were pulled up to her chin and her arms were around her legs. She was looking silently at the giant squid. What was she doing?