True Love's Mask


So this is my first attempt at a Dramione story. And here it is…

"And they lived happily ever after... and well the end." Hermione smiled at Ron. A few seconds passed before Hermione spoke again, "What did you think?"

"What did I think?" Ron asked before nearly doubling over in laughter. "That was maddening!" Food came flying out of his mouth as he held onto the table to keep from falling off of his chair. Harry stared at him with a disgusted look.

"You," Hermione snapped, slamming the book she was reading from closed. "Have no consideration for... for... people in love!" Ron finally took in a breath and looked at her.

"Hermione, it's just a stupid story." Harry nudged Ron with his elbow, knowing that wasn't the best thing to say.

"Cinderella is romantic, and it gives people hope, and shows how men should treat woman. It's a fantastic muggle-read, Ron."

"Yeah, okay, whatever Hermione." Hermione stood up and grabbed her book from the table.

"I'll be seeing you later at the festival, Harry." With that, Hermione made her way out of the Great Hall.

"Nice going," Harry said, turning to Ron.

"Why'd she always gotta be so dramatic?" Ron aggressively took a bite of the apple he was eating.

"Come on," Harry stood up from his seat. "We really should be getting ready anyways."

"This is just stupid," Ron finally stood up but not before grabbing a cookie and jamming it into his mouth. "Whydowehavetogotothisthing?"

"Ron, I can't understand what your saying with food in your mouth." Ron swallowed hard and tried again,

"Why do we have to go, it's stupid." They headed out of the Great Hall.

"That's your word of the day, you know?" Ron shrugged. "Well I think it's neat."

"Neat? How can this possibly even be considered neat?"

"It's a fun way to learn about witches and wizards back in the day and how they managed to get by and what they did to get their magic." They climbed the steps to their common room. "Learning from our ancestors!" Harry smiled.

"But the masks?" Ron pressed. "Your not even going to wear one!"

"Glasses," Harry shrugged. Everyone was told to meat in the Great Hall at 5:00 pm. They were going to learn about the old wizarding ways and dress up like how they used too. It would be the period around the Salem Witch Trials. Hermione had informed them that in these festivities a mask would be most appropriate along with a cloak.

"It's a fantastic muggle-read," Ron scoffed. "As if."

"What's happening between you two?" Harry looked over at Ron. "You guys were really hitting it off… if you know what I mean."

"I thought so too." Ron admitted. "But as soon as we got back to school things started to… well… we began to drift."

Hermione peered down at Harry and Ron as they sat at their table. "Why don't you have your mask on?" She said. Hermione felt her own mask with her hand. She moved it up onto her forehead and raised an eyebrow. "Ron?"

"You're not my mum, Hermione." He sneered, grabbing it from his pocket and putting it over his head and settling it onto his face. Hermione rolled her eyes and sat down across from Harry, Ron, and Ginny and next to Neville.

"Great costume, Hermione." Hermione smiled at Harry. She wore a dull pink peasant skirt and a white-sleeved top that had strings lacing through the front. Over it she wore a dirt green old-fashioned cut off sleeve top. She had on a brown cloak and her hair was pulled back into a braid.

"Thanks Harry," She slipped her mask back on over her face.

The September leaves began to fall off the trees. The air was pinching with coldness as the wind whipped the leaves around. Hermione pulled her cloak tighter around her. She had wandered off from the group, wanting to explore more of the festival. Harry and Ron had stopped to listen about the hangings of witches back then. Hermione knew all about that. It was a topic muggles brought up occasionally. Hermione also knew that a lot of the things that happened in Salem were also just rumors. Not bothering to hear anymore from one of the Professors talking about it, she slipped out from the group of people that gathered around the ropes that hung from the trees and proceeded to look around at other things.

She definitely felt that she was back in that time period. They had all different kind of things there. She picked up a doll that was made of hay and turned it around in her hands, examining it. She placed it back down and looked up into the sky as her fellow classmates rode around on their broomsticks.

