This one is just little one shots, for if Draco, Harry and Hermione were best friends instead of Ron, they all ended up in ravenclaw (because I feel like it's a good compromise), and Dramione is a thing.

(After the chamber of secrets, when Hermione awakes from her petrified slumber.)

      At first it's hard to see, I'm looking for something- no some one, but I can't think who. Then my vision comes into focus and I know who, because he isn't there. Harry is though, he is rubbing my arm and reading a book to me. When he finally realizes that I've woken, he sit's up straighter and smiles brightly.

       "Hermione! You're awake! It had taken so long, we had feared you would never open your eyes." 'We' was the representation of two, two boys who I loved, two boys which I truly cared for, two boys that should both be there but one in particular is not. When he notices my solemn expression, he lifts a brow and quickly blurts, "Snape dragged him away! I swear Hermione, he's been with you every second of it, for two weeks he sat in this chair. He even told me to read you this book as he kicked Snape for making him leave. Bloody Snape." Although he is bitter towards Snape, he has a sort of lightened feeling about him that I haven't seen since first year. 

     "Do you think I'm free to go find him?" I ask, hope, filling my voice as I begin to undo the covers even before he answers. 

      "Don't see how I could stop you." He flits his eyes back down the book in his hand and slowly pulls the pillows under the blanket to look like a person and then folds it up and continues to read aloud. I begin to walk away but he touches my wrist, "Shhh, she's sleeping!" He whisper yells, giving me a stern look and a wink.

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     I pass many people in the halls, Neville waves and Ginny gives me a sheepish look which I return with a kind smile. it's not her fault she was possessed. She's a truly sweet girl, with a great amount of spunk and drive, surely if she could have, she would have stopped the madness Riddle had caused. Maybe even- The potions room. All of my thoughts of Ginny and the chamber fade as I reach for the handle, only one word rushes through my head, Draco. 

     I swing the door open and see them conversing, Draco facing away from me, Snape towards me. Snape's eyes find me and turn even colder than before, while Draco slowly turns, and then smiles brightly.

     "Draco!" I exclaim.

       "Granger!" The relief and joy in his voice makes my heart do somersaults.

     Then I'm running and he is quickly moving towards me, not nearly soon enough I reach him and jump into his harms. His silky robe and even silkier hair rest between my fingers and I sigh in relief. 

     "I leave for five minutes and Potter's boring voice can't keep you asleep in the short period I'm gone!" I laugh and he hugs me tighter. One of his hands rests on the small of my back, the other in my hair, pulling only a little as if to make sure I'm real. 

      When I open up my eyes, I find Snape glaring at us, but as I look closer, he appears to be withholding a very, very small smile. Hmm. A smile from Snape. Minuscule if from anyone but Snape. Hmm. A smile.

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(On the train to Hogwarts, third year, based off of a meme I found, thank you Pintrist!)

        I walk into the car with three chocolate frogs in my hands and a box of Every Flavored Beans. The first thing I do when I enter is smile at Harry, throw him his frog, and then plop down in my seat and lay my head in Draco's lap, contently fiddling with the chocolate frog box as I stare into the carvings on the ceiling.

      "Hermione, Malfoy called me an idiot." Harry says, pulling off the slim cardboard of the top of his box and pouting like a child. 

    I reach my hand up and hit Draco on the back of the head, rolling my eyes, "Draco! Apologize right now!" I exclaim in my most motherly voice.

      He sighs, "Fine." He looks at Harry and gives him a smirk, uh oh, "I'm sorry you're such an idiot." I stifle a laugh but then swat him again. Harry's face goes into a mix between amusement, shock and anger, and knowing him he'll gasp like a child. Gasp. And so he does.

    Draco laughs hysterically and Harry throws a wrapping at him, which he dodges playfully. 

     "Well now you don't get a frog. And only the worst flavored Beans for you mister!" He also gasps like a child and takes my accusing pointer finger and tosses it to the side. Then he shakes his head and tickles my ribs, causing me to squirm and squeal but never give up the frog. Once done with the tickling, he leans in real close, his face upside down, hovering over mine.

     "I'll have to kiss you or kill you. Your choice Granger." He smirks and moves a little bit closer. 

    I roll my eyes, "Kill me? Ha! You wouldn't last a day without me." Then I grab his face with my free hand and pull his upside down lips to mine. We've kissed before, many a times, but this one is beautiful and awkward and hot all at the same time. He grins into the kiss and my smirk disappears as it deepens and he slowly slides the frog from my fingers. Finally the kiss breaks and my lips feel cold and empty without his. 

