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1912 Present meet Past UNDER CONSTRUCTION	By : Luckycharms Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: SOME OF THE EVENTS PORTRAYED ARE BASED OFF OF REAL FACTS AND PEOPLE. I do NOT own any Harry Potter characters.That right goes to the AMAZING J.K. Rowling. I do own some of the made up people and places you will encounter.

Chapter List
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@lettucePrey- Thank you for the corrections! I went back and fixed them including changing tv to telly. :)
@saxman66- Yes, I love writting redemption Draco. He is a very misunderstood character and I wanted to give him the credit he deserves. This story gives him room to grow unlike the original Harry Potter book ending. The books never really told us what he could have done to redeem himself with his past enemies. It gives him a chance show his good side. As for Ginny and Ron, haha, I had to definitly throw some sibling shade in there. That is excally how I feel JKR would have protrayed them in the books if that scene ever took place. :)

Chapter 30- Aftermath
Sunday, April 8^th, 2001 10:52am
Draco sat on the loveseat next to Hermione in the office of Betty Braithwaite; the same woman who interviewed Rita Skeeter about her book on Dumbledore many years ago. She sat in an armchair across from them looking rather excited as the makeup team put the finishing touches on the couple. Draco swatted a few hands away, as he felt they were doing too much, and leaned back on the couch; placing his right arm on the back behind Hermione.
Harry had joined them to make sure everything went smoothly while Ginny took care of the rest of the boys at home. Draco and Hermione slowed down on their drinking early in the night but the rest of the group went hard. Ginny basically had to play mother to Blaise, Theo, and Ron once the trio left the house that morning.
A photographer barged into the room looking out of breath and the whole room full of people looked at him as he made his way towards the couple.
“Sorry A’m late.” He began in a heavy Scottish accent. “Ye’ knew there’s a mass of people in the lobby? Ben down there all morn. Ah had to worm me ways through, Ah did, to make it up ‘ere.”
“That is quite alright, Kalum,” Betty stated calmly. “No worries to be had. We still have some time.” She gestured her hand to Draco and Hermione.” If you would like to begin. I think the lovely couple is ready.”
Draco sat up as the photographer walked in front of them. He crouched down and brought his camera to his face.
“If ye’ could move in a wee bit closer, ay. There we go. Now holds still.”
Draco and Hermione gave a wonderful smile as the man’s camera flashed into their eyes. Draco had to blink a few times to get rid of the dots floating around the room before the man spoke again.
“Alright lass, if ye’ could give ‘em a peck on the cheek now.”
Hermione did as she was told and leaned into Draco to place a tender kiss on his cheek as he smiled, slightly looking at her.
“That is true barry. Lass one now. Ifs ye’ could, keek at each other and give us a pog?”
“What?” Draco asked confused by what the man said.
“Keek at each other and gives us a pog.” He repeated.
“I am still not understanding.”
“He wants us to look at each other and kiss.” Hermione interjected. “Oliver Wood is Scottish and used to talk like that. Took us awhile to understand him at first, but he got better and changed some of his words so we could all understand.” She giggled.
“Oh, okay.” Draco replied before turning himself to face Hermione and placed a soft and supple kiss upon her lips.
“Barry, Barry! Right then. Yer all done. Thank ye.”
Draco leaned into Hermione to whisper once he faced forward again as the photographer stood up and made his way to stand behind Betty.
“What the hell is a barry?” he asked.
She let out a soft chuckle as she leaned back over.
“It means fantastic or brilliant.”
“Ah, okay…weird.” He shook his head.
“Alright ladies and gentlemen!” Betty called out. “It is time to begin.”
Draco sat up straight as Hermione placed her hands on her lap.
‘She looks just a proper as she used to sitting at dinner on the Titanic. He had to admit, without the blasted sinking, he had come to miss those days. He almost…almost wanted to go back.’
“Now Mr. Draco Malfoy,” Betty began “As a former Death Eater and pureblood royalty; can you tell us how you came to the decision to marry Ms. Hermione Granger, a muggle-born, instead of a pureblood such as Astoria Greengrass?”
“Easy, I don’t know anything about Ms. Greengrass. I want to marry for love and I have known Hermione basically all of my life.”
“But our sources tell us that you two hated each other while attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. How is it that you two have come to fall in love?”
“Well, Betty, I think I always had feelings for Hermione. It was just hard for me to express them as a child, so I did what a lot of children do. I picked on her and I teased her-”
“Tormented is what I have heard.” Betty interrupted with a slight chuckle.
Draco smiled and shook his head.
