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You Were My World	By : SweetHoney Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 17597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: All characters and invention of the world that is Harry Potter, belongs to J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing it for my creative writing and in no way am profiting from it, only to help me practice my writing.

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“You two!”

Two young house elves stopped what they were doing and went to their master.

“In that room,” their master pointed to the door of the guest room, “there is a woman asleep on the bed. You,” he pointed at the one on the right, “take the woman and place her outside the gates. Guard her, protect her with your life. Do not let yourself be seen by anyone or anything. And you,” he pointed at the one on the left, “inform your master that a guest has arrived.”

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Elizabeth Malfoy was having dinner with her two sons, Brutus and Abraxas, when Kelly, their house elf suddenly appeared. Kelly informed Elizabeth that a woman was outside their gates. Elizabeth suppose it was a tramp begging for handouts and told Kelly to chase her away. Kelly said the woman was unconscious. Elizabeth didn't care. She wanted whoever it was gone. She didn't want the tramp's filth to taint the grounds of her manor, especially when her husband was away. He'll be angry at her when he finds out.

Kelly Disapparited with a pop and Aparated back seconds later, claiming he could no follow her orders. Annoyed, Elizabeth stood up and demanded why. He said the woman was a Malfoy. Brutus and Abraxas glanced at each other and then their mother. She appeared as if she had been hit with a hex. Her face was pale, eyes wide, mouth agape, she fell back onto her chair with a thump.

Elizabeth ordered Kelly to bring the woman to the drawing room. No longer having an appetite, she left the table and marched to the drawing room. She wanted to have a look at the woman's face. Brutus and Abraxas followed close behind. They also wanted to see the mysterious woman.

“Septimus?” Elizabeth gasped when she saw her husband in the drawing room, “You're home early.”

“Kelly informed me we had an unexpected visitor.” Septimus said, not looking up from the ring he was examining between his thumb and index finger.

Elizabeth pressed her lips together, her eyes wondered around the room, searching for their unwanted visitor. There was no one but Septimus.

“Where is she, the woman?” asked Brutus.

“I sent her to the guest room.”

Elizabeth's body went rigid. It was no secret that Septimus had numerous mistresses, so she wasn't too surprise if he had a few bastards hidden somewhere. But for one of them to come to the manor without her permission or knowledge first was disrespectful, unheard of, and insulting. “Why? Why would you do that? And – and without discussing it with me first?” She was the mistress of the manor. These type of matters were her responsibility.

“That is of no concern of yours.” Septimus said, leaving his wife and sons. He went to the guest room. He pushed opened the door and stride to the girl asleep on the bed. He stared at her face, then took a small black book from his pocket and opened it to a certain page. There was a list of names of his father's past mistresses. When Septimus saw the ring on her finger he recognized it immediately. It was a Malfoy family heirloom, one of a kind, which meant the girl may be one of his father's bastards. She might be his sister.

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Draco groaned as he rubbed his stinging eyes. When his vision began to clear, he found a beautiful woman staring down at him. She had long black wavy hair, pale skin, and green eyes. The woman poked him hard on his cheekbone with the end of her long, sharp nail.

“Ouch!” Draco cupped his cheek and glared at the woman. The woman took a step back, allowing him room to stand.

“Why'd you do that for?”

The woman looked at him curiously, then poked him on the other cheek.

“Ouch! Will you stop doing that? And what are those, claws or nails?”

The woman looked him up and down and spoke in a language that sounded similar to Latin yet not. Seeing that he couldn't understand her she snapped her fingers. “What are you?” she asked in English with an accent he couldn't place.

“What am I?” Draco repeated, outraged, “Pissed is what I am!”

“How did you get here?”

“How would I know?”

“Do you know where you are?”

Draco took in his surroundings. They were in an empty room. The floor was a marble of blue and black and walls were blood red. “You should seriously fire your decorator.”

The woman appeared upset by his comment. She walked to the wall, spread her palms on it and rubbed her cheek against it, whispering silent words. Draco rubbed his eyes, he thought he saw the wall moved as if it was pulsing. He turned to the woman and found her gazing at him. There were no emotions her eyes. Absolutely nothing but emptiness. It was chilling. She turned her gaze from his, breaking contact. The woman stepped away from the wall she was adoring to address him, but Draco noticed that she didn't meet his eyes again. He was secretly glad, her gaze was frightening.

“You have known a touch of darkness.” she stated.

“What are you talking about?”

The woman waved her hand dismissively. “We don't have to talk about it.” she crossed her arms. “What you need to know is that I am trapped here.”

“Trapped? What do you mean trapped?”

“My body and soul was separated. My body may be in my world, but my soul is trapped here.” The woman told him.

“How did I get here?”

“While Hermione was being transported through time. You got lost through the current and got thrown into a dimension between worlds. I sensed your presence and fished you out.”

“What?” Draco was confused. Who was this woman, what was she, and how did she know Hermione? And where was Hermione?

“My name is Lacy. I am a Greek goddess. I know about Hermione because I read your mind. I can see visions of your world through you. I know everything about you. Hermione was transported to Malfoy Manor, nineteen thirty-one.”

“Wha – what? I – how -”

“Don't be frighten. I may seem strange, but I am a nice person. You are a wizard, you should be able to accept what I am telling you.”

“Well...I...Yes...Where's Hermione?” Draco asked, after the initial shock the only thing he could think about was Hermione's safety instead of his own dilemma.

“She is in your world still, but during a different time and year. Nineteen thirty-one.”

“What's she doing in nineteen thirty-one?”

“The potions took her there.”

“But Boot is dead.” Draco stated, then something donned on him. “It wasn't Boot wasn't it.”

Lacy nodded. “He was in the wrong place at the wrong time and was used as a scapegoat.”

“If it wasn't Boot than whoever's trying to hurt Hermione is still out there.”

“Don't worry she's safe for now, what we need to focus on is getting you out of here.”

“Yes, I need to find Hermione and bring her back to our time and kill whoever's after her.”

“I will help you find Hermione, but you must help me first.”
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