Title: It's True Love, Right?
Summary: AU. Hermione is a transfer student from Beauxbatons, and has befriended Harry Potter and Ron and Ginny Weasley. She becomes entranced by the dashing and handsome Draco Malfoy, otherwise known as "The God." The God is gorgeous, gallant, and charming, so he's perfect for Hermione, right? Or has there been someone else for her all along? R/Hr, H/G, some D/Hr
Disclaimer: All characters used in the story belong to JK Rowling. The story Nicola and the Viscount belongs to Meg Cabot. The authors of this story are not receiving any compensation for their work.
A/N: This story is another collaboration between us, Sarah and Sophia. It is an AU fic, in which 1) Hermione is a transfer from Beauxbatons Academy (a girl's school, in this case), and 2) Hermione has never met Draco Malfoy. Other details should correspond to canon. This story is also based on Meg Cabot's story, Nicola and the Viscount. However, it will take place in modern times. Now on to the story!
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Chapter One: In Which Hermione Gets a Crush
"Oh Hermione," Ginny sighed, "You are so lucky to be muggleborn. I would give anything
to come from a non-wizarding family."
Mrs. Weasley, having just come in from making dinner, gave a most unladylike snort, "Oh,
really? I'm terribly sorry, Ginny, to have not given you to the first family of muggles we saw as
soon as you were born."
Ginny, who was applying liberal amounts of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion to her coppery locks,
looked up and rolled her eyes at her mother.
"Oh Mum, you know that I don't mean it that way!" she exclaimed, "It's just that since
Hermione's parents are muggles, they let her go to any wizarding school she wants to go, and let
her stay with other wizarding families over the summer holidays. I can only go to Hogwarts,
since that's where the Weasleys have been going for generations, and I'm stuck at the Burrow
whenever I'm not at school!"
Hermione Granger looked up from her new copy of Hogwarts: A History, in which she
had been immersed in for the past hour. "Is that so bad, Ginny?" she said amusedly, "While
L'Academie Beauxbatons was a very nice school, I'm sure that I'll prefer Hogwarts to it, and I
love staying at the Burrow, it's so...homey. And your family is so nice to me."
"Flatterer," Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, but she nevertheless swept Hermione into a warm
hug. "Now get ready girls," she said, "Arthur is going to take you to King's Cross in half an
hour."
Suddenly, a redheaded blur burst into the room and tackled Ginny into a hug. "How's the
family pest today?" exclaimed Ron Weasley, Ginny's annoying older brother.
Hermione rolled her brown eyes towards the ceiling. Ron was the only person in her
beloved host family whom she could not stand. They argued constantly about everything, and he
was continually putting down her love for classics and art. He even had the gall to call
Shakespeare, her most favourite playwright, "That incomprehensible idiot." In Hermione's mind,
that was truly a crime. What was really irritating about him was that if he weren't so intolerable,
Hermione would find him attractive. "Those blue eyes and red hair are actually rather adorable."
she mused to herself. However, thinking these thoughts only made her find him even more
insufferable.
Noticing her at last, Ron exclaimed, "Hey, Fuzzy!" and grinned at her mischievously,
much to her annoyance.
Hermione sighed. Yes, her dark brown hair usually tumbled over her shoulders in wild
curls, thus her unflattering nickname. To put it nicely, one could say that her hair was rather
wavy. To put it not so nicely, it was bushy. Hermione could easily have fixed her hair with
magic, but she didn't care enough about fashion to do so, and besides, she rather liked the way
it went all over the place.
Today, she simply dragged a comb through it perfunctorily and hurried to dress herself
in muggle clothes.
Two hours later, Hermione stood, bewildered, at King's Cross Station. Her ticket told
her to go to Platform 9 3/4, and yet there were only Platforms 9 and 10, separated by a thick
barrier. Surely they could not have neglected to build an entire platform!
