7 ficlets Title:Turning Point Pairing:Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger Rating:PG Disclaimer:I own nothing Word Count:643 A/N:For the prompt forest. :D Summery:On Halloween Draco asks Hermione to meet her in the forest. Thinking he wishes to rekindle their secret relationship from 5th year she agrees but Draco has a far bigger task for her to think about.
She meets him there because he asks her to and she’s polite and also because she was intrigued by the flicker of fear in his eyes as he’d asked her. Nettles and sharp branches drag across her dirty jeans and more than once she feels a stand of her unruly hair get caught in something as she travels deeper into the forest. Draco is waiting where they had met so many times before the previous year before it all fell apart, his shoulders slumped and his long blond hair looking dull and lifeless, his eyes watching her carefully.
“I didn’t think you’d come,” he whispers.
“You asked,” Hermione replies, “I thought I should.”
He nods, for something to do, something to give him a moment before he moves closer. He’s wary because her wand is still in her hand, tilted at an angle to face him slightly.
“I just want to talk,” Draco says stiffly, still watching the wand, “I need to talk to Potter. He’s obsessed with me but I know he won’t talk to me without help.”
Hermione laughs, looks at him with a smile playing at her lips, “Really? You want to talk to Harry? No, I don’t think so. I thought you might want to attempt to gain my forgiveness for what you did to me at the start of last year. Or do you not remember us being together before you let your petty opinions about blood status end things?”
Draco’s eyes flash with anger and he takes a step towards her before he finds the wand pointed towards his heart, “You can hear the Halloween feast. If I don’t go back, they will notice soon!”
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Draco spits, “ I wouldn’t. Last year....look things changed all right? Umbridge being here....too many things were getting back to my father. My family is everything to me. That is why...I had no choice. There is no point lying, you know I’ve been marked,” he states coldly, watching her flinch as it is confirmed.
“What do you want me for?” Hermione asks, voice trembling, “I can’t help you. I certainly won’t be with you if you have that on your arm.”
Draco kicks at the dirt at his feet, “Put that aside woman! This isn’t what this is about! I made a mistake. I thought I could save my mother and instead she is in more danger. I want to speak to Potter. I’m not going to that senile old fool but...I will work with Potter.”
Hermione again glances at the castle before turning back to Draco, who is pacing and looking harassed, and pulling him further into the forest, “What do you mean?” she hisses harshly.
“We’re at war Granger and Potter is my ticket to safety and a life where I don’t have to be scared, where I don’t have to give up what I want,” Draco mutters, touching her arm for emphasis, “Bring me Potter. I want to work with him.”
“Are you saying what I thought you’re saying,” Hermione whispers, hardly able to believe he’d be brave enough, the bullying boy she’d known for years finally turning into a man.
Dull eyes light up with a determined fire and he nods sharply. This night represented when the Dark Lord first fell. It should be a night of celebration, of wizards and witches celebrating their magic and feasting with laughter and cheers and instead Draco only feels a deep sense of foreboding that next Halloween will see the Dark Lord in power unless people stand to face him. He’s finally willing to a man and stand against him rather than a coward who stands behind him, Taking a deep breath, he changes everything, “I’m willing to do what I need to in order to end this war. I want to spy for Potter.”
Title:Toil and Troubled Reminders Pairing:Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger Rating:PG Disclaimer:I own nothing Word Count:286 A/N:For the prompt cauldron. Summery:On Halloween, every year, Draco makes healing potions while Hermione tries to get him to come celebrate with her. Every year he refuses.
Hermione finds Draco in his lab chopping ingredients as a cauldron bubbles beside him and sighs,
“I thought you agreed to come with me to the feast this year?” she asks quietly, folding her arms across her chest because she knows this is a lost cause and feels a rush of irritation at him for agreeing in the first place.
“I changed my mind,” Draco responds curtly before throwing a handful or crushed beetles into the cauldron.
“Draco please, this is important to me,” Hermione tries, moving into the room and glancing around for a clue as to what Draco is brewing even if she knows what it will be generally, “You can’t just ignore Halloween considering what it means to magic folk.”