“Yes, I guess tormented would be a better word for it. I grew up in a family with prejudices. I wasn’t allowed to like someone of Hermione’s stature. It wasn’t until after the war that my beliefs changed and I no longer cared what anyone thought. We reacquainted a few months ago and I got to know her for her. I fell in love. It did however, take her a little longer to trust me but after that it was smooth sailing.” He winked at Hermione so she would reference the pun.
“And how does your family take the news of you two being together? I can’t imagine they were happy about it.”
“My parents had changed so much after the war. My mother actually accepted Hermione right away. It took a little more for my father to come around but he has also accepted her and they are both happy she is joining the family.”
“I see, that is very good news. Now Ms. Granger, as one of the Golden Trio, how have your friends taken the news? Mr. Harry Potter has already informed us that he has accepted the former Death Eater; how have the Weasley’s taken the news, and also your own parents? Do they accept the man who was once on the dark side as a future son-in-law?”
“Well,” Hermione pipped up. “Ron has finally come to terms with our relationship and supports us. Ginny has as well. We have not told the rest of the family yet but I assume they will be just as welcoming. As for my parents; I haven’t told them yet. They don’t really know much about Draco and I haven’t introduced them yet. I plan to soon but I already know they will love him.”
“Good news indeed. Now I have heard some awful tales about you two. Do you both mind clarifying that neither of you have been drugged with a love potion or Imperiused?”
“We have not. Harry here can verify that information and vouch that we have not been put under any potions or spells. He tested us the night of the ball and we have been cleared. The minister as well can verify that information.” Hermione replied kindly.
“Thank you for clearing that up. We have also received news, that a Ms. Pansy Parkinson has revealed to several reporters, in public, that you two are faking this relationship to boost each other’s statuses. That you, Mr. Malfoy are using Ms. Granger to redeem the Malfoy name after the crimes you and your family have committed during the reign of Lord Voldemort; and that you Ms. Granger are simply trying to use the Malfoy fortune to live a higher class lifestyle. Is any of what Ms. Parkinson said true?”
Draco’s face fell as he realized Pansy had already began her revenge. Luckily for him she wasn’t considered the brightest when it came to trying to pull one over on him. He was smarter than her when it came to lying and scheming. He already knew her plan would backfire the moment he found out what she was up to.
“Ms. Braithwaite, Ms. Parkinson has had a thing for me since we were eleven years old. I have tried to push her away many times and my two best friends Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott can confirm that. In fact I am sure the whole school that attended with us could confirm that information. I had tried to rid myself of her for a while but she would not take no for an answer. Her tale of us ‘faking” our relationship is a lie. She is trying to pit everyone against us because I chose Hermione over her. She is deeply troubled and I do wish she will get the help she so desperately needs. I am not marrying Hermione to raise the Malfoy name. I am marrying her because I love everything about her, even if my name means nothing anymore.”
“And I am not marrying Draco because of his money. Anyone who knows me knows that I do not care about money. Even if I did, both of my parents are dentist and make plenty of money. I would not need the Malfoy fortune to live a luxurious lifestyle. I chose to live a simple life because that is just who I am.”
“Off the record.” Betty raised a hand to stop the quick quill from writing. “It seems Ms. Parkinson has tried to lead others astray. I do apologize for the question and I want you both to know that this article will be released this evening in, Evening Prophet, as we now call it. I hope that this interview will clear this mess up for you.”
“Thank you.” the couple said in unison. “We really appreciate that Ms. Braithwaite.” Hermione finished.
Betty gave the couple a warm smile before continuing.
“Alright back to the task at hand.” she waved her hand again and the quill began to move. “Thank you for clearing that up for us. Now we do have one more important question before we wrap things up. Our sources have told us about what happened at the ball but we want to hear from you Mr. Malfoy. However did you come up with those simply beautiful words for that huge shock of a proposal? You had managed to silence a whole room, creating tears throughout. I bet all the women at the event are feeling jealous at the sweet sentiment. You most likely have all of England’s lovely ladies cursing their significant other’s to do the same.” She chuckled. “What advice would you give to the men out there to help them along?” Betty smiled widely.
Draco let out a small laugh as he pondered the question.
