Starts at the beginning of Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince. If you haven't read the entire series, now's your time to turn back.
This will probably seem very strange. Ummm... yeah. Anyways. Just one thing, I didn't come up with the whole Hermione-And-Draco idea on my own. I got the idea off a
FanFic on FanFictions.com from someone named RealmWeaver. If you want
to check it out, go ahead. Their stories are amazing.
Anyways, this is the Preface. Hope you like it!
My head whipped from side to side. From the girl I loved to the man and woman who raised me.
It was one or the other.
No, I wouldn't choose one. He couldn't make me.
Just choose one...A feeling of bliss overwhelmed me. It would be so simple... so easy... choose your parents, choose Lucious and Narcissa... they'll be so proud... you'll be protected forever...
A tiny voice whispered these things to me in the back of my head. I closed my eyes. It overwhelmed me.
My parents were the obvious choice. I would be glorified for all eternity, as would my parents, and my children, and their children...
Potter and Weasley would be killed. I tried desperately to remind myself of the other life that would be taken, the one I didn't want to be ruined. I couldn't bear to think of her as dead.
Voldemort was awaiting my decision, he waited patiently. Bellatrix and Snape were each holding one of my options. I wished I could talk sense into Snape... but he was far past that point. He stared blankly into space, awaiting Voldemort's orders.
I heard a whimper of pain. My eyes snapped open. Bellatrix had twisted her arm further, waited impatiently. With her eyes, she screamed at me, Do it, boy! Do it now! Do not be a fool!
My mother's voice interfered with my torn decision. Draco, if I know you're happy, if your father and I know you're happy, we'll gladly take death. Choose what you will be able to live with, choose
your first love...
I stared at my mother, and by the look on her face, she could see the turmoil etched across my face. “Please?” she mouthed to me. Snape pulled her arm back further behind her back for the spoken word. She sobbed quietly.
I exhaled deeply. I raised my wand.
“I'm sorry.” I whispered. I closed my eyes.
Tell me how it is!