pictured: in a world where the war had never touched them, blood status had never differentiated them…Draco Malfoy all but fell in love with one Hermione Granger
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✨𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙙✨
▷I finished reading Manacled for the first time last weekend…and it was a lot to process!! lol I definitely understand why it’s one of the top Dramione fanfics—the writing and character arcs are incredible.
▷I had so many thoughts while reading—sad, mad, annoyed, exhausted, etc and if a story can stick with you long after you’ve finished it then it’s a great story
▷One thing that I was fascinated with was the runes mentioned/used. They had a Norse/Scandi origin and when I researched further I found another rune that wasn’t mentioned but I thought represented Draco—Tiwaz.
▷This post is my dedication to the runes…
*noted-my headcanon has Hermione mixed/black, sorry not sorry!
@senlinyu
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What if?
When she was very young Hermione had met a boy.
He was pale, and his hair so blonde it looked white, and at their young age he already had a small scowl.
She hadn't thought much about him at first, not until he began to monopolize on her one and only friends time, because at that age Hermione had already begun having trouble making friends.
So, she became somewhat possessive of that friend, in the end she became better friends with the small blonde boy. The best of friends.
He really was the only person who talked to her. Though, she wasn't quite aware of it.
After that year of friendship, the boy had disappeared and for years she wondered about the boy with hair so blonde it was white, the boy who despite his small scowl never seemed to scowl in her presence.
When she got her letter to Hogwarts she had even wondered if he had gotten one. If he did, would he remember her? Did he think of her as much as she thought about him?
Growing up Hermione still struggled with making friends, and she never felt as though she had met anyone who she liked as much as she had liked him, no one as close the two of them had became.
What she hadn't expected was to actually see him that first day. He was taller, not taller than her yet, and he had begun to slick back his hair and his scowl had grown.
He hardly looked anything like the boy she remembered but she knew it was him.
His blue eyes snapped to hers, and she saw the recognition flicker in his eyes and it was like a reel of memories flashed before her eyes. Of their families dining together, having each other over.
She smiled at him, but his face remained indifferent. His eyes glazed over and it no longer seemed like he recognized her, it was like he was looking at a stranger.
For someone so smart Hermione Granger could never quite grasp how to make and keep friends. Though, with Draco she thought she had perfected it, and all her other friendships were her grasping on the one she had with him.
Admittedly it had not only been friendly feelings she had for the boy. Her feelings for him, her first real friend, had branched into something more. Something she never quite got over.
And even as the years went on, as he continued to ignore her and their history, she thought about him and what could have been. If she had been more out going and confronted him. If she hadn't befriended Ron and Harry, would Draco have eventually warmed up?
She would never know, she would only ever be haunted by what might have been. Forced to play the 'what if' game every day before bed and every time she saw him in the halls or read of him in the papers.
So this is my first Dramione fic. Probs my last.
It's heavily based on my life and a friendship I had...
So if this makes no sense just keep scroling<3
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