The Golden Arrow
A Draco and Hermione romance story.
Rated: PG - 13
Summary: It is 6th year at Hogwarts, and Hermione has fallen for Draco. But Draco is not who he seems. Things start to get interesting after a problem in potions class.... ( not about a love potion, either). There may be a prequel to explain how they got together, but for now, it just about a bit after.
Chapter 1: Problems in Potions
Hermione's POV:
It had been half of a year since they had fallen in love. Nobody knew about it. It was a secret relationship. She had confessed all of her feelings to him in a gush, and he had accepted her. He had let her into his life, and had let her become his. She loved every minute of it. Draco was a nice guy inside. He was like a porcupine. Hard to touch without getting hurt, but once inside, all sweetness.
Today in Potions class they were making what was called a Wroighty potion. This potion was an old one, that Professor Snape said was extremely experimental. All he knew about it was that it was supposed to be used on beings of extreme power. It was fatal to them. But Professor Snape extremely doubted this. He decided to try to make the potion instead.
Sitting next to Harry and Ron, her two best friends, she hoped what would happen when Snape called out partners. She was close with them, but not as close as she was with Draco.
"Parkinson.....Longbottom; Potter.....ah, what the hell...Weasley, and, hmm....Granger with Mr. Malfoy." Called out Professor Snape.
Hermione let out a groan of disgust. It was all pretend though. Draco snickered in the front row, but his snickers were also pretend. They were secretly very happy to be put together.
"Stuck with Malfoy...eww...I pity you, 'Mione," said Ron. He looked quite happy to be working with Harry. What, was Professor Snape being nice for a change putting those two together? "Yeah, what do you want written on your headstone? I can see it now 'R.I.P. If you can.'"
"Honestly, Ron. It is only one project..."started Hermione.
"Hey, Mudblood, you're slacking. Get down here!" yelled Draco.
"All right, all right..." she replied.
She trudged, with great drama, down to where Draco was sitting. Once they were sure that everyone was busy with their potions and Snape on the other side of the room, Draco whispered to her, "You know, I don't know what I would have done if you didn't get here sooner. I might have come up there and carried you down."
"Oh, would you have?" whispered Hermione back. "And what would everybody say about that?"
"That I'm madly in love with you, and you don't mind one bit, and they'd all be whispering about how they never knew," he whispered rapidly.
"Pansy would have a fit," giggled Hermione.
"MR. MALFOY! MISS GRANGER! STOP TALKING AND GET TO WORK!" roared Snape. Everyone in the room immediately turned their way. They gave each other stern looks like they had been arguing about the potion, and went back to work.
When the potion was finished, it turned a dark green in color. Everybody's did the same. Except for Neville's. His had blown up in his face.
"All right, everybody. Everyone drink some potion and then describe the effects in your notebooks. This lab will be collected tomorrow at the beginning of class. The potion won't be harmful, if you've done it correctly," added Professor Snape glancing at Neville.
"Okay, I'll drink first. Wroighty potion, here goes nothing." She downed the potion quickly, but then didn't know what to say when she saw that Draco's face had gone white. "Well, what are you waiting for. I don't feel a thing. Drink your's, Draco." She said.
"I don't want to. I can't explain. I just can't drink that," said Draco.
"Oh, I know it smells horrible, but it won't kill you...." Muttered Hermione.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Malfoy?" said Snape, rounding the corner of the room and coming to them. "Your potion seems to be in proper condition. "Drink yours."
"I don't....I can't sir." Said Draco.
"What do you mean....can't?" asked Professor Snape.
"I just won't, sir. I have my own reasons," said Draco. By this time, all of the class was fixed on Draco.
"MR. MALFOY! If you do not drink this potion, here now, you will fail this assignment, and will have a detention with Filch on Friday night. Now drink it now!" exclaimed Professor Snape.
"No." said Draco.
"Was that a 'No, I won't drink the potion,' or a 'No, I won't have a detention with Mr. Filch'?" asked Professor Snape.
"I'd rather the detention, sir. I won't drink it, sir." Said Draco.
