Potter: A Drarry Fan Fiction

Books

"What's with the book?" Draco asked looking at the stack of bound papers in Hermione's arms.

She said nothing but passed the book to him.

Draco gasped as he opened it and saw the first page, he then flicked to the back and ran his finger across the lines of words.

"Hermione, this is amazing," he said with astonishment.

"I know" she whispered.

Draco passed the book to me.

Inside the front cover the gold words had been etched, "Hermione Granger, will you do me the absolute pleasure and greatest honour as to be my date to the dance and forevermore"

The breath had been sucked out of me.

It was beautiful, it was unbelievable that Ron wrote this. Something so raw and fuelled with so much love.

As Draco did I flicked to the back, this was where the real magic was.

It was otherwise an ordinary Hogwarts: a history book, but a double page had been added, about Hermione.

About "the greatest witch of our time" it had all of Hermione's magical achievements and a short profile about her.

It was truly extraordinary.

I passed the book back to her

"Wow," I stammered.

"Wow indeed" Draco reiterated.

I caught Draco glancing at me, but then back at the book.

She got up to put the book in her room.

"That was amazing," Draco said to Ron, who was sitting with the other boys.

Ron shrugged his shoulders,

"It's nothing," he said humbly.

***

The chat quickly lulled and one by one we went off to bed.

Draco kisses my forehead before going to show the Beauxbaton girls where they'd be sleeping.

I wandered off to bed a little while later.

***

I woke to see not only my robes but also my quidditch kit folded up nicely on top of my trunk.

I glanced over at Ron's, just robes.

I would have loved Ron to be on the team with me, but it's an undeniable fact that Wood lives and breathes quidditch. It would be impossible not to give him a place on the team.

I got dressed and let Ron sleep for a little longer. When I had put my uniform on I chucked a pillow at his head.

"Thanks, mate," he said, his voice muffled under the pillow.

He chucked himself out of bed and stood still for a few seconds.

"Are you alright?" I asked due to the completely foreign look on his face.

"I think, I think I'm in love with Hermione" he stuttered.

"Alright," I said moving towards him.

"I've never been in love with someone before," he said in a daze.

"Well, congratulations," I said, completely unsure of what to say.