Chapter One
It was late at night. The whole Malfoy manor was quiet, everyone was asleep. Everyone except fifteen year old Draco Malfoy. Instead, Draco stood looking out of his bedroom window. He hadn't been sleeping well, especially since his father, Lucius Malfoy, had disappeared last month. That, plus his thoughts were taken up by a certain Mudblood.
"Why do you taunt me, Hermione?" whispered Draco to the empty room that still remained bedecked in green and silver, in celebration of getting into Slytherin House. A picture of Hermione Granger swam in his head. Draco shook his head helplessly. If he tried to confess his love for her, she'd think it was the cruellest of jokes. But.Pansy Parkinson was getting on his nerves.
Draco pulled out some parchment, a quill, and an ink bottle. Draco dipped the quill in the ink and began to write.
Dear Hermione, How are you? Fancy meeting me in London Park sometime next week? Wednesday okay? See you then. Harry
Draco knew it wasn't a nice thing to pretend he was the boy he hated with a passion, but he didn't want Hermione to flatly refuse him. Draco whistled quietly and his eagle owl flew to him. "Take this to Hermione okay?" Draco said. The owl hooted as Draco tied the letter to its leg. The owl nipped his finger and flew out the window. Only then could Draco sleep.
The next morning Draco woke to hear a tapping on his window. Draco stood and opened the window, allowing the owl to fly in. Draco took the reply off of the owl's leg and opened it.
Dear Harry, London Park on Wednesday sounds great! See you then. Hermione
Draco folded the letter and went downstairs to join his mother for breakfast. Neither Narcissa nor Draco spoke as they ate, never had.
When breakfast was over, Draco holed himself in his room. Draco finished his homework that day.
Two days later Draco got dressed in his Muggle clothes that he usually only wore when he went to King's Cross. He made his way out of the Malfoy manor and off the grounds. He walked the 5 mile journey to London Park and waited near a tree. Hermione came and waited nervously nearby, shifting her weight nervously.
Draco sighed and composed himself and stepped up behind Hermione. "Hey Hermione," Draco said. A shriek sprang forth from Hermione's mouth and she spun to look at Draco. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" snarled Hermione. "You agreed to come here," Draco answered. "What do you mean? I agreed to meet Harry here, not you," Hermione retorted. "The letter you received was false. I wrote it. Not Harry," Draco said. Hermione was disbelieving. "Is this the newest of cruel jokes? You aren't satisfied with taunting Ron, Harry, and I at school, you have to continue with personal meetings out of school," Hermione said.
Draco ignored her babbling and pressed his lips to hers, muffling her. God, why am I doing this? Just like that? Draco thought. Hermione made no objections as she melted into the kiss. Hermione then pulled back, as if just realizing whose lips hers were pressed against. Hermione scowled and pushed Draco away.
Both were now quiet, staring at each other. Draco was the one to shatter the silence. "Err-so," Draco said. "So," replied Hermione. "Did you like Bulgaria?" asked Draco, remembering a rumour he had heard last year. "Oh! That! I didn't go.Mum and Dad wouldn't allow it," Hermione answered. "Oh. Well.err-It's getting late. I'll see you again. Sometime. Before school starts I'm sure," Draco said, his platinum hair falling softly over his eyes. "Right. Send me an owl before our next meeting will you? Especially since Ron nor the real Harry has," Hermione said. "You can be sure of it," Draco said. They said good-bye then the two parted.
Draco said nothing to his mother of where he had gone.
It was late at night. The whole Malfoy manor was quiet, everyone was asleep. Everyone except fifteen year old Draco Malfoy. Instead, Draco stood looking out of his bedroom window. He hadn't been sleeping well, especially since his father, Lucius Malfoy, had disappeared last month. That, plus his thoughts were taken up by a certain Mudblood.
"Why do you taunt me, Hermione?" whispered Draco to the empty room that still remained bedecked in green and silver, in celebration of getting into Slytherin House. A picture of Hermione Granger swam in his head. Draco shook his head helplessly. If he tried to confess his love for her, she'd think it was the cruellest of jokes. But.Pansy Parkinson was getting on his nerves.
Draco pulled out some parchment, a quill, and an ink bottle. Draco dipped the quill in the ink and began to write.
Dear Hermione, How are you? Fancy meeting me in London Park sometime next week? Wednesday okay? See you then. Harry
Draco knew it wasn't a nice thing to pretend he was the boy he hated with a passion, but he didn't want Hermione to flatly refuse him. Draco whistled quietly and his eagle owl flew to him. "Take this to Hermione okay?" Draco said. The owl hooted as Draco tied the letter to its leg. The owl nipped his finger and flew out the window. Only then could Draco sleep.
The next morning Draco woke to hear a tapping on his window. Draco stood and opened the window, allowing the owl to fly in. Draco took the reply off of the owl's leg and opened it.
Dear Harry, London Park on Wednesday sounds great! See you then. Hermione
Draco folded the letter and went downstairs to join his mother for breakfast. Neither Narcissa nor Draco spoke as they ate, never had.
When breakfast was over, Draco holed himself in his room. Draco finished his homework that day.
Two days later Draco got dressed in his Muggle clothes that he usually only wore when he went to King's Cross. He made his way out of the Malfoy manor and off the grounds. He walked the 5 mile journey to London Park and waited near a tree. Hermione came and waited nervously nearby, shifting her weight nervously.
Draco sighed and composed himself and stepped up behind Hermione. "Hey Hermione," Draco said. A shriek sprang forth from Hermione's mouth and she spun to look at Draco. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" snarled Hermione. "You agreed to come here," Draco answered. "What do you mean? I agreed to meet Harry here, not you," Hermione retorted. "The letter you received was false. I wrote it. Not Harry," Draco said. Hermione was disbelieving. "Is this the newest of cruel jokes? You aren't satisfied with taunting Ron, Harry, and I at school, you have to continue with personal meetings out of school," Hermione said.
Draco ignored her babbling and pressed his lips to hers, muffling her. God, why am I doing this? Just like that? Draco thought. Hermione made no objections as she melted into the kiss. Hermione then pulled back, as if just realizing whose lips hers were pressed against. Hermione scowled and pushed Draco away.
Both were now quiet, staring at each other. Draco was the one to shatter the silence. "Err-so," Draco said. "So," replied Hermione. "Did you like Bulgaria?" asked Draco, remembering a rumour he had heard last year. "Oh! That! I didn't go.Mum and Dad wouldn't allow it," Hermione answered. "Oh. Well.err-It's getting late. I'll see you again. Sometime. Before school starts I'm sure," Draco said, his platinum hair falling softly over his eyes. "Right. Send me an owl before our next meeting will you? Especially since Ron nor the real Harry has," Hermione said. "You can be sure of it," Draco said. They said good-bye then the two parted.
Draco said nothing to his mother of where he had gone.