Chapter One: When Draco Met Hermione
A/N: Thanks to Feltson Lover for the review on What Led DM to DM. She was wondering what Draco's reaction to finally meeting Hermione would be. I do love to write from his POV and I thought why not, I love me some Draco especially a smitten one! So thanks for the inspiration!
Dedicated to Feltson Lover.
The day has finally come. I am going to meet the rockstar poet behind the words I just can't seem to get enough of. To me, it's love crack. I get a hit, and I just want more. She once let slip that it might be me she is directing her poetry to now, and if that's the truth, I am very honored. I'd love to meet a girl like her. But if I'm being honest, not a girl like her, but her. And she will be here very soon.
I already know she's beautiful on the inside. And she is on the outside too. Google works both ways. Her name is so unusual and only one Librarian came up when I searched her twitter name LibraryGirl. I didn't know what I was expecting, if anything to come out of this. I already know I could fall for her, I was already in love with her words.
I am nervously watching the backstage door. I lean on the doorframe with my arms crossed in front of me to still myself, being a jumble of nerves. I know I am the picture of casual nonchalance, I am an actor after all. I feel like I am the fan anxiously waiting to meet his favorite author.
She comes in, gets through the interrogation to make sure she's got the right to be back here, and is finally let through. She is very nervous and I expected that. I know she is also a fan about to meet someone in her favorite movie series. She reminds me of an animal in the zoo, pacing back and forth in an invisible cage. When she shakes her hands by her sides, she is absolutely adorable. She sees me and her eyes widen, and she looks like a deer caught in headlights.
I confidently stride towards her and say, "Hermione, right?" and give her a hug. She feels like she was made to fit in my arms. She is just the right height for me to give her kisses on the top of that gorgeous curly brown mane. She is wearing a fandom t-shirt and skirt and looks very cute. I think she has been stunned into silence, but she does give me a hug back and I hear her inhale and sigh. I ask if it's okay for her to watch from here and gesture towards a chair that gives her a front row view to where I will be sitting. She simply nods. I tell her after this is over I will be hers and she finally says, "I am very much looking forward to that".
It's show time so I head towards the stage. I touch her soft cheek and am rewarded with instant karma as she can't resist writing something right then and there.
His tough feather light
my skin is forever marked
I am a goner.
I take out my phone and check. I like what she wrote, then put my phone away. I can't help but smirk because this one is definitely about me! Wow, how does she do that? I've forever marked her with my touch? I like that thought very much. I wink at her and she gives me a shy smile. And while I would rather talk to her and pick her brain to see how it is she can crank poetry out on the fly like that, duty calls. Gotta make the fans happy. While I love the enthusiasm of the fans, I really want to get to know Hermione. I start ticking down the minutes til I can be alone with her.