‘It was too early for lecture, I should’ve just stayed in bed, my head is killing me and I can’t stand Theo right now talking about a new girl in our class, I.don’t.care, what does this girl have? Probably just another witch from another school, he’s heard of some people transferring…’ “who is that?”,
“That’s the new witch I was just telling you about” Theo says offended knowing now Draco wasn’t listening,
“That’s not a new witch, that’s fucken Granger” Draco snaps turning his whole body towards Hermione who takes the seat across from him, eyeing her from head to toe making sure it’s her.
“What in Merlin’s name happened to your hair?” Draco asks with a disgusted tone. Hermione flinches and slowly turns around to see his face, with a sneer and a snap she responds, “None of your business” and turns away with a blush. Draco taken aback looks around the room and realizes everyone is looking at him and turns around quickly to catch Theo with his eyebrows touching his hairline and mouth parted, but with a sneer he turns around.
During the rest of the class Draco can’t stop throwing daggers at Hermione’s back, ‘how dare she change her hair? Whoever didn’t recognize her enough to create a rumor that she’s a new witch is an idiot! She shouldn’t be changing her appearance like this it’s just not her, I’m going to have to teach her a lesson to not do this again… wait no WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING? Why the heck do I care? she doesn’t care she can do what she wants, she is not my problem and certainly not mine… at least anymore.’
The next day Hermione does the same thing to her hair again, she has finally caved in and decided to let Ginny straighten her hair with some potion called sleek-easy that most of the girls in their grade had used for according the Ginny, some time, she was a little bit nervous at first but decided to keep doing it for the rest of the week after noticing Draco’s reaction. She didn’t expect him to recognize her after everyone else didn’t, but he was the first and only one that did… she will keep up the same hair since it seems to be the only thing that will get his attention. ‘Maybe I shouldn’t have snapped at him when he asked me what happened to my hair, but I was so nervous I had to go on the defensive, and by the looks of it, it worked, the whole time he was throwing daggers at me with his eyes, hopefully he does the same thing the rest of the week, hopefully he start being nice to me again…’
Hermione and Draco had everyone’s eyes on them, just after the war this had become predictable and honestly a pain in the arse. He wanted her to have nothing to do with him after the outcome of the war that he so wanted. His family, his name, ended up at the wrong side of the war, contradictory to Hermione, she was the Golden Girl, forever praised and cherished, the brightest witch of their age… they weren’t wrong, she was, as she deserved all the good things after everything she went through. Draco in the other hand was someone she shouldn’t be friendly with, he didn’t deserve that, he didn’t deserve her.
As she walked into the classroom and sits down earlier than everyone else, she catches sleek white hair by the corner of her eye already sitting down, feeling his eyes on her she turns around and snaps at him.
“WHAT?” he smirks and narrows his eyes and scoffs
“Nothing Granger, just don’t you think it’s a little late for a makeover? Everyone knows already how you look like, don’t try and act like this is something you like this is not you” Hermione scoffs and rolls her eyes
“And since when do you care? sulking about not being able to make fun of my hair anymore? Maybe you should try and mind your business again.” Just as he was about to snap at her everyone started walking in and taking their seats. He sits back and watches her carefully, how is he going to make her change her hair back?
Draco didn’t think he wanted nothing more than to change her hair back, it was the only thing that kept him at bay, her hair... oh her hair, that the only things that kept him from forgetting their pass, that it wasn’t just a dream and she really had loved him, that they really had shared those moments together… muttering under his breath he cast some wandless spell on top of her hair to fix the problem, resting his back to his chair and finally starter paying attention to class with a satisfying smirk on his face.
Hermione left the class sweating profusely, she didn’t understand, she was fine, she didn’t feel hot, she felt quite cold, so why was she sweating so much ‘oh no my hair, its going to look a mess if I don’t calm down’ patting her hair franticly and casting multiple cooling charms she couldn’t make it stop. Walking into a bloody door she fell on the floor and looked up to a tall frame, looking down at her and smirking.
“Seems you are the one who missed me making fun of your hair, maybe try a stronger hold next time” turning his heels and walking away from her.
