Before The War (Dramione Story)

You all know that horrid blond boy from Harry Potter that everyone loves to hate. DRACO MALFOY. Is he all that bad. Here he is. In love. With Hermione Lee Granger or is she even a Granger. Find out in Before The War (Dramione Story)


5. The Meeting At The Hall

Draco POV

    I was always a lucky kid, but I couldn’t get any luckier. No one was out. Not even Peeves the poltergeist. I walk right to the front of the great hall. The marauders map in hand. I knew that Sirius Black was a marauder. I also knew what happen when he turned his back on his family. Just like my sister; he was blasted off the family tree. Also just like my sister I wanted to be free, but I was never like her. She was bold; I obeyed. So know we are no longer related. She believed that mudbloods were not bad. I never did either. I finally get there two minutes early and she is already there. She looks at me and I look at her. In all her beauty and greatness.


Hermione POV

    When I get there I had to ward off that poltergeist. He left after two minutes of babbling. Then Draco comes down the hall. His hair slick, poster perfect, and a smile on his face. He was quite the handsome boy. He finally comes up to me. He stared, and without warning grabs my hand and pulls. I automatically follow. Out the front, down the stairs, past a hut, and into the forest.Dumbledore told us not to. I yank back. This is the first time we will have talked all night.

“We can’t go in there” I said shyly

“I can for one reason, I am a Malfoy, and Malfoys do what they want” he said with slight cockyness.

“We could get hurt, or worse caught ,and expelled” I spoke nervously.

“Don’t worry” Draco assured me.

“Ok” I say still nervous.

“Come on” he speaks with great confidence. Why wasn’t he Gryffindor. I followed him. He led me to this lake. It was pretty. There were creatures popping up from the bottom. Mermaids were swimming. He turned to me.


Draco POV

I led her to a lake that my father had told me about. She stared at it in amusement. The figure at the bottom moving. Mermaids popping up. I looked at her. She met my gaze, her eyes sparkling, hair wiping in the wind, and cheeks red. She was a wonderful witch. I didn’t care she was a mudblood. She was wonderful. She then spoke.

“Why” she said sadly

“Why what”

“Why Slytherin” she said know looking in my eyes.

“I am my parent only child, remember my sister is in Gryffindor” I said sadly.

“I know” she sat on the grass.

“No” I said grading her up. She stared at me.

“Why did you do that” she said, a bit startled.

“I was ask to be a Gryffindor, I chose Slytherin, yes I know, why, you are why, my parents would ask me who you are if I picked Gryffindor, they are friends of Voldemort. Voldemort Hermione, he will kill you when he gains power again, I can not let that happen” I said hoping she understood. She did. She then hugged me. Her head in the crick of my neck.

“You ok Hermione” she shook her head. She was ok.

“What is wrong”

“You would do this, for me, you don’t even know me” she said, muffled by my shirt.


“Why did you kiss me” again I only could hear this before she started balling.

“I don’t know if you believe in love at first sight, we are only eleven, I know, I still feel that I am in love though, I do believe that I fell in love at first sight” she still was crying. I don’t know how, but I lifted her, bent down, and sat he on my legs, still crying in my shoulder. I lifted her head.

“Do you believe”

“Know I do” she said. Finally she stop crying.


“It is cold out here”

“ I know, so look what I brought” he said. Taking out a small pack.

“A tent” she said wondering.

“Yes” I set it up walked in, and look. It was not big. Then she walked in.

“This thing is huge”she said with excitement.


“It is bigger than my house!!!”


“Let’s go to the top room, it has a wonderful view of the lake”

“Ok” she said amused

“Let's go” I said. I walked up the stairs with her. She was holding onto my arm. I yanked my arm away, and I put it around her waist. She snuggled up against me. We got into the room. There was a big bed, nightstands, two lamps, dresser, and a big window in front of the dresser.

“I will set the alarm”


“We can stay here all night”



“I am going to change, do you mind if I just were my boxers”




Hermione POV

    He left to change. I looked threw the dresser. It had clothes. Male and female. There were Gryffindor robes along with Slytherin robes. When Draco walked out I asked.

“Why is there clothes and Gryffindor robes in here”

“Because I got my house elf to get the robes and clothes for you. I pick out. I also told him he could never tell”


“Yes, I respect that house elf. He is my friend. Other then my sister he understands. He is treated like crap. I told him that he had to act like I did, and I would always give him my gratitude”

“I need pj’s”

“Bottom, Left”

“Ok” I looked at the clothes. There were fancy kind to regular kind.

“I would wear silk, but you're a muggle so I bought both types, most are night gowns. If you don’t like them I can get you something else”

“No, I will wear this one” I said picking up a red gown with truffles around the neck and bottom, and came to about mid thigh. I started to undress. I was down to my bra and underwear. He was looking at me.



“No what”

“Wondering why you're not one of the school prats that dress like strippers, you have the figure, I mean look at you, WOW!!”

“Hey” I said offended

“NO NO NO N to the O, you are beautiful, your figure is something a movie star would have”

“Thanks” I said blushing

“You're very welcome”

“Get use to it”

“To what”

“Seeing me undressed, I hate sleeping in clothes, I usually wear underwear and my bra to bed. At hogwart we have to wear full clothing in bed” he turned scarlet.


“Is that ok” he turned, and looked in the mirror. He seen he was red.

“Oh yea, just Slytherins girls walk around the common room in almost nothing ,and Gryffindors have to wear all clothing” he chuckled.

“Whatever, I am tired” I turned put the gown back in place. He looked at me.

“Do you want me to go to the other room to sleep, or no”

“No, it ain’t like we're going to do anything”


“Come on” he got into the bed.

“Ok” I got in and he pulled me close. Why was he so mature. My story, well, my life, made me mature. What happened to him. What happen to a boy to make him become a man in a matter of 11 years. Why did he age to fast. Why?

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