Disclaimer: The characters and settings belong to J.K. Rowling, while the song belongs to Taylor Swift. I found the lyrics at this site .com/love-story-taylor-swift/

AN: This is my first attempt at a Dramione, though I read so many of them, and this is my second fanfic.

Choice, A Love Story

Part 1

We were both young, when I first saw you
I close my eyes and the flashback starts
I'm standing there, on a balcony of summer air

Hermione walked through the almost empty corridor of the Hogwarts Express, compartments on either side of her. She felt the rumble of the engine beneath her feet, heard the murmur of voices and laughter through glass doors as she wondered to the rear of the train, hoping to find some semblance of solitude, but all the compartments she passed were occupied.

Hermione continued until she reached the door to the rear balcony. She hesitated for a moment, glancing around her, not wanting to get in trouble. She then quickly opened it, went through and closed it with a click. She turned around to find a boy her age, with a pale pointed face and striking grey eyes, leaning against the railing.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I hadn't realized anyone else was out here." Hermione said quickly. When he didn't reply she spoke again "I'm Hermione Granger."

"Draco Malfoy." He said it with a smug arrogance, a smirk playing across his features.

"Malfoy! Really? I've read about your family in The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts. Your ancestors have been rumoured for doing dark magic for centuries, though I, myself, don't see the appeal. It's a rather touchy subject, I must say, but I find it quite fascinating." She spoke quickly, her eagerness to share her knowledge and opinions with someone causing her to lose all tact. Draco sneered at her, his next words were filled with malice.

"Glad my family's dark history could amuse you. Though, I doubt that your family has never practiced dark magic."

"Oh I can guarantee that my family has done nothing of the sort. I'm the only one with magic in my family." Hermione expected him to feel bashful, instead he was disgusted.

"So you're a muggleborn. A mudblood. What a waste of my time." He glared at her before shoving past and walking out the door. She looked after him confused and hurt, not knowing what she did wrong or what she had said to cause such a reaction.

Hermione felt the screech of the brakes as the train began to slow, casting one more glance at the miles of track behind her, before going back inside to gather her things.

After the first day of classes, Hermione found refuge in the large library of Hogwarts. As she walked among the shelves, running her fingers along the spines of books as she passed, she tried to forget about the hurtful comments she had heard throughout the day, but every name she had been called she had understood what it meant, all except one.

Mudblood. The boy, Draco had called her that, and he hadn't been the only one to do so. She walked up to the librarian and despite the woman's severe and sharp features, asked politely where she could find a dictionary. With a huff of annoyance, the librarian led Hermione to the proper aisle and pulled a book from the shelf, handing it to her.

Hermione's arms sagged under the weight of the large book and she quickly found a table to sit at. She flipped through the pages, finding the page with the mu's and slid her finger down the page until she found it.

Mudblood: a derogatory term used to describe a witch or wizard of muggle descent. Among pureblood society to be deemed the worst filth, lower than even muggles themselves.

Hermione slammed the book closed, ignoring the single tear slipping down her cheek.

I see the lights, see the party, the ball gowns
I see you make your way through the crowd
And say hello, little did I know…

Hermione entered the library and sat down at a table set apart from all the others. She placed her bag in front of her and reached inside of it for her familiar and worn copy of Hogwarts: A History. She flipped through idly, until she came to her favourite part and began reading.

"How do you do it?" a voice interrupted her mid word and Hermione glanced up, noticing that the library had emptied. She checked her watch, finding it to be past the start of dinner, before addressing the person in front of her.

"How do I do what, Malfoy?"

"Beat me in every class." He sat down across from her. "Do you cheat?"

Hermione let out a sigh of exasperation "No Malfoy, I do not cheat. I know it may be beyond your grasp of understanding, but there's this strange thing called studying, and for some reason, it seems to help me remember things."

Draco glared at her. "There was no need for sarcasm Granger. I simply wanted to know how it was possible for a mudblood to be intelligent. My father always told me that your kind were ugly and stupid and dumb, that you were a waste of magic." His hands had clenched themselves into fists "Then you come along and seem to beat every pureblood in the class. So how do you do it?"

"I've told you. All I do is study." Hermione stopped putting her books away and stared at him. His pale face was twisted into a sneer, his grey eyes staring into hers. She took a deep breath "Have you ever considered that your Father may have been wrong? That maybe purebloods are the same as muggleborns and halfbloods?"

"Never." Draco replied, getting up and walking away from her. Hermione called after him.

"Wait Malfoy, which question were you replying to?" He stopped and turned to face her.

"I don't know."

That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles
And my daddy said "stay away from Juliet"
And I was crying on the staircase
Begging you please don't go…
And I said…

"Where are we going? If we get caught -"Draco cut her off with a hand over her mouth, pushing her back against the wall.

"We're not going to get caught. Filch is busy with Peeves and we're the only prefects working this floor. Stop worrying Granger." He removed his hand and kissed her slowly on the lips "And just enjoy it."

