Chapter 1 : The (thankfully) Only Chapter
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Draco Malfoy took off in a gallop, urging his pure white horse – or was it a unicorn? – to go faster. Even from many miles away, he could sense the anguish of the only girl he ever truly loved. His orbs darkened in worry as he saw Hermione Granger laying on a beach and crying.
“Hermione! Hermione! My lovely Licorice Wand, is everything alright?” Draco flew off his unicorn – he could see it was a unicorn now, with a great, glittering horn – to Hermione’s side.
“I’m crying my eyes out here, of course nothing’s alright!” She snapped, managing to give Draco a watery glare. “And since when do you call me anything nice? I thought I was always Mud-”
“Ssh,” Draco shushed her, putting one of his pale yet somehow sexy fingers to her lips. “Can’t you see? I always loved you, ever since my third year. And all those names I called you,” he paused, his orbs becoming nearly black with despair and sucking Hermione in their seemingly never-ending depths. “They were so you wouldn’t know how I really felt about you; I worried my pure love for you would scare you off.”
“Oh, Drey,” Hermione breathed, all of her tears and the pain Draco had caused her over the years forgotten. “I love you!”
“My Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans babe loves me,” Draco whispered in awe. Tears of joy rolled down his wonderfully sculpted cheekbones and Hermione wiped them away gently. His orbs turned the lightest and clearest of blue.
Hermione gasped. “Drey… your orbs!”
Draco’s brow furrowed in confusion, and his blue orbs got a bit murkier. Hermione gasped again as she finally noticed Draco’s flowy, puffy white shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a well-defined six pack that was wet with some mysterious form of moisture. She wouldn’t have been complaining – a soft sigh escaped her lips at the thought of his chiseled chest – had his pale chest not been sparkling.
Draco followed her line of vision, and he quickly attempted to button up his shirt. Hermione shook her head furiously.
“Oh, my hot little hippogriff… I am so sorry I didn’t tell you. I am part-vampire.” His orbs were now a stormy grey, pleading for Hermione to say something.
“This- this,” Hermione looked at her watch for a moment. “This one minute that we’ve known and loved each other so deeply and you don’t bother telling me you’re part-vampire?!”
Draco ran a hand through his lusciously golden hair. “I’m sorry! Don’t leave,” tears welled up in his orbs at the thought. “I didn’t want to scare you off… My love for you is so raw and deep, my gorgeous little goblin. I have never told anyone I’m part-vampire before.”
“Oh!” Hermione breathed. She forgot everything in that moment – the author’s tears as she wrote something so dreadful, the several plot holes and even Draco’s bare chest – as she gazed deeply into his orbs.
“Can you ever forgive me, my cute Cauldron Cake?”
“Oh, Drey, I wouldn’t care even if you were part house-elf! I’ll always love you!”
Draco’s terribly traumatized, sensitive soul got the better of him as he openly cried tears of joy and relief. His orbs turned a wonderfully clear gray colour. Hermione could not help but stare lovingly into such beautiful orbs, and wonder how she never noticed their constant changing of colour in all the years she had known him.
A full moon appeared in the middle of the beach suddenly, bathing everything in its light. Under the mysterious moonlight, Hermione could count all the colours in Draco’s stunning orbs. She lost count, however, somewhere between the flicks of stormy gray and the ring of gold that surrounded his pupil.
“What colour are your eyes?” She asked, feeling as though her life would be over if she didn’t know.
“Does it matter?” He asked. “I am just so happy you still love me. I don’t know where I would be without you, my delicious dungbomb! Will you marry me?”
“Of course, Drey!” Hermione decided the question of Draco’s orb colour could be left for another day. She pounced on him, kissing him full on the mouth.
A majestic green hill appeared magically, and the still kissing couple rolled off into the sunset.
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