It's Just An Illusion

Author's Note: This story has no connection with Hogwart's or it's characters. The only characters used are Draco, the Malfoy's and Hermione. The magic used also has no connection to wizardry. Therefore their are no wands. The magic comes from within himself.

This fanfiction story is based on the movie The Illusionist. The movie was so inspiring I had to write this story. The story is about the love between two people who are forbidden to be together. Illusions are almost used as a metaphor in this story, to describe how blind we are to things like love. How love is part of our soul, and no matter who we fall in love with, it is our soul that seeks their love and we should always follow our heart. Even when others do not believe.

Summary: In this story Draco and Hermione fall in love as young teenagers and are seperated over a long period of time but fate brings them together again. Unfortunately Hermione is engaged to Prince Nicholas. However Draco's determination has him and Hermione planning an escape...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do Harry Potter. J.K Rowling is the proud owner. I also do not own the movie The Illusionist, or the following poem...

Poem By: Helen Steiner Rice:


Love is like magic and it always will be

For love still remains life's sweet mystery

Love works in ways that are wondrous and strange

And there's nothing in life that love cannot change

Love can transform the most commonplace

Into beauty and splendour and sweetness and grace

Love is unselfish, understanding and kind,

For it sees with its heart and not with its mind

Love is the answer that everyone seeks...

Love is the language, that every heart speaks

Love can't be bought, it is priceless and free,

Love, like pure magic, is life's sweet mystery.


Chapter 1: Love is Like Magic

A smell of sweet blossoms surrounded a young Draco Ackland as he helped his father sand down a recent chair he had made. The saw dust crept into his eyes preventing him from seeing what he was doing. Draco stopped and looked up at his dad,

"Sorry father, I cannot continue. I got saw dust in my eyes. May I leave now?" he asked as he rubbed his sore eyes.

"Yes Draco, you may leave" his father replied.

Draco stood up and slowly left the room to the kitchen where he washed his eyes out with warm water. His mother came from behind him and patted his back,

"Draco darling, are you alright?" she asked in her sweet motherly tone.

"Yes mother, I am fine. I just got some saw dust in my eyes. But don't worry I will be fine." He replied as the water slowly fell down his face.

When he was finished he quietly walked to his room. He found such tranquility in his room. It was here where he spent most of his time sculpting things with his fathers leftover blocks of wood, and where he would practice magic tricks.

At a young age Mr. Ackland had taught Draco many magic tricks which kept him laughing and smiling. Draco was very interested in magic tricks, and as he grew older he studied illusions. By the time he was eight he was turning a stick into an elegant red rose. His parents new of his passion for magic and illusions and so they would often purchase books for him.

Draco walked to his parents room where his mother was quietly knitting him a sweater as the colder months were approaching. He walked in with a deck of cards in his hand,

"Mother may I show you a new card trick I have learned?" Draco asked almost in a whisper.

"Yes of course you may dear" she replied in a soft voice with a smile planted on her face. She loved Draco's magic tricks. They were fascinating and she new he was very talented.

"Pick a card, any card" he said as he fanned out the deck quickly in his hand.

She gently picked a card out from the middle and took it into her soft hands. She looked at it and telling herself it was an ace of spades. Then Draco asked her to place the card back in the deck. She did so, and placed it close to the middle.

There was a pause and the room fell silent as Draco stared at the deck for a second as if memorizing the design on the card. He lifted the deck vertically and placed his free hand high above the deck. He let his hand float there for a second before he began to levitate a card from the deck. His eyes followed the card as it continued to float towards the ceiling. It stopped once it was at eye level. He smiled as she took the card in her pale hand and they laughed. She pulled him into a warm hug and kissed his cheek. "Draco, you make me so proud" she said still holding her son. She admired Draco for all he had gone through. Draco left the room and she continued to knit his sweater.

Draco admired his mother for all she had done for him. He admired his father as well. They had both given him a loving home since he was a baby when he was abandoned by his real parents on the cold streets of London. They came across the baby boy swaddled in a blue blanket, inside a box where a piece of cardboard was placed around his neck on a string with the name Draco written in black. Not too long after they had brought Draco home they discovered who his biological parents were. They had come to the Ackland's door later that night to let the family know how thankful they were that they were willing to give him a loving home; something the Malfoy's couldn't provide. They were extremely poor, young and in desperate need of a place for their son to grow up. When the Ackland's offered them a place to stay, they refused and told them, "You have already done enough for us" and with that they left and were never heard from again.

The Ackland's were not very wealthy. Mr. Ackland worked night and day trying to make enough furniture to make money for his family. His furniture was said to be the best in all of London. His customers had even included the royal family of England. They lived not to far away in a castle-like palace perched on a high hill overlooking the beautiful green land. Draco often found himself sitting in the open field just starring at the blissful palace.

Mr. Ackland had told Draco that a young girl lived in the castle, the same age as Draco. This had been a topic of many of Mrs. Ackland's bedtime stories. Draco would fall asleep listening to her story about the princess and the prince. When Draco was old enough to know about love, he often pictured himself riding on a noble steed towards the palace gates to rescue the princess who dreamed of freedom.

Draco often fantasized about such things, he felt like it was a way of relieving the harsh reality of the world he lived in. As he got picked on at school, and made fun of by wealthy townspeople, he would picture the palace gates and the young princess.

And although it may have seemed like another fairy tale, it was reality, for there was a princess in the palace who had only dreamt of freedom. Her name was Hermione. Her mother and father were the king and queen of England, which only meant that she was the heiress to the throne of England. But for this to happen she had to marry a royal prince.

She had sat on her bed dreaming of what it would be like to marry a handsome prince. But little did she know, her father would be arranging her marriage to a family friend; Prince Nicholas of Italy. Not only was she not allowed to choose who she would one day marry, but her father had restricted her from any contact with the other children in London. The only friend she had was her younger brother Herold. He was six and she was thirteen. How she dreamt of freedom from this prison-like palace.


This is just the beginning so if you liked it please review. Creative criticism is allowed. If you didn't like it, you can trust me that it is going to get way better!! Sorry if you don't like Draco's new last name but because he was adopted, I had to change it..but he still looks like the Draco we all know and love :)