Chapter One- Snowy Questions
Hermione glanced out the window behind her and sighed. It had been snowing nonstop all weekend and it had gotten quite bothersome. At first it had been nice to have a snow day. At first, staying by the fire with a good book and a nice cup of tea had fulfilled the student’s time, but by the next day when the snow had yet to melt people became restless. There was no schoolwork to preoccupy them and no one dare go outside in the weather except a few Quidditch players who at this moment were in Madam Promfry's care for frostbite. As much as Hermione loved reading, she was quite disappointed too because that day she was planning on going to Hogsmeade to buy some fresh parchment.
She turned back to her to book only to be disrupted by a large slamming coming from the portrait hole. Draco Malfoy the git of Hogwarts waltzed in like he lived there and plopped himself in the couch. Well, he did live there much to Hermione's dismay. They were both heads and have to share a common place that connected to their rooms. Draco put his feet up on the table and glanced at Hermione.
"Reading's not everything you know that, right Granger?"
She acknowledge him without looking up, "Why don't you do something useful for once and go outside," she gestured to the window behind her, "I bet the snow would do you some good."
He smirked and tisked his teeth, "Granger, Granger, Granger who taught you manners, when a handsome man comes in your presence you are supposed to swoon and kiss him into oblivion."
She scoffed and closed her book, "I do not swoon Malfoy, nor do I kiss annoying little ferrets. Now, if you excuse me, I have an essay to finish. Why don't you run off to your girlfriend Pansy and leave me alone.” She got up and stormed up to her room only to realize her key wasn't on her. She couldn't use magic to open the door. She hadn't wanted Malfoy to get into her room so she put a charm on the door so magic didn't work on it. It seemed like a good idea at the time. She sat outside her room for a while, wanting to save the last of her dignity, but then gave up and sulked back into the common room. She walked in to find a smirking Draco sitting on the love seat, grin as big as the Cheshire cat.
She fiddled with her jacket, "Malfoy do you happen to know where—",
"Kitchen, second cupboard from the left," if possible his grin got even wider. She sighed and started a slow walk of shame to the kitchen only for a big blur of blond to pass her by and beat her there. She ran into the said room only to find a Draco Malfoy standing by the kitchen’s small table holding something behind his back. She gave him a strange look and looked in the cupboard he said her key was in. Nothing was there except some old beans and something that looked like bottled vomit.
She turned back to him, "Draco Lucius Malfoy give me back my key or I will hurt you!"
Draco wavered for a moment remembering her punch from the third year but decided what he was about to do was worth all the pain she could inflict on him. "Granger, ever sense we became heads our fights have become more childish and playful then mean and cruel. The war is over and I think it's time to burn the fence, or whatever that muggle saying is and start anew," he held out the hand that wasn't holding the key as an offer to shake it.
She looked confused for a moment but then decided to play along. She took his and shook it, "Hatchet," she said. He looked at her like she had gone bonkers and scooted a little closer to the door. She noticed his confusion and quickly clarified, "That muggle saying you were talking about earlier it's 'Lets bury the hatchet' not whatever you said."
Draco nodded and shifted his feet from side to side to side. Hermione cleared her throat and held out her hand, "Mal- Draco, please give me my key now." Draco smiled and remembered the real reason for stealing her key and smirked.
"Hermione there's one more condition I have about giving your precious key back," she glared at him and spit back, "And what's that Draco."
He frowned, and a bit nervously threw out his request, "Go out on a date with me."