Till Death Do We Part
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy and company do NOT belong to me. They belong to the very skilled writer, Ms JK Rowling!! I wished I owned Draco Malfoy, but I don't! I repeat, I OWN DRACO MALFOY … er - I meant I don't own him, he, he, he...
Summary: It's Hermione's seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She's doing quite well, being Head Girl and all … that is until a certain Slytherin comes along and ruins everything. Is Draco Malfoy trying to turn Hermione into the dark side, or is he really in love with her?
Author's Note: I have revised this story and corrected grammar mistakes! Enjoy!
"Father! Can we go to the library? Please?" a little girl pleaded, raising her head to meet her father's.
"Sure sweetie, but I have to leave you there for about thirty minutes for my business meeting, is that alright with you?" the little girl's father said looking at his watch.
"I'll be fine, father. Will you bring me back something?" the little girl asked.
"Sure, Mione. I'll bring back something nice," Mr. Granger said.
Hermione nodded her head, a huge smile appearing on her face.
They walked into the public library and Hermione settled herself into a chair.
"Try this one," Mr. Granger said handing Hermione a book of Sleeping Beauty.
"Oh! This is my favorite!" Hermione said, opening the book.
"Alright, I'll be heading off now. Remember what I told you, don't talk to strangers," Mr. Granger said.
"Don't worry, father, I won't," Hermione chirped up, not tearing her eyes away from the children's paperback.
Her father sighed, before leaving the library in a rush.
"I don't understand why we have to come to this Muggle library, mother. What's the point? We already have two libraries in the manor," a little blond boy complained.
"Well, I want you to learn more about muggles, so when you attend school, you'll know how to deal with them," the boy's mother said, rather sternly.
"Does father know about this?" the little boy drawled.
"No. And I would appreciate it if you did not tell him," the boy's mother said.
"Father will be angry," the boy sneered.
"Don't worry. As long as you keep your mouth shut, we won't get into any trouble," the boy's mother said.
They walked into the library. It wasn't as nearly as big as the libraries they had at home. The little boy growled under his breath and glared at everything and everyone.
"Alrighht, I want you to read some books on muggles and tell me what you find, is that understood? Best do it quickly before your father comes home and finds us gone," the boy's mother said.
"Okay, okay! I get the point," the boy shrugged her off, heading in the opposite direction of his mother.
"Stupid muggles, stupid books," he muttered, grabbing a book from one of the shelves.
"Snow White? What kind of rubbish is this?"
"Excuse me," a voice interrupted him, "but are you finished reading that book? I have been looking for it everywhere."
The little boy turned around and came face to face with a small, bushy haired brunette.
"Don't you dare come near me, muggle," the boy spat out, glaring.
"Muggle? What's a Muggle?" Hermione asked, puzzled.
The little boy rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "Don't you know anything?" he exclaimed.
"Sure I do!" Hermione squealed. She did not like the tone in his voice at all.
"Whatever," the boy said handing her the book. "You can have it, it's all rubbish to me anyways." He turned his back towards her and started off in search of his mother.
"Wait!"
The boy cocked his head to the side. "What?"
"Do you want to read with me?" Hermione asked, a small smile appearing on her round face.
"No," the boy drawled back.
"Please …?" Hermione pleaded, giving him puppy eyes.
The boy raised an eyebrow and looked around.
"Fine, but if anyone sees us, I'll hex you," he sneered.
Hermione giggled, oblivious to his answer. "You're funny!" she said, pulling his arm.
"Okay, okay. Hey … didn't your mother tell you to never talk to strangers?" the boy asked, as he was being pulled down to the chair.
"Actually, it was my father who said that, but you're not a stranger. You're a very cute, little boy," Hermione chirped up and stuck her tongue out.
A pink tinge appeared on the boy's cheeks.
"Take that back," he said.
"Take what back?"
"I am NOT cute. My father would have killed you if he heard you say that," the boy said growling in protest.
Hermione chuckled again.. "What's wrong with being cute?" she asked.
"I am NOT cute!" the boy said, sitting down on a couch and crossing his arms over his chest.
Hermione sat beside him and the boy rolled his eyes.
"Can you read to me?" she asked.
"What?"
"I said, can you read to me? This book," Hermione said handing him the copy of Snow White.
"You mean this bloody book?" the boy sneered staring at the happily drawn pictures of some girl sitting with, which he guessed, were goblins.
Hermione gasped. "You swore!" she cried.
"So?" the boy replied with a smirk on his face.
"It's bad," Hermione said.
"To my father, it means good," the boy said with a smug look on his face.
Hermione's shock was gone and she giggled instead. "Hey! Do you want to come over to my house when my father gets back?"
"No," the boy said.
Hermione's smile faded. "Why not?" she asked.
"I just can't okay. I'm not allowed to go in a muggle's home, let alone talk to one," the boy said.
"What's a Muggle?" Hermione asked again.
"Never mind," the boy sighed and licked his lips nervously.
"If you can't come over, can I come over to your place?" Hermione asked, flashing him a smile.
"NO!" the boy exclaimed.
Hermione drew back in shock. "Why not? I thought you were my friend?" she said as tears began to form.
"Because!" the boy started, then let out a huge sigh, "You just can't."
"Why not?" she asked again.
"My father hates muggles," he replied, his lips twisting into a frown. "He'd kill you once you've stepped through the front gates."
"What on earth is a muggle?" Hermione exclaimed, getting rather impatient.
"Never mind," the boy said again.
"Okay..."
Suddenly the boy's head shot up as he saw his mother coming their way.
"What?" Hermione asked. "What is it?"
"I-I've got to go," the boy stammered and quickly pushed himself up from the couch.
"Why?".
"My mother's calling me. I'll see you some other time I guess … here, take this," the boy said, in a hurry. He putting a necklace over her head, its base was a silver dragon necklace.
"Wow! I can keep it? Really?" Hermione asked, examining her gift.
The boy nodded. "I have another one anyways."
"Thanks! – Are you sure I can keep it?"
He nodded again. "What's your name anyway?" he asked.
"Hermione," she answered, "Hermione Granger! What about you?"
"I'm Dra – "
"Hermione! Hermione! Wake up! We've got to be there before 11 o'clock! Do you hear me?"
Hermione cracked opened one eye.
"Aw! And I was just about to find out who my prince charming was!" Hermione pouted as she got out of bed.
"This is going to be a long day!"
Alright! It's been revised and edited! Hahaha!