I am for the totally improbable Draco/Hermione ship....I hope you like my spin on the story!
Chapter 1
Draco Malfoy gazed through an open window of his father’s study, the
wind playing about his pale face. His eyes fell upon his mother, strolling
with attendants in the vast gardens of the manor. She was a beautiful
woman, full of charm and elegance. Narcissa Malfoy was the model wife
of an aristocrat. She never showed her emotions, always agreed with her
husband, and of course, had the beauty most women spend their entire
lives trying attain. But her beauty was tarnished by one small factor, she
never seemed happy. Draco lamented upon this fact for a moment. His
mother was nothing but devoted to the happiness of her only child, and it
showed. Draco enjoyed every luxury growing up. The only bad side to his
childhood was his father.
Lucius Malfoy provided for his family and in return they were
expected to give him an illusion of a perfect family. Draco’s father was a
harsh ruler of the house. Draco disliked his father, though he respected
and honored him. He did as he was told and was sweetly rewarded. If he
did not do as told, well, that happened only once. Draco could not believe
that he could have been worse off growing up, until he decided to visit
Diagon Alley with his best friend Diego, a pureblood wizard of Spain. They
had heard of a bookstore that could help with a potion that they were
trying to concoct, an extremely powerful smoke bomb they wanted to test
on the house elves.
This errand into Diagon Alley would be an exciting and fun
adventure. Diego was sure of it. Draco also needed to pick up a few
school supplies to be ready for Hogwarts.
At 17, Draco would be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry one final year, and he was willing to make it his best. His
good grades had paid off. He would be head boy in the coming school
year. Finally he had beaten Harry Potter. He now had the power to end
the incessant annoyance of the Boy Who Lived.
The two boys received many stares from young witches as
they strolled down Diagon Alley. They were extremely handsome. Draco’s
pale skin and blond hair gave him and ethereal glow that made the girls
crazy. His light blue, almost silver eyes had a reputation for looking
directly into a soul. Diego’s looks were the classic, tall, dark, and
handsome. His dark, curly hair framed his face. With dark eyes of
chocolate, he could melt any heart. Both boys were rather tall, and
though strong, Draco was not as muscular as Diego. The boys entered a
small rare bookstore with dust covering the front window completely. The
store was full of books covering shelves and the floor. A petite witch was
sitting at the front desk, reading a rather large tome. The boys stood
looking at her for a few seconds. She had curly brown hair, pulled into a
loose bun at the nape of her neck. Her brown eyes were rapidly moving
about the pages of her book; her full lips slightly parted. She was wearing
muggle blue jeans and a tank top. The soft light of the candles in the
room made her look angelic. She seemed somewhat familiar to Draco.
Maybe she went to Hogwarts. A Ravenclaw perhaps…The concentration of
the boys was interrupted when a small bell rang and the girl looked up at
them.
“How can I help you?” she asked.
“Umm…we need help finding an instruction manual entitled
Nasty Nuisance: the Art of Potent Pranks,” said Draco.
“Wait. Maybe I should have asked WHY I should help you.”
The girl was extremely irritated.
Diego was extremely confused. ”Have we done anything to
offend ma’am?”
This seemed to aggravate her even more. “ANYTHING TO
OFFEND! Well, this little ferret here has been nothing but a plague upon
my life since I was eleven years old! He is the most cruel and evil man on
earth…with the exceptions of his father and Voldemort!”
She began to cry and Draco grabbed her arm and pulled her
into the back room. He was extremely confused. Not many witches would
utter the unspeakable name of the Dark Lord. “Who are you? How
have I hurt you? I don’t even know you!”
Once her tears slowed, she replied. “I forgot that you wouldn’t
recognize me.”
This of course confused him more. “Are you telling me that I
know you, but you have changed your apperance?”
“Yes.”
“Well then, who are you?”
“I can’t say.”
“Why not?”
“Dumbledore.”
“Oh.”
“When school starts, you will know.”
“All right.”
She dried her eyes and proceeded to direct Draco to his book.
He paid for the book, thanked her for the help, and left the store, not
noticing her crying again.