“I was not prepared for a question like that.” He chuckled again. “However, if I am to give advice to any man out there it would be to just speak from the heart. All I had to do what look at the love of my life,” He turned to look at Hermione who was smiling up at him. “and I knew right then what I wanted to say.” The camera flashed but Draco continued to look into Hermione’s caramel eyes as he finished answering the question. “I once heard someone say ‘If you love someone, you tell them. Even if you’re scared that it’s not the right thing. Even if you are scared it will cause problems. Even if you are scared it will burn your life to the ground. You say it. You say it loud and you go from there.’ I am no longer afraid to tell the world that I am in love with Hermione Granger. She did that for me. She saved me. In every way a person can be saved. ”
He felt Hermione squeeze his hand in hers as she smiled at him. She leaned in placing a loving kiss on his lips as a tear rolled down her porcelain cheek. Another flash went off and once the kiss was broken, he turned back to the reporter who was trying her best to cover up the tears that had formed in her eyes. Even Harry was wiping his eyes under his glasses with his hand.
“Well,” Betty sniffed as she wiped her face with a tissue the photographer handed her. “That was probably the most endearing thing I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Thank you both so much for coming today and for choosing The Daily Prophet to interview you. I assure you that you will not be disappointed when you read the article tonight.” She waved her hand and the quill stopped moving. “I must say, if anyone doubts your love after this, then they are all fools.”
Betty rose from her seat and walked over to the couple. They too stood and shook her outstretched hand.
“I am so grateful that you granted me this interview. I wish you both the best and I promise you we are going to print the story exactly how you told it. Rita Skeeter is no longer employed by the Prophet and I will see to it that this story is not altered in anyway. Thank you both, so much. It has been a pleasure meeting you. I do hope to do this again sometime.”
“The pleasure is all ours Ms. Braithwaite.” Hermione responded pleasantly.
“Please dear, call me Betty.” She smiled widely.
“Well Betty, we will see how this story turns out but I have a feeling we will be seeing you soon. Perhaps, you will cover the day of our wedding.” Hermione continued.
“Oh Ms. Granger!” she placed a hand on her chest. “That would be a dream come true! Thank you! I will do you both proud with this article.”
With that she took a step back as Harry stepped forward to usher the couple out of the room.
“That went well.” Harry exclaimed as they walked down the hall to the back exit. “I guess now you just have to use that same charm Malfoy on the Greengrass’s.”
“Malfoy again, now is it?” Draco joked.
“I found calling you Draco is just too weird. It doesn’t flow off the tongue well.”
“Agreed, I think I will always call you Potter. Just know, once I make Granger and Malfoy, you are going to have to come up with a new name.”
“Ferret was always my favorite if I do say so myself.” Harry joked.
“Ha-ha, just stick with Malfoy then.”
“Whatever you say…soft hands.”
Draco rolled his eyes as he realized he wasn’t going to win the battle. He took Hermione’s hand in his and continued to follow his ex-enemy.
X
Sunday, April 8^th, 2001 12:35pm
Hermione stood a few feet in front the iron gates leading to Malfoy Manor. She stared up at the giant mansion and realized that the home had changed somewhat in appearance, but it still looked terrifying to her. Harry had apparated home to check on the guys, after walking them out of the Daily Prophet’s back exit. He had promised to come straight to the Manor afterwards once he helped Ginny tidy up, but Hermione told him to just stay home and she would tell him all about it when they got back. She now wished she hadn’t; she needed her best friend to help her through this. She was hesitant to enter and had every right to be. The last time she was ever at the Manor was when she was tortured by Bellatrix.
Draco had walked a few paces in front of Hermione as he made his way to gates. It wasn’t long before he finally realized she wasn’t behind him anymore.
“Hey?” he began as he walked back to her. “You okay?”
She didn’t look away from massive house, nor did she answer him. She felt him gently touch her shoulders as he moved to stand in front of her; his height blocking her view, pulled her from the trance she was in.
“What?” she asked confused as she shook her head.
“Are you okay? We don’t have to go in if you don’t want to. I can ask the Greengrass’s to reschedule.”
“What, no don’t do that. They are already angry about the ball, we shouldn’t make them reschedule because I can’t get over a past experience.” She looked around him to look at the Manor again.
“Hermione, you have every right to be nervous.” He claimed as he moved to block her view again. “I don’t blame you for being afraid to go in there. We have some time so we can wait until you are ready.”
“Just go in without me. I’ll be there soon. I promi-”
“No. I’m not leaving you out here alone.” He expressed a little angry.
“Draco, I’ll be fine. Just go in…please.” She pleaded.
He looked at her for a moment before walking away from her and made his way to the gate. Once he got to it, he turned around and sat down.
“What are you doing? Get up.” She stated in annoyance.
“No, I told you I am not leaving you.” he responded as he stretched out his legs and leaned back on his hands.
“Ugh, You are insufferable you know that?” she yelled in frustration; stomping her foot on the ground.
“Look Granger, we both know you won’t actually go inside by yourself. If you are that uncomfortable we don’t have to do this. We can meet the Greengrass’s at their house or something. I am sure they will understand.”
