Hermione Granger, sitting alone,
Sitting alone in the place she calls home.
Draco Malfoy, one of a kind,
Now he's grown up, left his father behind.
Sat on his bed, letter in hand,
Hogwarts says that go back he can.
Springs down to his mother,
Unlike any other.
And tells her the good news,
Hermione too.
And as the train pulls in,
He tells her his sins.
It was the Imperious, from the start,
Saying those things just broke my heart.
He was forgiven, that's all that he knew,
And between them, a romance bloomed.
Down in the Great Hall,
Romione falls.
She'll choose Draco over her own,
Sitting together in the place they call home.
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The Rise Of Dramione
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