Spontaneous: A Short Dramione Story

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Hermione Granger narrowed her eyes at her best friend, Ronald Weasely, who was far too busy stuffing his face with numerous chicken sandwiches to notice the heated glare aimed at him. "What do you mean that I'm not fun? Why don't you want to go to Hogsmede with me?" she asked, crossing her arms in annoyance.

It was lunch time on a Tuesday in April of their repeating year at Hogwarts and Hermione had never wanted to punch Ron in the face more than she did now. The boy seriously needed to start watching what he said to people.

Compared to him, Hermione thought to herself in irritation, even Draco, her fellow Head occupant, was better. At least the blond boy knew what to say to make sure that she didn't get mad enough to want to get violent. In all honesty, Ron could learn something from Draco!

"Well, to be honest Hermione," Ron muttered, chewing with his mouth wide open as his eyes scanned the table for the next thing to scoop into his mouth, "you are kind of boring."

"What?!"

"No offence and all," Ron stated, holding up his hands in a sign of peace, "it's just that you don't do anything spontaneous! You just study and stuff. Even at Hogsmede, all you want to do is go to the bookshops, you won't go into the fun shops." He added, grabbing a small meat pie and taking a large bite out of it.

Hermione made a face at his behaviour and shuddered. To think that she'd actually had a crush on him...all those years of fawning over him, thank heavens that her eyes had been opened to the truth. She grimaced again at the idea of liking Ron romantically at all.

She recalled the conversation that she'd had with Draco about this topic last month during their Charms lesson. She'd tried to justify her school girl crush on her best friend to him. Hermione couldn't remember how the conversation had turned to that of all topics, but they'd done their work and had been allowed to talk and so they had.

He told her about the time he'd like Pansy for a few months, and Hermione had tried to explain why she'd liked Ron, but she'd been unable to. Hermione's mind had gone blank of all Ron's good qualities and Draco had laughed at the dumbfounded look on her face at her realisation.

And unlike Ron, Draco never made fun of her like this. He thought that it was admirable that she enjoyed studying. He thought that she was fun to be around. Stupid Ron.

"What fun shops? I go to the Quidditch shop and all the other stupid shops with you and Harry all the time. Just last week, I spent an hour watching you two fawning over a new broomstick like you'd never seen one before! And then we went to Fred and George's shop too, so that you could decide what treat to use as an excuse for not handing in your Potions essay yesterday!"

Ron's eyes widened and he glanced around them like he was making sure that none of the teachers were around before motioning for her to be quiet about the matter. "Yeah...well...you're just not a very spur-of-the-moment kind of person. You never have been." Ron muttered, shrugging like it was a fact. He took another large bite of the pie, before shovelling the entire thing into his mouth.

A spur-of-the-moment kind of person? What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"When in the last six years was I supposed to be spontaneous and fun whilst making sure that your butt didn't end up dead? It's not like we were exactly free to do whatever we wanted, and having fun whilst being on the run wasn't top priority, Ron." She crossed her arms, trying to decide exactly how offended she wanted to be at his words.

Seriously, what had she seen in him?

"Well...yeah, but you're not fun to hang out with even now! All you do is study and nag me about homework. And now that you and Malfoy are Heads, you're always hanging out with him too. I mean, I get that your friends or whatever now, but you don't even hang with Harry and me anymore!"

Was he seriously trying to blame the fact that he was a prick, on Draco now? She looked over at the Slytherin table where Draco and Blaise were laughing over something that Pansy way saying, and sighed. When was the last time that she'd laughed with her friends like that?

All Ron wanted to do nowadays was waste time and get into trouble. Ginny and Harry were always together and always busy. Neville had started studying herbology like his life depended on it was never free to hang out, and Luna was usually with him, keeping the wracklespurts away or something.

Even Lavender and the other girls had better things to do, and Hermione was always by herself. The only person willing to keep her company during those times was Draco. And Blaise and Pansy and Theo and the rest of the Slytherin students that she'd befriended. There was no way that she was going to let Ron talk badly about them!

At least Draco had the decency to listen to her!

"Ron, Dra-Malfoy and I are Heads of the school, we have responsibilities we have to take care of. Furthermore, what I chose to do with my time, is my business. Who I am friends with, doesn't concern you, especially since you never want to hang out with me anyway! Malfoy doesn't have anything to do with this conversation, you're the one who is being a prick!" Hermione said, gritting her teeth.

