So this story is different from anything I have ever posted... I have absolutely no idea where this is going, aside from it being a Dramione romance. I don't know how long it'll take me to find 50 reasons, but as all chapters will be stand-alone, I'm posting this as it comes. Don't expect regular updates!
Disclaimer: It's all Rowling's.
The-don't-hit-me Disclaimer: I love Harry Potter and everything about it. I also love Harry Potter fanfiction. I'm not criticising anything here, nor do I think I'm funny. I'm just doing this for my own amusement.
All right, so in this chapter I mocked a few Dramione clichés. I am a huge fan of Dramione, so don't take it the wrong way. ^^ Again, just for fun.
50 Reasons to Ship Draco/Hermione
Reason n°1: Because you hate the epilogue from hell, because what kind of name is Albus Severus and who the hell is Astoria?
Hermione stood on Platform Nine and ¾, watching the Hogwarts Express slowly set off on its journey. So many years had passed since Hermione had last been here... Her oldest child, Rose, was now off for her first year at Hogwarts. Rose had her hair and her eyes and most importantly her smarts, so Hermione wasn't worried in the least, but she knew she would miss her daughter.
Out of the corner of her eye, something caught her attention. Twenty feet away, Draco Malfoy was staring at her. Something else she hadn't seen in so many years. She had been shocked to see his hairline was receding. It made him look older, of course, in a more serious and mature way. His son, from the brief glimpse she had caught of him before he went on the train, looked exactly like him at a younger age.
* Here, readers wonder how many children actually resemble their parents this closely. Rose, Scorpius, Albus, oh and probably James too only with his mother's eyes, and Lily is somehow the spitting image of her grandmother because she has her name.*
She stared back, wondering whether Malfoy was thinking the same things about her.
Ron laid a hand on her arm as the Hogwarts Express disappeared. "There goes our daughter," he said with pride. "She really had better beat Scorpius everywhere."
"Ron," she said, irritated.
"I'm just joking, 'Mione."
* Readers start to feel ill at the first occurrence of this nickname.*
"Ron," she said. "Go ahead with Hugo, won't you? I'll stay behind because, er, I need to go to the toilet."
"That's fine, Hermione, even though really you could just wait until we got home since we're Apparating or maybe taking a Portkey and it'll only take about 2.7 seconds."
Ron and Hugo, and Harry and Ginny and little Lily left, and for some reason Astoria vanished into thin air. Hermione and Malfoy – no, Draco – stared into each other's eyes for a while, and then Draco walked over to her and they spoke.
"If I had loved you," she murmured, looking deep into his eyes, "then it would have been really complicated, but eventually we would have married even though I'm not a pureblood."
"And if I had loved you, then we'd have had two children, a daughter and a son, or maybe even twins. They'd have my eyes because I have the prettiest eyes ever, misty and silvery and tortured, and maybe one of them would have your colour hair but it most definitely wouldn't be bushy. The girl might have big, chocolate, amber eyes but of course they'll never be just plain brown."
"Oh yes," Hermione agreed. "We'd have the most beautiful children ever. And they'd both be really witty and smart because it would be in their genetics."
"And we'd give them the best names ever," Draco said dreamily. "Like Lyra or Castor or Constellation or Alcyone or Cassiopeia or – Insert Wikipedia search for constellation names here -. They would never be called after dead old crackpots and creepy double-agents or dead people who married each other like Potter's kids."
"Plus it would make sense for us to marry," Hermione said. "It would give a real sense of closure – redemption, forgiveness and all. We've known each other for years."
"Yeah," Draco agreed. "I've never even heard of this Astoria girl. I didn't even know Daphne had a sister! And me marrying a pureblood... I don't feel like my character has grown up all that much."
"Plus if we were together we'd never grow old," Hermione said. "In fanfiction, wrinkles don't exist unless they're lines etched by worry and hardships and angst and the power of love. You wouldn't have that receding hairline."
"The epilogue would have been perfect if we had been together," Draco sighed.
Okay, so sue me, I'm a Dramione fan. I do think the epilogue would have been perfect with this pairing - but I never expected it to happen. ^^ It could never have happened. Wishful thinking is nice, though.
I have read so many Dramione fics describing the pairing's children that I realised they almost always looked the same... One parent's eyes and the other's hair. Not that there's anything wrong with that... only, well, there are other distinguishing features than eyes and hair.
