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Pretty Mouth and my Gray Eyes — Prologue







"The unexpected encounters — because there were no expectations."





Hermione Granger grabbed my coat sleeve on Diagon Alley Road and said my name. I had not seen her in seven years. The same chocolate brown eyes framed by dark lashes, the same light sampling of freckles on her small nose and the wild chestnut curls that had attracted much attention at Hogwarts.

We were standing outside of Flourish and Blotts. The bustle of wizards and witches around us faded away. The light snowfall was the only thing that came between our incessant gazing.

Draco Malfoy. She said my name as if it were inevitable, as if she had been caught. Her light brown hair, still as long and curly as when she was eleven, blew over her cheeks.

I turned to stare at her. She was clutching an array of wrapped parcels and her satchel, which was no doubt filled with books, slid down her shoulder. She stood uncertainly on the sidewalk. Her full red lips contrasted notably against her fair skin and I could see the tip of her nose glowing pink.

For a few prolonged moments neither of us said anything. Staring seemed to be the only thing transpiring between the two of us. Neither of us broke the silence and she continued to bite her bottom lip apprehensively.

Her chocolate brown eyes locked with mine and she motioned to the small café nestled between Flourish and Blotts and Madame Malkin’s. I followed hesitantly, with her just a few steps in front of me. She held the door open and we both stepped inside. We were met with warmth and the aroma of chocolate and coffee. She sat down slowly and I followed, sitting across from her. The small round table was the only thing separating us. And even then it felt like too much.



The broom closet was dark save the faint candle that flickered on the abandoned desk in the corner.

“Draco, we really can’t,” she said firmly, but I could feel her faltering under my kiss and my touch.

“Why not?” I asked her, fingering the buttons on her white oxford button-down. I looked down at her. She was biting her lip apprehensively, like she always did when she was nervous. Her wild chesnut-colored curls were loose and around her shoulders.

“Because, someone could catch us,” she said. I rolled my eyes and pressed my forehead to hers.

“Who, Pothead and the Weasel?” I asked smirking. I kissed her jawline slowly and my lips trickled down to her collarbone. I could feel the blush on her neck and chest and I smiled.

“Not Harry and Ron,” she gasped as I kissed her chest, unbuttoning the top buttons of her shirt. “Honestly, Draco, do you
want to get caught?”

I stopped kissing her and looked her eye-to-eye, “You worry too much, Miss Granger,” I said, grinning.

“It’s not that I’m worried,” she began defensively. But, then trailed off her argument when I kissed up her neck and my lips met hers, effectively silencing her rant.

I continued kissing her then moved to the back of her neck, planting soft kisses on her most sensitive spot. She gasped quietly and pulled me closer. They was nothing separating us, I pulled her flush against me and she pulled at my tie.

I nestled my face in her hair making sure she could hear my heavy breathing in her ear as she undid the buttons on my shirt and lifted my shirt tails from my trousers.

I sucked lightly on her earlobe and then moved my lips downward to her chest where I undid her shirt buttons and freed her from her shirt.

The candle continued to flicker and I could vaguely make out the blush on her cheeks.

“I really like that,” I said, grazing my fingers against her cheek.

Her cheeks glowed red and she pulled my face down to kiss her.

I kissed down her neck carelessly and heard her gasp. I smiled lightly. Her skin was so soft and I sighed.

She wrapped her legs around my hips and I lifted her onto the abandoned desk, her legs dangled off the end. Her hands slid over my chest and she rid me of my shirt and tie. She pulled me closer and I complied. The faint flicker of the candle went out and we were enveloped in darkness. I could barely make her out in the darkness. I reached towards her face and ran my fingers over her soft, plump lips. Her breathing came in short, hard gasps and her chest heaved. My hands travelled down her body and I smiled. I rested my hands on either of her thighs and rested my forehead against hers. My nose grazed her cheekbones and I could feel her breathing slow. There was nothing between us. I could feel her steady heartbeat.

“I love you,” I breathed.



“Draco?” asked Hermione tentatively. She frowned slightly and I snapped out of my reverie.

“Sorry,” I said, shaking my head. I looked down at the table, then out of the window.

“I heard a rumor that you were back,” she said quietly and I glanced up to meet her fathomless brown eyes. She reached out to hold my hand in hers but I immediately pulled it out of her grasp. I couldn’t even say anything to her.



Hogwarts was in absolute chaos; people were screaming and bright lights were emitting from the spells duelers were casting after each other. My duty to the Dark Lord wasn’t completed yet, but I had started all this.

Death Eaters, Order members, Hogwarts students, Aurors; everyone passed me. But no one saw me; it was as if I was invisible. No, I was just a coward. A coward hiding from the evil that was pulsating around me.

