What Do You Think You're Doing?

As If You Didn't See This Coming

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING.

A/N: First chapter with Dramione ;) 

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"Alright settle down, students." The Headmistress told the anxious seventh years.

Ginny had been, finally, paired. When her match was announced, she gave a wild screech and hurtled herself into the awaiting arms. Figures the Chosen One always got his way. A Hufflepuff named Justin  Finch-Fletchley had been paired with a girl name Susan Bones and, with a reluctant attitude, Dean Thomas had been matched with Lavender Brown. As Luna stood up to be matched, the Headmistress looked over her students with a swelling sense of pride. To be able to accept ones fate, as they were, took a considerable amount of courage. Nevermind the houses, she knew they all had what it takes. Then she remembered poor, sweet little Luna. Turning to face her, she barely recongized the girl. The dreamy expression was replaced by a firm yet peaceful look. Determind.

"Oh dear, I remember youuuu. My friend the Sorting Hat told me all about youuuu." The reel told Luna who nodded, accepting that she had just been told a magical hat had socialized with a magical reel about her as if it was the most common thing in the world.

"It seems to me it's...MR. NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM."

From the table at which he had squeezed his eyes shut and began rocking back and forth, Neville jumped up and ran to the girl of his dreams with a wide smile on his face.

"GRANGER, HERMIONE." The reel exclaimed with a giggle at the end.

Harry's gleeful face whipped toward the front, away from his fiance to try to catch his best friend's eye. Unfortunately for him, she seemed to be ignoring him altogether. Bravely yet angrily, she took the handle and awaited her fate.

"Ouch! Loosen your hold a bit, would you?" The reel protested.

"No," Hermione responded angrily. "Now tell me."

"Geez! Okay, okay. Hmmm... I know! Perfect." And as quickly as it could manage, the reel yelled out the name.

Hermione felt like she was falling, falling into nothing. Her whole world and everyone in it were nothing. She thought to herself, I guess after all that fighting, plotting, and planning it doesn't matter. I'm a flithy mudblood and this is my fault. But of course that wasn't true. She could barely force herself to, but she did it anyway. She looked up into his deep gray eyes and at the familiar face that had caused her so much stress with his sneers and smirks. His face, a picture of shock, remained still. His mouth hung down in a perfect "O" as his housemates looked at him in sympathy.

"No way! You are not taking Hermione, Malfoy you stupid little git!"

Hermione spun around to see her redheaded companion head over to the Slytherin table with his fist clenched and ready. For some unexplainable reason, Hermione yelled a no in protest and hurried over to stop one of her best friends from punching their arch nemesis.

"What?! Hermione!" Ron whipped around to look at her in utter bewilderment.

"Mione, you do realize you have to marry him right?" Another redhead asked her, having joined them.

"Ginny, Ron," Hermione said with a little sigh, "it's okay. I'm sure there's a loophole. Besides, I can just ask Kingsley to replace me with another. It won't matter."

The entire Gryffindor table had gotten up and rushed to Hermione by then and those who had heard Hermione's calm, "reasonable" explanation were staring at her as if she had just announced that she was moving into the Greenhouse to live with the Wrackspurts.

"Are you mental?"

"Hermione Granger!"

"Granger's not so bright after all."

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Draco's P.O.V (sort of)

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After the matching was over, the pairs were allowed to socialize in a high tower filled with lots of couches and plush pillows and a small muggle fridge that held cold butterbeer and some muggle snacks that the boys were fussing over.

Hermione, however, was still being yelled at by her friends. Hermione faced each of these questions and statements with her brow in the shape of a V. Harry did his best to beat off the questioners to give his clearly confused friend room to breathe. Eventually, Ginny commanded that they all sit down (using terms to express her annoyance that aren't all that nice) andd they obeyed. Ron and Harry were arguing about what to do when a cool, velvety voice interrupted.

"Excuse me."

The Golden Trio swung around in unison at the familiar tone of superiority. Draco Malfoy, stunning as always, stood behind them with a calm expression. His stance was relaxed, as formality was uneeded. Everyone knew the Slytherin Prince did not have to worry about anything. His admirers did that for him. But after the war things were different. He was still feared (though he takes fear as respect) but not because of his father. He had earned his title on his own. People knew that his dear Daddy wouldn't be able to back him up in Azkaban, yet that didn't matter. He was an independent figure and he'd remind at any moment you were dumb enough to question him.

"If you and Weasley would just move out of the way, I'd like to escort Granger to the Headmistress's office." Draco announced.

Seeing that the two idiots were too startled to move an inch, he simply sighed and walked around them. Taking Granger's arm (not too gruffly, not too gently) he strode out of the Great Hall, dragging the Brightest Witch of Age with him. Hermione, snapping out of her daze, blinked and then snatched her arm out of his grasp.

"Malfoy, what exactly are you doing?" Granger snapped.

"Taking you to the Headmistress like I said. Obviously you'll need a little beauty rest after our visit since your mind seems a bit dull today, don't you think?" He asked with a sneer, not stopping as he talked.

"Malfoy, stop." Hermione yelled after him, running up to him and yanking on his shoulder to stop him.

"Get off, mu-Granger." Malfoy told her as he took a step back. 

Clearing his throat to cover up his almost-slip up, he turned to her to look into her eyes.

"We have to clear this up before it gets out of hand." He explained, keeping his face neutral.

Hermione sighed and looked up at him, probably getting ready to give an explanation that they didn't have to do this now since they had all the time in the world when she saw something in his eyes. Clearing his throat yet again, Draco averted his eyes. The way she was looking at him was making his skin crawl.

"Let's go, Weasel-to-be." He said to her, resuming his fast pace and ignoring her protests.

Hurrying to keep with him, she shook her head to herself. She'd never understand him.

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TA-DA. More to come. More Dramione. PROMISE.