It had taken her ages to start talking to the Slytherin students naturally. Blaise had been easy to befriend; the boy was a social butterfly and liked to talk to anyone who was willing to listen. And via Blaise, she'd gotten to know Pansy and Theo and Millicent and eventually, Draco too.

Two months of patience and persistence later, she was happy to call Draco a friend at the least. There was no way that she was going to allow Ron of all people to tarnish that.

Besides, Draco wasn't a bad person. He'd been one of the first students from Slytherin to make a formal apology to all those he'd wronged, including her, and had been considerate about everyone since then. In fact, she hadn't heard a snide remark from the blond boy since the year had begun.

Unlike the idiot sitting in front of her, shovelling all the food he could manage into his mouth.

Ron didn't seem to like the fact that she was turning the tables on him and snorted at her, "whatever Hermione. Malfoy's always going to be a bad guy. I don't care if he joined the Order in the end and fought with us or whatever. He's the prick, and anyways, the war is over, why can't you, like chill out and have some fun with me and Harry?" Ron muttered, swallowing a mouthful of pumpkin juice and wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

Hermione sighed. She'd just explained why she'd couldn't ...hadn't he been listening at all? "I am trying to have fun with you! That's why I asked you if you wanted to go to Hogsmede this weekend! You're the one who said no!"

"Yeah, because you're no fun!"

Hermione wanted nothing more than to rip his hair out right now. Did he not understand English? She would have happily explained it to him in Ancient Ruins, except he was failing that class too. "Fun? How is it fun to go and get completely drunk and turn up late to class and end up getting detention? Just because I have a brain and I know how to use it, means I'm not fun?" She asked, incredulously.

Ron scratched the back of his neck, confused at her anger at him. It took him a moment to figure out what she'd said and scowl, not liking that she was making him sound like an idiot, "no, it's just that you don't do anything with us anymore. The only thing you do is study and hang out with Malfoy!"

Hermione struggled for words and groaned, crossing her arms in frustration. Before it had been that she spent too much time with him and Harry, and now it was that she didn't spend enough time? Did he not understand the amount of pressure and responsibilities that she had as Head Girl now?

His arguments literally made no sense! How was she supposed to be fun-loving, if the only definition of fun he has was doing stupid things? And why did he keep mentioning Draco? What was he, jealous?

No, the very idea of Ron being jealous of Draco Malfoy was...she frowned...actually, it wasn't that ridiculous. Ron tended to get pissed at anything that he didn't like, and now that she was friends with some of the Slytherin students too, he seemed even more tense.

Then again, Ron was as thick as seven volumes of encyclopaedias taped together, it was kind of hard to tell what he was thinking at times like this. Only last week, he'd scowled at her for three hours after he'd spotted her and Pansy talking in the hallway outside the potions classroom.

"I can be fun." She finally stated with conclusiveness, nodding her head as if she agreed with that statement.

Ron rolled his eyes, "oh yeah? Go on then, do something spontaneous."

Hermione froze, her mind going blank. "Now?"

"Why not? We don't have class until this afternoon and we both know that you don't have homework to do. Go on, do something crazy." He smirked at her like he knew that he'd already won the argument and Hermione felt her left eye twitch in irritation.

Stupid Ron. There was no way that she would be able to live this down if she didn't do anything now. He would never let her forget this for the rest of her life. she could imagine it now, on her wedding day, as he was giving a speech as her friend:

"Remember the time you weren't brave enough to do something spontaneous, Hermione? Well, look at you! Getting married and all! I guess you finally learned to be impulsive, huh? Hahahaha...waiter another glass of fire whisky!"

Hermione swallowed heavily at the horror of that image and glanced around the Great Hall where the students were having lunch, her eyes scanning the room in contemplation and worry. This had been a bad idea. She'd already dug herself a grave, she had to get out of it somehow.

What could she do that would prove to Ronald stupid Weasely that she was fun, but not get her into trouble with the teachers?

Set off fireworks or start a food fight maybe? That was crazy and spontaneous, right? But, Fred and George had done that in their time, and it wasn't exactly being spontaneous if she was just copying what they'd done before. Plus, she would get into trouble!

Hermione was so engrossed in trying to figure out what to do, that she didn't even realise that Ginny and Harry had arrived until the red-haired girl snapped her fingers in front of her face and raised an eyebrow in question.

