Disclaimer: Does anyone know how to contact J.K. Rowling? I'd like to buy the story to Harry Potter, because I sure don't own it.
Draco Malfoy fell in love when he was just eleven years old. He knew the moment that he saw her, sitting alone in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, that she had to be his. Before he knew what he was doing, he strode into the compartment and sat across from her.
She looked up at him questioningly. Her hair was rather bushy, but it was endearing. She had big brown eyes that made his stomach twist into knots, and her two front teeth were slightly larger than normal, but he found this all… cute. She was cute.
She replaced her confused expression with a warm smile. "Hi! I'm Hermione Granger." She stook out an arm and he shook it. Her hand was soft, Draco noticed absentmindedly. He didn't recognize the name Granger, and this scared him. What if she was a Mudblood? He shook the though off, convinced that he couldn't be attracted to someone like that.
"Draco Malfoy," He drawled, attempting to cover up the wonder in his voice.
She bounced in her sit, her hair bouncing around her. "Are you excited? I've already read all of my books, and the spells don't seem too difficult."
"All of them?"
She nodded, smiling. "What house do you think you'll be in? I want to be in Gryffindor, but I wouldn't mind Ravenclaw."
His heart sank. Gryffindor? "Slytherin."
She stopped bouncing. "Oh." She looked like she was at a loss for words. "Well, I hope that you enjoy Slytherin. It sounds like you're pretty sure about it."
Draco nodded. "My parents were both in Slytherin. And my grandparents. And my great- grandparents."
"Oh. My parents are both muggles, so I have no clue which one I'll be in!" She smiled again, provoking the squirming feeling in his stomach again.
"Both of them?" He said, his eyes widening. She couldn't be a Mudblood!
She nodded. "Is something wrong, Draco?"
Hearing her say his name was like a slap across the face. "I can't be talking to you," He whispered.
"Why not?" She asked, her voice sounding hurt.
"Because you're parents are muggles. I'm not supposed to be friends with… muggle borns," He said, forcing the last word out in an attempt to not hurt her feelings.
"That's ridiculous!" Her cheeks flushed scarlet, and her big brown eyes narrowed. "Why would you say something like that?"
"Father always said that Mudbloods are no better than muggles, and should be treated like them."
Hermione's eyes filled up with tears, and she ran out of the compartment, bringing her luggage with her. Draco stared at her seat, feeling like he should cry himself. This made him angry with himself. She was just a Mudblood! Why should he be angry with himself?
"Hey." A voice snapped him back to reality. Draco looked up, meeting the eyes of a small girl. Her black hair was cut short, and her eyes were cold, but they had an interested gleam in them. She had a pug-like face, he noticed. "I'm Pansy. Pansy Parkinson."
Draco recognized her name. Pureblood. He nodded at her awkwardly, avoiding direct eye contact.
She smiled. "You're cute. I like you."
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Draco stood in line with the other first years, staring at the Hermione girl. She was talking to a boy with glasses and a redheaded boy. Draco made a guess that this was one of the Weaselys, judging by his bright red hair and the fact that his robes looked shaggy.
Draco fingered at his own robes self-consciously. By chance, Hermione's eyes raised and met his own. Without meaning to, he smiled. She hesitated before smiling back.
She had a nice smile.
"Granger, Hermione." Draco watched her walk across and sit on the stool before the Sorting Hat was set on her head.
Almost immediately, it shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Draco heart sank.
Other names were called, but all he was aware of was the fact that Hermione was sitting at a table he would never be able to go to. She was sitting and smiling shyly, talking to what appeared to be another Weasely. It was one of the twins. His eyes lingered on Hermione longer than necessary, and it made Draco want to explode.
"Malfoy, Draco." Draco stalked to the stool and sat down, trying to keep his eyes away from Hermione.
The Sorting Hat paused. "SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherin table exploded into applause and he made his way to sit down next to another first year.
"I'm Vincent. Vincent Crabbe."
"Draco Malfoy." It was like hearing his voice from another body. It sounded distant. All he was paying attention to was the red headed twin smiling at Hermione.
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Marcus Flint clapped Draco's back, grinning at him profusely. "Welcome to the team, Malfoy. When did you say your father was sending in those brooms?"
Draco grinned. "They're in my dorm."
Flint nodded. "I'm going to ask Snape for a slip to get us on the field. Gryffindor's practicing today, but we've got to train our new Seeker."
Half an hour later, Draco was wearing his new Quidditch rode and making his way down to the field, surrounded by the team and holding his brand new broom. Making his father proud.
The Gryffindor team was already on the field, talking. Wood looked up, his face turning angry. "Idiot," Flint muttered under his breath.
But Draco wasn't paying attention to Wood. He had just noticed Hermione standing next to Ron and Harry. And, of course, the Weasely twin was standing protectively next to her.
Draco was suddenly livid. He should be the one standing there, next to her, and laughing at what she said. He should be the one to affectionately ruffle her hair. He should be the one receiving her lingering looks.
Before he knew it, Hermione had strode up and glared coldly at him. Her big brown eyes flashed with anger and Draco grew absolutely livid. Why was she angry at him?
"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent."
Draco felt like he was about to explode. She assumed he didn't have any talent, of course. Just because he had to be mean to her just to keep up his father's expectations. He narrowed his eyes and said the worst thing that came to mind. "No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood."
