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Author's Note: This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction story. Please review and give me feedback. Enjoy reading!
Chapter 1: A New Friend
"Draco Malfoy, stop moving around or else you'll wrinkle your shirt.
Is that the proper way a Malfoy family member behaves?" Lucifer Malfoy
was glaring at his son who continued to squirm in his seat of the car.
Draco looked into his father's evil eyes and muttered, "No Father."
"Leave him alone Lucifer. He's only a child." Draco's Mother defended
her son and turned back to the window where she resumed the position of
watching the green hills rolling past.
Lucifer stood up from his seat in the limo and walked over to his wife.
He grabbed her chin and turned her body around and backhanded her across
the face. She cried out in pain and touched her red cheek with her hand.
"How dare you speak like that to me Marlena?" Lucifer roared and he
sat back down without a word. Draco watched his mother cry softly in her
seat, still clutching her bruised face.
Draco wished he was old enough to defend his Mother but at the young age
of ten, he could hardly compare to his father who stood almost seven feet tall. This
was the way it always was at home. Lucifer constantly criticized his son and beat
him. Whenever his Mother defended him, Lucifer would turn on her. Marlena hid
her bruises with makeup and everyone in society perceived the Malfoys as the
perfect family.
"Hide your bruises, we're almost there soon," Lucifer grunted.
Marlena had stopped crying by this time and quickly took out her makeup
case. Draco hadn't wanted to come here in the first place but his Father had made
him. They were going to the country to visit the Grangers, the family who were in
charge of a charity that Lucifer had donated money to, mainly for the publicity. As
a thank you, they invited him and his family to their home for dinner and a weekend
stay.
Draco knew they had a daughter his age but he wasn't interested in making
friends. After all, every relationship he'd ever had had been ruined by his father.
The car pulled into the driveway of the mansion and Draco stared wide eyed
at the house in front of him. His house in the city had been big but its beauty was
nothing compared to this. A six story cream yellow house with bright flowers
surrounding the house stood in front of him. He saw the front door open and a man
and a woman stepped out with a younger girl for their arrival.
The Malfoys got out of the car and went over to greet the Grangers. Draco
stood a few feet away, too shy to approach them. The girl walked shyly up to Draco
and introduced herself.
"Hello, you must be Draco. My name is Hermione," she smiled and Draco
noticed how pretty she was wearing a dress the same color as her house. She had on
white stockings and shiny black shoes. Her hair hung loose behind her back.
"Hi," Draco said just as shyly. He looked at the ground and kicked the dirt
with his shoe.
"Come one, let's go play!" Hermione took his hand in her ears and started
leading him inside the house.
Draco looked back one last time and saw their parents still talking outside
the front door. He worried whether his Father would be mad but Hermione was
running and pulling him at the same time so he had to go with her. They traveled up
the long flight of stairs and reached Hermione's room.
Draco expected it to be filled with dolls and other girly things but it wasn't.
He very much liked what he saw. The room was filled with wooden
airplanes and bookshelves. He had never seen this many books before in his life.
Hermione noticed him staring.
"You can have some of my old books if you want. I've read them lots of
times and besides, they've been taking up room so I haven't been able to get any
new books."
"Thanks," and for the first time that day, Draco smiled.
That afternoon and the following two days, Draco had so much fun playing
with Hermione in the backyard and staying at her home. The food was superb and
best of all, Lucifer couldn't lay a hand on him because Hermione's parents were
always around and they were very nice people.
When Sunday morning came, they were playing in Hermione's room and
Draco noticed that Hermione was unusually quiet.
"Are you okay? How come you won't talk?" he asked her.
"I'm fine," she looked up from her position on the bed. A moment passed
before she asked, "Draco, will you miss me? I've never had a friend like you and
who knows when we'll see each other again."
"Of course I'll miss you! I've had the best time here!" Draco said
enthusiastically. Hermione managed a small smile but it quickly faded away.
Draco got up from the carpeted floor and took her hand in his.
"Here, I want you to have this," Draco handed her a small silk pouch.
She looked at it curiously.
"What is it?"
"My Aunt gave it to me before she died. She told me that the dragon on the
front is the Chinese symbol for good luck. It's my most prized possession but I
want you to keep it to remember me by."
Hermione felt a lot better after those words. She gave Draco a hug when a
car horn honked outside. Draco knew it was time for him to go. He picked up the
backpack Hermione gave him and slipped it on his back.
"Remember me?" he asked as he hugged her.
"Always," she whispered.
They went downstairs and Draco got into the car. As the ignition started,
Draco looked back at Hermione's tear stained face and smiled. From that moment,
he knew they would meet again someday.