I do not own anything Harry Potter related, but i thought i would share a dramione story i have been dying to write! I hope you enjoy and please leave a review!
PART l
It would take a miracle to change the mind of Draco Malfoy. Luckily, Hermione Granger was smart enough to realize the signs of an ominous miracle. The Three Events were the undoing of Draco Malfoy. Three emotions followed those events. Confusion, undoing, then rebuild. It was the strangest thing anyone could ever seen, and thats coming from the wizarding world where strange was normal. But it started off just how you would expect it to; with insults.
In the small, steamy shop of Madam Malkin's, Harry Potter, Ron Weasly, and Hermione Granger leaned, all scowl faced, against the wall near the door of which Ron had hit his head, being so tall. On a small pedestal, Draco Malfoy stood, arms crossed and glowering into the mirror in front of him. Draco was as tall as Harry, but that was the only thing they had in common. Draco had a pointed nose and bright blue eyes with white-blond hair, slightly overgrown, sneaking down his collar. Harry's green eyes were much brighter and his wild, messy hair covering his lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Harry's pure loathing for Draco had existed since they were eleven. If there were a debate on who hate the other more, it would never end. They absolutely loathed each other.
"If your wondering what that smell if, mother a Mudblood just walked in." said Draco. Harry, all too used to these rude remarks against Hermione -a smaller frizzy-haired bookworm with charming brown eyes, one of them purple and swollen- drew his wand and pointed it toward Malfoy, only to be told off by Madam Malkin. Reluctant to put away his wand, Hermione came to his side.
"No, don't, honestly, it's not worth it…" she whispered.
"Yea, like you'd dare do magic out of school," sneered Draco. "Who blacked your eye, Granger? I want to send them flowers." Hermione brushed her hair out from behind her ear, allowing it to drape over her hurt eye. She stepped back and leaned once more against the wall, eyeing Draco from beneath her think sheet of brown hair.
Draco relaxed, his right hand grasping his left forearm out of habit. It still stung, worse than a normal tattoo would. He held his glower, but his mind wandered elsewhere. He went over the night he received his orders, the Dark Lord's red eyes searing into his, as he pressed his rusted and sharp wand against Draco's pale skin, the scull and snake swirling into his forearm and becoming blacker and more opaque as the ceremony continued.
"I see that being Dumbledore's favorite has given you a false sense of security, Harry Potter, But Dumbledore won't always be there to protect you." Narcissa said through gritted teeth, hidden by an unpleasant smile. At her last few words, Draco shivered and gripped his arm again, though unnoticed by the much too long robes he was being fitted into. Draco had barely noticed what was being said before that; too busy trying to focus on his plans for later that day.
"Wow…look at that…he's not here now! So why not have a go? They might be able to find you a double cell in Azkaban with your loser of a husband, Lucius!" Harry looked mockingly all around the shop. Draco jumped back to the shop when he heard his father's name, his father who was now suffering in an Azkaban cell. Harry Potter had insulted his father; not knowing what pain was inflicted by mentioning his name. But his mother, Narcissa, standing in front of the pedestal, was strong, sometimes stronger than himself, especially lately. Draco lunged at Potter, only to be tripped by overlong robes.
Ron snorted loudly from the corner.
"Don't you dare talk to my mother like that, Potter!" snarled Draco. He made another dive at Harry until his mother's thin white fingers clasped around his shoulders tightly.
"It's all right Draco, I expect Potter will be reunited with Sirius before I am reunited with Lucius." Narcissa sneered. Hermione grabbed Harry's wrist before he could raise his wander any higher. She looked into his eyes and shook her head violently.
"Don't." She whispered. Harry looked again at Narcissa and lowered his wand.
"Just think what would happen if you…" But they were interrupted by a bellow from Draco.
"Watch where you're putting those pins, woman!" His harsh words hardly matched his expression, which was fearful and his hand now grasped his forearm once more. He threw the robes onto the floor, careful to keep his long sleeve shirt underneath covering his arm.
He stormed out of the shop, taking care to bang into Ron's shoulder, and not waiting to hear the complaints by Madam Malkin. His mother close behind, Draco strode down Diagon Ally, still recovering from his so near exposure. He slowed his pace to match his mother's and walked silently beside her until they reached the familiar building that was the Leaky Cauldron.
"I'll be home by eleven." Draco said to Narcissa as he stepped through the rusted door hanging off its hinges. Narcissa nodded and continued down the busy street. Once inside, Draco looked around for Blaise Zambini and Theo Nott, his oldest friends from before Hogwarts. Theo looked up from what seemed a serious conversation, though Draco knew it couldn't have lasted long since Theo couldn't go five minutes without a sly remark or playful insult, and waved him over.
Draco weaved between the overcrowded tables of families shopping for the new school year and sat on the left of Blaise, across from Theo. From the solemn looks the two were giving him, Draco assumed they were already informed of his orders from the Dark Lord. They were the only ones who knew since Draco couldn't do this alone. The Dark Lord offered Draco three assistants, but Draco refused to include Pansy Parkinson. She drew his mad, but Draco stayed with her for image's sake. The less he saw of her the better.
"How are you, Malfoy?" Theo asked nervously.
"Ecstatic." Draco answered sarcastically. "Since when are you so formal?" Theo shrugged.
"What do you want me to say?" Blaise stomped on Theo's foot. Draco rolled his eyes and tried to catch the attention of the nearest waitress. He ordered a butter beer, though he could really go for some fire whiskey, and sipped it slowly as he, Blaise, and Theo stared at the suddenly fascinating floor.
"Do you have a plan?" Blaise asked after a while. Draco nodded but said nothing. He couldn't do this. He was going to fail. Stop saying that, he told himself, you have a plan, and you'll be fine. The first part was true, but the second was a lie. This was the most difficult thing Draco had ever done and his life depended on him succeeding. He tried not to think about that part.
The clock over the fireplace rang to mark the hour and Draco, Theo, and Blaise stood and made their way out into the street. It was raining, water dripping down Draco's face and soaking his bleach-blond hair as he forgot a jacket. They pushed passed oblivious shoppers in Diagon Ally and turned left at a sign labeled Nocture Ally.