Weasely drew his wand out and pointed it at him. Of course, the fool cursed himself, and Harry and Hermione rushed him off to Hagrid's. Predictably, the Weasely twin, nearly cursed him then, but the team strode off the field, bringing Draco with him.
As Draco sat in the infirmary later, Madame Pomfrey rubbing think oil onto his face, getting rid of the boils that the twin had cursed onto him, the image of Hermione's face would haunted him, as it would forever. The look of genuine hurt that he had caused.
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Draco looked around the Great Hall, not admiring the decorations, just observing them. There were ice sculptures, Christmas trees; snow was even falling from the ceiling, stopping just above head level. Other people were staring in wonder, but this wasn't something his mother hadn't pulled off on her usual Christmas parties.
Pansy was clutching is arm, toying with her diamond necklace. Her dress was very revealing, and every boy in the Hall seemed to notice. It was an emerald color with a plunging neckline that showed more cleavage than any other girl dared to show. It barely covered her butt, and the five-inch high heels she was wearing showed off her toned legs. She was constantly rubbing her hand on his dick, murmuring how much she wanted him.
Draco couldn't care less.
He found himself wondering if Hermione was even coming. Would she show if she didn't have a date? The Yule Ball seemed like something she wouldn't exactly enjoy, even with a date.
And then he saw her. Clutching Viktor Krum's arm, she strode into the Hall, smiling her dazzling smile. Her strapless dress, a light blue with purple trim, fell to the floor, and her normally bushy hair was tamed and curled elegantly. Draco stopped in his tracks and watched her pass.
She was beautiful.
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Blaise grinned. "You like her."
Draco glared at him. "Please. She's a Mudblood. That's like saying I fancy a donkey."
Blaise sighed. "You're my best mate, Draco. I can tell. You like her."
"Sod off." Draco climbed into his bed, and attempted to fall asleep. Merlin, it was getting hard to sit in the same room as her and watch her take absolutely no notice of him.
"She likes you, too."
Draco rolled his eyes. The fucking Weasely twin made sure she didn't notice anyone else. Especially after-
Draco shut down that thought then. He was not going to think about it. "I said fuck off, Zabini."
"She's actually pretty hot if you think about it."
Draco couldn't control the rage curling in his stomach. "You twat, leave it alone!"
Finally, Blaise was silent. Of course, the silence brought thought Draco didn't want to think about.
Sometimes, when the overwhelming urge to see her was too large to ignore, he went to the library. Hermione was always in the library. It was in the library where he saw them.
He knew there was something wrong when he heard the giggling. She never made as much as a sound in the library.
He peered through the shelves and saw it. The Weasely twin was sitting at a table with her, various books and scraps of parchment spread out. Hermione stopped giggling and put on a face of seriousness.
"Fred, seriously. I'm supposed to be helping you study. Stop being distracting."
"But we've already been through this a million times!" He groaned, making a pouty face.
"Twice, Fred. Honestly," She said, fighting a smile and failing completely.
"But I completely understand it, now! I'll ace this charms test!" He flashed a smile, showing off his perfect teeth. Not that Draco's were less perfect; it just annoyed him how the twin managed to look perfect in her eyes.
"So, you're ready to pack up and leave?"
"Yes."
"And say goodbye for the night?"
Fred froze. "Actually, studying a bit more won't hurt." They were a couple of inches away from each other. Draco could see the twin's breath ruffle her hair.
Hermione smiled, and, as if not meaning to, touched his lips. "Exactly." She blinked and realized what she was doing. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
She looked away, but Weasely reached up and touched her face. "Hermione," He whispered, exactly how Draco wanted to whisper it.
She gazed into his eyes, and Weasely leaned in to kiss her. She looked frozen with shock, but then she completely melted into him. He pulled her out of her chair and on top of him, running his hands down her sides. Draco, surprised that the goody-two-shoes Hermione would let anyone do such a thing, watched as Weasely gripped her thighs. As he ran his fingers onto her butt, under her shirt, she whimpered in pleasure, and kissed him harder. Draco felt like he was going to vomit at any moment.
Weasely drew away, and stared into her eyes for a long time before whispering, "Hermione, I love you. I always have, I always will."
And, although the words killed Draco, although the words made his insides burn, although it made Draco want to kill someone, preferably Weasely, she whispered, "I love you, too. Forever."
Within a week, Draco became a Death Eater.
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Every time he saw her, he remembered those memories. Every time he heard someone mention the trio, he thought of her. Of her soft hair. Of her dazzling smile. Of her big brown eyes. Of her stunning personality. Of her hand in the Weasely twin's. Of his lingering fingers on the small of her back.
Of the utter heartbreak he felt every time he saw her.
That's why, when he discovered her, laying in the woods, surrounded by the remaining to members of the trio, on the verge of death, the only thing that came to his mind was terror and the overwhelming urge to help.
A/N: Oooh.. First story! Hope you like it!
It took me a while to figure out what to write about... A Dramione isn't exactly the easiest thing to write...
I just had to add in Fred X Hermione... they're my second favorite matching... Sorry, guys! Don't worry... Draco will prevail! He's just too hot not to, right?
So... I hope you enjoyed it!
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