A/N: Hey everybody! I hope you like this Fanfiction. A bit of a back story, I was bored one day and decided to investigate some Harry Potter theories and I found one that I was instantly drawn to (I can't tell you because it will spoil it). I am definitely not going to believe it unless J.K Rowling confirms it, but I figured it would be a tragic yet beautiful factor to add to a love story. I have been storing it in the back of my mind for a while now and finally I have written down all my ideas and gathered together is story for you.

By the way, the title is not from Lana Del Rey's Young and Beautiful. Although I listen to that song almost daily, I promise it is original and one of my close friends helped me come up with it as a matter of fact, and also with some of the ideas for this story too x

*Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter world or any of its characters. All rights to the wonderful J.K Rowling and Warner Bros.*

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Will You Still Love Me? Dramione Fanfiction

~ Chapter I: Prologue ~

Midnight petals of water splash on the high windows of the Hogwarts Library, cracks of thunder going off in the far distance like firecrackers in the sky.

Perhaps near Hogsmeade, she decides.

She sits by one of the foggy windows in the far corner, drowning in the dim candlelight. Her brown, bushy hair covers her eyes as she buries deep into the world of literature. The Head Girl is drained, stressed to the absolute limit; memories and nightmares of the war playing an important role in her failing attempts to study.

Quiet footsteps bring the young witch back to her distressing reality. Her lightly freckled nose pokes out from the mountain of published work surrounding her, her amber eyes scanning her ill-lit hiding place.

"Typical, Granger," his voice scoffs from behind her, his breath tickling her neck.

The Gryffindor leaps in her seat, the Head Boy closing her lips with one cold, pale hand, turning her squeal into a hushed mumble.

"Merlin," he sighs, "I'm not going to murder you, Granger, calm down!"

Hermione Granger finally releases herself from the young Slytherin, slapping his hand away.

"What the bloody hell was that for?" Draco Malfoy exclaims, stroking his now very crimson hand.

"There was no need to give me such a fright, Malfoy," she snaps back.

"I was waiting for you to notice my presence," he explains, rolling his stormy grey eyes, "but you obviously didn't hear me!"

"You could have coughed," she suggests angrily. "Cleared your throat or something! Not fu – I mean ... uh ... not –"

"Oh! Was the 'Goody-Two-Shoes Granger' about to say 'Fuck'?" Draco raises an eyebrow, his well-known smirk on the wizard's pointy face (Hermione wishes she could rip it off and feed it to a Blast-Ended Skrewt). "How the Pathetic Potter and your boyfriend Weaselbee would be extremely disappointed in you, Granger."

Hermione slowly rises from her seat, grasping her wand in her robe pocket.

"Ron. Is. Not. My. Boyfriend!"

Draco knows almost immediately that he is meddling with her emotions, but he is proud to say he rather enjoys 'Driving her up the bloody wall!" as she would describe it; her scarlet cheeks, her deathly glare, her clenched fists.

Damn, Draco's smirk enlarges.

"Oh no! Did the Weasel dump you for that Brown girl?" the Slytherin imitates a pout. "Such a shame. You must be so heartbroken and jealous. I can't imagine –"

Sharp, excruciating pain shoots through the left side of his platinum blonde head of hair, spreading through to the other side, causing his head to throb. Draco stumbles backwards, a gasp of pain escapes his thin lips as he cautiously opens his eyes; steal grey meeting honey brown.

The Gryffindor witch appears furious. She holds one of her very heavy books in her hands, her knuckles white from gripping far too hard.

"Now, now, no need to crack a fit," Draco says, holding his hands up high to surrender. "But I have to say, Granger, I love making you angry."

The Head Girl glares at the Head Boy's triumphant smirk, sighing angrily as she slides back onto her chair.

"You upset with me now, Granger?"

"No!" she retorts, not taking her eyes away from her Herbology textbook. "I am just a bit ... frustrated."

"Sexually frustrated?" Draco asks, a seductive shimmer in his eyes as he sits across from the irritated witch.

Hermione ignores his rude comment, knowing it is much easier than bickering about it.

"Why are you here, Malfoy?" she asks tiredly. "What do you want?"

"Well," he starts, suddenly sounding almost business-like, "I want to ask a favour."

Hermiones lets out a scoff.

"I never thought I'd see the day," she comments, "that you ask a favour from a Mudblood."

The Slytherin wizard tenses, hiding a cringe at the sound of that revolting insult. He did not understand how Hermione could think so lowly about herself. Yes, he used to remind her every opportunity he had that she was filth, but to be honest with himself, he never believed a word that escaped his mouth in his younger years at Hogwarts.

