A Drarry Love Story
written by Hermione Jean Malfoy
I didn't know whether I should do this, but some people said yes, so I decided to do it. I don't know much about Drarry so please don't judge me. It might be bad. This is still in progress.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Months later, Malfoy Manor.....
Draco sat reading in his room. After all, what else could he do? It was Christmas, which meant he had no homework, and he had no friends over with him. He normally would have asked, but he was now terrified to do so in case the Dark Lord didn't approve of them.
He finished the book surprisingly fast for a slow reader like him. He slammed it shut and glanced to his bookshelf. The shelf was lined with books, though he was sure he had read every single one of them.
His mind wandered to the dark pit of his mind he kept silent. The place where he dreaded. The place where a forced boy like him would go if he were reasonable.
So rarely was he happy these days. Even Hogwarts wasn't the same, with Dumbledore gone and the whole school now devoted to the Dark Arts. Even he wasn't the same.
His father had taught him against it. His father had said the Dark Lord would never approve of it.
Potter. How could he have fallen for Harry James Potter?
Draco frowned. He racked his brains to the last time he was truly happy. He remembered. It was at Dumbledore's funeral, when nearly all the guests had left, and he found out that Potter was leaving the Weasley girl. Possibly forever.
He wanted to see Potter, just one glance, but it was impossible. If he did, that would mean the Dark Lord had caught him, and he would kill him. Some part of his Slytherin, Death Eater mind didn't want that.
Aunt Bellatrix's yell jerked him from his mind. He threw his book onto the floor of his bedroom and got out of bed to see what the matter was. He very sincerely hoped it wasn't the Dark Lord.
"What do you want?" Aunt Bellatrix cried. He hoped this was a good sign. He knew she would never say anything like this in the presence of the Dark Lord.
And Draco lay eyes on him.
Was this the angel's or demon's calling?
Draco sat reading in his room. After all, what else could he do? It was Christmas, which meant he had no homework, and he had no friends over with him. He normally would have asked, but he was now terrified to do so in case the Dark Lord didn't approve of them.
He finished the book surprisingly fast for a slow reader like him. He slammed it shut and glanced to his bookshelf. The shelf was lined with books, though he was sure he had read every single one of them.
His mind wandered to the dark pit of his mind he kept silent. The place where he dreaded. The place where a forced boy like him would go if he were reasonable.
So rarely was he happy these days. Even Hogwarts wasn't the same, with Dumbledore gone and the whole school now devoted to the Dark Arts. Even he wasn't the same.
His father had taught him against it. His father had said the Dark Lord would never approve of it.
Potter. How could he have fallen for Harry James Potter?
Draco frowned. He racked his brains to the last time he was truly happy. He remembered. It was at Dumbledore's funeral, when nearly all the guests had left, and he found out that Potter was leaving the Weasley girl. Possibly forever.
He wanted to see Potter, just one glance, but it was impossible. If he did, that would mean the Dark Lord had caught him, and he would kill him. Some part of his Slytherin, Death Eater mind didn't want that.
Aunt Bellatrix's yell jerked him from his mind. He threw his book onto the floor of his bedroom and got out of bed to see what the matter was. He very sincerely hoped it wasn't the Dark Lord.
"What do you want?" Aunt Bellatrix cried. He hoped this was a good sign. He knew she would never say anything like this in the presence of the Dark Lord.
And Draco lay eyes on him.
Was this the angel's or demon's calling?