“We aren’t rescheduling!...ugh, okay” She let out a deep breath and wiggled her arms to shake off the fear. “Take my hand and don’t let go, okay?” she looked down on him with serious eyes.
Draco stood up and walked over to her. He gently took her hand in his and squeezed it tight for a moment.
“I won’t let anything happen to you, okay? If it becomes too much, tell me and we will leave right away. I don’t care if its mid-conversation.” He said softly.
She nodded her head and he kissed her on the forehead. He began to take a few steps forward but kept his eyes on her; almost as if making sure she was coming. She took a few steps towards the gate so he continued walking at a slow pace. He never let go of her hand as she nervously made her way to the through the gate and down the path.
Once they reached the front door she stopped.
“Are you okay? We can always turn around now.” Draco asked worryingly.
“I’m okay. I just need a second.” She replied while looking at the large, arched, wooden and steel, door.
She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.
“This is a lot harder than I thought it would be.” She expressed still not looking away from the door.
“Just take your time Hermione. There is no rush.”
She took in another breath before nodding her head to let him know that she was ready to continue. Draco placed a hand on the door and whispered something; she could only assume was a password. The door let off an ominous creaking noise as it slowly opened revealing a large, all white, foyer. Hermione stood in awe with her mouth gaped open as she stared at the room from the doorway. Without even thinking, she took a step in and looked around the huge room. The foyer had tall ceilings, at least sixteen feet high, with two grand staircases curved on each side of the room leading up to a second floor.
She had never had time to actually look at the entry way when she was dragged involuntarily through the place during the war, but what she did remember, was nothing like what she was looking at now.
“This…this is so different…it’s beautiful in here.” She exclaimed as she looked up at the details of the ceiling.
She saw Draco leaned against the door frame and cross his arms.
“My mother redecorated after the war. She didn’t want the Manor to look dull and grey anymore; reminding her of all the bad that has ever happened here. She wanted it to feel like a home again; so she spent a year remodeling and redecorating while my father was in Azkaban serving his time…by the way, I never actually thanked you and Potter for vouching for me and my mother. We are both very grateful for both of your testimonies. If it wasn’t for you two, my mother and I would have seen the inside of the dreadful prison; so, thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank us Draco.” She began still looking around the foyer “I am sure you would have done the same for one of us.”
“You maybe, but not Potter.” He replied with a half-smile.
“I very much doubt that. You gave Harry your wand, remember? I knew then that you were beginning to change. I still didn’t like you very much, but I knew there was good in you somewhere. If there was a time back then that we would have been on trial, I am sure you would have testified for both of us.” She smiled at him over her shoulder before continuing to walk around the room.
“You always were a good judge of character.” he smirked “We should get going though. My mother is probably in the study with father waiting for our guests to arrive. They are going to floo to the fireplace there.”
“Okay.” She replied feeling a little more confident.
They began to walk through the archway between the two staircases and down a long hall. They made a few turns and Hermione already felt like she was lost. After about five minutes of walking they turned a corner and ran face first into Narcissa.
“Merlin’s beard Draco!” Narcissa stated as she expelled gasped while holding a hand to her chest. “You scared the daylights out of me. I was just coming to look for you two. Our guests should be arriving shortly.”
“Sorry mother. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiled at her “We fell a little behind after the interview.” He lied.
“No worries, we still have some time before the Greengrass’s arrive.” She turned her head slightly to look at Hermione. “Ms. Granger dear, it is lovely to see you. I hope the interview went well.”
“It did Mrs. Malfoy thank you for asking. It will be printed in the evening issue of the Prophet. Oh and thank you for setting this meeting up. I hope it will help clear the air.” She expressed with a large smile.
“I hope so as well and please, call me Narcissa. May I call you Hermione? After all we are going to become family soon.”
Hermione nodded her head before looking to Draco with happiness.
“Very well.” Narcissa began “We should get going to the study before your father thinks we’ve all been kidnapped.” She chuckled.
The trio made their way down the long corridor and Hermione couldn’t help but look around in wonder as they passed by large and small rooms all painted in cheerful colors and decorated with new furniture. She quickly came to a stop though, almost dragging Draco backwards as she stared into one room; frozen in place.
“What the? What is i- oh shit!”
“Language Draco!” Narcissa began to reprimand as she turned around. “I expect better of you with compan-oh shit.”
Both Draco and his mother instantly panicked as they looked at the room Hermione was frozen in front of.
“Hermione dear, I am so sorry. I forgot to have this room closed off. This is my own fault. I knew you were coming and…I am so sorry.” She rushed to close the arched door.
