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Hermione Granger and the wishing stone	By : fatedsoul Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 33389 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the characters or the world and I am making no money off this story. I just think it's fun to Play with poor little Draco and Hermione. ^^

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9.

The costume shop was filled with customers all eager to find the perfect Halloween disguise among the rows and rows of theater quality costumes. There was something almost surreal about moving through such a large crowd of muggles with Draco Malfoy at her side. Even stranger to Hermione was that she no longer needed to remind herself that the blond was not the pure blood prick she had grown up with.

"This place is wonderful!" Luna exclaimed as she pulled a cerulean blue fairy costume from it's rack. "Wouldn't it be neat if Fairies really did look like this?"

Hermione smiled at the other girl. "You should try it on."

"Not until we find costumes for you and Dracy to try on too." Luna insisted as she returned her gaze to the rows of costumes.

Hermione wandered the rows of women's costumes, slightly amused and embarrassed by the fact that most of them had the word sexy or naughty in the description.

Draco snickered beside her, drawing her attention to the costume he had just removed from the rack. "You could go as a witch." He offered with another snicker of amusement.

Hermione felt her cheeks flush as she looked at the costume which was nothing more then a tight black dress that cut low at the collar, and high at hem. "I don't think that's appropriate." She managed in a slightly choked tone.

Draco smiled at her, his grey eyes dancing with mirth. "You're right. It's not a very good costume for you. You're already a sexy witch." He mused as he hung the dress back on the hook he had retrieved it from.

Hermione was sure she'd gone so red that her face glowed with the intensity of it. His remark was something she had come to expect out of Harry or Neville, but Draco had never complimented her in such a blatant way. Clearing her throat she turned her gaze to the costumes beside her. "I think I should go with something less revealing. This is a school function after all, and as Head Girl it would be inappropriate for me to go in anything made with less then a yard of fabric."

"So I guess that rules out the Naughty School girl uniform and the sexy devil." Draco stated.

"I think I need to stay away from anything with the word naughty in the description. I don't want to give Potter any ideas."

"You could go as a nun." He offered dryly.

Luna appeared around a rack filled with strange and silly hats. An undersized red top hat perched on her head, its black and white checkered hatband holding an overly large queen of hearts playing card. "Draco! You have to come here and see what I found." She stated, grabbing the other blond by the elbow and leading him back around the rack and out of Hermione's sight.

Smiling softly to herself Hermione returned to browsing the brightly colored costumes, hoping to find something she wouldn't be too embarrassed to wear.

Moving away from the naughty costumes she found a rack filled with movie based attire and mused for a brief moment of going to the social dressed as Padmé Amidala. Not because the dress was particularly stunning, but because magic was a fanciful thing, and the Star Wars series was usually categorized as Science Fiction. Shaking her head at the idea she went back to browsing, pausing again when she came across the skin tight faux leather one piece suit that had become a trade mark of Catwoman. It was beyond naughty, dispite how much skin it actually covered.

Movement out of the corner of her eye caused Hermione to spin on her heals, her right hand delving into her pocket to palm her wand. Standing next to her was a boy her age, with short spiked brown hair, espresso eyes, and square features. "You'd look good as Catwoman." He stated smuggly.

She felt a blush dust her cheeks. "Thanks."

"So me and a couple of my mates are going to grab a bite. You should come with us." He stated.

"No thank you."

"Ah, come on. I promise it will be fun." He pressed, smirking devilishly at her.

"She said she didn't want to go." The dark rumbling timber of an angry blond cut through Hermione's own refusal.

The darker haired boy turned his attention to Draco and she could tell they were sizing each other up. "No one asked you mate, so I suggest you shove off."

"I suggest you leave her alone before I'm forced to put you in your place." Draco stated darkly as he closed in on the two.

"What's it to you anyway?"

"She's my girlfriend. That's what it is to me."

Hermione watched as the dark haired boy raised an eyebrow before looking between Draco and herself. "My mistake." He stated finally, before wondering off toward a small grouping of boys.

Draco let his shoulders sag slightly as he finished crossing to her. "Does there have to be a Potter everywhere we go?"

"Thanks for the rescue." She whispered, her cheeks dusting pink as she once again caught the intense fire that seemed to burn in his eyes every time he looked at her.

"'Mione, I know you're still having trouble remembering things; but..."

"Rescue? That's it Dracy! I know what you should go as for the social!" Luna exclaimed, cutting off what ever Draco had intended to say.

Hermione wanted to throttle the little blond at that moment, or hug her, she couldn't decide. The intensity of his gaze had thrilled and terrified her. The carnal part of her brain instantly created images of his lips on hers, his hard muscled form pressed firmly against her softer one. The logical part of her knew that she wasn't ready for what ever Draco wanted to tell her.

