Dramione-Saviorself [writing again!]

Prologue

Prologue

"Give me your hand," He said. His face still covered with a dark hood. I hesitated at the thought of touching his hand, after all, it was soaked in blood. "Dont you trust me?" he asked, his voice quiet, yet deep with emotion. "I wouldn't so thick as to trust someone I don't even know," I said, but it didn't come out as confident as it was supposed to. "You do know me, Hermione. just think about my voice. who do I sound like?" He said, clearly frustrated with my misunderstanding. "Why can't you just tell me? what is it?" I asked the mysterious boy. "If I told you, you would never look at me the same. You know what I am." At that, he pulled up his sleeve and revealed a dark symbol stretching from his wrist to where his arm begins to bend. the sign of a death eater. I gasped at the sight of it. It was like being in the same room as the dark lord himself. "Please don't run Hermione. Let me explain," the voice said. "You, you get away from me," I said weakly, my voice wavering. I was scared of this boy. he pulled his sleeve back down swiftly and took my hand, it was no longer my decsion. Although it bothered me a bit that he was being a bit restless, for some odd reason his touch comforted me."You have to understand... this wasn't my choice. it was always my future," he said. "Ok, so now I know your a death eater," I said, stuttering a bit when I say death eater,"Reveal yourself, and I can no longer judge you as harsh as I may have," I lie. "Its not that simple," he said, disclosing an inch of space between us. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Close your eyes," he whispered. they snap shut on demand. I feel his cool breath on my throat, and my heartbeat quickens. I hear his hood fall, and I'm tempted to look, but don't. His icy lips lock with mine. I feel his hands rest quietly on my hips and pull away. before I can sneak a look his face his hood is up again, but his bright silver eyes stand out in the dark. "Your eyes, their bright silver,"  I tell him. I'm sure they were not like that before. He tilts his head down, clearly embarassed. "You know you have to tell me now," I conclude. I put my hands on top of his hood silently, and precisely. "Don't do it," he begs. it sounds almost as if he were about to cry. "You'll hate me even more than you already do." I wipe a tear from his shaded face. "Why are you crying?" I ask sweetly, as if speaking to a lost child. "I'm scared," he whispers. I take a deep breath and pull down his hood. his blond hair is the first thing I see. I just kissed Draco Malfoy. Thats when I wake up.

Authors Note: So basically, Hermione just had a dream about Malfoy. things won't pick up instantly when she gets to Hogwarts, but I will do my best to make it interesting enough until then. Obviously, it can't just be like, "I love you hermione, even though I call you a filthy mudblood and terrorize you sometimes, now I love you" so.. we'll see! I'm so excited to start this fanfiction! have fun reading it!