"You know I never meant any of that, right?" he sighes, his eyes studying the witch's features.

To Draco, the 'War Heroine' is not even close to filth. She is, even though he doubts he will ever admit it to her, breath-taking; thick, luscious hair he believes was never too bushy, eyes of gold along with thick lashes, cheekbones so nicely risen no contouring is ever needed, and lastly, lips of rich cherries; so plump and smooth.

"Malfoy!" Hermione hisses, bringing the lovesick boy out of his trance. "What are you staring at?"

"Your face," he says simply, shrugging his firm shoulders. "Isn't it obvious, Granger?"

Hermione massages the bridge of her nose; she really does not want to tolerate the Slytherin's attitude tonight.

"And yes," he says, "I am asking a favour from you. Surprised?"

"I just don't understand you, Malfoy," Hermione sighs. "One minute you hate my guts and the next ..."

"Look, just ignore all the shit that happened between us in our previous years," says Draco. "I really need your help."

"I cannot just forget about all of that easily," she explains. "Besides, why should I help?"

The young wizard ponders on her question for a moment. He is not exactly expecting this response. Patience is definitely not his forte and he is growing more imatient by the minute. Draco told himself he would leave this unless he really needs to use it, but the Slytherin is exhausted and wants to sleep well.

Hermione gives up on studying and figures she should return back to their common room. As she packs away her books, Draco begins to panic and it slips out his mouth before he can delay himself.

"Please, Granger."

Hermione stills, almost dropping her books. Her eyes are wide as she stares at Draco, bewildered.

"W-What did you just say?" her voice is barely a whisper.

Draco furrows his blonde eyebrows.

"Uh ... I said, 'Please'," he tells her.

As Hermione stares at Draco, the witch takes a moment to examine his looks and notices features she never thought of before; his hair is no longer gelled back, but is now lightly combed with a few loose strands covering his crystal eyes. She trails her eyes down his pointed nose, his chap-free lips and sharp jawline.

Now Hermione seems to understand why majority of the girls at Hogwarts fall for this 'Sex God'.

"Like what you see, Granger?"

Hermione merrily rolls her eyes, hiding the light shade of pink washing over her cheeks.

"So, what is it you want me to do, Malfoy?" she asks, desperate to change the subject.

"I can't exactly tell you now," Draco says quietly, looking around for any sign of a presence. "Somebody might hear us."

"Besides us, I don't think anybody visits the library in the middle of the night –"

"Still," he interrupts, "I don't want to risk it, because if anybody found out ..."

Hermione sighs irritably.

"Do you have a free period after lunch tomorrow?" the Gryffindor witch asks, looking up at the taller boy.

"Yes?"

"Is that an answer or a question?" Hermione inquires. "Oh, surely you remember your timetable by now!"

"Not everybody is like you, Granger," Draco sneers. "Not everybody knows their timetables like the back of their hands."

"Do you have a free period or not?" she snaps.

"Alright, alright, I do!"

"Good," says Hermione. "If you are so desperate for my help, meet me in our common room tomorrow at the very start of our free period. If you are not there, I cannot say I will have the decency to wait for you. There are plenty of assignments I could be using that time for –"

"Fine!" Draco barks. "I won't be late ..."

The young wizard stands, awkwardly looking at Hermione who is staring right at him, biting her bottom lip anxiously.

Oh Merlin, she biting her fucking lip, Draco thinks aggressively, mentally cursing himself when goosebumps erupt on his fair skin.

"See you soon, Granger," he mumbles miserably, turns and begins sauntering out the Library, until he hears her voice.

"Malfoy, wait!"

Draco rapidly spins on his heel, noticing Hermione is standing much closer than before. There is now only a single foot between the two students and Draco's breath is caught in his throat. Draco swears he sees Hermione glance at his parted lips, licking her own.

'Did you – did you really mean what you said?" she asks innocently.

For the 'Brightest Witch of Her Age', the Head Girl seems quite oblivious about how she effects the Head Boy.

"W-What?" he stutters, almost shivering as her breath lightly kisses his cheeks when she shuffles closer.

"Do you really think I'm a Mu ..." Hermione trails off.

Draco watches how her eyes are hiding sorrow buried deep within. He wishes he could help her unleash it, become the happy Hermione she deserves to be, but instead he simply says, "Goodnight, Granger," before leaving the Library as soon as he can.

Hermione stares at the empty chair the Slytherin was sitting on minutes ago before gathering up her things and leaving the place she feels most at home.


A/N: I know this is short but it is just a Prologue. Hopefully the chapters a longer and I apologies in advance if they are not.

I should be updating some time in this week, but in the mean time please favourite and leave reviews! Thank you x

See you soon with the next chapter :)