Purely Mudblood (Dramione FanFic)

'Pureblood Dates a Mudblood'

Cammie woke up in a dark place. It smelled of blood and decay. She tried to sit up, but her head began to throb, so she laid back down, Along the way, she hit something squishy and damp and-- was that a body? Cammie's eyes slowly began to adjust, but even then she couldn't tell what she had knocked into. 

Cammie tried to look around. She was clearly in a dungeon, It was dark, but the place seemed old, as if it were once a classroom but had long been abandoned. All she could remember was the destroyed common room, and then what? She could barely grasp a wisp of a memory: being carried through the corridors, but at an usually fast speed. The pace of someone running, perhaps, but the ride was smooth and not bouncy enough to be carried by a sprinting body. 

Cammie tried to gather her thoughts, but her head began to spin. She could've sworn she'd seen figures, dozens of them, creeping in the corners of the room. She thought her mind was merely playing tricks on her, but then the figures began to move towards her. In a smooth, deep voice, she heard one of them speak. "Hello, young wizard."

Draco was walking, hand in hand with Hermione, through the corridor. It was the very same corridor where Moaning Myrtle's bathroom was located, so naturally in was abandoned after classes. Every hated these halls, and Draco couldn't blame them. Myrtle's incessant whining became rather annoying.

"When will we tell people we're dating?" Draco asked. It wasn't a pushy question, just an absent, pondering inquiry. Hermione turned to face him.

"I dunno." She shrugged her shoulders. "My friends aren't necessarily fond of you," she whispered, even though the corridors were abandoned.

"Well, I know that." Draco uttered these words almost guiltily, and his mouth developed a bitter taste. "I've never even tried to be kind to Weasly, and he and Potter have some sort of bond."

"They're best friends, really," Hermione said without thinking. Her grip tightened on their interlocked fingers. She turned to look at Draco. "I'm sure if you tried to extend some sort of friendship they'd respond well."

"I supported the Dark Lord, remember?" He rolled up his sleeve to reveal the Dark Mark. The tattoo of a skull with a snake entwined in it stood out on his wrist. Draco'd tried every spell, potion, and charm to try to get off the mark, but nothing would do it.

Hermione moved closer to him and miserably said, looking up at him, "But you've changed."

Draco bent his head so that their noses touched. "I know." He encircled his arms around her thin waist and leaned against the wall, pulling her to him. "But they don't know that."

Hermione laughed slightly. "I'm not even sure why we're bothering with telling them. After that class, I'm pretty sure our relationship is the gossip of the school."

Draco chuckled lightly. "I can see the headlines now. 'Muggle-Born Friend of Harry Potter Dates Ex-Deatheater.'"

Hermione looked up into Draco's eyes, kissing him lightly, playfully on the lips. "'Pureblood dates a Mudblood.'"  She smiled.

"No, don't call yourself that." Draco absently twisted a lock of Hermione's hair around his index finger.

"Why shouldn't I? That's what I am." Hermione didn't say this bitterly; rather, she seemed to feel rebellious at the saying of the word.

"No, you're Hermione Granger." Draco kissed her lips softly, "Pure as can be."

Hermione giggled again. "Purely Mudblood."