"Come and see the first initial of your true love's name! With a simple apple and water!" Luna Lovegood said softly, in her light voice. Luna had caught her attention and she looked at her. Luna had on a light pink dress on, with a white top underneath for sleeves; her hair was in a bun. She also carried a bag on her shoulder. Hermione peered over at her. Luna spotted at her and waved her over. "Come and see," Luna didn't recognize her with her mask. Hermione slowly made her way over to her.

"You volunteered for this?" Hermione asked; peeking into the bucket filled with water. Luna nodded and smiled.

"I like your costume, Hermione." So much for that... Hermione thought, though Luna always had away with knowing things people did not normally know.

"How does this work?" Luna picked up a green apple and peeled some of the skin off. "Does it really show you your true love? An apple peel?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Please," A man scoffed from behind her. Hermione glanced over her shoulder at the person. He wore a black mask that only covered his eyes; he also had on a black cloak, which he had the hood up. She couldn't make out the color of his hair as the hood covered it.

"With everything you've seen in the magic world a simple apple peel, surprises you?" Luna asked. "And not a wand that looks like a tree twig that can cast magic?"

"Fine, then prove it." The man stepped up next to Hermione. His voice sounded familiar to her.

"Here," Luna handed the peel over to Hermione.

"What do I do with it?" She took it from Luna.

"First, you have to fill your heart with only thoughts of love, then, close your eyes and blow on the apple peel. Drop it into the water and the first initial of your true love's name with be revealed." Hermione did as she was told; closing her eyes she blew on the peel and dropped it into the bucket.

"How will an apple know this?" The man spat.

"Apples are the fruit of knowledge," Hermione stated, matter-of-factly. The man rolled his eyes.

"D it is."

"What?" Hermione ask as she looked at Luna then into the bucket. "The name of your true love in fact begins with a D." Luna smiled at Hermione.

"A D?" Hermione stared at the green peel as it in fact had formed the shape of a D. She felt the guy next to her also look into the bucket then shift uncomfortably. Hermione looked back up at Luna. "I don't even know who could be a possible true love of mine that's name starts with a D..." Luna just continued to smile at her.

"Hmm covering up a secret love affair with Dumbledore?" Hermione faced the man all the way and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well he seems to be on the mind with somebody..." Hermione shot back. The man looked her up and down.

"Who are you to insult me?" He shot back. Hermione raised an eyebrow. That tone in his voice, she for sure knew that tone. He was taller than her by a bit but she stood up straight staring him in the eye. He pulled out his wand from being tucked in the side of his pants. Seeing this Hermione reached down and pulled out her wand from her boots. Before her mind could make a connection to the boy in front of her or before they could threaten each other anymore Luna spoke up,

"I'll be going now," She grabbed the bucket. "Nice seeing you." She said to know one in particular and began to walk away. "See the first initial of your true love's name!" She said as she vanished into the crowd. Hermione turned back to the man in front of her.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"Depends whose asking," He sneered. Hermione took a step back from him.

"Look I don't want to fight, okay?" He stared at her. "You don't have to tell me your name, it's fine. I'll just be going then." She began to back up; afraid he might do something if she turns around. "Whoa!" The next thing she knew she was falling backwards before the man grabbed her hand. He pulled her up. They both looked down at the ground and stared at the apple that Luna had dropped from after peeling it.

"You must've tripped over that." He said.

"Right," She looked at him and smiled. They both stared at each other before they began cracking up.

"What's even so funny?" The man asked, trying to catch his breath.

"I don't know," Hermione smirked at him. Their eyes both traveled down to their hands, which were still intertwined. Then both of them made their way up into each other's eyes and stared into them. Neither of them could deny the warm feeling that was created their only moments after he grabbed her hand. It was a simple touch, but it had never happened so quickly before with her in the hands of a stranger. Quickly realizing what they were doing they both pulled their hands back

"Sorry," He mumbled, looking down nervously.

"Don't be, I could've killed myself... or seriously injured myself over that apple if you didn't grab my hand." She joked. The man smiled at her. He has a nice smile, she thought.

"No problem," Hermione breathed heavily. "So do you think it's true?"


"The apple true love thing..."

"I don't doubt magic, even if it is different then how it is now." Hermione said.

