bLove Me Forever/b
bAuthor:/b Beautiful Night Skies
bRating:/b PG (It will go up)
bDisclaimer:/b I do not own the characters but I do own the plot. Enjoy!
Gray eyes. Those magnificent gray eyes.
Hermione Granger prided herself on her wonderful memory. She could remember seemingly meaningless things from years ago. But that day... though she was so young... was hardly meaningless.
"Let me help you."
6-year-old Hermione Granger looked up, wiping the tears that were streaming from her face. Above her was a boy about her age. He had platnum blonde hair, and it dangled from his face in a fashionable yet casual way. He was wearing only silver and green, and his metallic shoes caught the sunlight. But those gray eyes.
They were unforgettable.
Hermione gently raised her hand. The little boy grabbed it and heaved her to her feet. Then he bent down and picked up all of the books that had been knocked out of her hands. Hermione wiped her eyes and took them from him. Then she remembered her manners. "Thank-you," she said in barely a whisper. "I'm Draco. What's you're name?" the boy energetically asked her. "Her-hermione." Draco proceeded to turn around. "Is that the boy who pushed you?" her asked her. She quietly nodded, trying to keep the tears from falling at the mere thought of the humiliating incident. Draco walked over to the boy. "What's you're name?" he asked the boy. "Gregory Goyle," the offender answeres. 'Well, Goyle, never be mean to my friend Hermione again!" with a swing of his fist, Draco had Goyle on the ground crying. Hermione rushed up to him. "Oh, we're going to be in so much trouble!" Hermione never knew why she said 'we' instead of 'you'.
"No we're not!" Draco said. He took her hand and pulled her behind a tree before they were seen.
The two were behind the tree for hours. In that time, they talked to each other to pass the time.
"I'm six!" Draco tole her proudly. "Me, too!" Hermione giggled quietly. "I like to read." Draco looked down at her books. "I don't like to read that much. I like to do magic."
"Magic?" Hermione gasped.
"You don't know about magic?" Draco asked, suprised. Then he realized that this was the perfect opportunity. "Then I'll teach you." He told Hermione all about the magic wand he was going to get when he was eleven. "That's only...5 more years!" he announced, after counting on his fingers. Hermione's mouth was hanging open. Then she smiled. "Can I get a magic wand?" she asked him. He laughed. "Of course you can! Everyone can. How come your mommy and daddy never told you that stuff?" Hermione shrugged. "Maybe because I am a girl." But Draco shook his head. "No, that can't be it."
Of course they were eventually found by one of the teachers, who came out to look for them when they didn't turn up for class. As the angry teacher ranted and raved at the two, they occasionally exchanged glances and tried hard not to laugh.
After the teacher went inside to yell at the parents, Draco went over to Hermione. "How about we play tomorrow?" he asked her brightly. "Ok!" she agreed. Hermione was so relieved to have a new friend. She knew that this friendship would last for quite a long time.
bAuthor:/b Beautiful Night Skies
bRating:/b PG (It will go up)
bDisclaimer:/b I do not own the characters but I do own the plot. Enjoy!
Gray eyes. Those magnificent gray eyes.
Hermione Granger prided herself on her wonderful memory. She could remember seemingly meaningless things from years ago. But that day... though she was so young... was hardly meaningless.
"Let me help you."
6-year-old Hermione Granger looked up, wiping the tears that were streaming from her face. Above her was a boy about her age. He had platnum blonde hair, and it dangled from his face in a fashionable yet casual way. He was wearing only silver and green, and his metallic shoes caught the sunlight. But those gray eyes.
They were unforgettable.
Hermione gently raised her hand. The little boy grabbed it and heaved her to her feet. Then he bent down and picked up all of the books that had been knocked out of her hands. Hermione wiped her eyes and took them from him. Then she remembered her manners. "Thank-you," she said in barely a whisper. "I'm Draco. What's you're name?" the boy energetically asked her. "Her-hermione." Draco proceeded to turn around. "Is that the boy who pushed you?" her asked her. She quietly nodded, trying to keep the tears from falling at the mere thought of the humiliating incident. Draco walked over to the boy. "What's you're name?" he asked the boy. "Gregory Goyle," the offender answeres. 'Well, Goyle, never be mean to my friend Hermione again!" with a swing of his fist, Draco had Goyle on the ground crying. Hermione rushed up to him. "Oh, we're going to be in so much trouble!" Hermione never knew why she said 'we' instead of 'you'.
"No we're not!" Draco said. He took her hand and pulled her behind a tree before they were seen.
The two were behind the tree for hours. In that time, they talked to each other to pass the time.
"I'm six!" Draco tole her proudly. "Me, too!" Hermione giggled quietly. "I like to read." Draco looked down at her books. "I don't like to read that much. I like to do magic."
"Magic?" Hermione gasped.
"You don't know about magic?" Draco asked, suprised. Then he realized that this was the perfect opportunity. "Then I'll teach you." He told Hermione all about the magic wand he was going to get when he was eleven. "That's only...5 more years!" he announced, after counting on his fingers. Hermione's mouth was hanging open. Then she smiled. "Can I get a magic wand?" she asked him. He laughed. "Of course you can! Everyone can. How come your mommy and daddy never told you that stuff?" Hermione shrugged. "Maybe because I am a girl." But Draco shook his head. "No, that can't be it."
Of course they were eventually found by one of the teachers, who came out to look for them when they didn't turn up for class. As the angry teacher ranted and raved at the two, they occasionally exchanged glances and tried hard not to laugh.
After the teacher went inside to yell at the parents, Draco went over to Hermione. "How about we play tomorrow?" he asked her brightly. "Ok!" she agreed. Hermione was so relieved to have a new friend. She knew that this friendship would last for quite a long time.