Draco looks up and sneers and Hermione is taken back about ten years to when he was just a bullying school boy, “ I don’t need to celebrate it to feel the importance of this day. I’m practicing magic, isn’t that enough? This feast you’re going to at the Weasleys, what is the point? They don’t want me there and Potter certainly doesn’t want to remember of his parent’s death or the day he was marked. Better to leave it the hell alone.”
For a few moments she stands in the doorway hoping he will say something but nothing is forthcoming. Shaking her head, Hermione heads up the stairs and grabs her cloak. Another Halloween she has to celebrate without him as he stays home and makes healing potions to sooth his guilt. They don’t talk about the real reason he doesn’t celebrate it. It reminds him of what he’d done in the war and all the reasons he could never forgive himself.
Title:Pirates and Vampires Pairing:Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger Rating:PG Disclaimer:I own nothing Word Count:506 A/N:For the prompt vampire Summery:Hermione decides to explain the muggle culture of dressing up on Halloween to a bewildered Draco.
Draco took a sip of his tea, shifted in his seat, and promptly laughed in Hermione’s face, “Dressing up as magical creatures for Halloween? That has to be one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever heard and I shared a dorm with Vince and Greg for seven years.”
He continued to laugh until he realised that Hermione wasn’t laughing with him. If anything she looked a strange mixture of hurt and irate, “Merlin, you’re serious? You do that?”
“It is tradition Draco and it is fun I will have you know,” she responded haughtily, snatching her own tea cup off the coffee table of her flat and marching through to the kitchen. Hearing Draco sigh and rise to his feet, she scowled.
“It seems barmy,” he commented, suddenly behind her, wrapping his arms around her from behind as she washes out her cup, “Muggles do some strange things. Not bad things,” he hastened to add as he heard her take a deep breath, getting ready to shout at him no doubt, “Just strange things. What did you dress up as when you were little?”
Draco was working with her and she can handle that.
“It isn’t like I’m asking you to do it Draco, I’m simply sharing some of my childhood with you. It isn’t my fault I didn’t attend Ministry functions or go to tea parties at Parkinson’s house. To answer your question, I dressed up as many things. I was a pirate one year,”
“A what?” Draco cut her off bewildered.
“A pirate,” Hermione continued, “Oh and I was a ghost one year too”
“How in the name of Merlin’s balls do you dress up as a ghost?” Draco cut in only for Hermione to slam the cup down on the counter and turn around in his arms, eyes bright and excited.
“I was a pumpkin when I was really little! My favourite was when I dressed up as a vampire though! I had my face painted white, and mum put eyeliner on me which was cool cause I wasn’t old enough for it normally and I had fake teeth things in which meant I couldn’t talk but it looked cool and I had a cape! And they put red face paint on me too to look like trickling blood,” she rambled, bouncing on her feet slightly as she finished and Draco just shakes his head at her.
“That is mental. Vampires don’t look like that.”
“Well I know that now but I didn’t even know about magic then.”
Draco suddenly picked her up and carried her through to the living room, throwing her down on her couch before moving to the window and glancing out. In one direction he saw magical London and in the other, muggle.
“I want to go out on Halloween and see muggle London. This all sounds ridiculous, I want to see.”
From her position on the couch, Hermione grinned at him. Next year she would try to get him to dress up. This was a good start.
Title:Enchantment Pairing:Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger Rating:PG Disclaimer:I own nothing Word Count:133 A/N:For the prompt enchanted Summery:Draco has an obsession with Hermione and refuses to believe that magic isn't at work.
It had to be magic, a potion or spell, Draco was sure of it. There was no way his feelings towards Hermione Granger could be anything natural. He was sure he had been bewitched somehow to distract him or maybe just humiliate him. Even Granger could surely be capable of revenge in some way and having Draco Malfoy run around after a Mudblood would surely be the ultimate act of revenge for everything he put her through when they were at Hogwarts. It doesn’t matter how many Healers tell him he is clean or how many curse breakers he pays privately to check himself and his home, his obsession with Hermione Granger grows and he ever, ever, allows himself to believe that any of it is real. Not until it is too late.
