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Through the eyes of blind love	By : Mixilip1 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3131 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: So I couldn't wait and poster chapter two, haha.
Thank you for reading my story! If you liked it please review
Five things I want to clarify:
1: I didn't kill off some characters (for obvious reasons)
2: Àine is an Irish goddess of summer (I think)
3: I'm sorry if it stars kinda slow, but I want to give the story and all characters some depth
4. This is a love-triangle story in which sometimes one character will have more preference than the other, and vice-versa, so don't fret if your character of preference doesn't get much attention, it will soon
He'd grown into a very handsome gentleman over the years.
He wore his sleek, soft, long, white-blond hair that reached his nape with a little quiff on his forehead; he wore it as gracefully as any Malfoy would. He had big blue grayish eyes which pierced through anyone that even dared to look at him in the eye. Their softness was reserved for only a few persons, but nevertheless were refined as always. His faced remained sharp, with pointed features that would only make him look more manly and elegant. He had arms with long and beautiful hands, gorgeous; any girl would vanish with the simple thought of being merely touched by them. His back was broad, similar to that of a swimmer, with muscles that would make you tremble if you saw them. He always had his pale light skin, but with a minuscule tint of rosy gold glow on his face. He would get that very tiny attempt of a tan when on summer, he would sometimes visit his summer house in France, influenced by the decision of his mother (she loved French fashion more than food). He would get enough sun to give him that look of "being kissed by Áine". And his scent heightened his masculinity with a small trace of oak that would remind you of late Autumn. He was an eye candy to any girl that would see him, even older females that would look at him wouldn't quite believe the hot stuff that was in front of them.
He, of course, knew all that.
He took advantage of it in his earlier school years, enjoying the thought of making any girl swoon at his mere sight. He'd gone on many dates with many different girls, (which none lasted more than three dates) and had a few snoggs. And sometimes, for the very pleasure of it, he would just wink at any passing girl to see her blush and giggle. Except for her. He couldn't quite understand it at first why she didn't have the effect the other girls had. It got to a point where he would get mad at himself for it Am I not handsome enough? He would sometimes think, for he'd always had the impression he could always get the girl he wanted with nothing but his looks. He even began to think she wasn't that into boys. But after seeing that all his "enchantments" were merely superficial, he started to understand her better… and to fall in love with her. Many would have sworn that he was secretly a veela, for his beautiful complexion and poise, but the Malfoy family being pure-blooded, couldn't stand the thought of having mixed blood in the family line. And even less from something that wasn't entirely human. Those ideas, of course, weren't so prominent now.
After the war, the Malfoy family was a little bit more... accepting in relation to the other "blood types" that there were in the world of magic. Although Draco was brought up in a family where blood supremacy and appearances were everything, he never truly had any affliction to others who weren't pure-blooded, not after he became friends with Hermione anyway. He always felt pressured to follow his father's steps; he was taught in the ideology of most old-fashioned pure-blooded families: if something wasn't pure-blood, it wasn't worth to even look at. But after countless talks and different views Hermione would give him, he finally understood how wrong his family's ideology was, and began to be more tolerant of others.

She couldn't help herself and remembered the amount of effort and time it took to finally made some sense out of his ideologies, and the enormous success that came in the end. Finally, a powerful wizard with that mind as brilliant as his will be up to something good… Hermione stop! Hermione refused to believe for even a second what Miss Trelawney had just told her minutes ago. It just couldn't be! Not that Malfoy repulsed her or she thought bad about him. In fact, the more she learned about Draco, the more she found herself fascinated with him… Merlin just STOP! You have a boyfriend! And you love him!... Right?
"UGH! This can't be happening! You've wanted this since 4th grade, and this isn't going to ruin it!" Hermione angrily whispered to herself while angry tears pricked the corner of her eyes. Why was she feeling this confused? If she defended her love for Ron as securely as she had done it in the encounter with Miss Trelawney, she shouldn't feel so confused like she was feeling now.
"Granger? Are you inside? Why did you go running after we bumped each other?"
Hermione just froze. She couldn't deal with him right now! She wouldn't. It was too soon! Why was he out so early in the morning in the first place? She would sometimes go for a morning walk but him? I didn't know he was an early bird. Draco's knocking became louder and snapping her out of her thoughts, she had the idea that if she kept quiet maybe he would go away.
"Hermione?"
The atmosphere was silent for a few moments until Hermione heard Draco whisper "Oh sod formalities" and then "Candyfloss" from the other side and the sound of the door of their common room opening.