Draco chuckled softly and ran his fingers through his hair, causing a few of the delicate platinum locks to fall free of their tie. "And what's that Luna?"

"A Knight. Cause you're always playing the knight in shining armor for Hermione and I." Luna stated matter-of-factly.

His chuckle turned into a full out laugh, "A knight? I think that's going a little far Luna."

“I agree with her. You really are our own personal knight.” Hermione urged.

“I’m a Slytherin ‘Mione, we aren’t the knightly types.” He countered. “That’s more up Potter’s ally.”

She looked from the blond to the row of movie costumes she had been inspecting, her gaze falling to the cat woman costume once again. “A dark knight then. My own personal dark knight.”

She could feel his gaze on her but couldn’t bring herself to meet it, instead keeping her eyes trained on the costumes.

“For the rest of my life.” The blond whispered before clearing his throat. “Luna found the perfect costume for you as well.”

She pretended not to hear him. The increasing frequency of his sweet and cheesy one liners was causing butterflies to stir in her stomach and desire to pool in her center. “And what have you two decided to dress me as then?”

The little blond smiles as she pulled a long white crushed velvet and lace dress from behind her back. hanging off the hanger behind the dress was a set of large white wings made with actual feathers and a hair piece made to look like a halo. “An angel. We could charm the wings and spell a better halo.”

The curly haired girl raised a single brow. “And here I was expecting a librarian or a school teacher. Maybe a nun.”

“Try it on.” Luna urged as she thrust the costume into Hermione’s chest.”I bet it looks really good on you.”

Giving a small defeated shrug Hermione took the costume and headed to one of the few open changing rooms that lined the back of the store.

Standing in front of the full length mirror that made up the far wall of the small dressing stall Hermione paused to take a long look at herself. It seemed like all she did any more was stare at her own reflection in an attempt to ascertain the reason others looked at her with such affection, such desire. Before the wish she was nothing more then a book worm muggle who hung at the robe hem of the boy who lived. No one saw her for anything else. Not even Harry and Ron.

Pulling the pink shirt up over her head she sighed before slipping the shoulders of the dress from its hanger. Would Ron have ever suggested she dress as an angel? Did Ron or Harry ever see her as being angelic? One single event had changed the lives of everyone around her, an event she hadn’t meant to change, a wish she had desperately wanted to take back.

The soft white fabric slipped over her exposed flesh, pooling around her feet, in trainers the dress was a few inches too long, which would mean it was the perfect length for a pair of heals, which Hermione wasn’t usually the type to wear. But it was a special occasion. Forcing her mind from her feet she once again allowed her reflection to draw her eyes. The dress was snow white, making her pale skin look cream in comparison, it’s neck line was square, falling against the swell of her breasts in a way that was sexy but still tasteful, the fabric hugging her curves in its soft embrace.

A small smile touched the corner of her mouth as she pulled the dress back over her head. It was beautiful and made her feel beautiful, but Draco would have to wait until the night of the fall social to see it. Putting back on her shirt she hung the dress back on its hanger before draping it over her arm and exiting the dressing room.

Draco and Luna stood beside a stand filled with famous people mask, each with their own costumes draped over their arms.

Cinnamon met steel and she felt the butterflies try and stir to life in her stomach. It was the storm of desire and affection that rolled through his irises that continually brought a blush to her cheeks. No one, not Viktor, and not Ron, had ever looked at her with the kind of pure open longing that the blond Slytherin did.

Smiling she turned her gaze to Luna, hoping to escape the need to find herself in his arms. “I think this will work really well Luna. Thank you for finding it.”

The blond Ravenclaw smiled at her, the glazed not all there look that many mistook for dimness taking over her features. “I had a feeling it would be just right. I think when Draco sees it he will also agree.”

Moving to the counter without another word, Hermione couldn’t help but wonder what the little blond was up to, she’d been steering them all morning long. Choosing their costumes, insisting that they go run some secret errand that only she knew about. Luna was making all the calls and calling all the shots, something that almost seemed out of character, but Hermione knew better. The blond had a strange way of viewing the world, which gave her insight that no one else had. She had an end goal, and what ever it was Hermione was sure the Ravenclaw wouldn’t stop pushing until she got the results she was looking for.

As Hermione set her costume on the counter and turned her gaze to the clerk, a woman who looked to be in her twenties wearing a bubble gum pink pixy cut wig, giant bat shaped sunglasses and a t-shirt that read “Zombies Need ♥ 2”, she felt Draco’s presence beside her.

“Is this all together?” The clerk asked in a chipper tone.

Before Hermione could answer that she would be paying separately the blond beside her nodded and pulled a silver money clip with a dragon engraved into the metal from his pocket.

