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Title: Irrational Revelations Chapter Title: Insanity
Characters: Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger
Genres: Romance, Humour
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Hermione Granger was ecstatic. She finally gets her dream come true, and her efforts for 6 years would soon end. But seemingly, Fate has something else stored for her. Where insanity is a probability; paranoia is evident. Sarcasm and humor is very much taken seriously. Creepy prophecies, raging hormones, and forbidden relationships take place in the very progressive world of Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy.

There are 5 steps accompanying change before one reaches acceptance. Denial, anger, bargain, depression and finally comes acceptance. 1ST POV. (May shift to other POV during the story per se)
7th Year. AU RnR! Contains Gryffindor/Slytherin pairings.
Author's Notes: I finally had the guts to post another story. Hogwarts based, and of course it's a Draco/Hermione fic. It's different from all the other post-howgarts fics I've been writing because firstly this is a 1st P.O.V. Something I'm just starting to acquaint myself with. Reviews would be appreciated as always. If you want to suggest something then go on. I would be continuing this story only if it's pretty much liked, or at least people would be reading it. So your reviews would be detrimental for the next chapter's update. This is just a spur-of-a-moment fiction, so I haven't gotten anything planned except some experience I had with an RPG I joined before.
December 29, 2005.

September 03, 1997

This is my final year. And I'm guessing, as well, this would be the most memorable year of my life in comparison to my other years in Hogwarts. This is it.
Another thing worth mentioning- although I don't think I'd ever get tired of actually repeating it- is that I'm Head Girl. I thought, given the amount of time I was freely given whether or not I would accept or decline the award, that it was all a /hoax/.
A joke/. I didn't dare believe it, when I was /sure /someone was just playing a joke on me. You /see/, I didn't want to know that it was just a dream. You couldn't blame me- after all, I've been crossing my fingers during the /whole of my sixth year that I would be picked as the Head Girl. It would literally kill me to know that everything was just bogus.

/Finally/, I told myself with much satisfaction when Professor McGonagall approached me in the train, asking me to follow her to my- no, /our/... Yes, /our- /Head Boy and Head Girl's compartment. I couldn't move my line of sight from the wooden door of the compartment. I was drowning in its deep mahogany coloring that it barely registered in my head the compartment door had opened. And inside, was a nightmare waiting to be unleashed.

There are five steps accompanying change, before one reaches acceptance.

The first one was clearly: /Denial./

/Malfoy, /I spat in my head with a force that the twins would be proud of when I would be playing as a beater and hitting a damn bludger. I closed my eyes, willing /him /to be the joke of century. Just waiting for someone to shout, "September's Fool!"; even though no such event exists. I was waiting for one of the twins, Ron, or even Harry -in my sheer desperation- to appear in place of Malfoy and later find out that it was just one of them under the effects of a Polyjuice Potion.

But of course I knew as well as the git in front of me that everything was real. I wasn't just used to reality just yet. And so,
"Granger, I don't think you're up to the job at all if you're just going to stand idly there. You're wasting precious time that I could be using for other important things," he drawled in that lazy manner of his that made me believe he thought everything was under his command- that /I /was under his command, in his disposal.

Professor McGonagall had already left by the time he said that. We were seventh years, not some damn third years who needed to be guided and protected from each other. But at that moment, for just a minute, I was led to believe, with a pang of foolishness, that maybe Malfoy and I wouldn't last a second here after all. And all will be gone- that we'd be dead by the time the Hogwarts Express would reach Hogwarts and casting Enervate /on both of us would prove futile as we had cursed each other with /the Unforgivable.

"Damnit, Granger! I'm not going to bite!" Malfoy snapped at me, and I was brought back to the real world. Away from reasoning since Malfoy was Head Boy.

"Come in and sit," he continued, voice low. I'm not sure, but I could have swore I saw those four words in the air, -as he uttered it- each emphasized with a punctuation mark. Making it a command.

The second was /Anger/. Although I think I was weaving through it.

I clenched my jaw, not wanting to hex him. I said, in the calmest manner I could, "I'm not your lap dog, Malfoy." But I think it came out rather strictly clipped and hostile than calm. "I was just giving myself a few seconds of peace before I face your foul presence that I would be bearing for the rest of the year."

He ignored my last statement and seemed to be amused with my first. "A nice thought, Granger. My lap dog. How-"
"-about it never will happen. So stick your thoughts to your ass, or I will," I told him fiercely.

Me and my big mouth. I shouldn't have used that term, /lap dog, /at all for my sake.

