The Malfoys

Dramione: Together

   ~•First Year•~

        Draco watches as she walks through the different aisles of the library, scanning the titles of every book on the shelf, drifting her slim finger through each spine.

Her brown bushy hair flowing behind her, her chocolate brown eyes locked to each book.

She takes a book off from a shelf, ninety-two books from the left, seventy-six books from the right, fifth highest shelf.

She locks eyes with him for a split moment and turns back to her book, turning a shade of red.

The Slytherin Prince smirks at this. "By the end of this year, I'll know more about Hermione Granger."

~•Second Book•~

      Draco hears his name being shouted on the stands, knowing it was Hermione, he dives for the snitch, not minding the bludgers and quaffles being passed or thrown to knock him down.

He catches the snitch, holding it up in the air, feeling the satisfaction of hearing "Malfoy has caught the snitch," rings in his ear.

He looks down at Hermione, who was clapping and smiling from ear to ear. He smiles back, thankful for this victory.

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It was the end of second year, it wasn't the best but wasn't the worst either. Draco spots Hermione grabbing her bag. He walks over to her, helping her retrieve her brown bag.

The students start leaving, hugging their parents in a joyful reunion. Hermione sees her parents waiting for her, standing patiently outside the train.

She looks at Draco, hesitating then brushes her soft lips on his cheek.

"Until we meet again." she says. She walks away, leaving Draco surprised and his cheeks a dark shade of red.

He had not felt more lucky until then.

~•Third Year•~

       Draco feels a terrible jolt of pain in his arm, the claws of the hippogriff had scratched his skin.

He keeps himself from crying out, but falls to the ground. Hermione runs up to him and insists that he goes to the hospital wing.

She accompanies him there, casting pain blocking spells onto the gash until they reach the wing.

He falls asleep on the white bed, silently holding Hermione's hand as she strokes his cold one with her thumb.

~•Fourth Year•~

       Hermione watches as Draco runs up to her, holding a sheet of paper in his hand. His face joyful and proud.

"I aced the test." he says. Hermione feels pride but a sad sinking sensation.

"I guess you don't need a tutor anymore," she says sadly, trying to add a bit of happiness into the statement.

Draco looks at Hermione, deciding something and brushes his lips against hers. He pulls away before she can kiss back.

"Actually, I still need you. Not as a tutor, I need you as a girlfriend." Draco says, smirking at her reaction.

"Well," Hermione starts, "I do need you as a boyfriend so, sure."

Draco's eyes light up as Hermione presses her lips unto his. She pulls and walks away, leaving Draco blushing harder than ever. He hadn't believed in magic before that.

~•Fifth Year•~

     Draco finds himself kissing Hermione over tables in Three Broomsticks, twirling her around after Quidditch matches and after acing tests.

He finds himself getting mad over McLaggen flirting with Hermione, those always end up with punching sessions.

Hermione may always remind him that she is his and his only but he always replies with, "I know, bit I just want to let those gits know that you're mine."

He realizes that every minute of every single day, she finds a way to reach his thoughts.

He doesn't know what's happening to him until he gets off the Hogwarts express, he has fallen, completely, for her.

~•Sixth Year•~

      He watches as his world falls apart. He watches himself suffer more and more each day. Atlas's burden rested heavily on his shoulders as the day grew closer and closer.

Hermione had had enough. She pulls up his sleeve to reveal the Dark Mark. A simple mark, but it is a bigger burden, something a sixteen-year-old should not bear.

She pulls her into her chest, hugging him as he cries.

The day was finally here. The day Draco dreaded. He stood in front of Dumbledore, a wise man who's blood will be in his hands.

"I have to do this," he cries, his wand shaking, "I have to kill you."

He stops, thinking about the terrible punishment that may lie ahead.

"Or he'll kill Hermione."

~•Seventh Year•~

        He watches as his home falls apart. He watches as Crabbe falls to the fiery floor of what was once the Room of Requirement. He watches as the place he once considered as peaceful crumble apart.

He watches as she runs into his arms, after he had stunned a death eater who was strangling her. He mutters words of comfort into her ear until she had calmed down.

"Let's fight this battle?" she asks, holding out her hand to him. He takes it.

"Together."