Slave to love
Disclaimer – I don't own any of the characters from Harry Potter, they all belong to
JK Rowling.
Hi everyone this is my first Draco/Hermione shipper so please be nice! I will not try and OOC!
Note – The story begins in September, the beginning of Hermione and Draco's 6th Year.
Prologue
The two heated bodies were slick with sweat and lust, they entangled further into the suffocating sheets that could be only described as filthy and traitorous towards their friends and loved ones. Their moans were muffled by the raging storm, a storm that brewed by the cause of the feud of both sides. In this moment and time the lovers did not care nor did not want to, instead they savoured each other's presence as it might their final time together.
Chapter 1 - Last Train?
"Alright first years follow me!" stated the orderly voice of Hermione Granger; she peered down at the youngsters whom were shivering from the night air secretly wishing that she were their age again, the need to be young, carefree and oblivious to the awful events that took place in her fifth year was throbbing strongly inside her head.
The sixteen-year-old witch wrapped her robes tightly round herself in order to gain warmth and comfort, yet this attempt died quickly as cold wet raindrops from the black sky trickled down the back her neck.
Hermione rolled her eyes at both the rain and the last straggling group of first years
"Come on hurry up! Do you want to catch a flu and be ill on your first day of magical studies" Hermione questioned sarcastically making the miniscule pupils appear and affronted and intimidated by her biting tone.
"Now now Granger don't get your knickers a twist" drawled and annoyingly familiar voice
Hermione spun around to face Draco Malfoy, "Don't you dare address or speak to me" she whispered dangerously, "You chose your side so I suggest you stick to it!"
"Well we both know which side is best mudblood" Draco spat nastily leaning in towards her face, his platinum blonde hair dripping with rain "You will be dead by the end of next year" he sneered at the hurt and fury etched on her adorable face
"Yes mudblood" continuing swiftly in barely a whisper "you will die unless you love me"
"Never" she responded callously, hot tears rolled down her flushed cheeks "Just leave me alone"
"Fine" shrugged Draco tersely, turning sharply into the buzzing crowd his robes flapping behind him.
Hermione stood alone on the Hogsmeade platform pondering over Malfoy's cruel words, was he right? Would this year be her downfall?
'Yes and you are going to let ferret face's mere account have a grand affect on you!' her minded barked logically, she wiped away her tears and held her head proudly this year would not be her downfall but her elevation.
Just a short intro, Hope you guys like it
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