"Hurry up, Hermione," Ginny shouted, "the train's going to leave in two minutes!" Ginny
then grabbed Hermione's hand and started running towards the barrier. Hermione's eyes
widened in shock, and she struggled futilely against Ginny, expecting to hit the brick barrier at
any moment.
To her complete surprise, the barrier simply dissolved around them, and she found
herself in a spacious platform bustling with witches and wizards. The Hogwarts Express whistled
loudly, as though it was waiting impatiently to leave. Ron quickly threw their luggage into the
train, jumped on, and helped Hermione and Ginny onto it as it puffed out of King's Cross. As
Ron grasped her hand, Hermione felt tingles going through her spine. "Hmm, do they have static
electricity in the wizarding world?" she pondered.
As the Hogwarts Express picked up speed, the trio searched frantically for a
compartment. After some time, they entered a compartment that was empty, save for a slight,
black-haired boy. Ron brightened. "Harry!" he shouted, "Harry, mate, how've you been doing?"
The boys chatted animatedly about their summers, and then Ron remembered his manners.
"Hermione," he said in an oddly formal way, "this is Harry Potter." "Harry Potter!" Hermione
cried, "I am so pleased to meet you. I've heard all about your exploits when I was at
Beauxbatons." Harry reddened, but smiled shyly back at her. Hermione liked him immediately.
The hours passed pleasantly. They had played several rounds of Exploding Snap,
when the compartment door slid open. Then, in walked the most handsome specimen of man
that Hermione had ever seen.
He had beautiful pale golden hair that that lay smoothly on his head, except where it
curled at the nape. His eyes were a pale, clear grey, "Just like I would imagine Romeo's to be"
Hermione sighed to herself. Those divine features, as well as his porcelain complexion, gave him
an unearthly beauty, as though he were an angel. In Hermione's mind, he immediately became
known as, "The God". In fact, the only thing marring his otherwise perfect features was the ugly
frown that appeared on his face as glared at Harry and Ron.
"Hello, Potty, Weasel" he spat, looking at them venomously. "Still living, I see? Pity."
"Hello Malfoy," Ron returned, "Daddy's still in jail, I see?"
Hermione glared at the boy indignantly, ready to also give a retort, when he caught
sight of her. Suddenly, his features softened into smile. "Ah, who is this," he said in what
Hermione felt was a perfectly charming manner. "An angel coming to soothe my weary soul? O,
that I were a glove upon thy hand, that I might touch thy cheek. (1)" he quoted, taking her hand.
At that moment, Hermione Granger felt a fluttering in her heart. She must be falling in love!
"You know Shakespeare?" Hermione cried delightedly. Already the God had shown
himself to be the perfect man for her! "He is my favourite author," Malfoy said softly. "I shall see
you around, Angel. Hope you get into Slytherin." He then whipped around and left the
compartment.
Hermione stood in a trance. He had called her Angel! How perfectly poetic of him!
Ron and Harry snorted in disgust. "Don't get involved with him, Hermione," Ron warned. "I've
known this git for years. He's a complete arse, and his Dad's a Death Eater to boot." "Well, I
won't judge him by his family," Hermione stated loftily, "and I won't allow your prejudiced
ranting to affect my opinion of him!"
She expected Ron to reply to this with anger, but he instead looked at her with what
almost seemed like pity, and turned away. Feeling oddly slighted, Hermione resolved that once
she reached Hogwarts, she would get to know the God much, much, better. After all, she had
fallen in love with him at first sight, hadn't she?
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TBC
(1) Quote comes from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, Act Two, Scene Two, Lines 24-25.
A/N: And so begins the story. Once again: this will be a Ron/Hermione story. Don't yell at us later. And yes, we know that we made Malfoy really smarmy. We kind of like him that way. Feedback is greatly appreciated. We'd like to know if there are any major flaws in our writing, and does Hermione seem like a Mary-Sue to you? We tried not to fall into the "transfer student" cliché. So please, review, and tell us what you think!
With love,
Sarah and Sophia