Purely Mudblood (Dramione FanFic)

The Remembrall

Hermione sat down at the lunch table the next day to suspicious glares (from Harry) and pained stares (from Ron). The two looked her up and down, as if they were debating whether or not to allow her to sit with them. She sat anyway.

"Where've you been, Hermione?" Harry asked, breaking the silence amongst the trio.

Hermione mentally debated how she should answer the question. She wanted to tell them, she really did. But they wouldn't quite understand. They'd judge her. She stared at Harry, who cautiously took a bite of his meal, never once breaking eye contact with Hermione. It was Ron who finally spoke.

"Y'know, if you're seeing Malfoy, you can tell us."

Hermione paused, wondering how to respond to this. Until she could bear it no longer, she blurted out one syllable.

She practically screamed, "YES!"

Finally gaining her composure, she looked at Ron and Harry, who seemed unsurprised. She blushed at her behavior. 

"So... well... why Malfoy?" Harry asked uncomfortably.

"Er..." Hermione had to pause at this one. Why Malfoy? Why? There were hundreds of students at Hogwarts, and that's only after the defeat of the Dark Lord. In their sixth year, there'd been thousands of students in their year alone.

Hermione thought to herself, why Draco? What had changed in her from last year, last month even, when she could hardly look at Draco without being tempted to punch him right in his nose.

But then he started acting... kindly. Hermione realized that she hadn't changed at all; Draco had.

That and the fact that he was basically her knight in shining armor from all the fairy tales with sparkling blue eyes and amazingly bright blonde hair and a dazzling smile and a smooth deep voice and a great kisser who's lips were insanely soft and well, yeah.

"He's... he's not the same as before Harry. Trust me."

"Well we all knew you'd never date someone who still supports ol' Voldy, right?" Ron said lightly. But when Hermione looked at him, he looked ready to cry, or kick something, or both. Hermione instantly felt guilty.

"I believe you, Hermione." Harry smiled warmly at Hermione, at she suddenly felt better. A comfortable warmness spread in her chest, and Hermione started to load her plate with delicacies.

After the defeat of the Dark Lord, almost all Slytherin students had left Hogwarts. There were only fifty  students left in the house, none of which were in Draco's year. There was, however, a bouncing first year named Chamomile Amitie. She had taken a fondness to Draco since the day she was sorted, claiming he was "handsome" and "was her new best friend." Draco had taken to cally her Cammie. She looked like a Cammie. She had chin length brown hair with bangs, and light brown eyes. She was missing her front two teeth because of accident with a centaur and the tooth next to the gap had a chip. She also had a spattering of freckles on the bridge of her nose, but none on her cheeks. 

Cammie immediately came to sit next to Draco at lunch. "Hi Draco!" she giggled. Her school uniform were hand-me-downs from her big sister, who graduated Hogwarts three years ago, and were a size too big. The sleeves came down to her knuckles, but today she had them rolled up to her elbows. Her skirt was past her knees, but she had it rolled at the waistband so that it came to rest at a comfortable length. She came from an all-magical family, but they were still very poor, much like the Weasleys. Draco began to wonder why Father didn't like the Weasleys, for they seemed to be kind, caring people.

"Hi Cammie," Draco replied, laughing at her toothless grin. "How are you, sweetie?"

"Fabulous!" Cammie exclaimed with both her arms extended above her head. "My dad sent me something!"

"What?" Draco asked, excited for her. From a bag that sat on one of her shoulders and wrapped around her body, she removed a Remebrall. She grinned her signature grin. "Dad said it belonged to my grandfather!" She bounced up and down in her seat as Draco exclaimed that it was a cool gift, although it made him feel very guilty.

"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to collect-- how about-- up a tree?" Draco winced, remembering his first year, in which he stole Neville Longbottom's Remembrall, which was then retrieved by Potter. Now that Malfoy thought about it, why'd he hate Harry as well?

Draco guiltily glanced at Potter's table, only to be distracted by Hermione. She didn't notice him staring at her. A drowsy smile came to Draco's face.

But Cammie pulled him away from his reverie by asking, "How's your girlfriend?"

Draco nearly jumped out of his seat. "Shh! Quiet Cammie! Someone could hear you!"

"Sorry! Sorry!" She looked about ready to cry, but snapped out of it in an instant. Instead, she whispered, "How's your girlfriend."

Draco grinned and replied in a hushed voice, "She's fantastic."

Cammie turned in an extremely obvious fashion and stared at Hermione and whispered loudly, "Your girlfriend is pretty."

"I know." Draco's whisper was just as loud as Cammie's.

"I wish I was as pretty as her."

At this, Draco sat up straight and grabbed Cammie in a big bear hug. "Chamomile Amitie," he declared, "you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

She turned in Draco's embrace and grinned brightly. "You really think so?"

"I know so!"

Cammie hugged him back. For a girl who probably only weighed ninety pounds, she had a hug that could beat a python's. "ILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOU!" she yelled.

Draco laughed, scooping Cammie up onto his lap. "I love you too, sweetie."