This Was Not Supposed To Happen.

This is an AU. Granger got sorted into Ravenclaw. Voldemort died when he killed Harry's parents. The kids all went to school together, and just had regular school rivalries, no war. This takes place after Hogwarts. Glamorous Hermione, she will still have faults, just being frumpy won't be one of them.

Draco's Inspo is Lucky Blue Smith. I know everyone uses him for Scorpius, but I am not a big Next Gen fan, and think he is a perfect Draco.

It wasn't often that Draco found himself at the Public Wizarding Library in London, the private collection at the Manor was one of the best in not only Wizarding England, but all of Europe. However, The public Library was quite large, and when going through the more unused and neglected parts of it, sometimes a gem could be found. He was currently perusing the Ancient Illyrian Rune section, every book covered in a thick layer of dust. He had had the section to himself all morning, nice and quite, until he heard the pitter patter of hurrying feet coming his way.

Looking up from where he had just put a large tomb back, a woman came scurrying around the corner, looking behind her in a panic. She faced forward just in time to stop before colliding with him, and that's when Draco got a good look at her,

Hermione Granger.

They had gone to school together, he hadn't thought of the snooty Ravenclaw in ages. He saw the moment the recognition of who he was washed over her face, and she smiled.

Well that was unexpected.

"Malfoy, oh thank the Gods!"

And then she launched herself into his arms.

Draco froze. Hermione Granger, muggle-born swot, his nemesis for all 7 years of school, had her arms thrown around him, and her head buried in the crook of his neck, her body pressed fully against his. Her soft curves melting into him.

This was not supposed to happen.

And then another person was running into the small, supposed to be deserted, alcove, a man this time. He stopped short, breathing heavily, his eyes wide in surprise. He looked familiar. David Belger, or was it Bulger? He was a year above them, Gryffindor if he remembered right. Medium height, black hair down to his shoulders. His wand was out in his hand. A short reddish color, maybe 8 inches.

Wrapping an arm around the dark haired Witch, Draco used his free hand to pull out his own wand. Obsidian in color, 13 n half inches blackthorn wood.

"Well what do we have here?"

Bugler put on a nervous smile, lowering his wand to point to the ground, but not putting it away.

"Ah! Malfoy isn't it? Imagine seeing you here, it's been ages."

Malfoy tilted his head to the side.

"Yes, it has. Looks like we are having a bit of a school reunion here today. Now if you could answer my question, what seems to be going on here?"

The dark haired boy leaned casually against a bookshelf, putting a friendly smirk on his face.

"Me and Granger here were just catching up is all. She got a bit shy on me, came to make sure she was ok."

Malfoy lifted his eyebrows at the boy.

"Granger, Head Girl of her year, shy you say?" The sarcasm dripped from his voice like honey.

"Aww come on Malfoy, you know how these Mudbloods can get."

The girl in his arms stiffened, and he tightened his hold on her.

"Really Buggle, must you resort to such crass language? Bad enough you have to, quite literally, chase down Ladies and force your… ah, affections on them."

He dragged out the word affections, lifting his upper lip he gave a slight sneer.

The man's grin fell, his fist turning white around his wand.

"Really Malfoy, she is hardly a Lady, and its Baglier-"

"Your name is Bug for all I care, because that is all you are to me." Draco cut him off. "Now leave."

Taking a step forward, Bug sputtered, his face turning beat red.

"You can't be serious, all this over the likes of her?"

Draco let out a low chuckle, and leaned his cheek against the top of Grangers head.

"Ugh, Gryffindors really are just the worst, aren't they darling?"

Lifting his wand, he slashed it once, twice, and three times. Slicing hexes cut across both Bagels arms, and one deep on his cheek. The man stumbled backwards, gripping at his face in surprise.

"Fine take the slut, for all I care!"

And with those final boorish words, he made a hasty retreat.

Putting his wand away after he could no longer hear the other man's retreating steps. Draco sighed, his arm still around Granger, he used his free hand to gently lift her head up by her chin, to meet his eyes. There were tears on her cheeks, her big brown doe eyes were large and glassy.

"Well look at that. You actually are quite pretty when you cry. I usually can't abide crying women. Leave it up to you Granger, Ms. Perfect at everything, you even cry well."

That brought a small giggle out of the girl. That was better, he had never in all 7 years of school seen the girl cry, or break down. He found it quite disconcerting. Grabbing a kerchief from inside his robe, he handed it over to her.

Slowly disentangling herself from him, she took his kerchief from him, wiping away at her tears. Once her face was all cleaned up, with a heaving sigh she leaned against the bookcase, and gazed up at him. Her eyes roving over him curiously.

"Thank You Malfoy."

Draco bowed his head to her in return, giving her his own once over. He had not seen the girl in 3 years. She hadn't changed much, a bit tall standing at around 5'7, soft curves and long legs. Her hair was longer now though, the length of it pulling her curly hair into a bit of submission. Instead of wild curls, her hair fell in luscious waves, that still curled at the ends.