"I wouldn't object with your... sudden/ passionate/ impulses," he told me, voice achingly low, almost seductive.

Oh God. It-it wasn't seductive. He /wasn't /seductive- or neither, was he seducing me. Merlin, it made my head swirl just deciding what would be worse: Him seducing a mudblood like me in his own volition, or actually thinking that he was seductive.

I didn't think his latest reply was worthy of my precious saliva and effort. So I didn't reply. But it was just too much to hope that he would leave me alone, at least just for the trip.

"Cat got your tongue?" he asked, lightly. He even feigned concern, stretching his neck a bit, to look at me closely. The only thing he lacked was a monocle detectives usually wore in the past. He appeared to be that scrutinizing and it was getting on my nerves. Oh, wait. He was always getting on my nerves. Nothing new.

"No. I just thought that maybe some tranquility would do us good. I was wrong, once again because you're you." I forced a sweet smile, before massaging my temples, praying for any deity to grant me some patience.

"And I thought the famous Hermione Granger couldn't keep her mouth shut, even if her life depended on it. I thought I would be deaf by the end of the year." To prove his hypothesis, he brought out a small earplug, which I deduced acted like a hearing aid.

He was juggling it in his right hand, and my eyes narrowed in annoyance. He continued, as if there was nothing wrong- or nothing insulting about what he said, "Why, I didn't think you'd ever compliment me at all. I guess for once you deserve my-"

"It wasn't a compliment; it was an insult. And I wouldn't want accept any form of charity, or anything from you, Malfoy," I muttered, strangely aware of the time we were wasting.

"Charity?" he laughed, he actually laughed. Of course, it was this nasty laugh reserved for me and me alone. "I'm not daft, Granger. I'm quite aware that even though you're smitten with the Weasel, you're not yet married to him." -Here I reddened in embarrassment- "So you're not yet one of the scums that Purebloods like me are embarrassed of. Then again, you're worst than the Weasel since your-"

Of course once anger dissipates- or in my case, I was getting desperate, one gets the weird sense to actually /bargain/. And bargain I did. I wanted to keep everyone happy.

Or at least myself happy.

Or at least sane.

"I give up, Malfoy." Even to myself, I sounded tired and defeated. He had stopped using the term mudblood for whatever his reasons were that I didn't know and just didn't care at all to know during our fourth year. It would be just a shame if he was reverting to doing that again. "Can't we just form a truce? I'm tired of the pleasantries you shower upon me every year, Malfoy." I spoke, as if talking about something pleasant indeed. We both knew, Malfoy and I, that I was far from being pleasant."

He grinned, his forsakenly incriminatingly arrogant grin. "Why, I didn't think you'd ask."

I thought everything was over. That he'd be my bestfriend. Alright, so maybe not my bestfriend, or even a friend for that matter. But I really thought those squabbles would stop....

I was...

I wanted to lie to myself and tell myself that that was the last time I will be graced with Malfoy's presence for the year. But of course, it wasn't. It wasn't even the last time I faced his presence even in the ride. We were the /Heads, /and we had things to do. And for starters, we had to assign the roaming-around roles to the prefects.

Enter. Depression. I was hoping for too much, of course. That I knew already. I sighed. With his, "Why, I didn't think you'd ask," came a price. And to top it off with cherry and cream, he hadn't even named his price yet. And his meaning of truce was that he would at least be willing to work with me.

I internally snorted.

If I didn't offer the truce, what would have happened to us? I think I would have given up my badge as Head Girl. I sagged in my seat, waiting for the other Prefects to come and wash me away from this depression.

Something caught my attention. Red hair. Oh yes. No, not Ronald, of course. Who would be sane enough to actually reward him with a Prefect badge. Certainly not Dumbledore. At least, for Ron's sake, he wasn't delusional that he would be like Percy. Hah. He didn't like to be Percy at all. Anyhow, it was Ginny. Thank you Merlin. You saved my day- my life!

I let out a breath I was unknowingly holding. Acceptance. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. Ginny would be with me- and with her Weasley temper, I'd have someone with me who wouldn't lose sense when dealing with Malfoy. After all, the family feud had been going on for generations now. I was safe.

Unfortunately...

I was wrong.

Dead wrong.

A.N: Love it? Hate it? Like it? Send your owls! Hihi. I have drafts here for until the 4th or 5th chapter, I think. All right, people... the third chapter might be in for a dive since it's full of history. But, it's in Draco's POV!
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