Chapter 1.
Ok...In this story, Draco is 19. And all the important characters already graduated Hogwarts.
"Malfoy, are you still alive?" Asked Crabbe in a horse voice.
"A little Crucio won't do much to Malfoy, Crabbe." Goyle said weakly.
Draco Malfoy lay on the battlefield, with Crabbe and Goyle a couple feet away. That war was over, but another began. Most of the Slytherin's ended up against Voldemort's side in the end. Voldemort lost this time, but no one could predict who was going to win the next. Malfoy finally decided to form a truce with Harry Potter and his friends, which they accepted, and were very good friends. That's how Draco came to fall in love with Hermione Granger.
They started dating in their 6th year, and things went from there, till the beginning of the summer.
"Dear Mr. Malfoy,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted as Head Boy this year. Please remember that you will have to fulfill all your duties throughout the year. You will also move into a new dorm room. You will, however, share a new common room with the Head Girl, Ms. Hermione Granger.
Thank You.
Albus Dumbledore.
Headmaster of Hogwarts.
"YES!" Malfoy exclaimed. Things were going great for him. He was the head of his school, his father was tossed into Azkaban Prison, and he had a great girlfriend, Hermione.
But on the last day of school, Hermione had come to Draco with an angered expression.
"Hey Hermione. What's wrong? Why are you mad?" He asked.
She breathed heavily.
"What? Did I do something wrong?" He asked, confused.
"Draco." She said. "I-I'm so sorry. But I can't see you anymore." She took another deep breath to yell. "God! I just...I can't see us together...as in married! I-I don't love you!" She yelled.
Draco stared at her.
Hermione stared back. "I've something to tell you."
"Yes?" He said, not looking in her eyes.
"I'm getting married, to Harry."
Draco could still smell her vanilla scented cinnamon-colored hair. He could still feel every curve and feature against his body that he knew only too well. But ever since that day, she hasn't written him all summer or even made any acknowledgement to him.
Suddenly Goyle spoke, disrupting Draco's thoughts. "What caught you off-guard was that Hermione Granger. He was thinking about her again in a middle of a fight. That's why my dad hit you with that curse so easily."
Draco growled in a low voice. During the summer, Draco had grown a good size of 6'4. He didn't have all the muscles he would have liked to have, but he wasn't the scrawny little boy he used to have been.
Crabbe snorted at Goyle's remark. "That girl always gets him off guard. The very sight of her hair makes him forget about every other trouble."
"Yeah." Goyle said stupidly.
He moaned in pain. The curse wasn't lifted on him for too much of a long time, that Draco soon lost track of time while under the curse. But he was still sore all over.
"Well, we should get home. We're too weak to apparate, so we need to get some brooms." Goyle said. "Pansy really needs to see to you Malfoy."
The very thought of Pansy made him sick. She was training to become a healer, and she got every chance she could to practice. She fussed over Draco so much, like if he got a small cut, or stubbed his toe. She quickly layed him down and practiced all she learned on him, casting pain relief spells everywhere, then healed his wound. He tried his best to ignore Pansy as best as he could, but whenever he wasn't physically perfect, she brought up their wedding she was always fantasizing about.
"Oh! There's going to be white and silver everywhere! My dress! Wow, that's going to be the best part."
Draco sighed. "That's great Pansy. I just hope your dreams come true one day with another person. Because I'm not going to propose to you as far as I know." He would say. Pansy's mouth dropped open every time he said that, or something similar. Then he'd walk away quickly.
Draco then thought of his mother. She had run off after Draco's father was thrown into Azkaban, taking all of Draco's inheritance with her. She was searched for a year, but no one could find her. It was as if her escape had been planned out to the very last detail.
Draco had a hard time managing for a while. So that's how Pansy had come by living with Draco. Her father had died at the hand of Voldemort, and her mother just was in despair and drunk all the time now. His mother had taken everything but most of her jewelry, which had great value. There were also lots of things amongst the house that could be sold that Draco had no interest in whatsoever. All of it was most of his father's dark art tools, and his mother's old collectible items. It put Draco in a foul mood whenever his parents were thought of. His parents barely raised him, and he disliked the either of them. They had simply just been there, part of the landscape, with a rare smile once in a while, but had no meaning or love behind it. Just his mother's lips pulled upwards. She was simply too flighty to be bothered with children and was only concerned with herself, or her husband. Her soul was little more than a black painting, with a few yellows and reds here and there.
