Draco sat in his bed at Grimmuald Place. He felt as if the fates was laughing at his miserable life. Here he was so close to the woman of his dreams (this being quite literally the truth), but she felt just as far away as from him as 2 years ago when he found out she was his mate. He was currently getting ready for his sixth year and another year of leers and flirting of other men toward HIS Hermione. It wasn't as if he and Hermione weren't close. Oh no, they were close as two best buddies could be! Hermione had been one of the only people to accept Draco when he arrived at the Order's doorstep. She said that she had always believed there was something more to him, that he had more depth than to believe in radical and insane ideas of that monster.
Soon after they became fast friends, she learned to trust him with her life and vice versa. However, Harry and Ron didn't come around till the past summer. Draco bailed the two out of getting in trouble with the Order for breaking curfew laws. It seemed so silly to think that all it took was a few words to the elders and they were friends for life. And that as it was, they soon began to be known as the Golden Quartet by many Order members, as not one of them being found without one of the others. Draco chuckled to himself at the thought of their title, the Golden Quartet. Could none of the members have chosen something more creative and maybe a bit more masculine? Although, from the pictures of singing quartets that Hermione had shown him, the mustaches seemed quite the addition of facial hair. He could make a mustache like that look great.
But, he was getting off course; he needed to figure out a way out of the friend zone. Harry and Ron taunted him mercilessly once they learned he had the hots for their bookworm. Moreover, they did not take heed to giving him any ideas to solve this dilemma either.
Draco sighed to himself, what was he to do? No one had ever warned him of the friend zone. Growing up a rather handsome man with his chiseled features and stormy eyes paired with his silky pale blonde hair that just brushed his eyes, he did not have trouble with girls. They adored his every move, some even having the gall to tell him his breathing was beautiful.
Nonetheless, they had no chance when adorning the halls was the one Hermione Granger. Draco adored her breathing and everything about the young girl. Yet, who could resist her delicate beauty? She had become the class' greatest diamond in the rough. She wasn't even half-way through being polished, and every boy in their grade (albeit Harry and Ron) was in love with her. Draco couldn't blame them though for loving his mate as well though; she was breath-taking and stunning with her rich chocolate and caramel swirls of hair, petite but curvy figure, and fiery golden eyes that lit up with any and every emotion. Just thinking of his mate now made him want to grab her from her place by the fire, drag her to his room, and kiss those round rosy lips until they were swollen. Draco knew he couldn't do this though, one reason being that they were best friends and best friends don't just drag each other around and snog them senseless. The other reason was that Draco didn't know if he could stop once he saw her in that state, it wasn't that he would take her unwillingly ( the veela pheromones would make sure she was more than willing), but he just wanted her to fall in love with him before they began any kind of relationship. He was whipped and he knew it, but he relished in the idea rather than detest it. He loved Hermione and not just because they were destined for each other, but because for the person she had become in his life. She was caring, loving, forgiving, sympathetic, intelligent, bold, and his closest friend. He never met anyone like her and he knew he never would again (in this life or the next). He was just glad the fates had chosen such a better half for him to live with for the rest of his life (this time around anyway), though he did wish they would stop using his life as entertainment by putting him in the friend zone to the love of his life!
Draco knew there was no use moping anymore, he had to get ready to go to Diagon Alley with Hermione for supplies. Maybe, while there he could make some progress out of this pile of dragon dung his life had become.
So what do you think about his continuation to my story that has been on hiatus for some odd years? Yeah, sorry about that fellow readers! Forgivness probably only comes with a follow up chapter right? Well I promise another in two weeks' time! Thank you for being so devoted to read the chapter and this bold writing at the bottom that no one reads!
~Eccentricwriter94