Attention, potential readers of my book! Brace yourselves for a rollercoaster of emotions, because in "My Missing Piece (Harmione)," you'll find more drama than a quidditch match with broomstick malfunctions. We're talking self-harm, torture, and enough blood to make a vampire blush. If you're as sensitive as a blast-ended skrewt, consider steering clear. But for the brave souls out there, here's a sneak peek:
This tale kicks off just a month after the Hogwarts showdown, and Harry's got it bad for Hermione. Ever since the Yule Ball, he's been head over heels for the brightest, smartest, funniest, and most drop-dead gorgeous witch he's ever laid eyes on. But will Hermione reciprocate his feelings, or will their friendship go up in flames faster than a Weasley's fireworks display? Dive into this fanfiction and discover the answer, if you dare! ⚡?
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"Harry?" Hermione called out.
Harry's heart plummeted like a bludger to the gut. If she asked the one question he'd been praying she wouldn't, he might as well take a one-way trip to Azkaban for awkwardness. Their friendship, he feared, would be more shattered than a crystal ball dropped from the Astronomy Tower. Harry clung to the hope that she'd ask about anything else, but it seemed fate had a twisted sense of humor.
Slowly, he turned to face those enchanting chocolate brown eyes he could never get enough of. She spoke the words he'd been trying to dodge like a rogue bludger.
"Why didn't you spill the beans about being head over heels for me, Harry?" Hermione inquired, leaving him in a pit of utter despair.
And so, the tale of Harry's romantic blunders began, filled with more twists and turns than a Niffler's chase for shiny objects. ?
Malfoy knocks into Granger. Granger snarls. Malfoy mocks. Granger retorts. The end.
Except...
Something in his chest cracked open.
His limbs moved before his pride could catch up. He dropped to one knee beside her and began to collect the books.
Hermione blinked, her fingers pausing on the spine of her Arithmancy notes. Her eyes darted to his face, confused.
"You're actually helping?" she muttered, suspiciously.
Draco didn't look at her.
He picked up the thickest book, brushing some dust from the edge. His fingers trembled.
And then, voice rough, soft-like it had scraped itself raw before speaking-he said:
"I-I'm sorry."
Hermione froze completely.
What?
Draco cleared his throat, handed her the book, and added, voice faltering just enough to betray him:
"I didn't mean to, I wasn't paying attention-sorry, mudblood."
Triggered Warning-
Gore, violence,mentions of attempted suicide, torture, mentions of rape.