Dramione Oneshots

The Necklace

A/N: The first bit in italics is directly from the HBP. I wanted the beginning to capture what happened in the book, but felt like if I wrote it myself, the scene would be too close and would border plagiarism, so I copied it word from word (which sounds worse, actually haha) but with full acknowledgement that the combination of words is not mine and belong solely to JKR, much like the beautiful characters we see here, without which we would not have such glorious fanfiction to get us through our days.

Now, on with the story…

"Out," he said sharply. "Get out!"

Hermione did not wait to be asked twice, but hurried to the door with Borgin at her heels. As the bell tinkled again, Borgin slammed the door behind her and put up the CLOSED sign.

"Ah well," said Ron, throwing the cloak back over Hermione. "Worth a try, but you were a bit obvious -"

"Well, next time you can show me how it's done, Master of Mystery!" she snapped. Ron and Hermione bickered all the way back to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, where they were forced to stop so that they could dodge undetected around a very anxious-looking Mrs. Weasley and Hagrid, who had clearly noticed their absence. Once in the shop, Harry whipped off the Invisibility Cloak, hid it in his bag, and joined in with the other two when they insisted, in answer to Mrs. Weasley's accusations, that they had been in the back room all along, and that she could not have looked properly.

While Mrs. Weasley continued to scold Ron, and the twins continued to supply Harry with more gifts of gratitude, Hermione snuck out again for some fresh air. She stepped around the side of the building, not far from the entrance, only enough to remain out of sight.

She could kick herself. So foolish, believing she could trick Borgin into unwittingly betraying Malfoy. There was no doubt that his behaviour was peculiar, but she wouldn’t allow her imagination to run wild like Harry so often did. She needed to find out what he was up to before he did anything bad or before her friends did anything idiotic.

“Can’t say that necklace would look all that nice on me, Granger.” She whipped around and stood face to face with the boy in question. Nose to nose, almost. It was the closest they had been to each other in years. Possibly closer than they had ever been, barring the 3 seconds it took to sock him that one glorious time in their third year. “Perhaps on that pretty little neck of yours though.”

His middle finger delicately traced a line down the left side of her throat. She snapped out of her shock once he reached the collar of her shirt. "Is that a threat, Malfoy?" as spat, knocking his hand away from her. She knew which necklace he meant. Goblin-wrought bronze, too many fire opals to count at a quick glance. Stunning. Expensive. Deadly.

"Threat? I was complimenting you. I think it would be a good look for you."

"What, being dead?" She gawked at him. It was beyond her how anyone could be so cruel. How anyone could hate someone else for simply existing. "Suppose that's really nothing new though, I shouldn't be surprised. It's not the first time you've wanted me dead."

"That's not fair. I never said-"

"You literally did! Second year."

“Fine.” The blond prat had the audacity to roll his eyes as though they were arguing whether he nicked an apple from the kitchens, or something equally insignificant. Not something like wishing death upon another human being. “But that isn’t what I meant this time. Merlin! You’re paranoid.”

“Paranoid?” she shrieked. “It isn’t paranoia if it’s true!”

“I wasn’t threatening you! I was trying to give you a compliment, you bint!”