Dramione chap1 - first meeting

Hermione Granger carefully ladled the Polyjuice Potion into three flasks. It was her second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and already they were doing something that would break fifty school rules on this snowy and heavily planned Christmas Day. Today, herself and her two best friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, would go on a dangerous mission to try get some information about the attacks that were happening around the school during the year. They were convinced that a Slytherin boy, Draco Malfoy, was behind the opening of the so-called 'Chamber of Secrets' and the attacks on the Muggle-borns. They were all going to change into different Slytherins, so that they could easily get information out of Malfoy. This changing into different people required a complex potion that the trio had been toiling over for months. Now it was ready and, finally, they would get the truth of the Chamber of Secrets.
After they added the personal items to the potion (with snide comments from Ron), Hermione advised that the three should split into separate cubicles. Once they did, Harry did a count down that would prompt them all to drink their potions down.
Except for Hermione.
She carefully placed the flask back on the stand, beside two empty places where Ron and Harry's stood only seconds before. She then waited patiently for the boys to finish their transformation.
After a short while, she heard a door bang open to her right. Harry, she surmised. Not long after, Ron came out of his cubicle and the both of them started conversing in deep and raspy voices. Noticing Hermione's absence, they banged loudly on her cubicle door (obviously not realising their brute strength.), reminding her that they need to get a move on. Hermione answered in a very high-pitched and unsure voice that they must go on without her, suggesting that something went horribly wrong with her potion. After five minutes of tiresome convincing, she heard the boys disappear out the bathroom, rumbling to each other.
With a sigh of relief, Hermione unlocked her cubicle and ventured forth, towards the dungeons. Halfway down the familiar yet creepy passage to the dungeon where Professor Snape held his Potion classes, she saw a figure coming towards her. She smiled wryly. So he had read her message. As she approached the figure, she stopped under a torch that hung in a bracket, making him come to her. She watched as the features of the figure became slowly illuminated by the pale orange light. The figure was only a little taller than Hermione. It was thin and lanky, it's shirt rumpled casually and pale hands hidden inside pockets of his black trousers. Shadows slipped over the boy's body, revealing a pointed face. It was very pale, as was his blond hair, which was artfully slicked back. His grey eyes watched her closely. Hermione blinked in surprise to see that his eyes did not show the all too familiar hatred. They were very neutral, neither hating or liking her.
“You've come,” Hermione said to Draco. He allowed a small smile before adjusting his position so that he leaned casually on the stone wall.
“Of course,” he intoned, with a slight nod of his head.
“Well,” Hermione started off nervously. “Well, we made a Polyjuice Potion.”
“Ah, our top student breaking the rules. That's a surprise,” Draco said cynically.
Hermione ignored him, her confidence rising. “Harry and Ron are now Crabbe and Goyle respectively. They are looking for you because they have no idea where the Slytherin common room is.”
“Well, I would expect them not to.”
“You have to give strong evidence that you're not involved in any of the attacks or the Chamber of Secrets. That's all.”
“Wait, wait. Let me get this straight,” Draco said, now standing without the support of the wall, facing her. “You three think I am really behind these attacks?”
“Not me. That's why I sent you that note. I don't think it's you, Draco. I had to do this risky business in order to convince Ron and Harry that you're not guilty. I do have a lead, however. Also...” Hermione reached into a small brown bag that was slung over her shoulders. She withdrew a folded piece of parchment and gave it to Draco. “I didn't want to show this to them. It would be much better if you do.”
“This wasn't part of the deal Granger,” Draco growled. Nevertheless, he took the parchment from her. For a brief second, their fingers touched. A tiny shiver ran down Hermione's spine. But before a gasp emitted from her lips, Draco's pale fingers slipped the parchment into his pocket.
“This means nothing, Granger. Nothing.” Draco smirked momentarily. “See you on Monday after dinner then.”
“After dinner,” Hermione muttered quietly. She turned on her heel and retraced her steps back to Moaning Murtle's bathroom. The trade was fair, Hermione thought. Draco's innocence, for Charms and Transfiguration lessons after dinner. Nobody would know, thankfully. Reaching her destination, Hermione reached into the bag again, retrieving a smaller sheet of parchment. Inside was a spell that she knew that would go wrong. Fortunately, the side effects were common enough to be treated over a short time. She took a few deep reassuring breaths, praying that the spell would go wrong. For once in her life, Hermione did not want her talent to work. Not this time. Please, please...
“Felis cattus!” she cried, turning her wand upon herself. The spell was instantaneous. Short but soft fur sprouted all over her face and hands. Her eyesight changed to a more monotonous state, although everything just seemed so much sharper than before. She felt one or two somethings peek from her hair and a horrible feeling came over her as she felt a tall bushy tail creep from the bottom of her spine...
Finally, the transformation was complete. Hermione looked at herself into the spotted mirror that lay opposite a broken sink. Black cat fur lined her face and covered her hands completely. Her eyes had a gold-green sheen to it, the pupils reduced to thin black discs. Cat's eyes... Two ears poked from her bushy hair, twitching at every sound that came from every corner of the desolate bathroom.
Purrrfect.
She went back to her cubicle, locking it behind her. As soon as she heard Harry and Ron's hurried footsteps into the bathroom, she immediately covered her furry face with her robes, and waited for them to open the door and tell them that their mission was indeed fruitless.