He kissed her again, this time more roughly, biting her lower lip, pressing her more firmly against the wall with his body. Hermione ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying the silkiness of the platinum locks. She grasped a handful of it when he slid his tongue into her mouth, and she battled his with her own. She let out a moan of pleasure, then an exclamation of surprise when he was torn forcibly from her.

"What the-"Draco got out, before a fist came smashing into his face. Hermione let out a scream of fright when she saw the blood. She went to go to him but was held back by Harry.

"Harry? Let go of me!" She tried to loosen his hold on her arms but he was unrelenting, staring at her in concern.

"Hermione, are you alright? What did he do to you?" He asked, trying to check her for some kind of injury. She pushed him away.

"I'm fine! Now let me go. Draco's hurt!" she turned back to see Ron and Draco fighting, fists and feet flying, wands forgotten in their fury. "What the hell is he doing? Get off each other!" She screamed at them, but was ignored. She turned to Harry instead.

"We need to stop them." She reached inside her pocket and withdrew her wand, but Harry stopped her before she could mutter a spell.

"Why did you call Malfoy Draco?" Hermione tried to free her wand arm but Harry wouldn't let her, his own anger now evident in his voice "Hermione-"

"I'll tell you later. Right now I need to separate them before they kill each other!" She pulled her arm from his grasp and said a quick spell, causing both boys to fly apart and land several feet away. Hermione rushed to Draco.

"Are you okay? Oh Merlin, there's so much blood." Hermione pulled his head onto her lap and began muttering healing spells, too preoccupied to notice that Harry had helped Ron to stand.

"Granger, I'm fine, really. I can handle the Weasel." Draco stood up, only slightly leaning on her for support. He grabbed her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze "I'm-"

"Get your bloody hands off of her, you sodding git!" Ron bellowed his face mottled with rage. He limped towards them and pulled Hermione roughly behind him, standing between her and Draco.

"Ron! What is the matter with you?" Hermione yelled. She stepped between them, placing a hand on both their chests, restraining them. Draco looked livid.

"Don't you dare grab her again, you fucking Weasel." His voice low with fury.

"Or what? You're going to get your Deatheater Daddy to come after us?" Harry responded. His and Ron's hands were clenched into fists.

Draco inhaled a sharp breath and drew his wand and held it to Harry's neck. "Insult my Father again Scarhead, do it. Then let's see how you save the fucking world without a head!"

"Draco! Stop it, please!" Hermione grabbed onto his wand arm, placing herself between him and the other two.

"Get out of the way Granger." Draco told her. Hermione just shook her head, no. "Move Hermione!" He yelled.

"No Draco." Harry and Ron had drawn their wands behind her. If she moved, they wouldn't hesitate to hex Draco. He glared at her.

"So you choose them. The fucking golden trio always sticks together, right?"

"No, of course n-"Hermione started, but Draco cut her off. Betrayal shone in his eyes, before a mask of indifference hid his emotions.

"Save it Granger. You made your choice." He glared at the two boys behind her and left, his steps echoing in the silent halls. Hermione started after him, but once again was restrained by Harry.

"Hermione, what the hell was that?" Harry asked angrily. Hermione turned to him

"Let go of me." She said, her voice deathly cold, and Harry did, shocked at the tears gathering in her eyes.

Hermione ran down the hall, trying to find Draco. She yelled out his name, not caring whether or not she was caught anymore. Her feet clapped on the flagstones as she ran toward the dungeons. There she saw him, leaning against the cold wall, his head in his hands.

She approached slowly, but the sounds of her steps alerted him of her presence. He glanced up, and quickly masked his look of hurt.

"What do you want?" Draco asked, his voice was rough, his hair messy.

"Draco, I..." Hermione's voice caught in her throat, tears carving paths down her cheek "I'm sorry."

"For what exactly? Doing what any other person would do? Choosing Potter and his fucking sidekick Weasley?" Hermione went to touch his arm, but he flinched away from her.

"Stop it! Just stop it!" She exclaimed. He grabbed her roughly and pushed her against the wall, his face inches from hers.

"Stop what Granger? Stop swearing? Stop breathing? Stop being a Malfoy? What the hell is it that you want?" He screamed at her. His breathing was heavy and his grasp on her arms painful.

"I want you." Hermione whispered. He let go of her roughly, taking several steps away from her. His face was unreadable.

"Well it's too late for that. You made your choice Granger. Now live with it." He walked away for the second time that night.

"Draco please!" Hermione cried, but he ignored her. She sank to the floor, sobs racking her body.

"But I chose you."

Romeo take me somewhere, we can be alone
I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess,
It's a love story, baby, just say yes

AN: OK so this was a originally a two part songfic, but as I wrote the second part it got a bit long. I've got a bit of writers block for the next part, so I'm posting this, hoping that the reviews will give me some inspiration.

Please tell me what you honestly think, and point out any grammarical errors.

Thanks for reading (:

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