Impossible (dramione fanfic)

Hermione was in her own world. A world filled was wizard and witch craft. A world were anything was possible. She read through the pages of the book carefully and thoughtfully. Her mind raced wi-

"Hermione Granger!"

Hermione looked up from her book to see her steamed face teacher standing in front of her desk, tapping her foot.

"Y-yes Mrs.Willis?" Hermione nervously asked.

"Get your head out if that book and focus on my class." Mrs. Willis took her book away and returned to the front of the room.

Hermione sunk down in her seat, avoiding the eyes of her classmates.

"Now. The Germans over took Paris in the late....''

Hermione looked out the fogged window. Rain was pouring outside, welll more like just a light shower of rain. Oh how she loved the rain. The smell, the feel of it on her skin. "I wish it would rain all the time."

"Hermione! Did i not tell you to get your head out of the clouds!" Mrs. Willis yelled at her from the front of the classroom.

"Actually Mrs. Willis. You did not tell me that." She shot back at Mrs. Willis.

Mrs. Willis's face turned a dark red. She pointed to the door. "Out of my classroom!" She yelled.

Hermione looked annoyed and shocked at the same time. She had never been asked to leave a class. But she was tired of this teacher.

Hermione stood up and gathered her books. She walked to the front of the classroom and stopped infront of her teacher. "May I have my book now?" She said simply.

Mrs. Willis's anger boiled. She quickly snatched the book from her desk and gave it to Hermione. "Now get out."

"With pleasure." Hermione grabbed her book. Holding her head high, she walked out of the classroom and closed the door behind her.

Out in the hallway she took a deep breath and muttered under her breath. "My head was not in the clouds." Hermione glanced down the hallway. No one was around. They where all still in class. Hermione adjusted her cardigan and walked down the empty hall.

She muttered to herself, random things for the most part. She realised she had walked all the way to the front entrance of the school. It was dark and cloudy outside, not unusual for England weather. Hermione pushed the huge glass doors open and walked outside into the cold.

"Damn weather..." Hermione looked up, expecting for at least a couple of the older students to be outside, heading off campus. But the parking lot and surronding areas where strangely quiet. Hermione brushed the feeling away and walked along the road that led out of the school.

The campus was a ways off from the main road. Also, the road and the campus was surronded by an alarming and haunting looking forest. "Creepy...." Hermione shook her head. School was almost done so she decided to make her way home.

"If I cut through the forest, I can get home faster..." Hermione stops and looks at the forest. Its dead trees covered by the dark gray sky made it look even less inviting. "If I want to get home in time, I should cut through here..." Hermione bit the inside of her mouth and walked through the forest.

The path was covered by dead leaves and grass, but it was still bareable. As she walked, crows started appearing. They would st on the branches of the dead trees, staring down at her. Hermione's eyes wandered, fear in them.

"Just calm down Hermione. They are just stupid birds." She reassured herself.

A white owl circled around the trees. Snow white. It looked like the bird described in the book. She had never seen an owl that color around this part of England.

Hermione's gaze moves back to the path. The sky had gotten darker, or maybe the trees had just gooten thicker, either way it was way darker than before. "Maybe I should turn back." Hermione turned around, but the path was now blocked by trees, no way to get through.

Her stomach twisted into knots. She was terrorifed. She quickly turned back around and fast walked along the path.

Ahead, a small, dark cottage appeared. No it wasn't exactly a cottage. It was more like a house made in the trunk of a huge dead, blacken tree.

A small flickering light came from one of the few windows, that had not yet been broken. "Hello?" She called out.

No answer.

She took a few steps forwrds. A twig cracked under her foot. She jumped at her own careless mistake.

"Now I am just scaring myself." She shook her head and looked back up at the cottage. An old lady stood at the entrance, looking at Hermione.

The old lady's back was hunched, her long gray hair was tangled into a messy braid and her eyes, they were pure black.

Hermione took a step back from the revaulting lady. "I'm sorry, I should not be here. I'll just-" She was cut off by a sudden, troublesome wind. It had so much force, Hermione almost fell. But as she withdrew the hair that had flown into her face, she saw a sliver of white-blond hair. When the hair was removed from her face, no one with that color of hair was around.

"What happened?" She looked around confused. A hand covered her mouth and another hand wrapped around her waist. She was pulled behind a tree. "MMM....!!!!" She tired speaking.

"Shut your bloody mouth!" A male voice said.

She slowly glanced up. The first thing that caught her eye was the white-blond hair. Then a pair of magnificent silver eyes looked down upon her chocolate eyes.

Draco.....Was the first thought that came to her mind.

"Do not make a sound." He said. He leaned to the side, as if looking to see if something was still there. When he realised nothing was there, he released his hand from her mouth, but kept a firm grip around her waist.

Hermione breathed out. She whipped around in his arms, to get a better look at him. But she did not expect to see him. She pushed her way out of his arms. Her heart raced. She backed away from him steadily.

He looked at her, confused. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you?"

Her eyes widened. He sounded exactly the way she imagined. A rich, masculine voice. A voice that would make any girl melt. "Draco...." She said.

"Who the hell else would it be?" He took a step towards her.

Hermione was frozen in place. It could not be real. Draco Malfoy could not be here, in modern day England, let alone in the muggle world!

It is impossible.....