Breaking Through - A Dramione Love Story
written by Elizabeth Black
Draco and Hermione are back for an 8th year at Hogwarts, but little do they know how confusing their life is going to get! Will they survive the confusion of losses, friends, and new romance? And if they do, will everyone take it so gracefully? *not complete* Preview: “Um... Malfoy? I need to get into this compartment. I’m the head girl,” she says this with a proud glint in her eye and a smirk. “Well, you're in luck Granger!” I say sarcastically lifting her trunk and owl up into the compartment, “I’m the head boy.”
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Akward - Draco P.O.V
Chapter 14
a/n bear with me guys! This is starting to get interesting! I find Draco a very hard and frustrating character to write because J.K just does such a bloody wonderful job!!
After what happened in the charms classroom, I have regretted it. Why the h*ll would I do it? Then I rub my fingers together, and feel the warmth that is still there, and wonder why... why do I feel so against it? Why can’t I be friends with a Mud... muggle born? My parents can’t control me anymore! So screw this, I am going to make Granger my friend.
I headed back up to the common room and sank into one of the ruby red armchairs by the fire. I rested my right hand on the armrest, after dropping my bag to the ground with a loud plunk. I crossed my legs and tapped my left foot in time to the annoying song... hmmm what was it... argh! A Caldron full of Love. Ick!
I sit in that chair thinking for what seems like an eternity before I hear the tapestry door open to admit the head girl. I feel something hot creeping up my neck, and I immediately cover it with my hand, playing it off as if I am rubbing my neck.
"Hi Granger," I say, trying to smile, but having it turn into more of a sneer. She sighs and rolls her eyes, but I can see her mouth, fighting hard not to smile.
"Hello, Malfoy," she says, and I immediately sit up straighter, noticing the worn-out tone of her voice. "You do know we have a prefect meeting to run in..." she checks her watch, "10 minutes?" The slight smile I had held on my face turns to a grimace as I try not to look too shocked.
"Of course I did..." I lie, "I'll see you down there?" She nods and walks out, turning before she exits the portrait,
"I didn't get a chance to thank you for earlier," she says, and my hand reaches up to my neck again to conceal the blush. "I just wanted to say thanks. I really needed it." I smile slightly, and she returns it hesitantly "And don't be late!" she scolds, turning on her heel and rushing out of the dorm. I inwardly groan and go to get ready to show my face as the Head Boy for the first time.
THE MEETING
I get to the meeting ten minutes late, and earn a very disapproving glance from the Head Girl. Everyone is already here, and as I look around, I see many faces that I don’t want to see. Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter have taken over for Granger and Weasley for the Gryffindor prefects, Ernie McMillan and Hannah Abbot are the Hufflepuff ones, Terry Boot and Michael Corner are Ravenclaw, and to my confusion, there are no Slytherins.
I glance up at Hermione and see her eyebrows furrow when she gets a look at my face. I jerk my head towards the farthest table that the Slytherins should be occupying, and she grimaces. She turns to the crow of Prefects and smiles gently.
“Hello everyone, and welcome to the first Prefect meeting of the semester. As you all know, I am Hermione Grange, and this is Draco Malfoy. We are the head students this year, and the first ever 8th year Hogwarts class, as well as head students.” She stops and takes a breath before continuing on, “I see all of you are 7th it 8th years, so we all know each other! Wonderful!” She looks out at the crowd before continuing her little speech. “I know many of you have noticed the absence of two Slytherin prefects, as well as two 5th and 6th year prefects from each house. This year, with all of the things going on with coming back from the war, and everything,” everyone’s eyes strayed over to me before snapping back to Hermione, “We have decided to give the 5th years a break to have a whole year just to study and catch up work from the last year, and to keep their mind focused on their O.W.L.S. The 6th years are the same, but in this case, we want them to be able to actually rake their O.W.L.S before Christmas break. This means they will be joining us when we get back from Christmas, because their O.W.L.S will be done!” She stops here and takes a deeper breath, clearly thinking of what to say next. “As for the 7th and 8th year Slytherins... none of them came back.”
There is a collective gasp form the audience, as Hermione turns to me.
“That is, except for Malfoy here!” She says, her voice weary, as she offers me a quick smile.
I look at the crow of scowling people, and grimace, before forcing a smile and a little wave.
“How come he is head boy?” Harry asks Hermione. “What has he ever done to deserve that?”
Hermione opens her mouth to answer for me, but I cut her off with a look.
“Well Potter, I came back didn’t I?” I say trying to sound brave, not at all worried about the words about to come out of my mouth. “After serving the Dark Lord,” I start, but then grit my teeth at the looks I was getting from the whole room. “Which was not my choice!” I say loudly, “anyway, after serving the Dark Lord, I care back to finish my education, even though I knew everyone would hate me.” I gesture to the empty table in the left corner of the room, “And I see I was the only one brave enough to do it.”