The walls were exploding. The ground was rupturing. The ceilings were falling.

“Draco!” I heard someone yell. I turned around sharply to see Crabbe and Goyle. “What are you doing?” asked Goyle. “Your father says that the Dark Lord is—” He was cut off by an explosion that sent us all running down a deserted corridor.

That was when I saw them.
The Golden Trio. Potter had dropped out of Hogwarts after Dumbledore was murdered and Weasley and Hermione had inevitably chosen to help him. They were discussing quietly and appeared to have not seen us. I lifted a finger to my lips and motioned to Crabbe and Goyle to be silent. They obliged.

She looked even more beautiful than ever. Her brown curls were longer and her face was flushed. She looked panicked. It hurt that I was the reason that was causing her so much distress.

Then, they spotted us. Weasley, like the idiot he was brandished his wand in what he obviously thought was a threatening way. I snorted and Crabbe and Goyle snickered. This only caused Weasley to get angrier. Potter looked calm despite the fact the whole weight of Wizarding World was on his shoulders. I couldn’t even meet Her eyes.

“Come to save to the Wizarding World have you, Potter?” I sneered at him.

“Malfoy,” he said, calmly. “What have you done?”

“The Dark Lord will rise again,” I said robotically, like I had heard my father before me say so many times before. Even to me it sounded stupid.

“You’re an idiot, Malfoy,” hissed Weasley.

“Better an idiot than a martyr,” I said.

“Come on; Crabbe, Goyle,” I said, backing away from the three. I looked at Her one last time and our eyes met; her miraculously soft brown and mine, steely gray.

We broke into a run and at the staircase we separated. “Crabbe, Goyle, go on without me,” I said, turning to go back in the direction we’d come from before they could object.

I ran, trying to dodge spells and go unnoticed. She was running towards me, her small purple beaded satchel swinging at her side.

“What have you done?” she breathed.

“What my father told me to do,” I said coldly. I hadn’t seen her, spoken to her in over a year. And then she just reappears.

“Draco,” she said quietly, “why?”

“Because, Hermione,” I said, trying to calm my anger, “We can’t all be like you and Potter and Weasley.”

She frowned at me, trying to meet my eyes, but I looked away.

“There’s a reason you weren’t put into Ravenclaw, Hermione. You’re the brightest witch of your age, but you have courage, you’re brave. I’m not, remember? I’m a Slytherin. I’m a coward.”

She began shaking her head. “No,” she said, “you’re not.”

“Yes, I am,” I argued.

She shook her head angrily at me, tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. “Why are you acting like this? I know you don’t believe in the Dark Lord. You’re acting like a…like a—”

“Like a what, Hermione? Like a Slytherin? I am a Slytherin.”

She was shaking her head before I could finish. “You’re acting the way everyone thinks you are… but, I know its not like you. You’re different from them.”

“No, I’m not,” I roared at her. “I’m exactly the same as them: a coward. Afraid. Always putting myself before others.”

“You’re only a coward because you’re fighting for what you know is wrong. And you’ve given up on the good, because, everyone thinks you’re bad, anyway, right? So what’s the point of fighting what you were born into. You’re not a coward. You’re an idiot.”

I turned my back on her. An explosion sounded overhead and I broke into a run. Away from her.

Spells, hexes and jinxes were flying from all wands, in all directions, their colorful explosions lit up the corridors. Sweat prickled down the back of my neck and I realized what I had just done. I had walked away from her.

For the second time that night, I turned back from where I came from, back to her. I couldn't even explain why I felt the need to follow her. I just
needed to. I rounded the corner and stopped dead. Hermione had her legs wrapped around Weasley’s waist and the two were sharing a passionate embrace while Potter just stood there awkwardly. My stomach tightened and I felt as if I’d throw up. It was all my fault. All because I’d turned my back on her. She was right, I was an idiot. I had just let her go.

I heard screaming and hid behind a tapestry, disappearing into a passageway. And then I began to run. Away from everything. Away from my mistakes. I didn’t stop until I reached the Astronomy Tower. I collapsed into a heap on the floor and felt the first tear of many fall down my cheek.

I looked up towards the ceiling and all I could see were patches of the untainted sky.




Hermione cleared her throat and I looked up, startled. She was fidgeting with her hands and then I saw it: the ring. A small diamond set in a white gold band. And that was all it took to make me feel sick again.

She bit her bottom lip nervously. “There’s something… or rather someone that I need to tell you about.”



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Author's Note Hi, welcome to my new story. This one's a little more serious than my others. But, I kind of like it so far. So, what did you guys think? I'd love some feedback because I was really hesitant to put this up because I've never written Dramione before. And I'm not sure if I should continue it. Thanks for taking the time to read this.

Amandax

ps. The italics are flashbacks.






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