The Right Thing To Do

The Right Thing To Do

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Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.
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Draco is gifted a muggleborn girl - Hermione - for his sixth birthday. He adores her and they are soon inseparable. But life is changing fast, and Draco's future holds power and responsibility that he will have to reckon with. -- "There she is, darling. Go say hello." Narcissa nudged Draco gently. He tried to duck behind her skirts but she tutted and swept him forward to greet the little girl standing across the room. Draco's first thought was that the girl was very pretty. He didn't want to stare or be weird, so he chanced glances at her out of the corner of his eye. She looked to be about his age or maybe a little younger, with dark, loosely curly hair and big serious eyes rimmed with wet-looking lashes. Her cheeks were pink like someone had just scrubbed her clean, and she was wearing a little blue dress with neat white lace on the sleeves and collar. "This is Hermione," his mother said. "We got her just for you. She's going to be your new friend." ‼️‼️‼️NOT MY STORY ITS BY GREENFLOWERPOT ON AO3

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