#DRAMOINE || SEQUEL || COMPLETE
Hermione Granger is asked to complete a task that has never been done by a muggle-born before, but comes with consequences that will challenge her strength and loyalty.
Draco Malfoy is torn between two worlds: One wit...
The library didn't seem as warm and welcoming as first year. Every day Hermione sought comfort in the same corner, able to recognise every title of the books on the shelves.
It reminded her of the time when Draco would find her hidden amongst tall columns of knowledge that she drank up so willingly. She also reminisced about catching him using her special spot. Sometimes she wished she would return to the spot to see him there, a flower in hand.
But sitting in the row with her books towering in front of her, she didn't detect the same atmosphere that made her fall in love with it. The electricity and thirst to learn was gone and replaced with the stale smell of leather and ink that no longer filled her brain with the magic that illicit muggle substances would also do.
There was a hope that the library would provide some sort of inspiration, burning like wildfire within. But the dark space filled with whispers of gossiping peers and lustful giggles didn't give the inspiration she was seeking.
It took every spark of power to prevent herself from banging her head on the desk without mercy, begging for one ounce of creativeness to plague her mind.
Amongst her pile of books was a familiar book of potions, the bookmark having beautiful scribble that came together to form words. It was marvellous how such words can change the chemicals released in the brain of a teenage witch like herself. Hermione felt painfully neutral and plain before, but the sentiment of the bookmark made her feel something different, something bright and sparkly.
A small paper crane landed on the desk by her side, resting just next to her hand. She had seen the trick done before but still kept her mesmerised.
Handling the paper delicately, she unwrapped the beautiful bird to uncover a message in a particularly familiar script.
With blood as rich as gold, you are my everything.
Even though I may be unsure about most things in my unimaginable life, I am certain about one thing.
You won't need the strongest love potion to make me feel the way I feel.
~D
The butterflies that flourished in Hermione's heart were ravaging her insides. It made her cheeks flourish a pink hue, warmth filling her up.
Such words were delicate and profoundly beautiful. She knew Draco had many hidden talents, one of them organising such large events but a way with words not expected.
Hermione never saw Draco as incompetent or unwise, but instead didn't believe he knew how to use his skills. But reading his love letter, she saw a side they both admired. Sadly, she feared it would be a rare moment that she's experienced.
Protecting the note, she slipped it into the potions book with the bookmark and grinned to herself.
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