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JK Rowling is the woman who brought the Harry Potter universe to my life at a mere 8 years old making me realise that being a smart bookish girl wasn't a bad thing, and I had no idea 22 years later that I would write this fanfiction in my spare time.
Enjoy! I will try uploading chapters as fast as I can write them with the time I have. Apologies for the awful formatting, haven't got the hang of this app yet.
This isn't beta'd this is raw fanfiction from the heart and mind of me with the help of spell check and grammerly.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FELL FOR THAT SLIMY FERRET?!?!" Ron howled at Hermione in the Leaky Cauldron, Harry sighed after listening to the ongoing conversation "Now Ron there must be some kind of explanation, Amortentia, the imperious curse, anything that she couldn't possibly control, right Hermione?" he looked at her expectantly waiting for her answer.
She didn't know what to say or even how to react, Draco Malfoy wasn't the same boy he was at the start of Hogwarts or during the years of Voldemort's reign and the war - When he, Hermione and a few others had returned to Hogwarts for their final year everything had changed the rivalry between houses had dissipated, there was no labels, new friendships blossomed from the battleground of Hogwarts, love had become a saving grace for many following the losses of family and friends alike.
She had fallen hard for Draco Malfoy and her friends had found out in the worst possible way before she could fully explain the situation, Harry and Ron had turned up to the graduation day to be there for her along with the Weasley's and she had been caught up in the moment - they had seen when Draco had picked her up and twirled around on the spot with her when he'd joined her off the stage after collecting his grades and certifications.
She hadn't even thought to look for them as they'd told her they would be busy finishing up their Auror training and would meet her at the leaky cauldron afterwards to celebrate together but the abrupt noise of a chair scraping backwards in the great hall had pulled her away from the lips and arms of her lover as she saw an angry blur of red hair leave the hall, the shocked faces of most of the Weasley family and the scowl of Harry Potter before he ran off after Ron followed by silence, tutting or knowing 'ohh' sounds from the rest of the room.
This was it, she had to tell them her story, the story of how an otter fell in love with a ferret.