"What are you two arguing about now?" Ginny asked, seating herself beside Hermione.

"Are they having another argument?" Harry added in as he seated himself beside Ginny and dropped a kiss on her cheek. Hermione watched Ron's face grimace at their display of affection and rolled her eyes. He seriously needed to get over the fact that his sister and best friend were dating. It was old news.

"Ron thinks I'm not fun. He thinks I'm a prude who only knows how to study." Hermione stated calmly, before taking a bite of her sandwich and scowling at the red-haired boy.

Ginny sighed, knowing that it had to something like that to piss off Hermione this much. Her brother was an idiot, what was he thinking, annoying the Head Girl? Hermione wasn't shy in removing points, even from her own house, and she would happily do so, if he kept irritating her.

Stupid Ron.

Ginny smiled at Hermione, grabbing herself a sandwich as she tried to calm the girl down before they lost all the house points they had. Last week, Ron's drunken entrance into Potions had lost them three hundred points and they were straggling behind Hufflepuff now. They couldn't afford to lose any more points.

"Ron's an idiot, Hermione, ignore him. You're plenty of fun, and there is nothing wrong with studying either, he's just jealous because he'd stupid." She said, as if that was all there was to it.

Hermione smiled back, but something didn't settle well in her mind. Even though Ginny said that, there was a something about her words that made the brightest witch of her age, pause in thought.

Was it true then? People really thought that the only thing she did was study? Was she actually a prude? No...no way...she knew how to have fun! Even Blaise and Draco had told her that she was fun! And they weren't the type to lie.

"I can be fun," Hermione muttered to no one in particular, pushing her plate and her half-finished lunch away from her in annoyance.

Ginny sighed, "I know you can, Hermione. Don't let my idiot brother bother you."

"Oi, I'm right here. Stop calling me an idiot!" Ron cut in, glaring at her before grabbing another meat pie.

Hermione glanced at Harry, who'd been listening to the conversation keenly, and he smiled at her kindly when he spotted her gaze. At least Harry was on her side, he knew her well enough to know that she could be fun, if she wanted to be. He didn't mind that she was friends with the Slytherin students either, in fact, he even got along with Draco nowadays.

They weren't best friends, but they sure weren't enemies anymore. Harry understood her...now, if only Ron would shut the hell up!

"Anyway, Hermione was just about do something spontaneous. Right now, weren't you Hermione?" Ron egged, smirking at her.

Stupid, stupid Ron.

Hermione scowled, what the hell was she supposed to do that would prove to him that if not fun, that she was at least spontaneous? That she was someone unpredictable, who enjoyed living on the wild side of life.

Even if that wasn't who she was.

What irritated Ron? Ginny and Harry's relationship...kind of...and the Slytherin students too...Malfoy...

Hermione sat up straight, her mind whirling at the idea in her head. The very fact that such a thought had even entered her mind made her want to slap her brain. What on earth was she thinking? Had she gone mad with pride?

And this feeling...what was this feeling in her stomach at the very idea of doing something so crazy? Butterflies...were there insects in her stomach? No, that wasn't logically possible, but it certainly felt like it...

"Well, Hermione? What are you going to do, then?" Ron commented, biting into another meat pie like he hadn't eaten three already.

The butterflies in her stomach decided to develop legs and start dancing as her face suddenly flushed and she gulped. It had taken her months to even get a good rapport going with the entire school, and now, because of Ron's stupidity, she was willing to ruin that?

To ruin the fragile relationship that she'd managed to grasp with her fingertips? She didn't want to ruin what she had, she couldn't...

...But it was...technically, something that she could do without getting into trouble with the teachers. And...it wasn't really...that big of a deal, right? Plus, it would shut up Ron for good about her lack of spontaneousness.

Urg, the fact that the boy was using the one big word that he knew against her like he was so smart!

Her heart raced. No...what was she thinking? This was crazy! Far too crazy for her to even contemplate doing...what would the teachers think? Her friends? What if word got out and someone like Rita Skeeter found out? Hermione would have to kiss her normal life goodbye once again, and right after things had settled down with the press after the war had ended.

The butterflies in her stomach started dancing the waltz and Hermione took a hesitant mouthful of pumpkin juice, hoping it would drown the critters or something.

Harry narrowed his eyes at Hermione and frowned, watching her flushed face in contemplation before scanning the hall discreetly. Was she going to...?

