A/N This is my first fanfiction. My friend and I wrote this together back in 2017, but I decided to post this since I wanted everyone to read. So, welcome to this Dramione fanfiction whose chapters I'll be updating every week. So, you may begin!
Chapter 1
It was the 8th year. Why the 8th year? Well, the destruction that had happened and Voldemort's death? Everyone in the wizarding world needed time to accumulate everything and begin a fresh new life. Hogwarts, the wizarding school which the famous Harry Potter and his friends, (the Golden Trio), attended, was home to everybody now, the kids who lost their loved ones in the Battle and those who wished to pursue further studies and well.. of course the ones yet to graduate.
With the exception of Harry, there were two more popular students in Hogwarts, none other than Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger. Draco because he was sexy and rich, and Hermione because of her kindness, intelligence and contribution in the Battle of Hogwarts.
Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy had died and left Draco a huge sum of money, and Narcissa was in 's because she was mentally affected. Well, this made all the gold diggers chase Draco, because, well, they're gold diggers!
Hermione had decided to wed Ron, and the couple was so keen on marrying after their schooling, that they always packed in on some PDA outside class. They were even voted Cutest Couple.
After an interesting Astronomy lesson, the Slytherins and Gryffindors being put together in the same class, the two popular students were walking in a deserted corridor, both approaching from the opposite direction of the other. Hermione, her nose in her book, walked swiftly ahead without paying attention to her surroundings. And she bumped into Malfoy, who was busy in his own world, plotting to destroy Saint Potty's reputation. Hermione's ink bottle broke and dark blue ink spilled and enveloped her neatly drawn star chart, marking the chart with huge blobs of ink. The moment Hermione set her eyes on the spoilt chart, all she could do was cry out in anger, making Draco feel guilty, being the gentleman that he was. Draco apologized and offered, " Let me make it up to you, Granger. I'll remake it for you, but I'm not a smartass. We'll go to the Three Broomsticks, have a drink, and finish it together, okay?"
Hermione was grateful and accepted the offer. It was decided that they would go to the Three Broomsticks the next day while Ron had Quidditch practice ( to avoid suspicion).
Early the next day, they headed to the pub for a quick head start. Hermione unrolled her nicely- spoilt chart, and Draco unrolled his, and began to neatly copy his existing chart on to a new parchment. Hermione carefully studied his drawings, guiding him at times. There was even one star whose position was so confusing that Draco had a hard time. Seeing him struggle, Hermione placed her hand on his. Enveloping his entire fist in her warm and soft hand, she guided his hand to the right position, and drew it. But, a chill ran down Draco's spine at the contact. It was of love and warmth, the impulse shooting fast through his veins. Now, the Slytherin Prince had a ring which had unbelievable power. It would sense when its master had fallen for someone but hadn't realized. It would send urges of love to both lovers when they touched. Draco knew about this power. His father had given the ring to him when her had turned fifteen, and told him that this was the reason he had met his beautiful mother. But these impulses when he had come into contact with Hermione?
He realized that he had fallen in love with none other than the know-it-all Hermione Granger.