The Hogwarts Delacour
Summary: A Dramione Veela Story. Hermione was raised by the Delacours. Growing up amongst part-veelas and purebloods makes Hermione easily the brightest and most popular witch at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Draco Malfoy is intrigued by Hermione and is determined to get her to know his name. But what will happen when secrets are revealed?
Disclaimer: I do not own or have rights anything I reference, and nor do I own or have rights to Harry Potter. This story has been written for entertainment purposes only and is not for profit.
IMPORTANT Author's Notes:
This IS most definitely a Dramione story, although it is one with lots of twists, turns and bumps on the way, just so you know :)
I write about the magical creatures veela like this 'veela and veelas' and 'I am a veela', but I also use the phrase 'I am Veela'. Saying 'I am Veela' in this story is an old-fashioned way of putting it. 'I am a veela' is the modern way.
Although parts of this story are written in third-person (with thoughts being written in italics), I indicate a change of focus on a character by placing a horizontal line between the old and new focus on certain characters. The first character named in the first sentence of a section, 9 times out of 10, is the focus in that particular section.
I try my hardest to make all of the Hermione focused sections be written in present-tense and make all of the sections with the focus on Draco and other characters be written in past tense.
[I indicate larger passings of time that are important to the plot in bold in square brackets like this or with horizontal lines when the length of time is not that significant].
Please note I spell Fleur's English dialogue incorrectly on purpose, as I do with all non-native English speakers who don't study at Hogwarts or live in Britain. I'm trying to emulate JK Rowling's writing style for this.
Now all of that has said, please enjoy the story!
Chapter One – Meeting Miss Delacour
'Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.'
-William Shakespeare
It was on The Hogwarts Express when Draco Malfoy first met Hermione Delacour.
Draco was sitting with Crabbe and Crabbe's friend Goyle on the train waiting for the sweet lady to arrive with their favourite treats when she had appeared at his compartment on the train. By that time, Draco had spent almost the entire train journey listening to Crabbe and Goyle rant on and on about which house they could possibly be in. Even though he had made friends with them, by the time he had sat and listened to them for more than an hour, Draco realised that they were complete blockheads. Once this realisation was made, Draco found himself wishing Pansy Parkinson would show up and amuse him for awhile. Of course, she didn't, but Hermione Delacour did.
At first, Draco Malfoy didn't care or know why she was there. At first, he didn't even bother looking up when she started speaking.
'Excuse me, have you seen a toad anywhere? A boy named Neville has lost one.' She said. Draco's first thought was that she sounds irritating, like a felt-tip pen scratching angrily across paper, especially with her funny accent. But then he glanced up at her and was surprised at what he saw.
Standing at four-feet-ten in her black school robes, there an enchanting girl of his age in the compartment doorway. He looked up to see the beautiful ringlets of blonde curls frame her oval face and caress her belated chin as the longer layers of her hair fell to her chest. Her rosy cheeks, which were plump with the remnants of sweet puppy-fat that would fade as she grew and reveal high-cheekbones, complimented her fair skin. Then he looked into her honey-brown eyes and they just drew him in with a warmth in them that he had previously only experienced when holding a hot cup of cocoa: he found he couldn't look away. In a word, she was gorgeous.
Draco shook his head: 'No. I haven't.' She turned to leave. 'Wait, what's your name?'
The enchanting girl stopped and turned around to look at him again, whilst simultaneously twirling a single unruly curl in her hand that kept falling into her right eye, as she stayed where she was.
'I'm Hermione. Hermione Mireille Delacour.' She said. 'And you are?'
'Draco Lucius Malfoy.' Draco said, sensing for the first time in his life that his name was not the most important name in the room for a change. She smiled at him brightly, and just like magic, her voice wasn't irritating anymore.
'It's nice to meet you, Draco Lucius.' Hermione replied.
'It's just "Draco". Where are you from?'
'France. My sister Fleur goes to Beauxbatons as a matter of fact, but my parents allowed me to study here, as I think Hogwarts is far superior, wouldn't you agree?' Hermione said as her smile turning into a grin.
'Er, yeah, I guess. I suppose that's why I've never heard of your family then.' Draco said.
'Probably. Although I've heard of yours. It's pretty obvious who you are, when you know that is, you can tell you're a Malfoy by your silvery eyes and blond hair.' It was another matter-of-fact statement and Hermione's voice once again had that autocratic quality to it. Draco didn't say anything as he'd heard people comment on how much he looked like his father a million times already. Then again, he'd never been told how his eyes were "silvery" rather than grey.
'Ooohhh silvery eyes, eh Draco? Twinkly little fairy, aren't you?'
