Forever and Always: A Dramione Story
written by Ivy Malfoy
He saw her on the first day of school and they became fast friends. Always there for each other, they knew when the other was unhappy. But now, as they both age a bit older, they become attracted to each other. Their stars just align with each other's. They know that they are soul mates, but no one else knows. What do they do? In this forbidden romance, they find themselves- and each other- along the way, where they will forever and always be together.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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First Year Friendship
Chapter 1
A blond-haired, attractive boy spoke out of nowhere, as we were waiting for Professor McGonagall to return, so we could be sorted. “Well, well, well... Rumor has it that Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts. These are my friends, and my name’s Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.” Ron, the dirty, poor-looking child next to me, snickered.
Draco glared at him. “Think my name’s funny, do you? Well, there’s no need asking who you are, with red hair and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley,” he his sed.
Ron looked down, embarrassed and fire-truck red, with his ears scorching.
Draco then looked at Harry. “You’ll find that some Wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort.” He stuck his hand out as a sign of friendship.
Harry looked at him oddly, as if he couldn’t stand to be near him. “I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.”
Draco blushed, annoyed, and said, “You had your chance, Potter.” He then caught my eye, and said, “And who might you be?” in an interested tone.
“I’m Hermione Granger, uhhh... Draco, was it?” He nodded, looking pleased that I had remembered his name.
“I suppose that since I’m Muggle-born, my family isn’t as good as others?” I asked, my eyebrows raised curiously.
“Well, that depends. If you’ll be my friend, I think I can overlook it... “ He winked at me, smiling presumptuously, yet in a self-teasing manner.
“I’ll consider it,” I said, smiling widely back.
Professor McGonagall returned, tapping him on the shoulder with her paper, and announced, “First years, please follow me!” We all marched... well, scurried, into the Great Hall, each pushing another so they wouldn’t have to go first. I told one girl, “The ceiling isn’t really the sky; it’s just bewitched to look like that. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History.”
Draco looked over at me, grinning, and said, “I like my women smart, strong, and beautiful. So far you’re doing wonderful, Granger...”
I blushed and said, “You’re not so bad yourself, Malfoy.”
Then, Professor McGonagall lined us all in front of the Sorting Hat, while it sang its song. Then, Professor McGonagall called, “Abbott, Hannah.”
She hurried up to the Sorting Hat and was sorted, and after multiple people, she then called, “Granger, Hermione.” I paused, horrorstruck at the idea of having to sit in front of everyone. However, I raced up front, and hesitantly sat on the stool, heart racing. The hat started speaking as soon as it was placed on my head.
“Hmmm... you have an excellent mind and a certain thirst for knowledge. But, you also have a disregard for rules- oh, no, that’s nothing horrible- and you seem to be very brave. Where to put you, where to put you? Well then, it’ll have to be Gryffindor!” This last word it yelled for the rest of the Hall to hear. I beamed, thrilled at being in Gryffindor, and hurried over to the Gryffindor table, where everyone sat waiting to congratulate me. When Draco was sorted into Slytherin, I flashed a smile in his direction and he grinned back, waving. Percy Weasley, a prefect at the time, caught this exchange and said, “Miss Granger, you shouldn’t go mixing up with the Malfoy’s. They’re not very trustworthy. I would stay away from them if I were you.” And while I listened and did not talk to Draco Malfoy for the rest of the night, I couldn’t help but glance back at him from time to time. It’s just that he got so animated when he was talking! He really was perfect, from what I could see- smart, powerful, attractive, talkative, charming... the list went on and on! I found that he was the sort of friend I'd been dying to have...
Draco glared at him. “Think my name’s funny, do you? Well, there’s no need asking who you are, with red hair and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley,” he his sed.
Ron looked down, embarrassed and fire-truck red, with his ears scorching.
Draco then looked at Harry. “You’ll find that some Wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort.” He stuck his hand out as a sign of friendship.
Harry looked at him oddly, as if he couldn’t stand to be near him. “I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.”
Draco blushed, annoyed, and said, “You had your chance, Potter.” He then caught my eye, and said, “And who might you be?” in an interested tone.
“I’m Hermione Granger, uhhh... Draco, was it?” He nodded, looking pleased that I had remembered his name.
“I suppose that since I’m Muggle-born, my family isn’t as good as others?” I asked, my eyebrows raised curiously.
“Well, that depends. If you’ll be my friend, I think I can overlook it... “ He winked at me, smiling presumptuously, yet in a self-teasing manner.
“I’ll consider it,” I said, smiling widely back.
Professor McGonagall returned, tapping him on the shoulder with her paper, and announced, “First years, please follow me!” We all marched... well, scurried, into the Great Hall, each pushing another so they wouldn’t have to go first. I told one girl, “The ceiling isn’t really the sky; it’s just bewitched to look like that. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History.”
Draco looked over at me, grinning, and said, “I like my women smart, strong, and beautiful. So far you’re doing wonderful, Granger...”
I blushed and said, “You’re not so bad yourself, Malfoy.”
Then, Professor McGonagall lined us all in front of the Sorting Hat, while it sang its song. Then, Professor McGonagall called, “Abbott, Hannah.”
She hurried up to the Sorting Hat and was sorted, and after multiple people, she then called, “Granger, Hermione.” I paused, horrorstruck at the idea of having to sit in front of everyone. However, I raced up front, and hesitantly sat on the stool, heart racing. The hat started speaking as soon as it was placed on my head.
“Hmmm... you have an excellent mind and a certain thirst for knowledge. But, you also have a disregard for rules- oh, no, that’s nothing horrible- and you seem to be very brave. Where to put you, where to put you? Well then, it’ll have to be Gryffindor!” This last word it yelled for the rest of the Hall to hear. I beamed, thrilled at being in Gryffindor, and hurried over to the Gryffindor table, where everyone sat waiting to congratulate me. When Draco was sorted into Slytherin, I flashed a smile in his direction and he grinned back, waving. Percy Weasley, a prefect at the time, caught this exchange and said, “Miss Granger, you shouldn’t go mixing up with the Malfoy’s. They’re not very trustworthy. I would stay away from them if I were you.” And while I listened and did not talk to Draco Malfoy for the rest of the night, I couldn’t help but glance back at him from time to time. It’s just that he got so animated when he was talking! He really was perfect, from what I could see- smart, powerful, attractive, talkative, charming... the list went on and on! I found that he was the sort of friend I'd been dying to have...