Turning her gaze to Luna the other blond gave her a warm smile before mouthing the words: “He does this all the time.”

Snagging the bag from the clerk he turned his gaze back to the two woman and smiled. “What’s the use of having buckets of old money if you can’t spend it on the people you care about? Since it’s still early do you want to run your mystery errand before we have lunch Luna?”

Luna gave a small nod and slipped her arm through Hermione’s, “You two are going to be so surprised.”

Hermione wasn’t sure she could deal with many more surprises, but she allowed the blond to lead her from the store and back toward the Leaky Cauldron. Any lingering tendrils of doubt that she had about Draco, any remaining beliefs that he was still the same little ferret deep down inside were fading like mist in the morning light. Time after time he proved to her that he was a truly and honestly good man, that everything snide, conceited, and down right evil about him, was all the upbringing by his father. A father who had never had a chance to force him into becoming something so shallow and uncaring.

Diagon Alley was crowded with wizards and witches enjoying their weekend shopping or eating at one of the many cafes that dotted the long cobble stone street.

The blond did not pause or slow her stride until they had reached a store near the end of the alley that lacked the brightly decorated windows showing of their wares that the others boasted. Instead it had an ornately painted sign that read Pandora’s Designs.

"We're going to get Tattoos!" Luna exclaimed finally turning to look at the other two

"Tattoos? Luna why would we want to get tattoos?" Draco asked, his left eyebrow twitching.

"Because it's the perfect idea. We'll all get matching magical tattoos."

"You mean the kind that move and draw attention to themselves? I don't think the Professors are going to like it much if the two Heads go out and get Tattoos." Hermione interjected, thoughts of the dark mark slithering to the surface.

"And color. I read about magical tattoos that could call people or give locations and all kinds of other things. So I thought it would be a great way to keep you from worrying."

"You want us to get tattoos that call for one another?" Hermione questioned, she’d seen the Death Eaters react to their marks when Voldamort to call on them, and seen them summon him in turn.

Luna shook her head. "I want to get tattoos that will change color if one of us is in trouble, and then allow the others to find them. So if I was in trouble your tattoos would change to the color of my tattoo and would move to point out the direction where I was. Like a compass. This way we would never have to worry about each other for no reason."

"That's actually not a bad idea." Draco admitted.

"No skulls or snakes, okay." Hermione adds.

"Why would we want to get tattoos of Skulls or snakes? I mean maybe Draco would want a snake, you know for house pride and what not. But I was thinking Dragons. I can get a blue one and you can get a Red one and Draco could get a green one." Luna stated, her normally dulcet tone becoming giddy.

"House colors." Draco chuckled.

"See, it's a good idea."

Hermione smiled. "You're right Luna, it's a very good idea." Unlike the coins they couldn't be misplaced or left behind somewhere. And the knowledge that she and Luna were alright would no doubt help lessen the amount of over reacting Draco seemed to do every time she was out on her own.

The blond smiled and pushed the door to the store open, disappearing into its depths before Hermione or Draco had the chance to follow her.

“I suppose if anyone asks we can claim it as a last ditch effort at teenage rebellion.” Draco offered with a chuckle, opening the door and stepping to the side to allow Hermione to walk in first.

“Or we can just tell people the truth. We did it to keep tabs on Luna.” She offered with a laugh as she made her way through the opened portal.

He chuckled and followed her in the door swinging softly closed behind them.

The tattoo parlor looked nothing like Hermione expected. She knew that wizarding tattoos were nothing like muggle ones. The design was done with a wand instead of a tattoo gun. The color coming from magic rather then ink sunk into the skin by dozens of needles. Yet she still expected to see wizards from the fringe of society covered in moving art glaring at her the moment she walked in.

Instead she was confronted with a single large room, lanterns floating from the ceiling, the windowless walls covered in brightly colored designs, some moving some changing colors and some looking like they could jump from the walls at any moment they looked so real.

Luna stood next to a wizard wearing well kept light blue robes, his light brown hair graying slightly. Hermione had not heard the exchange between the two of them but the man nodded in understanding before drawing his wand out of his sleeve.

“Do you see a dragon you like?” He asked, the question was directed at all three of them as he waved his wand toward a portion of the far wall that was covered with dragons.

A small hum rumbled through Hermione as she crossed to look at the wall, there were a least a dozen dragons, some designed to look like actual dragons and others that were more then likely taken out of muggle fantasy.

“I like this one.” Luna stated, pointing to a Hebridean Black that lay curled up sleeping. “Can you make it so that if one of us is in trouble he wakes up and points the way?”

“Of course.” The Tattoo artist responded with a single nod of his head. “Where would you like it?”