Oh, knickers! Hermione totally forgot for a second that being head students, she and Draco would have to share their common room for the rest of the year. Draco was most probably being polite by giving her some space and not just burst in the room.
Hermione made a lame attempt at hiding as Draco crossed the portrait and entered the room only to see Hermione sprawled on the rug, trying to hide behind the couch.
"Granger? Have you gone mad? Or are you just typically mental? Grang- What on Merlin's sake are you doing?" He said half amused, trying to contain a small laugh at the girl lying on the floor in front of him with her hair dishevelled and like a deer in headlights.
"I.. err was looking if there weren't any pieces of leftovers on the floor. You know, the biscuits we ate yesterday are not entirely safe for Crookshanks, so I'm looking if we accidentally dropped one. I suddenly remembered so…yeah," Hermione tried very hard not to blush as she was getting off the ground. She couldn't tell Draco what she'd just heard. Not until three things happened:
1. She was positively sure it wasn't just any fake type of prediction
2. She decided what measures she would take on the matter
3. The day she would catch the golden snitch
"You know the house elves clean daily right?" When she merely nodded he said "Then I will go for the latter. It being, you're completely mental." He chuckled as he got closer to her and removed one of her locks that was dancing in front of her face, tucking it behind her ear. The movement caused her to blush furiously, and she backed away reflexively. She tried to speak as not to make the moment more awkward.
"Thank you. I… I'm sorry if I startled you a bit back there. I really thought there were biscuit leftovers on the ground hidden, and feared that I would return only to find a poisoned cat on my bed." She tried to smile even though they very well knew a biscuit would only give Crookshanks a tummy ache. Funny thought Draco, he knew her well enough to suspect she was lying. But why? Had he done something to her? He was determined to find out what was bothering that pretty head of hers. But he decided that would be later, right now he wanted to enjoy the gentle smile that was painted on her lips.
"I'm suspicious of your behaviour Granger. But I'll buy it. One can never be too careful with the things that are harmful to cats." Hermione sighed in relief. That was enough for her at the moment. She really needed to speak to Firenze, the only other one she could speak (and trusted) about the so-called "prediction" Miss Trelawney had, better saying the only other seer she knew.
"Have you gotten any breakfast already? I'm starving, and I don't want to arrive late to any of my classes. I don't wish to be a bad example as this year's head girl." Hermione said trying to change the subject, even though it still was pretty early in the morning to be any late.
"Uh yes, I have, I had some porridge in our common room before going out for a walk. But I'll go with you if you want. I really wouldn't mind sitting for once on the Gryffindor table, not at this hour I mean. The Great Hall is still pretty empty this early on the morning."
"N-no! It's fine really. If you already had breakfast I don't want to bother you, I don't mind being alone. Besides I wouldn't like your reputation of "The Prince of Slytherin" to be damaged." Hermione said letting out a small laugh.
"Are you sure? A little gossip about me wouldn't do any harm. I can take away points from anyone I want." He said flashing that famous smile of his. Hermione couldn't avoid her heart skipping a beat when he did. Hermione calm yourself! Just think about Ron.
"Yes, I'm sure. I am probably going to be absorbed reading the Daily Prophet anyway. And if we were to encounter Ron I… it wouldn't exactly be a pleasant encounter." She said half smiling.
Draco couldn't help but feel a little down when she said the name of the manky redhead. He also felt a little disappointed that she preferred the company of the weasel over his, but in the end he couldn't really blame her because he was her boyfriend after all, not him. If he could only steal her away from the weasel.
Draco's pensive face looked like it was important. Hermione took it as her cue to leave.
"Well, I'll be going then."
"Uh? Sorry, I was just thinking." He said shaking his head. "Be careful of soulless gingers on the way!" He added when she was at the door.
"Malfoy, don't say those things!" Hermione half laughed as she exited the room towards the Great Hall.

Hermione was a little refreshed after her conversation with Draco. They could usually converse on almost any topic. Their interests were more-less the same (with the exception of money and power: she obviously didn't care about those things as much as he did,) and they both loved to read. She decided she didn't actually felt any change in their relationship after the "prediction". Yes, she felt a little confused when he put her lock behind her ear but besides that, she just felt the usual flow of events in their relationship. Hermione remembered in her 6th year when things with Draco went from better to worse in just a matter of months. She decided to shrug the feeling off, as her memories of that year were very irregular. Although her good memories were some of her best, there were far more of bad memories, so her 6th year wasn't exactly the best year for her.