Title:Escape Plan Pairing:Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger Rating:PG Disclaimer:I own nothing Word Count:461 A/N:For the prompt lantern Summery:The trio didn't escape Malfoy Manor and Hermione was left behind to the mercy of Bellatrix. It causes Draco to have a change of heart.
Everything aches by the time Bellatrix is finished with her and she almost welcomes the stone floor of the dungeon because it is cool against her muscles and soothes things just a little. It isn’t much but it is something. Halloween had led to an even more brutal session than normal, both Bellatrix and Hermione hyper aware of what Harry had achieved on that date so long ago now. It was like Bellatrix was reminding her it wouldn't happen again. Hermione could only hope she was wrong. After everything they had gone through, Hermione couldn’t believe they had been caught so easily. She spent too many hours outside of Bellatrix’s care turning things over in her mind and trying to find the mistakes. Harry and Ron had tried and failed to rescue her and she doesn’t blame them for disappearing after they failed. Winning the war was bigger than her. Lights, flicker across her vision and she wonders if she got a concussion when Bellatrix was slamming her head against the tone floor. It isn’t until she hears the footsteps that she realises it must be a lantern or lamp of some kind and that someone is coming. Too tired to do anything, she just lies there hoping she will appear too pathetic to bother with and that is the image Draco Malfoy stumbles upon when he gets the door of her cell open. Hermione Granger, broken. The lantern he holds in his hand casts a light across her bloodied and bruised face, flickers showing the dirt smeared across her hairline and right cheek. It makes his decision feel right, a strong sense of moral correctness settling in his bones. He has to do something.
“Granger, can you stand? I’m going to get you out of here,” he whispers, moving forward and placing the lantern on the ground so that she can see him and he can see her clearly, her wide eyes staring up at him before she speaks to him with a cracked and broken voice.
“Malfoy? I’m not stupid. I’m not going to be caught trying to escape,” she rasps and he desperately shakes his head, glancing behind him just in case, because they don’t have a lot of time.
“Granger I’m serious. I’m done with this. My aunt is mental. No one deserves what she’s doing to you. I’m going to get you out of here. You don’t have to trust me, just come with me.”
Staring at him for a few minutes, she tries to assess whether he is telling the truth from his eyes and his body language before slowly pulling herself up onto her knees. When it comes down to it, she might as well try, after all she has nothing left to lose.
Title:Guilty Relief Pairing:Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger Rating:PG Disclaimer:I own nothing Word Count:145 A/N:For the prompt cemetery Summery:Burying Lucius on Halloween should be symbolic but Hermione can't let go of her illogical fear of her surroundings.
Burying Lucius Malfoy on Halloween was very symbolic and at the same time unnerving. It was cold, frost creeping along the stone path, and Hermione grew steadily more uncomfortable as the minutes slipped by. As a child cemeteries were something to be feared and avoided especially on a night like Halloween and that is a part of herself she knows is illogical yet can’t let go. The hair on the back of her neck still stands up in the cold air and she feels terrible for wishing they could get on with it. Hermione had loathed Lucius Malfoy and couldn’t pretend to be upset that he was dead but she was there for Draco. He insisted she should be able to feel the magic and power in the air but instead she only felt illogical fear from her surrounding and a guilty sense of relief.
Title:Candles Pairing:Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger Rating:PG Disclaimer:I own nothing Word Count:209 A/N:For the prompt candles Summery: Hermione is in charge of the pumpkins and Draco is in charge of the candles
Hermione had always loved candles and carving pumpkins. To her they were an essential part of Halloween celebrations. Draco was mystified as to why she wanted to carve the pumpkin herself and not get a House Elf to do it but let her get on with it, probably fearing another rant as to why they shouldn’t have the elves in the first place. He was more into the candles anyway. His mother had always been very specific in where she displayed hers whether at Halloween or not and it was something he had picked up from her. They move around the dining room where they will be holding a gathering of friends and acquaintances that evening seamlessly preparing things. It is oddly relaxing and differs from the stress of the previous week on Hermione’s part worrying about how it had to be perfect. It was the first they would host as a married couple after all. They come together near the door when they are finished and Draco sees the same look in her eyes ,as he puts her arm around her, that he is sure is reflected in his own because part of them doesn’t want anyone to come over. They would only ruin what they had created.