Hey guys, its Michelle. I know I should really be working on Forever Lost. Forever Gone. (Go check it out!) But if you didn't see from my profile and the summary, I will NOT abandon it, I am just currently having temporary writers block, and cannot think of how to put the next part. Meanwhile, this idea popped into my head, and I decided to act upon it! It is another Dramione story, as that is my favorite ship.
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING BUT THE PLOT!
Hermione woke up and called out to her room.
"I'm up!"
In a squeaky 6 year old voice. On the far side of her room, she saw a shimmery glimmer as a young boy who looked about 6, with pale transparent skin, platinum blond hair, and striking silver eyes woke up, and looked over at her before smiling.
"Hi Helen."
He said shyly, using the nickname he had for her since they were 2.
"Hi! I'll meet you downstairs for breakfast."
He replied, before gliding through the floor and down to the kitchen.
"Did you say something Hermione, dear?"
She heard from the doorway. Her mother, Emma Granger, stood there the door open, with a worried look on her face.
"Yes mom, I was just saying that I was up to Dragon."
Hermione replied to her mother. She just smiled and nodded aware that her daughter had an invisible friend that she for some reason named 'Dragon'. She never saw the 'friend' but her daughter would throw a fit if Dragon didn't come with them everywhere.
*5 years later*
"Dragon hurry up, we are going to be late!"
Hermione yelled up the stairs in her 11 year old bossy tone.
"I'm coming, just wait a second while I fix my hair."
He replied back with his snarky attitude, before he floated back through the ceiling onto the ground, and went straight through the couch to sit down next to her.
"I'm here, Helen."
He said to her with a smirk.
"Fix your hair. Yeah right. More like be an annoying git. We have to go to Diagon Alley to get my school supplies. I got my letter just yesterday. I can't believe I'm going to a school for magic in 2 weeks!"
She said to him, very excited.
"Yeah. You'll have tons of fun there, with all of your new friends."
He said in a sad a solemn tone.
"Oh Dragon! Don't you worry. You are going to whatever school I go to with me. You know I wouldn't just leave you here! You're my best friend! And even if I do make more friends, I'll still have you! I wouldn't just ignore you!"
She said, reassuring his fears of being left behind.
"I know Helen. It's just worry. But any ways, let's go to this 'Diagon Alley' now!"
He said, cheering her up once again, before they headed out the door and into the car.
*5 years earlier, in a different place*
Draco woke up to laughter and giggles coming from the other side of the room. He looked over to see his friend Helen laughing at a little stuffed giraffe in her arms. She was making it swing like a trapeze artist. Over, and under, with flips, and all kind of stuff. He sat there, watching her, for a few minutes before a small laugh escaped his lips. Which caused her to look over with her cinnamon tan, transparent skin, cinnamon brown eyes, and warm brown bushy hair.
"Hi Dragon."
She said to him, using the nickname she had picked up from his mother. His name was Draco, which was the dragon constellation, so it made sense.
"Hi Helen."
He responded.
"Draco, honey! Breakfast is ready!"
He heard someone trill from the doorway. It was his mother, Narcissa Malfoy, regal as always.
"Coming mother."
He replied to her, causing her to nod and walk out the door.
"Ready Helen?"
He asked. After seeing her nod, he said:
"Ok. I'll see you down at the breakfast table."
She disappeared through the floor, as he raced out of his room to meet her.
*4 years later*
Draco had just left Helen in the garden to let her explore and wander around the plants before seeking out his mother.
"Mother."
He said to her once he found her.
"Yes, Draco dear? What is wrong?"
She replied in a concerned voice.
"It's just… I have this friend. She is really pretty and we are best friends. She has warm chocolate bushy hair, and cinnamon eyes, and her skin is really tan, and she is just so beautiful. I don't know what to do!"
He said with concern and need in his voice.
"Oh honey, how did you meet this girl? I don't remember you ever leaving the house without your father or I, or one of your friends."
His mother replied with a question in her voice.
"She showed up in my room when I was 2. You see, she is transparent."
He explained. His mother just stared.
*1 year later*
Draco was running through his house, yelling someone's name.
"Helen! Helen! Where did you go?"
'This house is so large she could have disappeared anywhere"'
He thought that last part in his head.
"Hele-"
He started to say before he saw her in the library reading a book. He slapped his head, not knowing why he didn't think to check the library first thing, as that was one of her favorite spots in the entire house.
"Helen. You ready to go?"
He asked her in a quiet tone.
"Dragon? Oh yeah! Let me just mark this page and then I will be right down! I am excited to go to Diagon Alley with you!"
She said surprised to see him.
"Yeah, I am too. But we are going to be late if we don't hurry now!"
He told her emphasizing the 'hurry' part of the sentence, in the hopes that she would hurry.
'I will meet you down there!"
She said before drifting through the floor. He *once again* raced through the door laughing, trying to catch up with her as was their ritual whenever they had to go somewhere.
A/N: I hope you liked it! I am definitely going to keep updating. The when is the harder part of it though. Please excuse any grammar mistakes! Please review as that will give me motivation to continue the story!