HERMIONE POV
I know the boy from my dream. I know him. I've seen his smirk before. I've heard his tormenting words. And yet, I love him. His name in my head makes me wonder. Did that really happen? Did Ron really die? Did that boy save me?
I left the battle too quickly that I never did see Harry or Ron again. But I did see Draco.
Draco Malfoy. The one I was meant to be with. My love.
I want to find him to tell him how I feel. The last time I saw him, I was at a small cafe in the center of London. I saw him at a booth alone and crying. I never approached him. But, I know he saw me. I had to go to the bathroom, so I had to walk by his booth to get to them. When I came out of the bathroom, he was gone, but there was a note on the table. It read 47 Baker street apt. 7. I never did go to that address. I've always wanted to. But it's been a year since I've seen him and he might not be there. It could have been someone else's note that dropped.
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I decided to go to the address on the paper. I told Ginny I was getting myself a birthday gift, it was a week before my birthday after all. I apparated into an alleyway a street block away from the address on the paper. My heart started to race as I walked to the address.
When I saw the building, I gasped. It was the most modern-looking on the street. It was light grey with one way looking windows. The doors were tinted and had wording on them. The Paradise, Well the name of the building made sense as I walked in. It looked like a ballroom, and there was a small water fountain in the middle of the grand room.
I walked up to the receptionist and gave her the address. Her name was Andrea and she said it was on the second floor at the end of the hall. I used the stairs instead of the elevator to get to the apartment. I didn't want to rush to see him and seem desperate. When I reached the second floor, I ran down the hall to the end apartment and knocked on the door.
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[✓] The Sign of a Soulmate || Dramione
FanfictionEven though I knew who this alluring woman was, I was still shocked to see her. "What are you doing here?" I ask her and she hands me a piece of crinkled paper. Immediately, I knew why. She found my sign. ...