    Harry clears his throat in clear discomfort, "I still don't think I'm an idiot."

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(Third year, not pertaining to the initial Prisoner Of Azkaban story.)

            Hermione sits curled into Harry's shoulder as they look into the distance of the beautiful view from Hogwarts. Hermione trembles as Harry rubs her back, wordless. Draco leaves the building looking for the two when he sees them sitting in the grass. He cocks his head and looks at them for a moment in wonder, then he sees Hermione press her face further into Harry's shoulder and suddenly his feet begin to move before his brain tells them to.

       "Potter? What in the bloody hell are you doing?" His voice comes out jealous and cold. Harry turns his head to look at Draco and his eyes go wide, but Hermione stays in her position, frozen.

       "Malfoy it's not-" Harry began, but Draco cut him off with a sharp tone, "Not what, hm? Not you holding my girlfriend as if she were yours?" Harry stands up but Hermione stays where she is.

       "That is what I thought you would say. You know Malfoy, you can be a real git sometimes." Harry's voice is cool and collected, but frustrated at the same time.

     "Git!? Me a git!? What about you, you bloody liar, you told me you'd be in the library studying. This doesn't look like the bloody library does it?" He raises an eyebrow and his eyes keep flickering to Hermione who tries to suppress her shudders.

      "I didn't lie!" He takes a deep breath but continues, "I was headed to the library but then Hermione found me, she was in a fit of tears, didn't say word, just kept crying, so I brought her out here where she could have some air and then we sat down. I was comforting her until you came out here like a wild dragon. She was particularly unhappy so I figured you had done something wrong. She wouldn't say anything though."

       Draco's eyes soften and he looks to Hermione, who's back is still to him, "'Mione?" She just shakes her head 'no' slightly and continues to sit in silence, her chin on her knees. Draco slowly walks around her, finally seeing her face which is clearly red, her eyes surrounded by pink rings and tears, while her lip quivers. "Oh 'Mione." He kneels to the ground, staining his nice pants. She refuses to make eye contact so he puts a soft finger beneath her chin and lifts her head for her eyes to meet his, deep brown eyes full of sorrow.

      Suddenly she can't take it any longer and she folds over into a full sob. Draco swiftly pulls her into his arms and she climbs into his lap, clutching his shirt as she cries into his chest. He holds her still like an anchor, his strong arms envelope her and his hands rub her back and clutch her hair. 
       Finally, after a long time of silence, his voice strong but deeply concerned and intense, "Who did it Hermione?" His eyes harden and he clutches her closer. "Who did this to you?"

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(Fifth Year, Draco, Harry, Luna and Hermione at Hogsmeed walking toward the fence blocking the shrieking shack.)

         My arm is curled tightly around Hermione's shoulders as she clutches its hand in hers. Harry and Luna hold hands and we all stroll happily through the glimmering snow. Hermione wears my sweatshirt - seeing as she refuses to give it back and it looks better on her anyways - although it is far too big for her and falls to her knees. 

     I watch as Luna releases er grip on Harry's hand and runs out into the now falling snow, sticking out her tongue and twirling, giggling and letting her hair fly every which way. When she stops she finds Harry looking at her with a wide grin and dreamy eyes like a puppy dog, she blushes and then rushes back to him, giving him a quick kiss and taking his hand back in hers. 

     Suddenly, I feel Hermione let go of my hand and suddenly I'm watching as she runs clumsily through the snow to a fence, looking beyond it to the shrieking shack. I slowly come up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist from behind and kiss her ear. She giggles and says something about the shrieking shack being haunted, but I don't listen, I only nuzzle my cold nose in her hair and kiss her neck. Her hands slide down to find mine and she makes circles on my palms. 

      We stay like that for a while but I decide it's not enough, so I guide her into the open space and begin to dance with her through the snow. I hum a waltz tune and twirl her around, keeping my face close and gently guiding her clumsy feet around the snow. 

      Soon enough, Harry and Luna stand to join us, happily doing their own quirky dance.

     I try to tell her she is beautiful, that I wouldn't rather be with anyone in the world, that I have never met anyone in the world that makes me feel like she makes me feel, that I would read as many books with her, drink as much coffee with her, sleep every night with her, just to keep her close, just to keep dancing like we are now. That she is my smile, my soul, my laugh, my tears, my heart, my reason, my joy. That I love her. But she shuts me up with a soft and delicate kiss. And so we keep dancing.