HARRY POTTER DOES NOT BELONG TO ME, IF NOT I'D PUT OBVIOUS HINTS OF DRAMIONE IN THE BOOKS


I was on the platform 9 3/4, starting my new career as Arithmancy teacher. I got all my luggage ready.....and looked at the surroundings. Nostalgia flooded through me when I saw parents kissing their children goodbye, heaving their trolleys through the barrier. I remembered my first time, bringing stacks of thick books, which I've read thtough during summer. I felt such a know-it-all...

And somehow, my thoughts lingered to Malfoy. We never met after our kiss in the Diagon Alley Cafe. I sighed. And I was carrying my stuff onto the train when I heard a voice call my name...

"Hermione!"

Probably my imagination...

"Hermione!"

It was clearer.....

I turned around and saw Malfoy, of all people, running through the bustling crowd, his white-blonde hair glinting in the sun. I stood there, frozen when his arms entwined me and we were in a liplock.

Catch me, catch me, catch me, c'mon catch me,
I want you now,
I know you can save me, come and save me,
I need you now
.

We parted and Draco pushed me a card in my hands.

"I'm sorry, Mione....I can't follow, on Ministry's orders....but I'll always love you, remember me...." He said, puffing and panting.

He kissed me again and said "Good luck!"

I looked at him, tears shining in my eyes. When the train rumbled on the tracks, I opened the card. There was a moving picture of me and Draco, taken unsuspectingly by the cafe owner when we were kissing, and the words,

I am yours forever, yes, forever,
I will follow,
Anywhere in anyway,
Never gonna let go.

I smiled to myself.