His Worst Fear
Authors note: Hey Guys! so this is my first one. I ship them 3
Everyone was in the Great Hall, eating lunch
"Come on! Hurry up before that nit of a Professor comes back," Draco spat at Crab and Goyle.
"What are we even doing? We've already gotten points taken away from Slytherin and we don't need anymore…" Goyle mumbled as he was shoving a cupcake in his mouth.
"We're going to Professor Lupin's office to see what the big fuss is about with this Boggart." Draco said, slighty annoyed at his overweight companions.
"YYea-h… B-utt I don't want to get caught in there… maybe we should just go back, Draco," stammered Crab.
"Fine!" Draco yelled…"Go back to the Great Hall and stuff your holes some more!"
"Just DO NOT mention to anyone, where I am going… I would prefer not to get sent to Snapes office again.." scoffed the Slytherin Prince.
Crab and Goyle just stared blankly at each other until they both scurried off blabbering about what they're going to eat.
As Draco approached Professor Lupin's room, he grew more and more nervous. What if he couldn't do it? Draco honestly had no idea what he was going to see. What if the Boggart took the form of his Father? What about…He Who Shall Not Be Named? What if-"Oh snap OUT of it!" Draco yelled aloud.
You're no coward! You are much better than anyone in this whole school, including that filthy Half-Blood, Potter. If that bothersome creature couldn't even perform the spell.. Pffht.. Draco, Heir of Lucius Malfoy, Pure-Blood.. can certainly.
The shaking blonde boy slowly approached the case, with his wand at the ready. He was fully prepared for the worst. He slowly opened the case, as the Boggart started to take its form.
What happened next… Draco couldn't comprehend. First, all he saw was a delicate, ivory hand grip the side of the case, as it was exposing itself to the Slytherin Pride.
"Granger!" he gasped.
The thing just stared at him. It looked just like her! Except for the eyes… The Hermione he knew had warm brown eyes. This thing had eyes cold as ice, as if they could pierce through your soul. And that's what it felt like was happening. As "Hermione" approached the shaking boy, she lifted her hand up and stroked his translucent face.
Draco's eyes started to fill with tears. He could smell her. That warm vanillas scent that made him mad. The spearmint toothpaste she used to brush those no longer bucks teeth.
He wanted to tell her something. Something that he had never dared to tell anyone else… but he couldn't seem to do it…
"Gran- Hermione..I-i-i-i… wanted to tell you that…"
What was happening to him?! Bloody Hell.. he was worse then that filthy little Weasel-Bee… Be a man, Malfoy! Just say it.. it's not actually her. What's the worst thing that could happen?
"I Love You, Hermione Granger," the blonde finally spat out. …..
It just looked at him. Dazed and confused. Her hand dropped.. and she looked….. looked… disgusted. It pulled out her wand and pointed it to his throat, with a sly smile creeping upon her porcelain face.
What was happening? What was she doing! SHE WAS SUPPOSD TO SAY SHE LOVED HIM BACK!
He was horrified, and did not know what to do! Wait- He did know what to do!
"RIDICULOUS!'
The next thing he saw was a ferret on the ground. Scurrying around making little squeaking noises…
"that's.. ridiculous.." Draco scoffed as he picked the white ferret up by the neck and tossed it back into the case. The boggart then took its own form, and started rattling the case. Demanding freedom..
Well that is something IT would not get…
Pffht… Hermione Granger…Never scary or threating.. until it was rejection….
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