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Through the eyes of blind love	By : Mixilip1 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3130 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Hi, this is my first Harry Potter story and I tried to put in the category it is meant to be a love triangle (not a threesome) but the system wouldn't let me, so I stuck with the HET male/female only. Sorry for any grammar mistakes, and I hope you all enjoy this and please leave a review if you did so that I can post the next chapters :)
September 1, 1998
She's always had long, bushy, brown hair. Over the years, she'd learned to tame, and transform it from those puffy locks into beautiful silky curls. Those hazel ringlets with a tint of gold swayed through the thin air as if it wanted to grasp eternally the sweet smell of her perfume; a combination of lavender, vanilla, pumpkin juice, and hiding in the sweet aroma, was a touch of parchment and books. Just the way she's always been.
She had thick, mysterious, natural, and somewhat soft, dark brown eyebrows. They didn't need any plucking or colouring; they were perfect. And they stood just above her eyes.
Eyes in which it was pretty easy to get lost within. Her almond-shaped eyes, which held so much emotion, told stories many people wouldn't dare to see. Her dark-brown orbs shone when the light hit them, making them even brighter.
Her small, refined and somehow perky nose stood out perfectly in between her cheekbones, spread with light freckles and with a rosy glow that had a color furthermore prominent when she blushed.
Tracing down her cheekbones were her lips. Her lips were soft, pink, and although they were small, they formed a small heart shape on her upper lip. The strawberry colour on her lips always stood out from her oval face, as they didn't need any artificial colour to be beautiful. They looked more tempting by the minute and even more with the habit she picked over the last few years, biting her lower lip every now and then. Those lips that traced that famous smile of hers. Her smile. Those who had seen her real, big, beautific smile could describe the feeling of happiness and fascination. The smile of hers that beamed and made her face look more lovely with every time she did it. A smile she reserved, showing it only to a handful of people.
Then there was the makeup. She didn't need any makeup or anything of the sort. Her fair skin matched perfectly with the rosy glow of her cheeks and the strawberry lips she naturally wore. Most girls envied her for that. Being blessed with a clean complexion, and with natural colour was something most girls didn't have. But she did. Although, it was true that with some amount of makeup her features would stand out more, without it she was dazzling. Sometimes she would wear a soft cherry lipstick barely noticeable that made her lips even juicer; it was hard to contain oneself from kissing every bit of those lips.
Her appearance had always been tiny and gentle, she didn't eat so much it was true, but she was as healthy as any young bird could be. All the angles and curves fell into the right places. She never wore revealing clothes or anything close to it, but when she did wear a blouse with a little cleavage or a mid-high skirt, she unintentionally teased with the amount of skin and imagination she was leaving revealed. Her long, creamy legs and thin arms were excellent in proportion with the rest of her body as well as her mind, so purely brilliant harmonized with all of her.
Not that she knew any of this nor she would see herself like that.
For her, it had always been the same look; plain and boring. Her curls, although tamed, weren't as stunning or looked as bright as the hair of some of her classmates. She never wore any makeup not because she hated it or didn't need use for it, but it just didn't belong with her personality. She also didn't believe she had perfect skin, far from it. The remainder of her being simple and mundane would appear when she would sometimes catch a glimpse of the faces with pure, perfect skins that appeared in "Witch Weekly" her best friend would sometimes carry around. The reminder that told her how "perfect" skin should look. Taking away what the magazine said, she'd never felt like the most lovely flower of the bunch or even beautiful. She was just plain ordinary. She couldn't picture herself as perfect as the witches in the magazines.
But Draco did.
"Hermione! What are you doing with the git? I thought that you were going to share your head girl compartment with me!" An infuriated Ron Weasley cried out as he entered the head students compartment looking rather suspiciously at a certain Draco Malfoy.
"Ron, for the last time, he's not a git! He's been my friend for almost four years. Besides, the head compartments are to be shared by the Head boy and girl. It was expected for us to be here."
"Hermione love, he's the enemy don't you see?" Love. Ugh. Hermione's favorite word coming out from Ron's lips wasn't exactly love. She just didn't feel comfortable with him using that word to refer to her. But Draco, seeing her discomfort, smirked. Bloody bastard Draco thought. After the war, it didn't last two weeks for everyone to know that two of the Golden Trio had become a couple. Draco just winced at the thought. She was just too much for him; he was everything he hoped him to be. An idiot. He just couldn't see what she saw in him. Looks? Hardly a reason. Even though the youngest Weasel could be described at some extent attractive -Draco couldn't help but gag at the words Ron and attractive in the same sentence- his looks weren't his best trait by far. Money? Even my aunt Andromeda, who was disowned, has more than twice the amount of money the Weasley family could ever dream of having. Intelligence? Draco had to chuckle at his last thought. Intelligence and Ron Weasley didn't get along in the least.
"Ronald Weasley you take that back! The war is over, and that means no enemies! Besides, it was all just an awful misunderstanding!" Hermione said snapping Draco out of his thoughts, her flushed face marking the meaning of her words.