She reached the Great Hall and saw that Harry, Ron, and Ginny were already munching on their breakfast. She smiled happily as she approached them.
"How's our head girl doing in her first week of school? I bet you've already caught 4th years snogging in the halls." Her best friend greeted her finishing with an "ew" expression on her face.
"Hello, didn't expect you to be here so early. And no, let's just wait for that never to happen. I'm so excited that we're in the same year Ginny! Although I hate to be one year behind, I'm glad we'll be in the same classes this year." After the war both professors, Snape and McGonagall, decided to merge both 7th years and the ones who lost their last year due to the war (like the golden trio), to make it a single year. As there weren't many students in those years, they decided to do it to help students with their N.E.W.T s and encourage all of them to finish their studies. They also decided to have a shared role being headmasters until they decided who would be the permanent one (it was easier for them, as they both could still give classes).
"Me too! I'm really happy I will see you guys in classes, more time to hug Harry." She said looking dreamily at her as he did the same. Ron just scoffed at them and continued munching on his sausage.
"I think I'll vomit from the amount of sweetness you two are generating," He said before taking a bite "and we're early because Ginny wouldn't stop being a pain in the arse about how we'll be all together in classes" Ron said with the mouth half-full making Ginny to roll her eyes at him. Hermione couldn't help but feel a little sad hearing that from Ron. It's not like she would like a cheesy, corny relationship, but she too longed, as any girl would, for someone to look at her the way Harry did to Ginny. She just didn't feel the same level of passion when Ron looked at her. Maybe it was more lust? You're just imagining things she thought to herself.
"Ron, you can't say that after on 6th year you spent it snogging with Lav-Lav everywhere," Harry said in defence. Ginny just gave him a nudge on his stomach as a way of saying, shut up.
"Oh, sorry Hermione, I didn't mean to…"
"No Harry its fine, really. I don't care about those things anymore." She said smiling. She meant it. Before the mere thought of it made her cry but now, strangely enough, it didn't bother her anymore. She thought of it as a sign of maturity.
"Ok... and how has your week living with Malfoy been?"
"Yeah, I bet living with the ferret is horrible. You know love, you can change rooms, you just need to tell McGonagall." Ron added.
"No, I don't mind living having the same common room as him, we are relatively close friends. So no need to worry." Hermione smiled. She could see a faint flash of jealousy that passed through Ron's face. She just ignored it.
"I don't exactly trust the ferret love, but if you say he doesn't bite then, I'll trust you. Hey, what's your password then?" Ron said then whispered to her "So I can visit you at any time." He winked. She felt a shiver go down to her spine. Do I really want him to visit? She gave herself an internal slap Yes silly; he IS your boyfriend. You should be glad he said it.
"Hey Harry, Ginny... Ron," She said grabbing their attention "my password is Candy floss, if you ever need anything or there's an emergency, you know where my common room is."
"Candyfloss? That's a pretty funny name for your password" The redhead girl said with a bemused expression.
"Well, we wanted to follow Dumbledore's tradition, and it was the only candy Draco and I loved the same and agreed it had the perfect combination of everything. So we decided to name the password Candyfloss. And before you ask, yes, I do eat candy. Very rarely so, but candy floss is one of the few candies I like." Draco. Hermione cursed herself as she remembered how Ron hated when she used his first name. Se tried to quickly cover it up by changing the topic.
"But that doesn't matter. How's your week been? Have all of you entered the Quidditch team this year?" She felt relief wash over her as Ron's face calmed down a bit.
They continued their meal normally, talking about Quidditch (much to Hermione's dismay), the horror of having exams AGAIN, and their feeling of being "locked up" after almost a year of spending it in the forest all alone. But even after they resumed their lives as normally as they could, Hermione couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her. It didn't bother her at the beginning; she had felt it since last week, a couple of days after school started, but it was a constant feeling she had on the day. She felt like two piercing eyes would bore into her and penetrate her very soul, looking at all her secrets.

Hermione continued her day as regularly as she could and tried to ignore the feeling, but she couldn't avoid those pressing eyes on her. It was becoming more and more constant as the days went by.
She would suddenly turn her head to see if someone was there and.. nothing. Hermione was starting to think that maybe Draco was right. She was going mental. She tried to shrug it off, as it would sometimes subside and go. But in the end, she felt the pressing eyes on her.
At the end of her day, after returning from the library, far later than curfew, she felt those eyes again. She was aware of them when passing through the halls at the castle, and before she could blink, she suddenly turned and saw a shadow submerging in the darkness of the night.
Who was that?
A/N: Thank you for reading!
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