Fanfic: Wandless by merrymalfoy (Read for Free, 1,332,114 Clicks)

Description: “Where is she?”

Characters: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive WarningsHermione Granger/Draco MalfoyHermione Granger Draco Malfoy Draco Malfoy’s Owl Harry Potter Voldemort (Harry Potter) Ginny Weasley Blaise Zabini Theodore Nott Ron Weasley Narcissa Black Malfoy Lucius Malfoy Fred Weasley George Weasley Molly Weasley Arthur Weasley Bill Weasley Fleur Delacour Dobby (Harry Potter)

Summary: Summary:

“Where is she?”
“Look, Draco. There’s no need for that. Hermione is here, yes, but you don’t need to see her right now. She’s been through a lot…”
Draco let out a scoff. How dare Bill think he could keep Draco from seeing Hermione? Draco tried to calm his nerves, but there was no use.
“You don’t think I know that? Forget it happened at my house, did you? The Manor that I grew up in, LIVE in. I saw every second, and I know how much it hurt, trust me, because I’ve been on the receiving end of Bellatrix’s torture. You are doing no good with letting Hermione waste away wherever you are keeping her in this god forsaken cottage! Now let me see her.”
When Hermione Granger loses her desire to perform magic, or even hold a wand, Draco Malfoy is determined to help her. From hating each other to being more than best friends, can Draco help restore the Golden Girl to who he came to love all those years ago?
(starts after GOB and follows through DH)

Notes: Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.),Notes:

hello! i finally am moving this fic from wattpad to ao3. i am currently updating about the first ten chapters, so those might be a little rough. this is technically my first fic even though At the Ballet and Sick Day have already been posted, so please bear with me. the story takes a while to get going but i just wanted to supply plenty of background and character/plot development. hope you enjoy xx

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

As Hermione sat waiting for the final challenge of the Triwizard Tournament to conclude, she could not shake the eerie feeling that had crawled over her. Her mind was reeling a mile a minute as they pulled a visibly distraught Fleur Delacour from the maze, covered in scratches and dirt from the shrubs.?

At this point, she did not care who won. She just wanted Harry out of that maze and back in her sight, safe. Ron was prattling about the amazing feast they would surely have after the champion was announced, but that feast would never come¡­

A whooshing sound filled the air. The sound of a port key. The students rose from their seats, standing on the level in front of them to get a better look. The sound of the Gryffindor section erupting into cheers was drowned out as the band played the Hogwarts March. There laid Harry, holding the Triwizard Cup. Hermione jumped up, covering her mouth as tears streamed down her face. Harry had done it; he had won.?

The tears quickly turned from happy ones to distraught ones as Harry rolled over, curling into a ball and screaming in agony. Revealed to his side was Cedric, not moving an inch. Hermione watched as Professor Moody scooped up Harry, practically dragging him away from the arena. The music and cheers slowly came to a halt as students began to realize what was wrong.?

Cedric Diggory was dead. The war was here.

Students were dropping back to their seats, whispering and holding each other as they gazed upon Cedric¡¯s body. Hermione¡¯s heart was in her stomach, and she felt like she could be sick at any moment. Any questions that Ginny or Ron were directing at her glossed over her as she stared before her.

Shaking her head, she grabbed Ron¡¯s head, determined to find Harry. Find Harry, make sure he is safe, and get to the bottom of this. First, they had to get out of the mass of hysteric students. Ginny stepped down out of the bleachers, clearing a small path for them to leave. Hermione squeezed her hand on the way by, smiling softly through the tears that still leaked from her eyes.?

¡°Hermione, just wait. We should stay¡­¡±

¡°We have to find Harry.¡±

¡°He¡¯s with Mad-Eye! He¡¯ll be fine. Just stop for a second.¡±

She dropped his hand, coming to a stop on the trail.?

¡°Do you not understand what just happened? Harry comes back with the cup and a dead Cedric Diggory. What do you think Mad-Eye is doing with Harry right now? He¡¯s an Auror! He¡¯s probably interrogating Harry to no end as we speak. Now, either you come with me or you go back to the stands. Make your choice, but I choose Harry.¡±

With that, she swiftly turned back around and resumed her journey up to the castle. Hermione heard Ron following behind her, and she immediately felt guilty for snapping at him. After weeks of helping Harry with tasks on top of her very busy school schedule, she was at her wits end. The tournament was meant to be a fun experience for the schools, but all it seemed to have brought was heartache and turmoil.

As she and Ron finally made it up to the castle, she braced herself for what was to come. Not just in the next few moments but in the next few years. Life as she knew it was changing, and she knew it.?

Draco watched as Hermione and Weasley ran out of the arena, presumably to find Potter. He sat back in his seat, running his hand through his hair. The professors were working on getting Cedric¡¯s father away from his son¡¯s body so it could be moved out of view from the students.?

Blaise and Theo sank down beside him, sharing nervous glances.

¡°Does this mean that¡­¡±

¡°Don¡¯t start, Blaise.¡±

¡°Draco, mate¡­ You know he didn¡¯t mean it like that.¡±

¡°Is there really any other way to mean it?¡±

Draco knew. Theo knew too with his father being who he was. The Dark Lord was back. It all clicked in Draco¡¯s mind as he thought back to Christmas break. The Manor was dark, darker than normal. It felt cold and like all life was being sucked out of it. There was no annual Christmas Gala like there had been for every year of Draco¡¯s life.?

His father was paler, skinnier, and easily frightened. Draco routinely saw him in full robes but not the ones he normally wore. These robes were black but almost glowed a dark green hue. His mother was extremely reserved, barely leaving her quarters. It all made sense now.?

¡°Sod it all.¡±

Draco jumped up from his seat, squeezing through the other Slytherins. As he made his way out of the arena, he heard Theo and Blaise calling after him, but he made no effort to turn back. He knew there was only one person who could help him now.

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