"Fine, I'll do something spontaneous, but if I do, will you admit that I'm fun and do your homework by yourself for the rest of the month?"

What?

What?!

That hadn't been what she's wanted to say!!! Had she really just said those words? What was she thinking? Now there was no way that she could back out of it! Ron would never let it go and would hold it over head for the rest of her life if she chickened out now!!

She should've just ignored Ron and pretended that she had no idea what he was talking about. What was the point of proving him wrong? What the hell was she going to gain from this?

Her body felt like she'd been in the sun for far too long. It was getting really hot in the hall, and Hermione fanned herself.

Ron laughed, "sure, if you do something crazy, right here, in the Great Hall, I won't ever bring up this conversation or make fun of you when you're studying and I'll do my homework by myself for two months!"

The arrogance in his voice was enough of a reason to do it, she clenched her fingers. If it would shut him up and get him to leave her alone for two whole months, that was reason enough to do it. It was obvious that he thought that she couldn't do anything by herself, and it irritated her that he was judging her so easily.

No, wait...she couldn't!

"Fine. You heard him, right Harry, Ginny? I'm holding you two as witnesses to what he just said." Hermione told the couple, who nodded at her and then glanced at each other in worry. Unlike Ron, both Ginny and Harry were aware of the things that could happen if Hermione set her mind to it.

What was the brunet girl planning?

Hermione bit the inside of her check, contemplating the pros and cons of her decision. Her reputation would be wounded for sure and she would have to put up with a lot of stares and rumours for months at the least, but Ron's pride would be ruined too, and that as a fair exchange...or at least, that's what she told herself as she took a deep breath and glared at Ron.

And she would finally have an excuse to...

She raised her nose in the air and crossed her arms, "get ready to eat your words, Ronald Weasely," she stated calmly, "I'm going to be so spontaneous, you're going to choke on that chicken leg."

She stood up from her seat and adjusted her uniform, trying to buy time to build up her courage. Digest the butterflies, Granger, she told herself as she got up and headed towards the front of the Great Hall, where the teachers were having lunch.

"What is she thinking?" Ginny muttered, worried as she watched the purposeful way in which her friend was walking. That look of determination on Hermione's face wasn't new, but there was a glint in her eyes that Ginny had never seen before, and her instincts were telling her that something irrational was about to happen.

"Who cares? It's not like she's actually going to do anything crazy! Maybe she'll tell McGonagall that she didn't do her homework or something?" Ron muttered.

Harry glanced at his best friend and sighed, "you shouldn't underestimate her, Ron. When she makes up her mind to do something, no one can stop her. She's the reason we're alive, you know that." Harry glanced after Hermione, and bit his lip, an idea forming in his head about what she was probably going to do and not knowing how to feel about it.

Ron just shrugged it off, eating, as if nothing was happening.

Upon reaching the front of the Great Hall, Hermione looked at the teachers. They were eating and discussing classes like normal, and she wondered if she ought to change her plan and tell McGonagall she didn't do her homework or something...that was spontaneous, right?

No, Ron wouldn't accept that, plus she would be lying.

She'd done all her homework last week.

Before her fear could make a coward out of her, she settled her mind and headed to her left.

"What the hell is she doing?" Ginny muttered, standing up to get a better view. People around her noticed her sudden action and stood up too, watching in confusion as Hermione Granger headed away from the Gryffindor table whilst her friends watched on.

Gryffindor table standing up in turn made Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw interested too, and soon enough, most of, if not all the students of the three tables were standing on their feet, watching in baited breath for what was to come. Ron stood up too, still eating in disinterest.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione ignored the sudden attention that she was getting from everyone and guided her body like it was on autopilot all the way to the Slytherin table, waking almost robotically towards the seventh years seated around having lunch, staring at her in confusion as she headed towards them.

Blaise waved at her causally, his expression however, questioning her motive for being there. Pansy raised an eyebrow at the girl, wondering what she was doing here.

"What the hell is she doing?" Ginny whispered as Hermione glanced stoically at Ron as if to say 'watch this spontaneous act of craziness, loser.'

She stopped behind Draco Malfoy, and tapped his shoulder, gulping again when he glanced at her in surprise and stood up to face her, wondering what was going on.

"Granger?" he asked, unsurely. There was a look in her eyes that told him that she wasn't here on official business, and the flush to her face made it seem like she'd ran all the way here. He glanced at Blaise and Pansy, who both shrugged.

