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Hallowed Truths ~ chapter 1
First HP fanfiction. First Dramione fic. First fic based off of a personal theory. A fic of firsts.
Author's note: Deathly Hallows? What's that? Okay, so I did enjoy reading it. But this fic is not end-of-HBP nor DH compliant.
Legal B.S.: Harry Potter and the wizarding universe are copyright lock, stock and Quidditch to J.K. Rowling. Infringement not intended--I am just showing my love to the Potterverse by writing this.
Rating: eventually NC-17. Dramione smut and uber-angst ahoy! [NC-17 parts will be CLEARLY MARKED. if you see no such marking, then there's no naughty content under the cut.]
Pairings: Draco/Hermione obviously.
Thanks: to the Dramione community at LiveJournal, and Layne, Maria Elena, Heathen and Poppy for beta-reading. And of course there's the fact that Layne got me into this in the FIRST PLACE! (Yea woman, don't sit there with that "moi?" look on yer face....you know I ain't gonna buy it. =P)
Summary: Enmity becomes understanding. Draco's most painful secret is revealed. But will that revelation cost him everything?
Chapter 1 ~ Return to Hogwarts
As the Hogwarts Express chugged through the English countryside, Hermione Granger settled into one of the plush seats that lined the Heads' cabin. She was sorry that she couldn't sit with Harry and Ron as she usually did, but she had attained her goal of being chosen as Head Girl. Now, she had to wait for the Head Boy to arrive so they could discuss the monitoring of Houses, Prefect reports and other assorted duties.
After this year, she would likely never take this ride again. It saddened her a little, even though she knew there was so much more out there once this last year of schooling was through. And that was only guaranteed if You-Know-Who was defeated. If the eventual battle came and Harry lost.... She shuddered to think of what the world would be like.
She was eager to see Professor McGonagall again; of all the teachers, the Head of Gryffindor was the one she missed the most over summer breaks. And Hagrid, of course, though she wasn't taking his class anymore. Most of the students either mocked or feared the half-giant gamekeeper, but Hermione adored him. The one gap would be Professor Dumbledore, who had died at the end of last year. Murdered by Rodolphus Lestrange, even though Harry swore up and down that Professor Snape had done it and refused to change his mind, no matter what evidence the Ministry had found to the contrary. Then again, the Potions master had never been well-liked. Not that he seemed to care. The only students Snape had had any care for were his precious Slytherins.
Think positive, damnit.
Next to Hermione, Crookshanks lay curled up in a neat round of ginger fur. She reached a hand down to pet his back, the soft fur under her hands soothing and unwinding the last bit of tension her dark thoughts had given her. She had to distract herself before they started again. And she was tired of staring at the door, waiting for it to open and reveal whoever her companion for the year would be. She shrugged and dug her copy of her new Advanced Potions book out of her bag. Might as well get started on this. The more prepared she was when it came to dealing with Snape, all the better. Though, of course, he never appreciated her diligence. But that was Snape for you.
Half an hour later, Hermione was busy reading the first chapter when she caught snatches of conversation outside in the corridor.
"....wonderful that you made Head Boy....'bout time one of our own was in charge."
Recognizing the voice of Meleney McNair--a sixth year Slytherin girl--she groaned silently. So she would be stuck with a Slytherin boy all year. Wonderful. Well, she would make it clear to him that there would be no troops of Slytherins in and out of their shared quarters. She was prepared to return to her reading when the continued conversation distracted her again.
"....Gryffindor is the Head Girl, of course." Another Slytherin girl, making an inelegant gagging noise.
"I'm sure he'll manage just fine, girls." No denying that voice--Blaise Zabini.
"Yes, I will manage. Hell, I'll deal with anyone as long as it's anybody but--" The last few words almost weren't heard as the cabin door was flung open, to reveal the little group of Slytherins: Meleney, the unknown Slytherin girl, Blaise, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. And in their center, the tall, pale figure of Draco Malfoy.
"Granger." Draco stopped short.