The Draco Malfoy Imagine Book

The Dramione

I wake up to red hair and blue eyes jerking me vigourously. It's difficult to open my eyes properly, with the sun's rays attacking my face, and when I finally do, I am aware that Ron is cursing under his breath for nearly missing breakfast.

"What is bloody wrong with you, Hermione?"

I am fully awake now, as I sit up in the chair and straighten my uniform. I had been studying all night in the library, searching frantically for books which enlightened on Horcruxes. I still cannot believe the fact that Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of all times, doesn't know what a Horcrux is. But I was only too happy to help Harry in this.

"You missed breakfast, you dinkus," Ron continues. I rub my eyes to wipe off the sleep that overcame from all the tiredness. He looks mad, I don't know for what reason. I decide to keep the book I had been reading last night and go to the librarian to borrow the jewel. After nearly eighteen hours of research, I discovered a scrap parchment in this book which just introduces the concept of a Horcrux. I decide to show this to Ron and Harry later.

I avoid talking to Ron. Honestly, he has been acting wierd lately. I feel like someone is staring at me for far too long, and when I look up, I feel Ron shift in whatever position he is sitting. I like Ron a lot. I like Ron too much. But I'm afraid what will come of this likeness as it may affect our friendship.

I walk briskly through the hallways with Ron by my side when something hits my left arm. Someone threw something so harshly at me that my arm stings. I look around for what it was and who threw it when I see Malfoy standing with hands inside his pockets and leaning with his back against the wall, that awful smirk plastered on his face. I throw him a dirty look and continue walking when suddenly I stumble on an apple. I look at Malfoy again and see that he is still smirking. This is a change. I have noticed that he has started acting strangely since the beginning of the term, but I still can't believe Harry when he says that Malfoy is a Death Eater now.

"That's for you, you filthy mudblood," he says.

"And what makes you so thoughtful that you give this to me? Well, you don't have a brain....so....that's an achievement," I retort. I am just sick and tired of being called a mudblood. Even if this is an absolutely stupid topic of discrimination, it still hurts, especially when Draco says it with so much hatred and spite added to his voice.

"Seems like you didn't eat breakfast. And no one wants to hear your stomach cry out. Also, no one wants to smell your farts. So I decided to do some social work and save the others," he replies.

It's early morning and I am in absolutely no mood to argue. So I mutter a small "Good for you" and leave. I figure that Ron is running to catch up with me. I was so engrossed in arguing with Malfoy that I didn't know that Ron was on the verge of hitting him. He runs after me with the apple in his hand.

"Hermione, you should eat this, you know. Or you'll be fatigued by the end of the day," he says, his face slightly flushed, from the running or for shyness, I have no idea.

"Thank you, Ron," I say and leave for the dormitories.

I am reminded of Draco's smoldering look, that one which can cause water to burn, those sculptured lips which I have always wanted on mine, to feel them on me might make a heavenly ecstacy, while I get ready for the day. But then I am reminded of Harry and Ron and how Malfoy is the enemy and supposed Death Eater. He is too young to be one of them. Also, I know, that somewhere behind that snarl and arrogance, there is a heart of gold. Oh no! What am I doing? I cannot fall for or even be the slightest bit attracted to a person who has insulted and hated me from the first day we met. I cannot, absolutely cannot.

The day drags on and on and today, being a Saturday, we decide to pay Hagrid a visit. On our way, I mentally revise what we learned for Potions yesterday as Ron and Harry go on and on about Draco being a Death Eater. Honestly, they need to stop now.

I have become extremely tired of their banter and decide that I need a break from them.

"You two go ahead. I'll be back from the bathroom. I promise I won't take long," I announce and leave for the girls' bathrooms.

While I'm in the hallways, I catch a glimpse of beach-blonde hair. Draco looks around suspiciously before leaving for the seventh floor. My suspicions rise, and I follow him to the Room of Requirements. How did he know how to get in this room?

As he enters, the door vanishes. No. This shouldn't be happening. How do I get in?
Dobby said that we need to think deeply about what we need.

I need Draco. I need Draco. I need Draco.

The enormous magical door appears. I open the doors with my shaking hands. Why am I so nervous about this?

I walk in semi-darkness, among old Hogwarts furniture, and occassionally stumble in my way. Suddenly, I am alerted by the noise of something scraping wood. Sweat beads ornament my forehead and my ears are too attentive to any surrounding sound. I can feel my pupils dilate as I frantically search for light to see what lay before me.
"Lumos," I whisper.
My wand producing a bluish-green torch improves my vision in the dark as I try to process the picture in front of me. Draco's eyes widen with fear and his sweat-soaked body trembles as he watches me with horror, his hands resting on a cupboard. The very same we had seen him examine in Borgin and Burkes'.

He curses loudly, as he takes his hands off the cupboard and reaches for his wand in his pocket. I should disarm him. But when I raise my wand, my eyes meet his frantic ones, so frightened, yet so beautiful. What is he afraid of? Getting caught?.......Death?

"Expelliarmus."

My wand flies out of my hand as everything gets blurred. He must have cast the vision blurrying spell on me. I cannot see a single object clearly. I can merely picture Draco's faint outline, it comes closer to me.

I can smell him. He smells of fresh apples, of fresh wind in the Forbidden Forest, and all things alike. I feel his fingertips on my chin as he lifts my head up. I feel something soft pressed onto my lips. His lips. It is a nervous action, but as I kiss him back, all the enemity forgotten, all the hurled insults forgotten, all my dreams come true, he becomes more sure of what he is doing. I shut my eyes close and put my arms around his neck, my palms feeling his toned chest. He kisses me with passion, lust. Suddenly, Ron's voice rings in the back of my mind. I cannot betray Ron. I cannot betray Harry. I cannot betray their trust. I cannot betray Ron's twinkling eyes. I cannot come to the dark side.

I push him using my palms and he shuffles back. Suddenly, I can see him clearly again. The spell must have broken. Nobody must know what happened between us, what happened in this room. And that will only happen if Malfoy remembers about this. I am sure that he will elaborate this story to every single soul in Hogwarts. I must obliviate him. Or I lose everything, I lose friendship, I lose Ron, I lose my future.

But my wand! My wand is across the room. I have to run to get to it. But before I can make a dash for it, I hear Malfoy.

"Obliviate."

I look around. I don't know what I am doing in this room. It resembles a storeroom. I never knew Hogwarts had a storeroom. I look around and see Malfoy look at me. Why is he staring at me like he is unsure of himself? I collect my wand which is lying on the floor. How did it end up here? This is all too strange. I cannot remember how I came into this room, no matter how much I try.

Enough! I think my memory has gone bad. I decide to go out of this room and away from Malfoy. But my lips feel so swollen all of a sudden.

Draco's Point Of View:

I kissed her. I kissed the mudblood. At that moment, it felt like the right thing to do. To make her forget what she just saw- me fixing the Vanishing Cabinet. But why did I kiss her? I could have obliviated her right away! But she looked so irresistible, with wonder and pity engraved on her face, I felt the urge to kiss her, to feel her lips against mine. But thankfully, I was able to obliviate her. I have successfully outnumbered the cleverest witch of Hogwarts, by two different actions.

Okay. Introducing to you my writer's block. I have so much on my mind now that I was not able to concentrate on this. I have started coming across feelings I have never come across and experienced before. Anyway, I hope Joisha and Shreya are happy after reading this. I changed the plot, mind you. By the way, these two are my best buddies of all times. Khushnuma, I did all I could. I couldn't exactly go by your plot because it was very common across all imagines. I wanted this to be different for you. Sorry.
Stay happy my lovelies!