"Fine, Mr. Malfoy. Detention with Filch on Friday and a failed mark on this lab. May everybody notice this, this is what you get if you refuse to do proper work in these classes. Mr. Malfoy has provided an example for you," said Professor Snape.
As they trudged back to their seats, she whispered in Draco's ear, "What are you doing?"
Pansy's POV:
"I can't believe he disobeyed Snape like that. I would never have thought. I might love the guy, but I want to find out about this. Crabbe, Goyle, how about you say we keep some of the potion and find a way for him to take it. There has to be a reason that he didn't. We'll simply find out why." Said Pansy.
"Alright, Pansy. You have a point. And it's not like Draco did anything nice to us, recently. I wonder what's gotten into him. Maybe if he takes the potion, he'll tell us...."
Draco's POV:
It was suppertime in the Great Hall. Hermione was sitting with her back to him at the Gryffindor tower. She was right behind him, at the other table. He, likewise was right behind her. They were close, as close as they could get to pass notes.
What Draco didn't notice as he stared off into the room, was that Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle, had just emptied some of the Wroighty potion into his water. It became diluted and turned clear, like the water, but it would do the trick.
He turned back to his plate picked up his glass of water, drank it down, and started eating his dinner. In about two minutes, though, he didn't feel so good.
"Draco, is something wrong?" asked Pansy.
"Nothing's wrong. I just don't feel too well..." he stammered.
Things started to get blurry before his eyes. What was happening to him. Before he knew it, he had fallen backward off of the bench and onto the ground.
"DRACO! Oh my god!" yelled Pansy.
"Get help!" yelled Hermione who had just turned around after hearing him crash. She had gotten up out of her seat and had pulled him back up.
"Something..............In ... my.. food..........?" Stammered Draco. Dumbledore was rushing to his side. But he didn't see Dumbledore's or Hermione's faces any more. He had blacked out.
What do you think? If I get reviews, I'll write more. I promise.
This is my first Harry Potter fic.
Doesn't everyone just love Hermione and Draco stories?
A Draco and Hermione romance story.
Rated: PG - 13
Summary: It is 6th year at Hogwarts, and Hermione has fallen for Draco. But Draco is not who he seems. Things start to get interesting after a problem in potions class.... ( not about a love potion, either). There may be a prequel to explain how they got together, but for now, it just about a bit after.
Chapter 1: Problems in Potions
Hermione's POV:
It had been half of a year since they had fallen in love. Nobody knew about it. It was a secret relationship. She had confessed all of her feelings to him in a gush, and he had accepted her. He had let her into his life, and had let her become his. She loved every minute of it. Draco was a nice guy inside. He was like a porcupine. Hard to touch without getting hurt, but once inside, all sweetness.
Today in Potions class they were making what was called a Wroighty potion. This potion was an old one, that Professor Snape said was extremely experimental. All he knew about it was that it was supposed to be used on beings of extreme power. It was fatal to them. But Professor Snape extremely doubted this. He decided to try to make the potion instead.
Sitting next to Harry and Ron, her two best friends, she hoped what would happen when Snape called out partners. She was close with them, but not as close as she was with Draco.
"Parkinson.....Longbottom; Potter.....ah, what the hell...Weasley, and, hmm....Granger with Mr. Malfoy." Called out Professor Snape.
Hermione let out a groan of disgust. It was all pretend though. Draco snickered in the front row, but his snickers were also pretend. They were secretly very happy to be put together.
"Stuck with Malfoy...eww...I pity you, 'Mione," said Ron. He looked quite happy to be working with Harry. What, was Professor Snape being nice for a change putting those two together? "Yeah, what do you want written on your headstone? I can see it now 'R.I.P. If you can.'"
"Honestly, Ron. It is only one project..."started Hermione.
"Hey, Mudblood, you're slacking. Get down here!" yelled Draco.
"All right, all right..." she replied.
She trudged, with great drama, down to where Draco was sitting. Once they were sure that everyone was busy with their potions and Snape on the other side of the room, Draco whispered to her, "You know, I don't know what I would have done if you didn't get here sooner. I might have come up there and carried you down."