"Sooooo, that time of the month eh?"

Draco took more pleasure than he should have at watching her face turn the most deliciously dark shade of red, her shoulders rising and going stiff, oh yes, she looked like an angry cat. Her claws ready to come out at any moment.

Of course her claws wouldn't come out though. She couldn't perform Magic properly. The first 2 days of a Witches Monthly always made her magic go a bit haywire, nothing too bad, usually spells all but fizzled out. But for someone as powerful as Mrs. Hermione Granger, well it had been spectacular to behold back in school. Her spells did not fizzle out, they went completely bonkers. Unable to control the power behind them, Draco had personally seen her perform what should have been a simple levitation charm on her quill, and turned into her lifting all the tables in the entire classroom to the ceiling. Smashing them to pieces.

"How-"

"How did I know? Granger, come now. You were one of the strongest Witches in our Year-"

"THE strongest Witch-" She cut him off this time, jutting her chin out as she spoke.

Draco bowed his head in acceptance to her with a smirk.

"Yes, of course. Taking care of a buffoon like Bug should not be a problem for you. Under normal circumstances that is."

Granger rolled her eyes at him, and looked away, taking in the isle they were in for the first time.

"Some things never change, still a bit of a bully eh Malfoy?"

"Speaking of. Considering our past what made you think I would be any help? I don't exactly fit the role of 'Hero,' let alone considering our history."

Granger turned her gaze back to Draco. Pushing herself away from the bookcase she stepped into his personal space. His vision was filled with overly large deep dark brown eyes, and dark wavy coffee colored tresses.

"Because Draco, though you were always a bully, you were also a Gentleman. There were boundaries even you would never cross."

She ran her small hands over the lapels of his robes. Her fingers were long and delicately shaped, the back of her hands were tan, like the rest of her, with freckles across her knuckles. She also had a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. He had never been this close to her before, close enough to notice freckles.

Her body was molded against his again, a satisfied smirk on her face.

"Wh-What are you doing Granger?" He did not stutter, Draco Malfoy did not stutter.

He felt something hard against his back, the bookcase. He hadn't even known he had been backing up. She had cornered him.

"Now If I remember correctly, in the Old Customs, it is customary for a Witch to give a Boon to Wizards that have done a service to them in some way, yes?"

Draco's could feel his eyes brows climbing up his forehead.

"Those customs are reserved for Pureblood society Granger, they hardly pertain to yo-"

"Ah-ah-ah." She brought one of her hands up between their faces, and wagged a finger back and forth in tune with her 'Ah's'.

"As you said before, I am the strongest Witch of our year, I also happen to be the strongest Witch to come out of Hogwarts in 3 decades. We both know the old families turn a blind eye when raw power is involved. I've already had 3 offers for courtship come my way from some veeery respectable families."

"What!" Draco stiffened at this. His hand coming up to grab her by the waist.

"What offers? Who?"

Granger merely smiled back at him as he scowled down at her.

"That is neither here nor there, right now. We are discussing your Boon."

Draco gulped audibly. Boons were rarely done in this day and age, and were usually token gifts such as a lock of the ladies hair, or a jeweled pin from her hat. Of course it was much different in times past. Something he knew a swot like Hermione Granger would have most likely read up on. His father had told him of a Boon gifted to a Wizard by a Witch that he had helped save from an over amorous Centaur. It seemed the Witch had not wanted saving though. She had bestowed upon him a Boon, it came in the guise of a simple kerchief, like the one he had given to Granger earlier. But it had been enchanted, enchanted in such a way as to make the Wizard impotent…

And seeing as how Granger was on her cycle no less, the chances of any boon she gave him backfiring, seemed guaranteed.

"Now see here Granger, there really is no nee-"

And then she was kissing him. Hermione Granger, the ice queen. Beautiful, cold, muggle-born Granger was kissing him, Draco Malfoy.

Her arms wrapped around him, her hands buried in his hair. Her lips were warm, soft, and plush against his own. Soon enough she was licking her way into his mouth, and it was simply exquisite. She tasted slightly sweet. Did she still chew on Sugar quills while at the library, as she used to during school?

And with a soft sigh of a moan from her, he felt a jolt of warmth, a magical charge coming off of her, and enveloping him.

And then she was gone, stepping away, out of his reach, smiling at him.

She was breathing deeply, her chest rising and falling in the most distracting way. That made him notice that he was as well. It was just a kiss, yet he was gasping for air like he just got done flying a Quidditch game.

And with a small mock of a curtsey she was gone. He could hear her footsteps slowly pitter patter on the stone floor, getting farther and farther away. Draco was left, leaning against a bookcase. He brought his fingers up to touch his lips. A kiss. A kiss was in fact quite a traditional gift when it came to Boons. He hadn't though she would have…

With a shake of his head, Draco straightened out, running his hands over his chest, smoothing out the lines of his robes. That was not supposed to happen.

Very short first chapter. This will be a 3 chap story, maybe 4. Eventual M rating.

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