Starting Anew

by AllieJannie

Narcissa Malfoy is sick and ready for death. Her only wish is for her son, Draco, to always be with her to the very end. That would be a hard task as the Ministry plans to throw him to Azkaban. His only hope is to convince Hermione to defend him by showing her that he changed. But could that actually lead to something more?

1. Preface

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all the characters does not belong to me (no matter how much I want to). It belongs to the one and only J.K. Rowling.

A/N: Hello guys! This is actually, embarrassingly, my first attempt to write a Dramione Fanfiction. Hopefully, you guys would like it! :)

Preface

"Mud—I mean, Granger," Draco stared at the curly brunette, the arrogant smirk gone when she wasn't budging. He ran a hand through his hair and his mouth was set in a thin line. "Please."

The said woman shook her head. She furrowed her eyebrows, and her gaze only stayed at the once proud Slytherin who now had his hands clasped together as he continued to beg. What was she supposed to say? 'Sorry, I couldn't do it. I'm traumatized from the way, and I don't want to be reminded of your aunt'? She let out a shaky sigh. "Malfoy, I can't do this. I can't defend you if I know that you haven't changed a bit."

Hermione was about to walk away when he grabbed her arm, whisking her around in a 360 twirl. His stormy eyes sent shivers down her spine and the word 'mudblood' on her arm started to throb. "Then I'll show you," his voice was soft yet firm. "Please, Granger, I'll show you I'm more than what my father is, just give me this one chance."

"Why are you so determined to do this? It's just one month!"

"Because, I'd be damned if I'd spend that month in Azkaban and leave my mother alone," he scowled. "She's the reason Potter's alive, and do you really want her to continue this last few weeks of her life without her husband and son just because the Golden Trio never gave a Malfoy a chance."

And that was what it started.

Hermione didn't know if it was because of the way he guilt tripped her, or maybe it was the way he looked—how desperate he was to protect his mother and let her die with her son by her side. Or maybe it was because of the fact that he went to her for help and not anyone else.

Whatever it was, she consented.

And now, she'd go through this process—this process to show the world that there was more to Draco Malfoy that everyone saw. What she didn't know was that she would also be realizing this as well, because this was the truth.

Draco Malfoy was—is more than what meets the eye.

And after the months pass, Hermione found herself agreeing even if a Veritaserum was shoved down her throat.