"Oh, would you have?" whispered Hermione back. "And what would everybody say about that?"
"That I'm madly in love with you, and you don't mind one bit, and they'd all be whispering about how they never knew," he whispered rapidly.
"Pansy would have a fit," giggled Hermione.
"MR. MALFOY! MISS GRANGER! STOP TALKING AND GET TO WORK!" roared Snape. Everyone in the room immediately turned their way. They gave each other stern looks like they had been arguing about the potion, and went back to work.
When the potion was finished, it turned a dark green in color. Everybody's did the same. Except for Neville's. His had blown up in his face.
"All right, everybody. Everyone drink some potion and then describe the effects in your notebooks. This lab will be collected tomorrow at the beginning of class. The potion won't be harmful, if you've done it correctly," added Professor Snape glancing at Neville.
"Okay, I'll drink first. Wroighty potion, here goes nothing." She downed the potion quickly, but then didn't know what to say when she saw that Draco's face had gone white. "Well, what are you waiting for. I don't feel a thing. Drink your's, Draco." She said.
"I don't want to. I can't explain. I just can't drink that," said Draco.
"Oh, I know it smells horrible, but it won't kill you...." Muttered Hermione.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Malfoy?" said Snape, rounding the corner of the room and coming to them. "Your potion seems to be in proper condition. "Drink yours."
"I don't....I can't sir." Said Draco.
"What do you mean....can't?" asked Professor Snape.
"I just won't, sir. I have my own reasons," said Draco. By this time, all of the class was fixed on Draco.
"MR. MALFOY! If you do not drink this potion, here now, you will fail this assignment, and will have a detention with Filch on Friday night. Now drink it now!" exclaimed Professor Snape.
"No." said Draco.
"Was that a 'No, I won't drink the potion,' or a 'No, I won't have a detention with Mr. Filch'?" asked Professor Snape.
"I'd rather the detention, sir. I won't drink it, sir." Said Draco.
"Fine, Mr. Malfoy. Detention with Filch on Friday and a failed mark on this lab. May everybody notice this, this is what you get if you refuse to do proper work in these classes. Mr. Malfoy has provided an example for you," said Professor Snape.
As they trudged back to their seats, she whispered in Draco's ear, "What are you doing?"
Pansy's POV:
"I can't believe he disobeyed Snape like that. I would never have thought. I might love the guy, but I want to find out about this. Crabbe, Goyle, how about you say we keep some of the potion and find a way for him to take it. There has to be a reason that he didn't. We'll simply find out why." Said Pansy.
"Alright, Pansy. You have a point. And it's not like Draco did anything nice to us, recently. I wonder what's gotten into him. Maybe if he takes the potion, he'll tell us...."
Draco's POV:
It was suppertime in the Great Hall. Hermione was sitting with her back to him at the Gryffindor tower. She was right behind him, at the other table. He, likewise was right behind her. They were close, as close as they could get to pass notes.
What Draco didn't notice as he stared off into the room, was that Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle, had just emptied some of the Wroighty potion into his water. It became diluted and turned clear, like the water, but it would do the trick.
He turned back to his plate picked up his glass of water, drank it down, and started eating his dinner. In about two minutes, though, he didn't feel so good.
"Draco, is something wrong?" asked Pansy.
"Nothing's wrong. I just don't feel too well..." he stammered.
Things started to get blurry before his eyes. What was happening to him. Before he knew it, he had fallen backward off of the bench and onto the ground.
"DRACO! Oh my god!" yelled Pansy.
"Get help!" yelled Hermione who had just turned around after hearing him crash. She had gotten up out of her seat and had pulled him back up.
"Something..............In ... my.. food..........?" Stammered Draco. Dumbledore was rushing to his side. But he didn't see Dumbledore's or Hermione's faces any more. He had blacked out.
What do you think? If I get reviews, I'll write more. I promise.
This is my first Harry Potter fic.
Doesn't everyone just love Hermione and Draco stories?