To Her

Black Holes

Black holes are known to be the vacuums of the universe. Swallowing every star, planet, and cluster of rocks that crosses its path into the darkness and nothingness that it possessed; or so it's theorized in the Muggle studies done about them. Draco's new-found fascination was the advanced theories and hypotheses of Muggle science, especially regarding astronomy and space exploration. His name was based on a constellation, after all. The Wizarding World had their own version of the whole study, of course, but they were able to discover everything through magic.

In spending two years on probation and house arrest, he grew to respect and appreciate the inventions of Muggles, along with their determination and discoveries.

He learned how to operate a coffee pot, a telephone, a laundry machine, and even a funny thing called the Internet. All while these Muggle scientists had built a spacecraft and managed to make it land on an asteroid for the first time, which he saw on a Muggle television program called, 'The News'. It was almost like the Prophet, except it aired on this little Muggle contraption called a television.

Based on everything he had read, Draco felt as though a black hole was the best way to describe what being a Death-Eater felt like. It was as if he had been pushed to pass by one and his desires, hopes, and dreams were sucked out of him and stretched into nothingness.

Ever since he was a young boy, he knew his place in the Wizarding World. He understood his pureblood family wasn't good in the sense that the Weasley family was. He had vague memories of meetings that his father would hold with hooded members of what he now knew were loyal Voldemort followers. He remembers being shooed away and carried out by either his mother or one of the house elves. Though, he didn't know what those meetings were about at the time. They happened often throughout his childhood though. As he grew older, his mother would say father was working, and then she would take him out to watch him practice on his broom and then they spent the afternoon together. Talking, having lunch in the garden, laughing. His mother was always his saving grace, and was one of the only lights he had as the darkness consumed him when he grew older.

His father instilled in him that he should never interact with Half-Bloods, Muggle-Borns, or Muggles, nor should he ever reproduce with them. He was superior, so was his father and his father before him.

He stuck to the same friend group, having grown up with them before they attended to Hogwarts. He would bully and pick on those who he found unworthy to be in their presence. He knew he was nothing but a spoiled, loathsome bully. But he enjoyed it.

However, Hermione Granger to Draco Malfoy was like what Kryptonite was to Superman, which he had also learned when watching the Superman series on Muggle television. It was an epiphany to him, finally being able to put into words his connection to Hermione Granger.

He watched her closely and intimately all those years in Hogwarts. He saw how she would scrunch her nose and tap her quill on the piece of parchment when she had to think about a challenging question on a test, he watched how she gulped pumpkin juice every afternoon for lunch, he watched her as her eyes grew wide in transfiguration class, absolutely amazed by the magical abilities of each and every person in the class.

Her voice was rich with intelligence and her talk was extensive as if her brain was an encyclopedia, even when she was the mere age of 11 years old. She could say a single sentence to a simpleton and have them confused for days on end if she wanted to. In any situation she found herself in, she was able to perform basic speechless spells and recall incantations of saviour. He'd heard stories of their stupid Trio, and how she was the backbone of it all. He wasn't surprised, though. She never surprised him. He knew everything she was and everything she was capable of. It scared and excited him all the same.