Slytherin One Shots

Dramione

Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger had never seen eye to eye. Their rivalry dated back to their first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and had only grown more intense as the years went by. Yet, fate had a peculiar way of bringing people together, even if they happened to be sworn enemies.

It was a sunny summer day at Hogwarts, and the black lake looked particularly inviting with its shimmering waters and lush green surroundings. Hermione had suggested a picnic by the lake as a break from their studies, much to her friends' amusement. Draco, ever the skeptical one, had scoffed at the idea initially, but somehow, he found himself agreeing to it, probably out of sheer curiosity.

The chosen day arrived, and the pair met at a concealed spot near the Great Hall, away from curious onlookers and their respective friend groups. Hermione had brought a delightful assortment of sandwiches, pastries, and a bottle of butterbeer. Draco raised an eyebrow at the sight of the butterbeer, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Slowly, they made their way down to the hidden shore of the black lake. The usually bustling place was eerily quiet, as most students were either in class or enjoying their free time in other parts of the castle. The tranquility of the lake gave Hermione a sense of peace, and for a moment, the worries of their tumultuous past seemed to fade away.

They began setting up their picnic, laying out a blanket and unpacking the food. Just as Hermione was about to take a bite of a scrumptious-looking sandwich, she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching. She looked at Draco, brushing the grass off his robe with an air of nonchalance.

"That sounds like Harry and Ron," Hermione whispered, her voice laced with concern.

Draco's eyes widened slightly, and he scanned the surrounding area. "You're right," he murmured. "Quick, let's hide."

Without wasting another moment, Draco and Hermione hurried behind a cluster of ancient trees, their laughter barely contained. They peeked out cautiously, observing their friends as they neared the picnic spot. Harry and Ron seemed oblivious to the fact that their companions had vanished into thin air.

"What do you think they're up to, Harry?" Ron asked, scratching his head in confusion.

"I have no idea," Harry replied, scanning the vicinity. "But I wouldn't put anything past them. They're always coming up with something and sneaking off with each other during the day."

Little did they know, Draco and Hermione were barely holding back their laughter. The irony of their predicament was not lost on either of them. They had spent years exchanging insults and engaging in tense confrontations, and now they found themselves hiding together, sharing this secret moment.

As Harry and Ron moved closer, the duo pressed themselves against the trees, barely making a sound. Every rustle of the wind or snap of twigs beneath their friends' shoes sent a wave of excitement through them. Would they be caught? Would their secret be revealed? It was exhilarating, and the tension made them feel more alive than ever before.

The seconds ticked by like minutes, and just as Harry and Ron were about to step onto the shore, Draco's foot slipped on a mossy patch, causing him to yelp and stumble back, knocking over a small stack of rocks.

The noise caught Harry's attention immediately. "What was that?" he said, his voice laced with suspicion.

Hermione's heart raced; her face flushed with anticipation. Yet, strangely enough, Draco's eyes twinkled with mischief as he turned to her. Without a word, they both darted out from their hiding place, startling Harry and Ron so much that they jumped back in surprise.

Draco burst into laughter, clutching his stomach as Hermione joined in, the musical sound of it echoing around the lake. Harry and Ron stared at them, exchanging bewildered glances before succumbing to laughter themselves.

"What on earth are you two doing?" Ron managed to ask between chuckles.

"We were just trying to enjoy a peaceful picnic by the black lake!" Hermione replied, wiping away tears of mirth from her eyes.

"A peaceful picnic, huh? Seems like quite the adventure to me," Harry chuckled.

Draco smirked, his signature arrogance returning. "Well, Granger did say she wanted to spice up our friendship a little."

Hermione rolled her eyes playfully, but there was a sparkle of amusement in her gaze. "Oh, trust me, Malfoy, you certainly know how to add a dash of excitement."

As the laughter subsided, they settled down near the black lake, their animosity fading away with each passing moment. The picnic that had begun under the veil of secrecy had unintentionally forged an unexpected bond between Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger.

From that day forward, their rivalry became tinged with a hint of camaraderie. And although they continued to butt heads on occasion, the memory of their shared laughter near the black lake became a reminder that, sometimes, the most unexpected friendships can bloom from the unlikeliest of beginnings.