The three looked at each other.

“The upper arm?” Hermione offered.

“Too hard to see where it’s pointing.” Draco stated before offering his own suggestion. “What about the chest?”

“We’d have to take our robes off to see it.”

“Good point.”

“The back of the hand?”

“To easily seen by everyone.” Draco countered again, neither of them had noticed that Luna hand returned to the artist to have her tattoo done.

“Hmm... valid point. Last thing we want is for someone to make a big deal of the head boy and girl having almost identical tattoos.”

“On the inside of our left wrists.” Luna stated over her shoulder as she pulled up her sleeve and held her arm out to the artist.

Once again thoughts of the dark mark slithered into her mind and she was barely able to repress the shudder. “Luna I’m not sure that’s...” But as Hermione turned to face the blond she realized it was to late. Just like the costumes, Luna had made the choice for them.

“That’s not a bad idea at all. It can be covered by our robes but easily uncovered if it needs to be, easy to see, and we’re all right handed so we can keep our wands at the ready and the tattoo will still be useful.”

They were valid points, every last one of them. The only thing she had against the placement of the tattoos was that they reminded her of the dark mark, which in the world she had created, had never existed.

She’d always believed that a magical tattoo was as simple as a muttered spell, that just like almost everything else in the wizarding world it could be completed in a matter of moments. So when the artist began what appeared to be a very complicated strand of spells she couldn’t help the interest it peaked in her. The first spells didn’t seem to do anything at all, but as Hermione watched a sleeping dragon with scales of iridescent midnight seemed to slowly fade into existence.

After he was finished with Luna’s tattoo he held his hand out for Hermione’s hand, which she rather gleefully gave to him. “So how long did you have to study to become a magic tattoo artist?” She blurted before realizing that he couldn’t answer her and cast the spells needed to create the dragon.

“A year after graduating Hogwarts passing Charms N.E.W.T.s” The man stated before he once again began to weave the spells that were needed to create the magical tattoo.

The words he chanted for her differed slightly from the ones he had used with Luna, and at one point it even seemed as if the man had added a completely different incantation into the tattoo but before Hermione could ask she felt a warm tingling against her pulse and watched in amazement as the small sleeping dragon faded into her skin. Its scales a deep iridescent crimson.

Stepping away from the older wizard she continued to watch the dragon on her wrist, like all other magical pictures it was alive, its body moving ever so slightly as it breathed. She was so entranced by the sight that she hadn’t realized Draco had moved to take her place until she heard the Tattoo artist begin his spell work. Turning her gaze from her wrist to the blond she instantly caught his eyes.

He was watching her intently again, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. She wasn’t sure what he found so amusing but she planned on asking him as much once they had left the shop.

A half an hour after they had entered the plain store front they were once again back out in Diagon Alley, each marked in a way that connected them to the others.

“So, now that that’s done,” Draco offered as he pulled his jacket back on, “shall we go back into London for lunch before heading back to school?”

Hermione smiles and gave a single nod. She couldn’t help but feel strangely content despite the fact that she had lost everything she had ever known. Draco and Luna wanted her opinions on things other then how best to beat a dark lord. They didn’t roll their eyes at her or treat her like she was annoying but useful. In the two months she had been in the world she had created she had never once felt unwanted. The feelings she felt when she was with Draco were how she had longed to feel around Ron. The friendship she had with the two blonds were all she ever really wanted during her time at Hogwarts. Her heart still ached at the loss of her closest childhood friends, every time she saw Harry and Ron she wanted to burst into tears and then hex them to the ground. Not because what they said or did where that hurtful. The Malfoy she had grown up with had hurled insults a thousand times worse then anything Ron could come up with, but because those self important, snide comments were coming from two of the kindest people she had ever known. She couldn’t give up hope that the Harry and Ron she had known were still there somewhere, but she was done pining over the little pieces of good she had had in the world that had been.

She didn’t care about the wishing stone any longer, Dombledore had said that there was no way to fix what she had done, and maybe the world didn’t need to be changed back. In a single wish she had saved hundreds of lives. Given Harry and Neville the childhood they’d deserved, taken away the harmful destructive influence of a pureblood bigot allowing Draco to grow into a smart, caring man. Though she still wanted to know why he rarely ever cast anything more advanced then the spells they had learned in second year. Because of her wish Hagrid and Lupin were happily teaching at Hogwarts as respected and loved professors, and Serius Black had been able to find love, get married and have a child. Harry had been right, a single wish had made everything better. She had lost him and Ron both because of it. But the friendship of two boys that may one day be rekindled was not worth more then the lives and happiness of so many others, including herself. Because Hermione was no longer able to delude herself. She was happy.
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