I feel someone squeezing my hand and look up to see Granger, her hand touching mine, a few stray tears rolling down her checks.
And to my surprise, something grabbed hold of me, and I squeezed her hand back, trying to ignore the blush creeping up my neck as we both turned back to the crowd, letting go of each other’s hands.
After what happened in the charms classroom, I have regretted it. Why the h*ll would I do it? Then I rub my fingers together, and feel the warmth that is still there, and wonder why... why do I feel so against it? Why can’t I be friends with a Mud... muggle born? My parents can’t control me anymore! So screw this, I am going to make Granger my friend.
I headed back up to the common room and sank into one of the ruby red armchairs by the fire. I rested my right hand on the armrest, after dropping my bag to the ground with a loud plunk. I crossed my legs and tapped my left foot in time to the annoying song... hmmm what was it... argh! A Caldron full of Love. Ick!
I sit in that chair thinking for what seems like an eternity before I hear the tapestry door open to admit the head girl. I feel something hot creeping up my neck, and I immediately cover it with my hand, playing it off as if I am rubbing my neck.
"Hi Granger," I say, trying to smile, but having it turn into more of a sneer. She sighs and rolls her eyes, but I can see her mouth, fighting hard not to smile.
"Hello, Malfoy," she says, and I immediately sit up straighter, noticing the worn-out tone of her voice. "You do know we have a prefect meeting to run in..." she checks her watch, "10 minutes?" The slight smile I had held on my face turns to a grimace as I try not to look too shocked.
"Of course I did..." I lie, "I'll see you down there?" She nods and walks out, turning before she exits the portrait,
"I didn't get a chance to thank you for earlier," she says, and my hand reaches up to my neck again to conceal the blush. "I just wanted to say thanks. I really needed it." I smile slightly, and she returns it hesitantly "And don't be late!" she scolds, turning on her heel and rushing out of the dorm. I inwardly groan and go to get ready to show my face as the Head Boy for the first time.
THE MEETING
I get to the meeting ten minutes late, and earn a very disapproving glance from the Head Girl. Everyone is already here, and as I look around, I see many faces that I don’t want to see. Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter have taken over for Granger and Weasley for the Gryffindor prefects, Ernie McMillan and Hannah Abbot are the Hufflepuff ones, Terry Boot and Michael Corner are Ravenclaw, and to my confusion, there are no Slytherins.
I glance up at Hermione and see her eyebrows furrow when she gets a look at my face. I jerk my head towards the farthest table that the Slytherins should be occupying, and she grimaces. She turns to the crow of Prefects and smiles gently.
“Hello everyone, and welcome to the first Prefect meeting of the semester. As you all know, I am Hermione Grange, and this is Draco Malfoy. We are the head students this year, and the first ever 8th year Hogwarts class, as well as head students.” She stops and takes a breath before continuing on, “I see all of you are 7th it 8th years, so we all know each other! Wonderful!” She looks out at the crowd before continuing her little speech. “I know many of you have noticed the absence of two Slytherin prefects, as well as two 5th and 6th year prefects from each house. This year, with all of the things going on with coming back from the war, and everything,” everyone’s eyes strayed over to me before snapping back to Hermione, “We have decided to give the 5th years a break to have a whole year just to study and catch up work from the last year, and to keep their mind focused on their O.W.L.S. The 6th years are the same, but in this case, we want them to be able to actually rake their O.W.L.S before Christmas break. This means they will be joining us when we get back from Christmas, because their O.W.L.S will be done!” She stops here and takes a deeper breath, clearly thinking of what to say next. “As for the 7th and 8th year Slytherins... none of them came back.”
There is a collective gasp form the audience, as Hermione turns to me.
“That is, except for Malfoy here!” She says, her voice weary, as she offers me a quick smile.
I look at the crow of scowling people, and grimace, before forcing a smile and a little wave.
“How come he is head boy?” Harry asks Hermione. “What has he ever done to deserve that?”
Hermione opens her mouth to answer for me, but I cut her off with a look.
“Well Potter, I came back didn’t I?” I say trying to sound brave, not at all worried about the words about to come out of my mouth. “After serving the Dark Lord,” I start, but then grit my teeth at the looks I was getting from the whole room. “Which was not my choice!” I say loudly, “anyway, after serving the Dark Lord, I care back to finish my education, even though I knew everyone would hate me.” I gesture to the empty table in the left corner of the room, “And I see I was the only one brave enough to do it.”
I feel someone squeezing my hand and look up to see Granger, her hand touching mine, a few stray tears rolling down her checks.
And to my surprise, something grabbed hold of me, and I squeezed her hand back, trying to ignore the blush creeping up my neck as we both turned back to the crowd, letting go of each other’s hands.
