All Hermione wanted to do was to return to Hogwarts and finish her education with a bang as Head Girl. After that, she had her whole life sorted out. She would work things out with Ron, work at the ministry, and become Minister for Magic one day. The universe, as usual, had other plans.

Draco certainly wasn't expecting McGonagall to pick him as Head Boy but Harry Potter declined and as per usual, he was the second choice. Unsure what the people back in school had in store for then after all the Death Eater business they were involved in, he returns to Hogwarts with his friends to finish their education anyway.

Neither one saw the partnership coming, nor the friendship forged between their two sides. They really didn't plan for any of it to happen - the law, the friendship or the love that changed both of them.

Here's another round of betrayal, forced laws and love found in the most unexpected places. 

v 2.0

Love Changes (Dramione)

By the time New Year's eve rolled around, it was safe to say that Draco had succeeded on impressing the Granger's down to the core.


"Who knew you were so talented?" Hermione teased, which earned her a poisonous glare from Draco


"This is the second time you've questioned my breeding, Granger." Draco narrowed his eyes, completely offended


"Hey! I just didn't know you were so good in gardening and cooking." Hermione raised her hands in defense. They were both lounging on the outdoor loveseat facing the backyard. Dan had made them both a cup of hot cocoa with marshmallows. "What other talents are you hiding under that blond head of yours, huh?"


Draco smirked smugly "Granger, like I said, I'm a pureblood wizard from a wealthy family. We're groomed down to the very last hair on our arms." 


Hermione narrowed her eyes in challenge "Okay, fine. Tell me all."


"At age eight, I became fluent in French. I was asked to choose a language and I chose that after meeting Celine." He shrugged "Because my mother frequently threw social balls, I had to learn several dances. Name it, I know it."


"I mastered piano by the time I reached thirteen, and I learned the guitar by myself a year after." Draco smirked "I'm good at gardening because my mother spends most of her time tending to the gardens at the manor when I was younger." he continued


"It was a way for me to bond with her. Cooking, on the other hand, was something Blaise was very good at. Obviously, I didn't want anybody to be better than me, so I learned how to be better than Blaise. Besides, it's a lot like potions, which I'm very good at already." 


"Okay, fine. Is there anything you can't do?" Hermione raised a brow "Honestly?"


Draco laughed, carefully wiping the chocolate at the edge of her lips "I can't make art for the life of me."


"Music is art. Dance is art." Hermione pointed out


"I can't draw, or paint for that matter." Draco chuckled "Color coordination? Unless it's with my outfits, I'm horrible at it."


Hermione chuckled "Golden boy not so golden afterall."


"Are you kidding? Everybody had that figured out after you and Potter beat me in literally everything." Draco scoffed


"Aw, is someone still bitter?" Hermione teased


"Shut up." Draco sipped from his cocoa casually "I'm over it. I'm Draco Malfoy."


"Yes, you are." Hermione grinned, pressing a kiss to his cheek 


"Though, I'm not quite sure what that means now." Draco added quietly


Hermione gently played with Draco's hand, fiddling with each of his fingers "You're my Draco." she said after a beat "The one who's cocky, smug and teasing literally twenty-four-seven. The one who was brave enough to turn away from everything he believed in just to become a better person. The one who tries to become a better man everyday. The one who's smart and determined. A perfectionist, really. Competitive. Attentive. Persistent. Ambitious. Kind. Loving. Affectionate. I can go on, really."


Draco was beaming at her by the time she'd finished, and all he could think of was how he was going to top that off later tonight. He didn't say anything, instead, he leaned down and kissed her quickly on the lips — careful not to get caught by the two adults who were probably listening in from inside.


"Hermione! Draco! An entire group of teenagers are outside the door waiting!" Jean called from inside


"That should be our friends. Right on time." Draco mumbled, setting his cup down. Hermione did the same, and together, they walked towards the front door to meet their friends.


[thirty five]