'Shut it, Goyle.' Draco snapped to the blockhead to his left without taking his eyes off Hermione.
'I best continue my search for Neville's toad. I suppose I'll see you around.' Hermione said as she looked around over her shoulder. It was obvious she was ready to go and didn't want to be a part of the banter of the boys in that compartment.
'Will I … will I see you at the Sorting Ceremony? Will you stand next to me?' Draco asked before she stepped away again.
He couldn't believe a beautiful girl could make him so insecure: before this meeting, Draco Malfoy had always found girls kind of icky. But not her. Hermione Delacour was the complete and absolute opposite of icky.
'I'd like that. See you there.' Hermione agreed, and without another word, disappeared off down the train. Leaving Draco Malfoy to daydream about how many tiny freckles he had spotted on her cheeks and ignore Crabbe and Goyle's jokes about how taken he seemed with Hermione Delacour for the rest of the train journey.
Draco attempted to find Hermione Delacour as soon as he got off the Hogwarts Express, not caring that he'd left his friends to seek her out. He felt his heart drop at the fact he couldn't see her anyway at the station as he wandered alone away from the other students, and nor could he see her on the boats that would take them to the castle. It was only once he'd arrived at The Great Hall that it was she who had spotted him.
To his surprise, she skipped over to him instantly and without warning she wrapped her arms around him in a quick hug, making Draco's heart beat like African drums from the momentary embrace that lasted less than five seconds.
'It's amazing, isn't it?' Hermione said, her eyes flicking excitedly to the night sky of the hall before returning to Draco's gaze.
'I guess.' Draco stated. Why is she so interested in all this stuff? And Draco briefly wondered if she was a mudblood with a shiver. No. She can't be. She's too … pretty to be a mudblood. It must be because she's French.
'What house are you hoping for?' Hermione asked.
'Slytherin.' Draco answered.
'Really? I've hardly met anyone who wants to be in Slytherin. Oh no, I don't mean it's a bad house: in fact, I think it's good to be cunning sometimes. I think Slytherin gets a bad reputation for being You-Know-Who's house, but that doesn't mean it deserves its reputation by any means. Personally, I would love to be in Gryffindor, but I suppose Ravenclaw would be okay as well. I don't really think I'm cunning enough to be in Slytherin.' Hermione rambled in a thoughtful way, and Draco found himself surprised at how much he took in every word. No one had captured his attention like this before.
An old witch, who said her name was "Professor McGonagall", had begun calling out the names of students whilst the two had been talking, and suddenly shouted 'Draco Malfoy'.
Draco snapped his eyes from Hermione to the angry old witch who had shouted for him to come forward to the Sorting Hat for the second time. He took in a breath, feeling very nervous about the Sorting all of a sudden. Draco stepped away from Hermione Delacour.
In no way letting his feelings show in his step, little Draco Malfoy strode forward to the Sorting Hat and sat like a prince on the stool at the front of The Great Hall.
Ah, raised to be ambitious I see, the Sorting Hat told him before shouting 'Slytherin!'. It had barely touched the top of Draco's head.
Draco walked over to the Slytherin table, glancing at Hermione Delacour as he moved. He felt his young heart flutter as she smiled at him and clapped with the Slytherins as he sat down beside his new classmates. Draco didn't bother looking at who he sat next to as he watched Hermione as she waited anxiously to be Sorted. Hermione was standing there, shifting her weight from foot to foot and playing with an unruly ringlet that kept falling in her eyes when she had been talking to Draco on the train, as she waited for her name to be called out. Draco found it very cute that she did that. Other girls bit their nails or lips when nervous, but Hermione only discreetly played with a lock of hair and made it looked like she was moving it out her face. It was at that point that Draco realised that Hermione Delacour was a very elegant young lady.
Precisely three minutes later the moment of truth arrived.
'Hmm…this is a tough decision, but it had better be Ravenclaw!' The Sorting Hat announced to the Great Hall after two minutes of decision making. Draco watched as Hermione's face looked puzzled for a second before she smiled again and waltzed over to the Ravenclaw table.
Draco sighed in relief that she had not been placed in Gryffindor: his disappointment would surely have had no end if she had been a stupid lion rather than the elegant bird she was bound to become. Even so, he was sad she wasn't sat beside him at his table.
As the food of the feast appeared, Draco found himself looking over at the Ravenclaw table and witnessed, through the gaps in the bodies of other students in between them, Terry Boot turning to chat to Hermione Delacour. Within a minute, Terry Boot was putting his arm around Hermione Delacour's shoulder in a miniature hug, and Draco dug his fingernails into his palms so hard that they started to bleed.
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