Draco had no idea that Crabbe or Goyle were still talking.
"Well, one way he could have money was to marry a rich wife." Goyle suggested.
"And where would he find a rich women? The only one he thinks about is the Granger girl."
"I know, I know. But he should do it for his financial problems."
Crabbe took a moment to comprehend what financial meant, but he shook his big head. "Let's go home. I'll collect a few brooms."
Crabbe slowly got up and walked straight. Goyle watched him disappear, and then turned to Malfoy.
"You expect me to just marry some snotty rich girl to solve my problems?" Malfoy snapped. He remembered when he proposed to Hermione. Draco knew it was too early, but he did it anyway. He wondered if Hermione still wore his ring. He wasn't too sure about that. She didn't seem to love him at all.
Crabbe still wasn't back. He probably got lost. But Draco couldn't care less. They guy was an idiot who made noise instead of saying anything when trying to talk. Draco didn't like it much when people talked. He preferred to just sit by himself somewhere peaceful and think about everything. To when his candy was stolen when he was little to his beautiful Hermione. He related everything he saw and thought about to her. The sound of her name would make his heart leap. And when he saw her everyday in the great hall laughing with her friends at lunch, or fussing over how Weasley and Potter always do their homework last minute, every noise, every movement, and every person seemed to disappear, except her. Her dark brown hair is what probably caught his eye in the first place, then her chocolate eyes. Staring into them for a long time would never bore him. She showed every emotion, and her eyes told her thoughts. Lot's of times it was true love or lust when she looked at him. Her lips were next what attracted him so much to her. They were so pink and full. You could tell that they were so soft and luscious. Draco never missed his chance to capture them with his own.
"Draco, you need this money." Goyle said. "It would really...Ah! Crabbe! Good you brought the brooms!"
Draco looked up at Crabbe, who was stupidly clutching 3 broomsticks in one big hand. Malfoy got up slowly and carefully and snatched a broom out of Crabbe's firm grasp.
He held the broom out in front of him and kicked his right leg over as he sat on it. "Ready?" He called out to Crabbe and Goyle, who grunted in reply.
With a hard push, Malfoy kicked off from the ground as hard as his sore body would allow him to and he raised 25 feet in the air and urged the broom forward, as the warm summer wind blew onto his face.
He didn't know how long he'd been flying. But the sun was starting to set and he seemed to be flying right in front of it.
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"You will leave within the week Virginia." Arthur Weasley, the present assistant to the Minister of Magic Harry Potter, said to his only daughter.
Ginny stared blankly up at her father, who had come into the parlor where she was reading. She shouldn't have been surprised by his announcement even though she had only ended her period of mourning a mere few days before. For one full year she had veiled herself in sorrow, her grief over Ron's death. She had shunned all entertainments, and her social congress had been restricted. She had also lost her life-long finance because of her year of mourning, for he had been unable, or unwilling, to wait six months more for them to wed.
But it's not like she didn't know that something like this would be coming, since she had been aware that her father had wanted her out of the house for quite some time. Actually, he made sure it wasn't a secret.
Ginny continued to give her father no visible reaction to his announcement. "How did you manage to get me in?"
"A favor owed, and a big one," he replied in a grumble, "I never imagined I would call it in on something so trivial as this, but there you have it."
She raised a brow to that. Trivial was obviously a matter of opinion, and this trivial was damn important to him. But she didn't point that out. This wasn't something that she cared to argue with him about, not when she was just as eager to be gone from the only home she had ever known. Unfortunately, it was no longer a home to her now that all of her brothers were gone, and her friends were out of her life. And her father wanted her to leave.
"And don't be taking months to decide," Arthur added sternly. "And also Virginia, don't waste your time on a man you know I won't approve of."
Or she would be disowned.
Her father gave a brief nod and told her to hurry and pack, turned on his heel and exited her room.
Ginny sighed. Nervousness came, now that she could really think about what she was about to face. She'd be traveling alone, which she's never done before. She'd be dealing with a continuous number of strangers, when she'd lived all her life among people who were familiar to her. And she had to choose a husband, one that both she and her father could agree on. That was the most difficult part, because she couldn't imagine very many offers coming her way. One or two maybe, and that wasn't much to choose from, for someone that she was going to have to spend the rest of her life with.
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