“Wait…” Hermione stated almost too calmly. “I…I want to see it.”
“Are you sure Hermione? The room has been redone but it still holds the same memories. I think it would be best if-”
“I want to.” She cut him off not looking away from the room. “I have to…if I don’t do it now, I’ll never be able to later.”
Narcissa stopped closing the door and looked to her son. He nodded his head at his mother and she began to slowly open the door back up. Hermione took in a deep breath and let it out slowly before taking a steady step, then another, as she made her way into the Drawing Room.
She looked around the room, purposely avoiding the area she once laid in, and took in its features. She heard Draco and Narcissa take in a breath and hold it as she slowly made her way around the room; touching the walls and the furniture, hoping it would help her adjust before she looked to the forlorn spot.
Once she took in as much as she could, she slowly turned around and looked at the woeful area. Every grief-stricken emotion flooded her body at once and she immediately fell to her knees. She let out a light cry and began to sob but never turned away from the spot. Draco rushed to her but she held a hand to his chest to keep him away.
“Please.” She begged. “Don’t…I have to do this on my own.”
Narcissa held her hands to her mouth as tears began to form in her eyes. Draco stood frozen as he let Hermione continue to cry on the floor. Once she called out his name as she hugged herself, he quickly bent down and scooped her into his arms; cradling her while slowly rocking back and forth.
“Shh, it’s going to be okay little one. I’m here. It’s going to be okay.” He kept repeating over and over again as his grip on her became tighter.
She was passed the point of being consoled and could no longer stop herself from crying. She lost track of time and the world around her as she cried her eyes out. All she kept thinking about was the night she was carved up and hit repeatedly with the Imperius curse. Nothing else could block it out. Nothing could remove the pain that now boiling fresh and hot in her veins. Nothing, until she felt Draco slowly let her go and pass her off to someone else; someone with strong arms and a familiar scent.
Harry Potter was now holding her in his arms and whispering gently to her as he rocked her back and forth.
“You got this Hermione. You can get through this. You have to be strong. Bellatrix is dead, remember? She can’t hurt you anymore. Shh, say it with me now, come on, I know you can…Bellatrix is dead. Say it Hermione.”
She could barely breathe as she managed to try and repeat Harry.
“B…Bell…Bellatrix…is…dead.” She cried out through her stammering breath.
“Good, now say it again, Bellatrix is dead.”
“Bella…trix…is de…dead.”
“She can’t hurt me anymore.” Harry continued as her breathing became little easier.
“She…can’t hurt me…anymore.”
“Good, now say it together come on Hermione, you can do it. I believe in you.”
“Bellatrix is…dead…s…she can’t hurt…me anymore.”
“You are brave Mione.” He claimed as he pulled back from her slightly to look her in the eye. “I am so proud of you.” He wiped the tears from her face with his thumbs and he held her head in his hands. “What house were you placed in?”
“Gry…ffindor.” She answered with a red and puffy face.
“And what does Gryffindor value?”
“Brav…Bravery…Ch…Chivalry…and Loyalty.” She managed to stutter out, not looking away from her best friend.
“And you are?”
“All of that and…more.” She replied as she finally calmed down.
“So much more.” He smiled at her.
Hermione had managed to smile back weakly before realizing what just happened. She quickly looked around the room and spotted Ron, Blaise and Theo standing by the fireplace with Draco’s mother, who was being consoled by Ginny, as they watched with sorrow at the scene before them. Draco was standing in a corner next to his father with tears streaming down his face.
Her heart broke as she looked at his sadden expression and couldn’t help but want to hold him. Harry looked in the direction of Draco and nodded his head to let him know it was now okay to approach her. He quickly rushed to Hermione and held her in his arms.
“I am so sorry Hermione! I never should have let you into this room. I am so sorry little one.” He cried into her shoulder as he held her tightly.
“It’s okay Draco.” She managed to speak out through his tight hold. “I am okay.” She pulled back from him slightly and looked at him with a half-smile. “I needed to do this. I needed…to let it all out. I should be thanking you for allowing me to do this.”
“Thanking- no that was horrible. I couldn’t do anything for you. I had to have mother floo Potter for help. I was powerless to help you, once again.” He stated in defeat as he lowered his head.
She raised a hand and gently lifted his chin.
“I won’t ever forget what happened in this room Draco. But know this; this time you did help me. You weren’t frozen in place like in your nightmares. This time you took a stand and did something about it. Even if that meant calling Harry to help while you held me; you did something. And I will always love you for that.”
He smiled at her and caressed his hand on her face before placing his lips softly on hers; pulling her into a deep kiss.
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