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“…as I move on to my next question, a thunderous explosion shakes the manor. While I’m terrified, Hermione and Draco don’t seem much fazed by the loud blast. Moments later, the culprits appear at the foot of the staircase. And I’m relieved to only find the three Malfoy children. The two eldest troublemakers look equally guilty and ashamed. The youngest sibling trail behind them with an unnerving smirk on her face…”
Hermione Granger had always been odd. Terribly brilliant and scathingly ruthless, her perception of the world had made her the object of schoolyard jests, her peers doling out punishment by virtue of her strangeness, children terrifying in the dangerous manner only children are capable of. And so alone in her room, she made her dolls move by her will. That was years ago.
Now all grown up, she becomes, almost obsessively, determined to prove that more than will, magic reinforced her spine. And by God, if there’s a whole different world out there, Hermione will be part of it - even if she has to claw her way in.
So when a pretty boy shows up, all sharp lines, and light hair, and the snark of old rich, she is drawn to him and the mark on his arm. He is well-versed in manipulation and the sorcery of the dark, and when he offers her a hand to beckon her come, she takes it.
“Every year, she integrated herself into my life and it was so gradual I didn’t even notice. How stupid is that? I never knew how much she meant to me, how much she’d always mattered, until now, until today, until it was too late. I’m Draco Malfoy, it’s my birthday and the one person I want next to me, that I’ve always wanted next to me, is somewhere else entirely and it’s no one’s fault but my own”.