Even though Ron was her boyfriend, she wasn't going to let anyone disrespect her friends. She had become rather close with Malfoy in 4th grade. After her fight with Ron in the Yule Ball, Malfoy had taken sympathy for her and regretted the things about nobody going with her, also taking in mind (and cursing himself for that), how stunning she looked with her periwinkle dress. They began a truce between them, and it was during their 5th year when they were both prefects that they got along really well (both having traits in common). Although Ron was a big obstacle in their relationship, they both managed until the war, where their relationship was strained with Draco being "one of them". Hermione felt betrayed and stopped talking to him until after he cleared things out when the war ended. He told her he was under the Imperio Curse when he became a Death Eater and told her too that on the night of Dumbledore's death, it wasn't him but another Death Eater under the effects of Polyjuice potion. They resumed their friendship as if nothing happened and tried to catch on lost months, but of course, her being with Ron made things way more awkward.
"Its fine Granger, Weasley can stay. I'll check in with the prefects and then see if Blaise has space in his compartment."
"Thank you, Draco." She said quietly, looking at neither of them.

Hermione felt like the most fortunate girl in the entire world; she finally had her own chambers, the war was over, her closest friends live to tell it, and she was with Ron. Ron… Hermione just couldn't shake the slight feeling of uneasiness that came over her when thinking about her relationship. It wasn't exactly what she'd hoped it'd be. Ron was sweet and affectionate towards her, yes, but besides the lack of conversational topics she'd have liked to share with him, something was missing. She just shrugged it off.
She was walking down the Great Hall when she found Miss Trelawney wandering just outside in the corridor. Walking a bit quicker, Hermione tried to pass in front of her without being noticed. After everything she's lived, talking with her former Divination teacher wasn't in her top priorities.
"Oh, Miss Granger how fortunate seeing you here! I thought after the war all of you lot wouldn't return to Hogwarts." Bugger. How did she even recognise me? Well, maybe if it weren't for the war and Harry, nobody would. She thought to herself rolling her eyes.
"Oh, Miss Trelawney! It's nice to see you here too," Hermione lied with a fake smile, "Are you still going to teach in Hogwarts?" She hoped not.
"Oh my dear, well, I won't be staying here long, but maybe a term I will," She said adjusting her large glasses to look at Hermione better. "I hear you've found yourself a boyfriend?" For Merlin's sake, how nosy is this woman! News travels fast, Hermione thought, Doesn't she remember how I used to completely despise her subject?.. and her?
"I... As a matter of fact yes I am. I'm with Ron Weasley." She said hesitating, finally deciding it wouldn't do harm to tell Trelawney a bit about her personal life. She's still a professor after all. She gave her a small, but polite close-mouthed smile, and moved a bit forward trying to end the conversation as soon as possible. Having to bear her classmates harass her with details about her relationship with Ron was enough for her to also endure the meddling of a teacher she didn't even like.
"Ronald? Are you sure my dear? But it wasn't he who I saw in my vision." She responded, grabbing Hermione by the arm, and went still.
"Uhm… excuse me?" She asked with a frown, tilting her head to the right. "Daniel was it? I…"
"Not again.." Whispered Hermione. She just wasn't very sure why she was always the subject of prediction with this teacher. The fact that all "predictions" the daft woman had about her always ended with her utmost miserable future was one of the reasons she didn't believe in Divination. She made a face as her former professor tightened her grip on Hermione's arm and took a trance-like appearance. What on Earth is happening? Hermione thought half alarmed, for she had never experienced a seer having a real vision.
"Thou who won't see yet the true eyes of love, who is blinded by false infatuation. Thou shall see soon... Your destiny is not to be with your current relationship of untrue emotions. Your true destiny lies at the side of a dear devoted friend. Thou must take away your blindfold and see." Miss Trelawney ended and seemed to have regained control over herself, letting go of Hermione.
"Oh sorry dear, was I babbling around again?" She asked as if nothing had happened.
"You certainly said my love for Ron wasn't authentic," Hermione scoffed with an offended tone, taking a step back from her. She could've sworn she smelled sherry when the teacher grabbed her, and she remembered why she didn't like talking with this teacher. She was a drunk nutter.
"I'm so sorry if I have disappointed you, Miss..." "-Granger. My name is Hermione Granger." Hermione said exasperated with the short-term memory the woman displayed. She wasn't even sure if all of this wasn't a complete waste of her time. "But my predictions never lie, dear, was it Daniel Malroy? I really can't remember the name I saw, but I'm quite sure it had those initials, he was also certainly blonde. Oh well, there I go again. I must probably be leaving now for I have class. See you another time!" She said and left as quickly as she had intercepted Hermione.
Hermione was left dumbstruck. She just couldn't believe that after her struggle in war, a seer just told her the love of her life wasn't true love. Bother! She didn't believe it. Didn't the end of a war means peace?
She continued her way to the Great Hall mumbling to herself until she stomped with someone.
"Oh sorry."
"Well, you should be Granger, these shoes weren't cheap you know." Smirking above her was Draco Malfoy. Hermione looked up at him, blinking slowly and just stood there looking at him rather curiously until realisation hit her like a bludger. Blonde Draco Malfoy… Draco Malfoy...Draco Mal… D…M… blonde...!
"Oh, Dear Merlin!" Hermione was already halfway towards her chamber when she heard the exclamations of the confused blonde yelling after her.
"Hermione wait!"
This can't be.
A/N: This and the next chapter are kind of short but the following ones are long. This is still a WIP but I have so far 150k approx in 22 chapters already, so if you liked it please tell me so I can post more :) Hope you liked it
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