Prologue
Something dry and cracked licks my cheek. Opening my eyes, a strange, skinny creature, with long droopy ears and crying eyes stares down at me. A mammal, of sorts. But, why are tears flowing out its eyes? What could cause an animal so much pain as to have those watering, brown eyes? Reaching out to rub its face, to comfort it, a quiet crinkling of leaves disturbs the instinct to answer my questions, replacing it with the want to discover who else was in this broken-down cave with me.
I jolt up and a sharp, piercing pain in my chest stops me from sitting up, quickly lying back down on what I have figured to be the floor, the dull throb in my head changed my instinct to run rather quick. Assessing the damage, I figure a few of my ribs are broken and possibly a concussion.
"I've been waiting for you to wake up." A soft voice remarks. I turn my head to see another person in the rundown, vine-filled cave. A boy -no- a young man, sat, leaning against the natural stone wall, a few feet away. "You've been out for a bloody long time." He crawled over, letting his leg -which stuck out at an odd angle- drag across the floor. "Are you okay, Hermione?"
I look up at his face, which I have now labelled as 'handsome.' "Who's Hermione?" I ask, my voice ruff and tongue dry. Why would he call me Hermione? My name is… come to think of it, I can't remember.
His brows furrowed. "Not funny," he reprimanded, his dirty, blond hair falling into his face, "not funny at all Hermione."
Yet again, he called me Hermione. Who is Hermione? "I don't know a Hermione, but it's a pretty name, I bet she's a pretty girl. What's your name?" His face went from concern to shock, he also mumbled something under his breath, this sparked my interest, but my headache is growing steadily, so I dismiss my curiosness.
"You don't recognize me? Wait, it makes sense, you haven't attempted to murder me yet." He continued to mumble under his breath, I tried to make out what he was saying, but just being awake seemed to feed fuel to my raging head ache.
"What's your name?" I ask again, I don't like my questions going unanswered. "It's rude not to answer questions."
The pale boy snorted. "Definitely Hermione." He remarked under his breath. He lifted up his posture, gave a winning smile, stuck out his hand, and said, in a posh, drawling voice, "I am Draco Malfoy, pleasure to meet you, again."
What do y'all think? I've been working on this story for little over a month, AND, for the first time in ever, I have some prewritten chapters ahead! All that's left to do is edit and look over. :3 Look for more chapters on this coming soon!
One thing, I am working on multiple fanfictions right now, as well as my own personal story, so I may not update this in the next month, :(.
Please leave a review on this, the plot line and some romance(?) should be more relevant in the next few chapters, :).
Hold with me guys,
mockingbird