What If
What if Hermione and Draco really could be? What if Hermione wasn't a muggle born? What if Lucius didn't care about what kind of blood a witch or wizard had? What if Draco was switched to Gryffindor? What if Ron and Harry were switched over to Slytherin and became enemies of Hermione? What if the Dursleys actually cared about Harry? What would happen? Here are the answers.
Hermione ran up to him. It was the first day of school at Hogwarts in her fifth year. Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy had been going out for one year. They owled each other all through the summer.
Lucius walked up to the happy couple. "Owl me this summer, okay, Hermione and Draco?" he asked with a smile on his face. They both nodded happily. He smiled again and walked away.
Suddenly, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, the two rich Slytherin snobs walked up to the Gryffindor Goodie-Two Shoes. "So, are you still slobbering over each other?" Harry drawled. Draco glared at him. Ron smirked at them and added, "Honestly! You would think you idiots would give it a rest after that long!" "Well, at least we're not snobby brats like you!" Hermione snapped. Draco placed his hand on her shoulder. The Slytherin team walked away smirking being flanked by Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zambini, and many other Slytherins.
Hermione stormed onto the train with her boyfriend chasing after her. She ran all the way to the compartment she and Harry and Ron used to share. Used to. Key words. Not anymore. That was long ago. She missed those days. A lot. But then they got switched to Slytherin, and Draco to Gryffindor. The only time she smiled now was when she was with Draco. She cried herself to sleep. She put on a mask every morning. Thinking about this was too much for her. She shook with her sobs. Hermione placed a silencing charm on her compartment and locked it. She needed to be alone.
Draco knew not to bother her. He also knew how she felt about her friendship with Harry and Ron.
She had always been touchy about that subject. He wished she wouldn't be like that.
Sure, she still made wonderful grades, and sure, she hid it, but deep inside she was always sad. Always. He wished he could save her from this pain she was suffering from.
If only.
So, what do you think? Should I continue? I don't know. I was crying when I wrote this. R&R! Thanks! I'll write more anyway. This should be fun to write. See ya!
Disclaimer: Nope, last I checked, all these characters belonged to J. K. Rowling. I only own the plot and the unusually strange attitudes. Evil Harry. I like. (
What if Hermione and Draco really could be? What if Hermione wasn't a muggle born? What if Lucius didn't care about what kind of blood a witch or wizard had? What if Draco was switched to Gryffindor? What if Ron and Harry were switched over to Slytherin and became enemies of Hermione? What if the Dursleys actually cared about Harry? What would happen? Here are the answers.
Hermione ran up to him. It was the first day of school at Hogwarts in her fifth year. Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy had been going out for one year. They owled each other all through the summer.
Lucius walked up to the happy couple. "Owl me this summer, okay, Hermione and Draco?" he asked with a smile on his face. They both nodded happily. He smiled again and walked away.
Suddenly, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, the two rich Slytherin snobs walked up to the Gryffindor Goodie-Two Shoes. "So, are you still slobbering over each other?" Harry drawled. Draco glared at him. Ron smirked at them and added, "Honestly! You would think you idiots would give it a rest after that long!" "Well, at least we're not snobby brats like you!" Hermione snapped. Draco placed his hand on her shoulder. The Slytherin team walked away smirking being flanked by Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zambini, and many other Slytherins.
Hermione stormed onto the train with her boyfriend chasing after her. She ran all the way to the compartment she and Harry and Ron used to share. Used to. Key words. Not anymore. That was long ago. She missed those days. A lot. But then they got switched to Slytherin, and Draco to Gryffindor. The only time she smiled now was when she was with Draco. She cried herself to sleep. She put on a mask every morning. Thinking about this was too much for her. She shook with her sobs. Hermione placed a silencing charm on her compartment and locked it. She needed to be alone.
Draco knew not to bother her. He also knew how she felt about her friendship with Harry and Ron.
She had always been touchy about that subject. He wished she wouldn't be like that.
Sure, she still made wonderful grades, and sure, she hid it, but deep inside she was always sad. Always. He wished he could save her from this pain she was suffering from.
If only.
So, what do you think? Should I continue? I don't know. I was crying when I wrote this. R&R! Thanks! I'll write more anyway. This should be fun to write. See ya!
Disclaimer: Nope, last I checked, all these characters belonged to J. K. Rowling. I only own the plot and the unusually strange attitudes. Evil Harry. I like. (