Fanfic: Our Own Path Forward by EmberNebula (Read for Free, 1,332,114 Clicks)

Description: Hermione is fed up with others defining her future. When she sees Draco Malfoy headed into a muggle therapist, she wonders if Draco is struggling with similar feelings. What path might they find forward?

Characters: No Archive Warnings ApplyHermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Hermione Granger/Ron WeasleyHermione Granger Draco Malfoy Ginny Weasley Ron Weasley Harry Potter trans Draco – Character Female Draco – Character Transgender Draco Malfoy – Character Severus Snape Narcissa Black Malfoy Lucius MalfoyTrans Female Character Trans Trans Draco Malfoy Trans Female Draco Malfoy Transgender jkrowlingsucks

Summary: Summary:

Hermione is fed up with others defining her future. When she sees Draco Malfoy headed into a muggle therapist, she wonders if Draco is struggling with similar feelings. What path might they find forward?

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Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

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You could hear the door slam down the street. A few neighbors’ eyes turned to see a brunette angrily storming away from the building. They could hear her grumbling to herself.?

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¡°I don¡¯t believe he is so offended by the idea that I may consider going to do an arithmancy apprenticeship. I already put up with his fit last year when I went back to finish my N.E.W.T.s..¡±

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The anger on her voice was palpable.? She was soon followed out of the door by a young woman with blazing red hair.?

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¡°Hermione, I¡¯m sorry that Ron is being such a prat to you.¡±?

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Hermione turned to face her.

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¡°Ginny, I¡¯m so done with him. I put up with him wanting to join the minor league quidditch. Spending so many nights knowing he was out there surrounded by people fawning over his celebrity and his supposed quidditch skills while I was at home studying.¡±

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Ginny answered back , ¡°I know, he¡¯s not the best at expressing himself. But he does care for you, you know that right?¡±

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Hermione¡¯s face turned nearly as red as Ginny¡¯s hair with anger. ¡°He likes the idea of me, of us being together. Of forever loving his school time sweetheart. He likes the idea of me turning into a wife like your mom. There when he needs me, to support him. But he¡¯s always had trouble supporting my dreams and academics-just benefiting from my smarts when it helps him. And now he¡¯s just doing it again. I don¡¯t see how this will work long term. I¡¯m not putting this apprenticeship on hold for him.¡±

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Tears flowed down her cheeks as Ginny embraced her. She spoke lightly in the embrace, ¡°He may be my brother, but you¡¯re a best friend to me, and I¡¯ll support you in whatever you decide. Even if i¡¯d prefer you to someday be a sister in law.¡±

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Hermione let a slight smile show on her face.

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¡°I need some space Ginny. I¡¯ll be back in later today, but I need to get out of here for awhile.¡±

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Ginny let her go and watched as in a snap of magic she apparated away.

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This was one of her favorite cafes. Just a few blocks away from Charing Cross Road, so nice and near the Leaky Cauldron. Her family had found it the first year before they had headed to Diagon Alley that very first time. For the next few years it had become tradition to stop there before heading off to shop. A brief muggle respite before the wildness of the wizarding world. A few blocks was far enough away that they had never seen any wizards or witches there in the past, and it gave them space to spend time together – just the three of them.

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But it had been a few years. Before her sixth year actually. And she hadn¡¯t been here recently, worried it would remind her that her parents’ memory was still not restored. It would take a few more years of research to undo her spell. But she was working hard on that research. She stood at the entrance, considering that taking a break from Ron would give her the space she needed to figure out the remaining pieces of the spell.

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But despite the pain of missing her parents, there was a comfort to the cafe. She finally pulled open the door, and headed to the counter. After ordering a latte and croissant, she found her way to a table in the corner with a nice view of the street outside. This was just what she needed to calm herself down after the rough morning. She loved studying people just as much as she studied her classes. What sights might she see out the window today?

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Sitting there, slowly sipping at the Latte and finishing her croissant, she could forget the world around for a moment. The pressures, the worries. It had been years since she simply sat and pondered the direction of her life. Exams, saving the wizarding world, protecting her friends, and discerning the path forward for her first major relationship- all these things had piled up over the years and left little to her own choice.

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Looking out the window, she considered her options. Would Ron come around? Would he ever really change? It seems a consistent pattern, not just this time with her apprenticeship. A break was best. Time for herself. She was nearing 20, and a new millenia was fast approaching.? Wouldn¡¯t a new millenia be a perfect time to reinvent herself?

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A pair of glasses on a stranger caught her eyes while looking out the window. Round spectacles. She saw them and was unable to stop staring. She knew it wasn¡¯t Harry, but the glasses caught her brain. Wouldn¡¯t let go.

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And suddenly her breath was drawing deeper. Mind racing. Transported back to Hogwarts in rubble. Those glasses framing Harry¡¯s face as Hagrid carried him across the bridge.?

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A clanging saucer at the table next to hers brought her back to the cafe. Catching her breath. This seemed to be happening more regularly. These memories, triggered by things she couldn¡¯t control.

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But as she caught her breath, these memories intermixed with her fight with Ron. She had spent so many years trying to prove herself in the wizarding world, trying to be the best. Now she had quite literally helped save the entire wizarding world, but? the pressures to fit other¡¯s vision of her still clouded the future.??

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And in that moment, a sense of determination washed over her. Yes. She had to call things off with Ron. Focus on her apprenticeship, and blaze her own path forward.

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Relief. She knew what she would do. What was best. Self confidence. Ron wouldn¡¯t hold her back. Whatever challenges came, she would face them.

But how long had she been sitting here? She looked at the clock hanging on the nearby wall- it had been nearly an hour – she felt bad for taking a table for so long with such a small order. She should order something else, or head somewhere else.

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She went to stand up when something else caught her eyes out the window.

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But this time she was positive it wasn¡¯t just something triggering a memory.

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She knew that blond hair, that lanky build, that gait. But what was he doing in this muggle part of town? And why was Draco Malfoy walking into a building with a sign for a muggle therapist?

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