Dramione Snippets

'I don't have one.'

Above is just a random meme I found

( Story takes place in 8th year repeat as draco asks hermione to learn in private how to do a patronus)

𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖. "𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗, 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘."

 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘'𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. "𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝," 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 

 "𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝?" 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜. 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘'𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚊 𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎. "𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚊 𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?" 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢. "𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢. 𝙸𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔, 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘. 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎."

 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜. "𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎," 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢. "𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎." 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛, 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. "𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝... 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍." 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚢, 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙. "𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎, 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐." 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝—𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢. "𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢." 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜—𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕.