This is not the begginning of the story just a little snippet of whats to come i want to know what people think before i start from the begginning creating the complete story :) so tell me what you think.
Draco stared over at her during Breakfast he gazed at her delicate features, the way her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to concentrate on a page she was reading, the way the light fell about her hair lighting up the golden tints in her hair. He tried to take her all in, sketching her into his mind so it could remain there for ever more.
It had been a few days since the news of his father and other death eaters ecaping Azkabam just like Black had those years back. The news of his father escaping had filled Draco with dread he knew that soon his father would make contact with him something that he would not be able to ignore. The thing that worried him the most was him finding about his and Hermione's relationship his father would be enraged and would put a stop to it, Voldemort would be told. A shiver crawled down his spine as he thought of Voldemort he had noticed the mugblood Hermione more than Harry's other friends, he seemed to be more threatend by her than others and why shouldnt he be? It was already well known that Hermione had become an powerful witch aswell as well as brave a loyal friend who stood by the boy who lived.
So many things were going through his mind, Draco ran a hand through his silver locks in frustration as he thought now of the prediction, the vision Hermione had shared with Professor Trelawney. He then focused back on Hermione and sighed they had not spoken once about his father escaping or about the vision not about anything which involved the Dark Lord, she once said she could talk to him about anything so why was she avoiding him about this? They needed to talk about it he wanted to tell her about his fears, listen to her fears be comforted by her soothing voice and her realistic ideas of solving there problem which they now faced.
He could just finish it, hurt her, drive her away to protect her but his own selfish thoughts of not having her to talk to, to hold forced that idea away for the time being, laying at the back of his mind. He then noticed that she was now walking away from the Gryffindor table and now was heading out of the great hall. He quickly stood up and hurried up to catch up with her ignoring the stares that followed him
Draco stared over at her during Breakfast he gazed at her delicate features, the way her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to concentrate on a page she was reading, the way the light fell about her hair lighting up the golden tints in her hair. He tried to take her all in, sketching her into his mind so it could remain there for ever more.
It had been a few days since the news of his father and other death eaters ecaping Azkabam just like Black had those years back. The news of his father escaping had filled Draco with dread he knew that soon his father would make contact with him something that he would not be able to ignore. The thing that worried him the most was him finding about his and Hermione's relationship his father would be enraged and would put a stop to it, Voldemort would be told. A shiver crawled down his spine as he thought of Voldemort he had noticed the mugblood Hermione more than Harry's other friends, he seemed to be more threatend by her than others and why shouldnt he be? It was already well known that Hermione had become an powerful witch aswell as well as brave a loyal friend who stood by the boy who lived.
So many things were going through his mind, Draco ran a hand through his silver locks in frustration as he thought now of the prediction, the vision Hermione had shared with Professor Trelawney. He then focused back on Hermione and sighed they had not spoken once about his father escaping or about the vision not about anything which involved the Dark Lord, she once said she could talk to him about anything so why was she avoiding him about this? They needed to talk about it he wanted to tell her about his fears, listen to her fears be comforted by her soothing voice and her realistic ideas of solving there problem which they now faced.
He could just finish it, hurt her, drive her away to protect her but his own selfish thoughts of not having her to talk to, to hold forced that idea away for the time being, laying at the back of his mind. He then noticed that she was now walking away from the Gryffindor table and now was heading out of the great hall. He quickly stood up and hurried up to catch up with her ignoring the stares that followed him