Fallen: A Thwarted Love Story
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bleedingangel84This is a story that I wrote and posted at harrypotterfanfiction.com under the penname dramionelover84. Before I discovered Harry/Draco I enjoyed Draco/Hermione. This was the first HP story I ever wrote. In the middle of writing it, my love (read: obsession) with Drarry took over my brain. That's why it took me so long to finish. It is a chaptered work, but they are very short. The warnings and things are posted as they are listed on the site. This fiction is AU. Harry is only a secondary character. I do have a scene in here where he defends Draco. I think (hope) I've grown as a writer since this, but I'm still proud of it, so I wanted to share.
Format: Short story
Chapters: 12
Word Count: 10,555
Status: COMPLETED
Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Contains Spoilers
Genres: Drama, Romance, Angst
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Voldemort, Draco, Fred, George
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Harry/Ginny
First Published: 09/21/2007
Last Chapter: 08/12/2010
Last Updated: 08/12/2010
Draco Malfoy looked up from his seat in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. As they always had, his eyes turned to focus on the back of Hermione Granger’s head, taking in the beauty of her golden brown curls. It had always been like that, ever since their first year at Hogwarts. He remembered when he first saw her at the Sorting, how his heart had fluttered at the sight of her as he sat for so brief an instant under the brim of that patched, faded old wizards’ hat. He pictured it in his mind as if it had happened yesterday.
Eleven- year- old Draco looked out over the line of his fellow first years, the trademark Malfoy smirk firmly in place to disguise nervousness he refused to admit, even to himself. He could hear his father’s voice in the back of his head, repeating the phrase he was often told. “You are a Malfoy. Malfoy’s do not show fear of any sort.” Despite that, Draco could not help but see that his classmates suffered from no such restriction. He noticed one girl in particular who seemed very nervous and was muttering incantations under her breath.
His stomach swooped painfully, but it was only one second until the hat shouted out “SLYTHERIN!” depriving him of the chance to explore his strange reaction further, as the two were in notoriously opposed houses. Draco found himself wishing bitterly that things were different, but Granger was a Mudblood. He was a Malfoy. No two more opposite people could exist on Earth. Yet, he could not resist continuing to watch her from a distance with hidden longing in his gaze.
The longer he watched, the more he saw her strength and determination. She was fiercely loyal to her friends, and the quick-witted remarks she traded with Potter and the Weasel often had him biting back an amused smirk. Strangely enough, it wasn’t hard to act as if he hated her. The fact that she was unattainable drove him crazy and made it particularly easy to hurl insults at her. He often wondered what she would do if he were to throw caution and his pureblooded upbringing out the window, but he knew he would never have the courage.
“She’d probably hex me into the next century,” he thought to himself miserably, “or worse, laugh in my face.” Where was the infamous Malfoy pride that had been drilled into him from his cradle? When it came to her, Draco realized that he had none. He had to face facts-he had feelings for Hermione Granger, a mudblood, and for him, as far away as the moon.
Every time he taunted her throughout their years at Hogwarts, he always wondered in the back of his mind if things might not one day be different between them, if he were just a bit braver. But he knew she would never look at him. She was too good, too kind, and he was far too bound by the expectations of his family. He knew he would one day be expected to serve the Dark Lord. No matter what-or whom-he wanted.
Format: Short story
Chapters: 12
Word Count: 10,555
Status: COMPLETED
Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Contains Spoilers
Genres: Drama, Romance, Angst
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Voldemort, Draco, Fred, George
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Harry/Ginny
First Published: 09/21/2007
Last Chapter: 08/12/2010
Last Updated: 08/12/2010
Draco Malfoy looked up from his seat in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. As they always had, his eyes turned to focus on the back of Hermione Granger’s head, taking in the beauty of her golden brown curls. It had always been like that, ever since their first year at Hogwarts. He remembered when he first saw her at the Sorting, how his heart had fluttered at the sight of her as he sat for so brief an instant under the brim of that patched, faded old wizards’ hat. He pictured it in his mind as if it had happened yesterday.
Eleven- year- old Draco looked out over the line of his fellow first years, the trademark Malfoy smirk firmly in place to disguise nervousness he refused to admit, even to himself. He could hear his father’s voice in the back of his head, repeating the phrase he was often told. “You are a Malfoy. Malfoy’s do not show fear of any sort.” Despite that, Draco could not help but see that his classmates suffered from no such restriction. He noticed one girl in particular who seemed very nervous and was muttering incantations under her breath.
His stomach swooped painfully, but it was only one second until the hat shouted out “SLYTHERIN!” depriving him of the chance to explore his strange reaction further, as the two were in notoriously opposed houses. Draco found himself wishing bitterly that things were different, but Granger was a Mudblood. He was a Malfoy. No two more opposite people could exist on Earth. Yet, he could not resist continuing to watch her from a distance with hidden longing in his gaze.
The longer he watched, the more he saw her strength and determination. She was fiercely loyal to her friends, and the quick-witted remarks she traded with Potter and the Weasel often had him biting back an amused smirk. Strangely enough, it wasn’t hard to act as if he hated her. The fact that she was unattainable drove him crazy and made it particularly easy to hurl insults at her. He often wondered what she would do if he were to throw caution and his pureblooded upbringing out the window, but he knew he would never have the courage.
“She’d probably hex me into the next century,” he thought to himself miserably, “or worse, laugh in my face.” Where was the infamous Malfoy pride that had been drilled into him from his cradle? When it came to her, Draco realized that he had none. He had to face facts-he had feelings for Hermione Granger, a mudblood, and for him, as far away as the moon.
Every time he taunted her throughout their years at Hogwarts, he always wondered in the back of his mind if things might not one day be different between them, if he were just a bit braver. But he knew she would never look at him. She was too good, too kind, and he was far too bound by the expectations of his family. He knew he would one day be expected to serve the Dark Lord. No matter what-or whom-he wanted.