Draco wondered if he'd done something wrong. He'd been trying his very best to be civil to everyone now. Apologising had been the first step towards making sure that something like the war wouldn't happen again.

He'd been grateful for the title of Head Boy; it was a chance to prove to everyone that he had changed. And he'd been even more grateful towards Hermione, who'd been willing to work with him without complaint. She treated him like an equal and had forgiven him for the terrible sins that he'd committed, and Draco had no shame in admitting that he respected and admired the girl a lot.

They were...they talked about everything. He was comfortable around her; she was so much fun to be around. Before she'd started talking to them, Draco couldn't remember a single conversation that he'd had with any of his friends that had been worth remembering.

Even now, right before she'd materialised behind him, he'd been discussing the possibility of asking her along with him, Blaise and Pansy to Hogsmede this weekend. To him, Hermione was...She was...

"Granger, is everything alright?" he asked, worried that he may have done something to cause her such distress. She looked so flushed, like she was about to faint any second now.

"Ron was being a prick, I'm sorry!" she whispered to him. He frowned, not understanding what she was talking about.

But then, she grabbed him by the collar and taking a deep breath, leaned in and kissed him squarely on the mouth.

In front of the whole school.

Ron choked on his chicken leg and Ginny turned bright red. Harry let out a sigh and rubbed his forehead like he had a headache and Snape begrudgingly handed McGonagall a hundred-pound note.

The silence was noxious, the entire school was too baffled at what was happening to move at all, or to say anything.

Hermione felt the butterflies in her stomach start the salsa as she pressed her lips to Draco's, her eyes tightly shut and her face flushed deep red. Her fingers were clenched tightly around the collar of his uniform, holding him in place, but he didn't struggle or move away, frozen in place, like her.

His lips were surprisingly warm and soft, and for a moment, Hermione felt like her heart was about to explode. Why wasn't he pushing her away? Why was she still kissing him? Why didn't she want to let him go?

It was not much more than a peck really, their lips pressed firmly against each other's, but by the time Hermione broke the kiss, and let him go, she was gasping for air, aware that she had breathed at all.

It took her a further second to realise that he was breathing deeply too, his normally calm demeanour, broken by the slight tinge to his face and his widened grey eyes.

"Granger...?"

Draco stared at her wide eyes, his lips parted in shock, his fingers tracing his lips like he was trying to make sure that that had in fact just happened. His breathing was uneven, shaky and his heart was beating so loudly, he couldn't hear anything else but it's crazy rhythm.

"Err..." Hermione stumbled for words, and being unable to explain, she blushed once more and ran out of the hall.

"HERMIONE!" Everyone looked over at the Gryffindor table were Ronald Weasely looked like he'd decided to take a dip in red paint. His face was puffed up and red and his fists were clenched around chicken legs like they were swords, as he gaped after the girl who'd just run off.

"HERMIONE! DID YOU JUST KISS THE FERRET?"

Harry Potter didn't seem as bothered, though he was rubbing his forehead and sighing, and Ginny Weasely was just blinking a lot, her face pulled into an expression of shock and confusion.

Everyone switched their attention to the Slytherin table, as Draco Malfoy suddenly straightened out his cloak, adjusting his collar like it had become ruffled by the wind, and not by the Hermione Granger grabbing him. He brushed away invisible lint from his shoulders and cleared his throat loudly enough for everyone in the vicinity to hear, and stated calmly, "excuse me," before he stiffly bowed his head and walked out of the room, his face passive of any emotion whatsoever.

The moment he too, disappeared, it was like a spell had been cast and everyone else broke out in alarmed mutters and whispers at what this all meant.

Hermione Granger had just kissed Draco Malfoy!

Ron looked so confused, Ginny almost felt sorry for him, but she couldn't exactly take all the blame away from him either. Technically, he was the reason that had just happened, but she couldn't believe that Hermione had done something so crazy like that!

She'd ben curious about the friendship between Hermione and Malfoy for a while now, but that way she'd just kissed the boy in front of the whole school had been like she was announcing to the world that Draco Malfoy was hers or something.

Did Hermione...?

And Malfoy had seemed flustered too...

Ginny turned around and stared at her boyfriend and her brother, sighing at the two of them, "well, you have to admit, that was very spontaneous." She told them sheepishly.

Ron groaned and banged his head against the table.

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