A/N: Seems I keep getting story ideas. Heh, here's another Hermione/Draco story for you. This takes place after the war, and goes into a pseudo 7th/8th Year. From Pain to Love will be updated as soon as I get this story up. You're reviews will be much appreciated, alerts, and anything else.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and there are some AVPM and AVPS references, these belong to J.K. Rowling and Team Starkid, respectively.
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Chapter 1: Triumph and Friendship
Harry looked down at his hands. They were covered in blood and dirt. He crawled over to the lifeless body of Lord Voldemort, leaving bloody hand prints along the way. His heart hammered in renewed glory but also in nervousness. The body was pale and clammy. The blank stare emanating from Lord Voldemort chilled Harry to the bone even in death. The Elder Wand lay slack in the Dark Lord's hand, and his robes were tattered and covered in dirt. The Death Eaters retreated immediately when Harry said that fateful spell, and the one that killed his parents landed in death with an empty thud.
Harry took the Elder wand from the body and stood up shakily. He raised the wand in the air and looked around at those who joined him in the fight. Children, parents, friends, classmates, and teachers wore smiled on their faces as he felt their eager stare. A buzz of triumph began to hum through the Great Hall.
"Lord Voldermort is dead!" Harry yelled in a loud voice.
The Great Hall erupted in cheers, laughter, and tears of joy. There would be time to mourn the great loss from this priceless victory later. Harry managed a smile as everyone came together to celebrate. He walked over to Ron and Hermione. Their own faces radiated of their hard work and achievement. Hugging them both, Harry began to help move the dead outside. He felt the cold stare of someone watching him. Turning around, a pale, skinny blonde held a death glare in his direction.
Harry walked over to Draco Malfoy, all hate and contempt from the last seven years put aside. He extended his hand and said, "We are all equals now. There is no evil or good, no family is better than another...I can help you there."
Harry's gaze never left the blue-grey ones. A firm, solid grasp came from Draco, as peace suddenly seemed possible. Draco's gaze was not directed at Harry but at a certain brunette.
"Hermione?" he asked cautiously.
Draco gave a slow nod before saying, "She spared my life, not once but twice. I have to make peace with her, or at least extend a friendship. Thank you, Harry … for everything."
As Harry watched Draco walk away, an uneasiness settled in his stomach. Hermione sparring Malfoy's life? After everything? Frowning, Harry resumed his task of moving the dead, but not before seeing Draco approach Hermione.
SOrry for the shortness, this is like a prolouge, for what is to come. THough i promise the other chapters are longer.
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