Purely Mudblood (Dramione FanFic)

Watch Where You're Going Granger

It took Hermione the whole of two minutes to dismiss herself from dinner that evening.

Malfoy... She still wasn't sure about him, but she had a suspicion that he only wanted to use her, to manipulate her as his father did to so many, as You-Know-Who always did.

The moment she sat down, Ron averted his gaze. He's done that so much lately; Hermione knew he still had feelings for her. Ron's appetite, however, wasn't nearly as shy as his eyes, and he continued to mow through his plate of some sort of steaming meat, along with a platter of rich deserts and a glass of sparkling pumpkin juice.

"Hermione," Harry exclaimed. "Where've you been? We haven't seen you all day!"

"I've been... About. I was running all over the school." Her response was extremely vague, but Harry seemed not to mind and returned to his dinner.

"Aw 'a omin' oo a widdish 'ash?" Ron asked around a mouthful of food. Hermione gave him her classic swallow-before-you-speak look, the one she must give him at least four times a day, and his cheeks turned the reddish color of his hair. He looked away, swallowed hard, and repeated, "Are you coming to the Quidditch match?"

"Tomorrow?"

"The very one," Harry responded.

"Sure."

"You seem unsure." That was Harry again. He looked at her hard. "Are you feeling well? You don't seem yourself."

"Just..." Hermione needed to think of something fast. "Not hungry. I'm going to the common room. See you."

She dashed off.

Draco wasn't hungry, but he figured he could still go to the Great Hall. The hallway was empty and excruciatingly quiet. He hummed to himself, a lighthearted, off-beat tune that he couldn't remember where he'd heard it. It was sweet though, and cheerful, so he continued to hum it until he didn't know what came next and just started again from the beginning. Up ahead was a right turn that he had to make, and that would lead him straight to the Great Hall. He could already smell the savory meals and succulent desserts that were prepared there everyday. He felt like he'd put on an extra ton since he's been back, but he lost a substantial amount of weight in the period of time he was working for the Dark Lord. Now, with the help of the amazing Hogwarts meals, Draco's ribs no longer jutted out and his stomach was starting to build up a thin layer of fat. That made him feel better. He had finally reach the turn in the corridor. As he walked around it, he hit something.

The turn in the corridor loomed in front of Hermione. After that, she'd only have two more corridors and then she'd be at the Fat Lady'a portrait, the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. She longed for her big four post bed, the section of wall beside it covered in Daily Prophet clippings of Harry and Ron and herself, defeating You-Know-Who. Hermione couldn't wait to pull on her nightclothes and sleep. Her bed was so comfortable, with perfectly fluffed pillows and the softest sheets. She daydreamed of her four post bed as she finally reached the turn in the corridor. As she walked around it, she hit something.

The something Draco had hit was female, her head level with his chin. She was warm and smelled sweet. She had long, thick hair that was frizzy, but very soft and groomed. Draco could feel the girl begin to fall backwards, so he instinctively grabbed her waist, which was curvy but not wide.

The something Hermione had hit was male, and very tall. Her face was against his chest, which was well muscled and strong. He smelled of cologne, a very nice kind, that wasn't too strong or overbearing. She began to lose her balance, but the stranger grabbed her, strong, steady hands catching her.

"Sorry," they muttered in unison. Finally, Hermione looked up and Draco looked down, eyes meeting in the middle.

"Malfoy?" Hermione asked incredulously. Her cheeks blushed a rosy color. Draco flushed as well.

"Granger." Normally he said it with malice, disgust, but he spoke evenly, as if he bumped into an old friend, not a long time enemy.

The two didn't release each other. Hermione's hands had come to rest on Malfoy's chest, and Draco continued to hold Hermione gently but sturdily.

"What exactly are you two doing?" McGonagall's strong voice interrupted, as the pair hurriedly broke apart.

"Er, uh, nothing!" Hermione squeaked.

"Watch where you're going, Granger!"

"It was your fault!"

They both huffed and walked away.

Hermione didn't understand boys sometimes.