"Seems so, hey sorry about that comment I made with Dumbledore."

"It's okay... it was actually pretty funny."

"Alright, well I didn't mean to offend you." Hermione smiled at him.

"You didn't."

"Hey listen, would you want to go grab a drink sometime?" He asked shyly.

"Well, maybe we should know each others names first." Hermione grinned at him.

"Right, I'm-"

"Come quick!" Neville Longbottom ran up to Hermione, grabbing her by the wrist. He began pulling her away from the man.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked nervously. She looked back to the mysterious masked man and slipped her wand back into her boot as she got pulled away from him. "I'm sorry, but I have to go! What's your name?" She shouted over the crowd. He said his name but she couldn't hear him. She gave him a look, which said she didn't catch that. She watched him form his name on his lips again but couldn't make it out. He began waving his arms around. Before she could do anything else or figure out what he was doing she was pulled into a crowd of people, the masked man disappearing from her view.

The man sighed and looked down at the grass as he saw how the masked girl had attempted to slip her wand into her boot but it missed and hit the floor. He hadn't noticed till that twat Longbottom so rudely pulled her away in the crowd. He walked over to the wand and picked it up. He examined it before he slipped both of the wands into the side of his pants. Well, he thought. Now I have a reason to see her again. He watched as a group of people formed a circle not too far from him.

"It's Potter, he's fainted!" McGonagall said to Madam Pomfrey as they blew past him and made their way into the circle or at least attempted to. Trying to move people aside so they could get in. The man rolled his eyes.

"Potter, always trying to get attention," He scoffed. He turned away from the crowd and walked over to the apple that lay about on the grass. He kicked it in the direction of the crowded circle. The apple rolled down the small hill and made it's way through the assortment of people right to Harry's feet as it gently nudged him. Hermione stared down at it and picked it up. She flipped it over in her hand as she saw that it was the same apple that told her the first initial of her true love's name. She was able to fit it into the loose pocket of her peasant skirt. She refocused her attention to Harry. She was kneeling on the ground by his waist.

"Harry, you okay?" Ron asked, kneeling next to Hermione.

"Yeah, I think so." Harry rubbed his head.

"What was that?" Ron asked, looking at Hermione.

"What was what?"

"You put in your pocket." Hermione moved her mask up onto her forehead.


"Alright everyone stand back!" McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey squeezed their way into the crowd that formed around Harry. "Harry, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," He sat up on his elbows. "Really." McGonagall looked a bit worried.

"Maybe you should..." She motioned Madam Pomfrey to take Harry.

"No, no, really," Harry saw this motion and began climbing to his feet. "I'm fine." Hermione and Ron exchanged a look before they both stood up too. "Just got a bit dizzy." McGonagall stared a bit longer at Harry before finally giving up.

"Alright, everybody go about your business!" She shooed people off. "Please be careful next time, Mr. Potter." She motioned Pomfrey to follow her.

"Yes, Professor," Harry said. He looked over at Ron and Hermione who both gave him worried looks. "What?"

"Alright," Hermione grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled him over to a less crowded area. Ron followed behind them. "What really happened?"

"Really nothing, my scar started to hurt and I just got dizzy." He shrugged. "That's all."

"That doesn't sound good." Hermione bit her lower lip.

"No, I'm fine, really."

"Are you sure, mate?" Ron asked. Harry nodded.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine." Hermione sighed,

"Fine," she looked over at Ron. "Where's your mask?" He felt the top of his head.

"I had it on a minute ago..." Hermione rolled her eyes and slipped her own mask back over her face.

"Come on, let's go enjoy the time we have left." Hermione led the group back into the festival; her hand gently touching her pocket to make sure the apple was still there, as her eyes searched for the masked man, who seemed to have vanished.

So I usually have a problem with taking too long to finish a story but the good news is this one is already done and I am attempting to write my second story. I will just update a new chapter not too far apart so I won't make you guys wait if you did like it. Also this story contains five chapters so it isn't too long. Anyways reviews are much appreciated especially at my first attempt of a Draco/Hermione story.