Hiiii! :D So, well, here's a Dramione story! This will be kinda dark; so if that's not your cup of tea, just don't read! All right, you've been warned! :D

Please note I'm German and that English is my second language, so… there will probably be some minor mistakes. Still, I hope you like it!

Enjoy your reading!

The Blood Letter

Prologue

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Happiness? Love?

HA!

Those words weren't words Draco was familiarized with. He was an expert with words like blood status, muggle, magic, hate, darkness, sorrow, loneliness, bitterness, anger, and danger…

…And also Granger.

Granger, Granger, Granger!

Yes, Granger seemed to be everywhere lately. Everywhere at Hogwarts, everywhere in Hogsmeade and everywhere on his mind! He could not stop thinking about her, Hermione Granger.

…That beautiful Muggleborn witch named Hermione Granger!

There really was something about that name, wasn't there? There was something… Hermione… Her-mi-o-ne Gran-ger… Hermione Granger. Granger Hermione.

GODS, GRANGER!

Draco Malfoy knew it: He was obsessed. He was completely obsessed with her. With her perfect curvy body. With her beautiful facial features. With her coffee brown eyes. With her curly brown hair. He was obsessed with Hermione Granger.

He didn't know how, when or why, all he knew was that he suddenly felt the need to have her, to possess her. He wanted to keep her as his most precious treasure; he wanted her to belong to him and to him only.

She was his.

Just… There were some nuisances in his way and they had names: Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. Both of them had always been way close to his Hermione. Maybe they had even been way too close: Both of these guys had the actual nerve to hug her, or sometimes even kiss her on her cheek.

And he didn't like that, because Hermione Granger was his.

The blonde was aware of the fact that nobody knew about his crush. And it wasn't as if he wanted anyone to know – But he would make sure they learned to not touch what wasn't theirs. And of course, he'd do it without anybody noticing. After all, he was the Dark Lord's heir, and such Dark Lord was teaching him how to control his dark magic.

He knew he had always been one of the best wizards at Hogwarts, but he really had to admit he was improving his skills a lot more ever since he started to train with him: Wandless magic had become much easier and potions were now a children's game to him. He just had to keep practicing so he could become more powerful than Voldemort was, so that, when the Dark Lord was unaware, he could just stab him from behind.

Yes, Draco wanted to betray his trust, in a certain way. His reasons were simple: Lord Voldemort had marked him with that ugly Dark Mark. He had promised he wouldn't harm anyone if he let him mark his forearm and still… That bastard had had the nerve to kill his mother in front of his eyes as he had ordered his father to reduce his mother into ashes. Ever since, his fear for him had been developing into a very powerful hate. Just, he didn't let him notice: Draco had learned to cover his feelings with a neutral mask, so every time the Dark Lord trained him he could contain himself from attempting to kill him and fail at it. So, for now, he took all the profit he could from everything the Dark Lord was teaching him, while he let his hate grow within him. He knew he would kill him one day. But he wanted to do so when that day had come. And he could sense it… The day was near. Very near.

But during the time he waited, he decided he would be rather busy with the Golden Trio. He would be busy with getting Hermione Granger, his Princess, to himself.

And he knew for sure he was going to get her.

Because, what a Malfoy wants, a Malfoy gets.

Everything he needed now was a plan. A plan and loads of patience, because he knew Hermione Granger was stubborn and her friends were very persistent.

Especially Harry Potter. The 'Boy-Who-Just-Wouldn't-Fucking-Die'. There were no words at all to describe how he despised him: Even though he wasn't a pureblooded wizard and even though he wasn't as good as Draco was in magical skills, Harry Potter had always been the favorite one. Harry Potter this, Harry Potter that, Harry Potter here, Harry Potter there.

Weasley really didn't bother him that much. He was just a foolish idiot that also dared touch what wasn't his, but Draco easily could get rid of him: Since the Weasleys lived from the little amounts of money Lucius Malfoy gave them every month, Draco could just talk to his father and tell him to stop. Like this, the Weasleys would not make it with only Arthur's income, so they would have to find some other things to focus on for their own survival. And that included the redheaded idiot to focus on something else than Hermione.

So no. Ronald Weasley didn't bother Draco Malfoy as much as Harry Potter did.

As he had already thought, Potter just was everywhere. Here, there, now and then.

Gosh!

What about Draco Malfoy? Was he really destined to be Harry Potter's shadow? Even though he was a better wizard? Even though he was a pureblood? Even though he was in the highest wizard's society all around England? In comparison to him, Harry Potter was nothing! Absolutely nothing! And he would prove it to him, even if that meant he had to take some drastic measures, like, for example…

Murder.

Yes, he had been considering murder for a long time: If he killed him, Draco would no longer be his shadow. And that would make a lot of things much easier for him: It would be easier to spy on Dumbledore; it would be easier to fulfill his mission to kill him. And of course, it would be so much easier to get Granger…

And once he got her, ah…!

Once he got her he would know what happiness was. And maybe, just maybe, love, too.

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SO! Here you go, a Prologue! :D Don't worry, my next chapters will be longer, promise! I'm just giving you an easy start ;)

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