The Ritual

Everyone this is a fic that was orignally posted on Fanfic.net. An author wrote a one time shot, and me and my friends were completely upset by this because we were completely inlove with it, so I contacted the author and she said I could continue it, so here I am!! (Hopefully I did this right, I clicked alot of things, but that\'s all later in the fic!!)

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New author questions: Does anyone know how to get it into the sub catergory for Harry Potter?? I want it in Hermoine and Draco!!!

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Chapter two: His last shred of rationalization finally slipped from his mind

He graduated, second in his year. She beat him, just barely, as always. When Dumbledore announced this, he fought to keep the smile from his face; the whole hall broke out into a cheer, all except the Slytherins, who booed as expected. Pansy made comments about what a stupid Mudblood she was, and he kept his face emotionless, as always. Inside he cringed as Pansy said cruel words about the one he had grown used to seeing everyday…his hidden love. He shot her a half-hearted smirk, more for show than anything, as she walked towards Dumbledore for congratulations and her certificate.

She returned to her table without incident, as Ron mumbled something quite loudly that sounded like \"Bloody Ferret, glad we won\'t have to see him anymore.\"

The students filed out of the great hall, with promises of staying in touch, and tearful goodbyes. Pansy followed Draco around like a lost puppy dog, chatting happily of the marriage their parents would soon arrange, and of how they would be together for the rest of their lives. Pansy Parkinson has never really been the most interesting person in the world when she was rambling on and on about her life, even more insufferably so when she is speaking about her supposed future with him. Especially when Draco Malfoy was too preoccupied for his own good. A frown creased his forehead at the thought of being stuck with Pansy the pug-faced bitch and not Herm…her. His last shred of rationalization slipped from his mind as Pansy continued to babble. He knew the punishment he would face for falling for a muggle-born.

He couldn’t help but let his murky grey eyes be drawn towards her Keep your eyes on the prize, a Malfoy always gets what he wants he repeated this mantra silently to himself over and over again, \"Draco, are you listening to me?!\" said Pansy as he pushed his way through the crowds. The thoughts of his future with Pansy forcing him on, and just the site of her. Taking long forceful strides that seemed to eat up the earth as he made his way towards the golden trio. Her messy hair fell softly about her face, just begging to be touched. As the hem of her skirt was caught in a stray wind, his speed increased.

He kept his piercing gaze upon her, as he pushed students out of the way. Thinking about when he started to notice how different Hermione really was. Nervously running his fingers through his hair as he gets closer and the memory descends upon him.

Draco Malfoy was one of those boys who are neurotic to a fault. He had his morning rituals and he went through them every morning.

He Awoke at six daily. Showered with his specially ordered bath gels and hair products. Fixes his hair, going through his immense wardrobe picking out the robes that matched his mood for that day. He returns to his dorm just as Zabbin is awake. From there he always heads down to the great hall early for breakfast as always. His reasoning for this is simple, no one can think of Slytherins as lazy late rises for they are always ready and always prepared the qualities that young Malfoy has always seen and prided in himself. As per usual, he entered an almost completely empty Great hall, usually just Malfoy and a few select Rawnclaws are the only ones awake this early. Sending them his morning glare, telling them how unworthy they are to be in his presence, he sits himself down to a light breakfast, allowing his mind to wander.

Then as per usual he heads towards the Library. It’s even more deserted then the Great hall at that hour. He wouldn’t want anyone seeing his little guilty pleasure, his closeted bookwormness. As he turned the corner that day, but instead of the big doors of the library adorning his site, it’s the black Hogwarts robes.

He passed her into the hallway, forcefully moving past her, mumbling mugblood to himself as he passed her to get to the library.

Now he can’t even imagine himself uttering those hurtful and untrue words about her.

This little change to his schedule repeated from then on, and she slowly worked her way into his dreams. Surrounding his very thoughts, he became less and less hurtful towards her and those she called friends, not being able to say things that he knew would hurt her anymore.

Dodging through the crowed, closer and closer to him he became. His heart beat madly in his chest, so loud that he feared that the rest of the school would hear it.

She walked away with her best friends to either side of her, heading towards the train. If Draco was to tell her, it had to be now.

Everyone leaves the castle, a place that to some has become there second or even first home. Everyone separated into there small friend groups as they neared the waiting train. Harry, Ron and Hermione slow down there pace, not willing to yet believe its over; the 7 years went too fast for the 3 of them.

Draco knew that one Hermione boarded the train; he wouldn’t be able to get to her.

As she stepped onto the train his heart broke more then just a little. She disappearing onto the train along with his dream for there future together.

He scoffed to himself as he realized how he easily he let his guard down, and he fell for someone that was so imperfect for him, for how stupid he was.