Forget Me Not || Dramione

Chapter 3: Mirror of the Erised

Hello lovely readers!
From now this chapter on, I'll not be trying too hard to make this story too alike with HP... So some parts may be different...
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"For the hundredth time, Crabbe, I do not care if someone spilled pumpkin juice on your filthy robes!" Malfoy grumbled as he walked back to the Slytherin common room with Crabbe and Goyle trailing behind him. Crabbe kept on whining about how some Gryffindor muggleborn ran into him, and spilled pumpkin juice on his attire.

"Filthy mudbloods," Malfoy heard Crabbe grumble. Resisting the urge to smack him across the face, Malfoy just rolled his stormy eyes.

Malfoy got irritated upon seeing Potter and Weasley walk about in the Great Hall this morning. He really did think that they would come to 'duel' him the other night. 'What wimps' thought Draco as he tried to shake off his annoyance, which Crabbe only fueled more with his complaints.

Entering the common room, Pansy Parkinson abruptly stood up from one of the black, leather couches. "Draco!" Her high-pitched voice called the blonde haired boy.

"Not now, Parkinson," Draco irritably said. He directly went up to his dormitory, which he shared with Goyle, Crabbe, and Zabini.

Plopping down his own bed, he took out his wand and twirled it, causing blue dust to emit from it. It annoyed him greatly to see that Granger was getting closer with Potter and Weasel. Although they were not technically friends, Draco felt as if he was betrayed by her.

To be honest, he knew he had no right to feel betrayed. After all, he was the one that treated her like some trash. Yet, no one could really blame him. You see, the moment Draco opened his mouth about Hermione in his house, his father, Lucius Malfoy, already knew that her parents were muggles, since he worked around the ministry and never heard of such last names.  Lucius halted Draco's small friendship with Hermione, fearing that it would grow into something deeper, which means that the Malfoy name would be stained with non pure blood. Lucius did not want that; in fact, he hated if that would happen. Narcissa, Draco's mother, on the other hand, was much calmer when Draco talked about Hermione. Although she did not like mudbloods, who was she to stop such friendships? It was the first time Draco ever talked about his friend to her or Lucius; and being a mother, she liked the fact that he opened to them.

Sighing, Draco sat properly in his bed, his grey eyes skimming the room. All his roommates were sound asleep, making Malfoy even lonelier. Standing up, he took his wand and headed out the room silently. Upon going down the stairs and making sure that the common room was clear, he headed out into the empty hallways of Hogwarts. He made sure to bring a black cloak, putting on the hood to hide his too-obvious, blonde hair. Draco walked about in the corridors, making sure to avoid the ghosts. He was not sure how many turns he made before stumbling upon a classroom with an open door, a familiar voice echoing softly from the room.

"Mum? Dad?" Potter softly called unto what looks like a quaint mirror. Draco quietly crept inside the abandoned classroom and hid behind the mountains of chairs and tables. He smirked as he watched Potter stand in front of the mirror, but furrowed his brows as soon as he noticed two older figures that resembled Harry Potter in the reflector. Draco blinked, but the two reflections did not disappear. There was no one else in the room except for Potter and Malfoy, which was why this creeped him out. He knew, of course, that Potter's parents were dead.

Upon hearing the distant voice of Filch, Potter hurriedly slipped on what looked like an invisibility cloak, which astounded Malfoy, and rushed out of the room. Malfoy, making sure that both Filch and Potter were far away from the room, got out of his hiding spot, and approached the antique piece of glass. The mirror's peculiar shape and magic lured Draco towards it. He gasped as soon as he saw a familiar small figure standing behind him, smiling widely.

"Granger?" His eyebrows rose. He swiftly turned to look where Hermione supposedly stood, but his sight was met with nothing but the chairs and tables he hid behind earlier.

Frowning, Draco looked upon the mirror again, her reflection still there, grinning at him.

She was his first and only real friend that he had, which is why he cannot help but miss her. Sure, Crabbe and Goyle would follow him around always, but they technically do not count as the friends Draco hoped to share some things with. He cared about Crabbe and Goyle, but he was more of their leader than their friend.

"What is this?" Draco muttered as he approached the mirror, fingers slightly touching the glass. Hermione approached Draco in the reflection, her hands on his shoulder; yet, the real Draco felt no weight on his shoulder. Sighing, he stood up straight and put on his black cloak. He knew that he needed to get back to the dormitories or he'll have a harder time going back later.

Making sure to avoid any moving creature, Draco successfully arrived in his dorm. He shut his dorm room's door quietly before slipping into his own bed with nothing but the mirror and Granger in mind.

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"Nicholas Flammel....." Hermione narrowed her eyes." I'm sure I've heard of that name before! I'm just not sure where."

Hermione sat in front of Ron and Harry in the Great Hall, pondering over some facts about whatever the monster in the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side was hiding. Hagrid managed to accidentally give them facts about it earlier, but they could not pry out more from him.

Her pondering stopped, however, when she saw a blonde haired boy walk inside the Great Hall with two other Slytherin boys trailing behind him. Draco suddenly slightly turned his head towards the Gryffindor table, catching Hermione's brown orbs staring at him for a moment. Hermione blushed and casted her head down.

Oh, the effect of the little boy has on her.

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I havent really proofread this because im very tired and busy af, so feel free to tell me if I made any grammatical errors.... And im writing this author's note half asleep.. Sorry lovelies 😣 but i still hope d you enjoyed this chapter :)

With love,
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