Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own the wonderful world of Harry Potter, all the credit goes to J.K Rowling.
A/N: This is my first story ever. It doesn't take into consideration the epilogue of the saga. The story takes place after Hogwarts. Please, review, it would mean the world the me to know what you think of my story. I don't know how long the story will be but I will try to update it regularly. Moreover, English is not my first language so please, if I do any mistakes, point them out to me. I am also looking for someone who could preview my story before I post the other chapters. And I'm done, I hope you'll enjoy.
-SweetContradiction
Prologue
"Love. A single word. Four letters. This simple word may seems like any other words but it is the reason behind the majority of the great tragedy, an handful of broken hearts and it is the word that helped those who thought everything was doomed and that life was not worth living, feel alive again. Love can show itself under different forms, whether it is the love a that teenagers feels the moment they lay their eyes, full of hope and naivety, on the person they dream about at night but that last only an instant. It can also be the kind of love that gives people pink cheeks and the impression that their stomach is full of butterflies, ready to fly away to go see the reason of their presence. Or it can be the love that married people feel the day they are bounding themselves to their soul mates." She said winking at her best friends. " Love can be a lot of different thing but one thing is sure, love will always be present, no matter what happen in life, not matter how hard things can get, love will always triumph. I think that the greatest example we can all have today is the love that is present here tonight between Harry and Ginny. The two of them survived a war, managed to convince Ron that it was not that bad that his best friend was involved with his sister and even managed to come out of the wedding preparation intact –And that was the most difficult part of all considering Molly was the one in charge. But seriously, I think we should all raise our glass to the newlyweds! Have a wonderful and long marriage. To Harry and Ginny!"
Putting a fake smile on her face and raising her glass in the air while the guest were cheering their love to the bride and groom, Hermione Granger was wondering what the hell was she saying. How can love be the answer to everything? If she really believed that, she would have been already married and pregnant by the time. Of course it was not the case because, she Hermione Granger, "The Brightest Witch of Her Age", was way too pragmatic to believe in such a futile concept as love. As she was returning to her seat with the thought of drowning herself in alcohol, she had the, not necessarily unpleasant surprise, to hear a voice she had not heard in years.
"Long time no see, Granger."
Turning around to see the owner of that voice, she saw the one and only Draco Malfoy. It would be a lie to say that he still looked like he did during their time at Hogwarts. It looked like the five years away from the castle had been magical for him. He seemed taller and stronger not all scrawny and pointy looking as he did in their youths. His blond hair were not covered in gel like they used to but looked like he had just had a quick shag in a broom closet and that he forgot to comb them before coming out. Hermione could affirmed that he was handsome and maybe even shag material, not that she would ever have the guts to tell him. Remembering she needed to answer, she crooked a small smile and looked in his grey eyes.
"Not long enough, Malfoy."
Eying her openly, Draco Malfoy was baffled by the sight in front of his eyes. Beaver girl had certainly changed. Her shape was more defined, or maybe she had always had those wonderful curves but he did not saw them because he was only focussing on her blood or they were just hiding under her baggy clothes. "That must be it," he thought, "or otherwise, I must have been blind to not see those curves." Even with her high pony tail, he could that her hair seemed to be as wild as before, not that is was a problem anymore, it made her look a bit less like a Miss-Know-It-All and more like a real women, the type he seemed to be attracted these days.
"So, Granger, because you look to be enjoying the weeding as much as I do, what do you think about playing a game."
"I AM enjoying the weeding Malfoy. But what kind of game did you had in head?"
"What are the odds, Granger that you'll pay with me?
She looked at him warily and nodded.
"Ok so we count up to three, then if we say the same number afterward, you play with me, if not, I won't bother you any longer, deal?"
"Deal"
Looking in each other eyes, they started to count.
"1, 2,3, 1"
And just like that, with a simple game, Hermione Granger was beginning to love the wedding a bit more, yes love.
A/N: Et voilà! So this is only the prologue but I promise that there will be more actions to come in the next chapters. Don't forget to follow, review and to press the favorite buttons!
-SweetContradiction