Bad Blood: A Dramione Fanfiction

Hermione

All I want is a normal year at Hogwarts. Studying, tests, NEWTS... Doesn't it sound extraordinary? Not that it's going to happen.

I'm Hermione Granger, one-third of the famed "Golden Trio". After our adventurous seventh year at Hogwarts- which, oddly enough, barely involved Hogwarts at all- we've decided to return to finish our education. When I say "we", I mean every student. Apparently, not much learning went on last year; The Death Eaters made sure of that. But now, they have been eradicated, along with You-Kn... Voldemort himself. Perhaps a normal year isn't impossible now, but it is certainly unlikely.

I'm standing in front of the brick wall that leads to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. It's cold and windy today, so I have on a black trench coat over my muggle clothing. The coat reminds me of my robes, which, unbelievably, I will be changing into in a few hours, as I have been longing to do for a while. Excitement builds up inside me as I run through the wall to the platform. It's so comforting to be returning to Hogwarts.

There are students surrounding the train, saying their goodbyes. First years are easily recognizable, due to the look of intense fear and curiosity on their faces. The anxiety is understandable; they face things that are unknown to them. Harry, Ron, and I have learned first-hand that the unknown is terrifying.

I flash friendly smiles at the students. They give me a nervous smile in return. None of my friends seem to be around. They must all be on the train. Slowly, I make my way over to the train and board it.

By searching every compartment, I realize that Harry and Ron are not here. Therefore, I pick an empty compartment and wait for them. My watch says that it's 10:58. They have two minutes to board. Honestly, you defeat the Dark Lord, but it's not at all possible to be on time?

Out of a compartment in the front of my trunk, I retrieve my Head Girl badge, fastening it onto my shirt. I smile proudly at it.

Luna Lovegood walks by my compartment, and, realizing who it is, stops to give me an enthusiastic wave. She slides open the door with one hand because she has a stack of magazines in the other.

"Greetings, friend!" She calls to me. "Would you care for a ?"

The is a magazine her father, Xenophilius, writes. Nothing in it is accurate, but I nod my head anyway. As she hands me my copy, a tall boy with dark brown hair runs into the compartment. Neville Longbottom.

"Luna!" He exclaims, hugging her. "I've missed you so much, I- Oh, hello Hermione. Nice to see you."

"Hello, Neville. It's a pleasure." I say. I'm beginning to get nervous. Harry and Ron still haven't arrived.

"Excuse us, Hermione." They say in unison. I'm guessing that they're officially dating, due to the fact that they're holding hands as they exit.

My only option for entertainment right now is reading the . Sighing, I open it up. It is printed upside-down, so I flip it over. As I do, a bracelet falls out. On the page it fell out of, I read that they discovered a new magical creature, the "Stiggle". It looks like a Ladybug, except it's green and purple, and-

"Hermione!" Harry and Ron shout together as they barge into my compartment.

"Harry!" I shout, and I hug him, smiling.

"I see where I stand now," Ron says sarcastically. He then hugs me and gives me a quick kiss. Ron and I have been dating since the Battle of Hogwarts, when Voldemort was defeated.

We take a seat. It feels so good to be with them again. I spent the summer with my parents, restoring their memory since I had "obliviated" them for their safety before we began hunting horcruxes.

"How've you been?" Harry asks me. Ron sits beside me and grabs my hand.

"I've been well. My parents finally remember me, and-" I point to the badge on my chest.

"Wow, Hermione! Head Girl!" Harry exclaims happily.

"It's not like we didn't expect it." Ron says, smiling. I squeeze his hand.

"Where's Ginny?" I ask. Harry and Ginny have been dating as long as Ron and I have, since Voldemort was no longer a threat. I couldn't imagine why she wouldn't be in here.

"She had to go greet people," Harry informed me. "You know Ginny, the social butterfly."

We spend the next few minutes catching up. Harry lives in the Weasleys' house now, and he sleeps in Fred's empty bed. No one speaks for a while after that. A tear falls from Ron's face, and I pat his shoulder. After a few minutes, I speak.

"Harry," I begin, "how is it? Your scar?"

He touches his forehead, the lightning scar that defines him.

"It's... I mean, It hasn't hurt since it happened," He answers. "I don't think it ever will again."

"Won't it be wonderful?" I ask. They nod their heads.

The trolley comes by our compartment. The attendant asks if we desire anything. All of us order some sweets; Ron orders the most, of course.

"Hermione," Ron began with a mouthful of a Chocolate Frog, "you barely wrote to us."

"I'm sorry, Ron. Convincing someone they actually have a daughter isn't an easy job, honestly."

Harry scoffs, but Ron just grunts, too absorbed in the food to properly acknowledge my response.

"Hermione!" Ginny shouts, barging into the compartment. She gives me a quick hug. "McGonagall told me to tell you to come to the front of the train to her compartment."

"Okay. Thank you, Ginny," I turn to the others, "I'll be back shortly, I'm sure." I slide open the compartment door and venture into the corridor.

What could McGonagall want me for? It's probably some Head Girl business. A thought crosses my mind: Who is Head Boy? McGonagall didn't bother to tell me. Maybe it's Harry, but he wants me to be surprised. Honestly, how could it not be? He defeated Voldemort for Merlin's sake! There's no one else who is nearly as qualified as him, anyway.

But as I reach her compartment, I see exactly who it is.

Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.

He sits across from McGonagall, smirking at me mockingly. How in the world can Malfoy be Head Boy? He's a Death Eater! I try to disguise my astonishment as I slide open the door.

"Good day, Miss Granger." McGonagall greets.

"Granger," Malfoy scoffs, "I should've known."

McGonagall motions for me to sit down beside him, and, grimacing, I do. I can smell his cologne. He wears a light blue flannel shirt, which accentuates his eyes and hair, which he doesn't slick back anymore. His shirt has long sleeves to hide his Dark Mark, I suppose. He must notice that I am examining him, because he looks at me, raising his eyebrows and smirking again.

"I called both of you here to, as you can assume, enlighten you on your duties as Head Boy and Girl. I have chosen the two of you because, despite some previous actions," She shoots a look at Malfoy, "you both have displayed exemplary academic excellence throughout the years.

"Being Head Girl and Boy requires leadership, and a great deal of it.  You will have to assist first years, patrol the corridors, check the common rooms, and so on. It is a large responsibility, but I am confident in your ability to handle it."