She stood up and with a puff and angry eyes ran to the lady’s room, noticing her hair in the mirror as soon as she walked in, back her usual puffy curly mess, not sweating anymore, took another potion and slathered it into her hair and casting multiple charms on top of it to create a stronger hold. She has never been ashamed of her hair, in fact she loves her hair, it’s a big part of her and will forever be her signature style, but for some reason seeing Malfoy be so angry to the point where he is talking to her again makes her want to go against his very clear wishes. ‘let’s see how you make this one go back’
Walking into Defense against the Dark Arts class, she left a soft exhale as she remembered it was only note taking for today and not actual dueling, not that she minded but with the events of a few minutes ago she decided it was best to not do any movements that would make her sweat. In the corner of her eye as she sat, she spotted the white hair that constantly haunt her dreams and decided to ignore and forget, he’s been making her remember their old escapades and she’s getting a big sense of Deja vu.
‘Maybe I should’ve kept the condensation on top of her head longer, and not assumed she didn’t have another damn bloody potion with her, I should just tell her she looks better with her natural hair, maybe she’ll comply, WHO am I kidding? She won’t do anything I tell her, unless not anymore.”
As the class ended Hermione excused herself from her friends grasps to go to the library, she had mend to go earlier but her hair had other plans, she needed to finish some research for an assignment. She ended up being there for hours, but she didn’t mind it was her time and she loved it, the smell of old books, the magic that radiated from them and just everything that this library was, a dream. She checked the time and shocked and, in a hurry, packed her bag and exited the library in a hurry, she couldn’t believe she was a few minutes before curfew, she was so late, she will not make it to her common room before curfew starts, she needed to hurry and be discreet.
Draco had been in the library the whole time she was there, he needed time to be alone with her, maybe then she’ll listen. He wanted to be nice but seeming everyone decided he hadn’t changed since the war, he decided it was best to stay the same with her at least in from of people. When alone he didn’t dare provoke her, he needed her to know he’s the same, but she just would not listen when he tried being cordial, maybe, hell just be the way he usually is when they used to be alone and maybe shell listen.
‘Granger hurry up! What is taking you so long? Almost 5 hours in the damn library and you haven’t finished? Ohhhh shit we’re going to be past curfew, she needs to hurry up’ looking up from his watch he looked around and saw no Granger, she was just there a minute ago ‘she must’ve realized the time, I have to get to her before she gets to the common room’ getting his robes and book bag, he followed the rout to their 8th grade common room. He could talk to her inside their shared space, but he didn’t want people to see her interact with him, they would ask questions and probably think he imperius her if she became friendly with him again in front of everyone.
He needed to talk to her, as he rounded a corner he saw her in from of him a bit farther out, he picked up his pace and heard Filch coming her way, no way no, his going to miss his change is he catches her, he picked up his pace right behind her, covered her mouth, picked her up and threw her in a very well hidden spot that he was too familiar with back in 6th year. With her mouth still covered, she turned around as he slammed himself against her front, wide eyes and with his free hand a finger in front of his mouth gesturing her to be quiet, that’s when she heard it, steps of Filch and Mrs. Norris, so close, chests heaving against each other, looking each other in the eyes as they wait from them to be far enough, They refused to break eye contact, they have gotten in this predicament and it wasn’t eithers choice, he really wanted to talk to her but that didn’t mean he wanted to corner her or get this close..
Draco couldn’t believe to be this close to her, touching her, and she’s letting him, maybe she never stopped trusting him, maybe just maybe he might be able to talk to her now. With his hand still on her mouth, and her wide honey golden eyes staring up at his, as he put his hand down, he let his hand trace her lips, and with his thumb he parted her mouth, “What are you doing?” she whispered as she allowed him to collect his thoughts by opening and closing his month several times, still tracing his thumb around her jaw and cheeks, he swallowed and answered with a trembling voice, “How dare you?..." "How dare I?" "...please bring your hair back, it’s the only thing keeping sane, don’t allow me to see you change and move on from what we once were, I miss you incredibly to the point that’s driving me mad, this dammed hair…” as he griped her hair and held her by the scalp, “…is the vain of my existence and I can’t see.. I can’t do it…”
“I thought you’ve moved on…” she responded with a trembling voice and watery honey eyes. “How could I ever move on from you witch?” holding her head to angle her better, he kissed her slow, parting her lips with his own he finally crashed his lips to hers, igniting both of their longing as she responded with equal enthusiasm, nibbling and biting and loving… maybe they could do this again… maybe she’ll take him back, maybe just maybe he just needed to be in her embrace one more time to get her out of his system, or maybe he really never moved on… Maybe she still loved him…