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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.

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I hope everyone had a wonderful Halloween! Sorry it took so long to update; had my hopefuly second to last, wedding dress fitting. Happy November!

Chapter 35- Granger’s meet Malfoy
Sunday, April 22^nd, 2001 03:19pm
Draco stood in front of a suburban house on the outskirts of muggle London. He was nervous as he looked at the family home of the Granger’s; the home Hermione had grown up in. He knew her parents knew of him but he didn’t really know the extent of their hatred towards him. He bullied their only child in school and now he was going to face them.
He took in a deep breath as he continued to look at the large, two-story, white brick house in the middle of something called a cul-de-sac. Hermione tried to prepare him for what was in store, while she was at Harry’s house on bed rest, but nothing could prepare him for the face to face encounter.
They decided it was best to tell her parents the truth about how they fell in love and got pregnant; well parts of the truth. He definitely wasn’t going to tell him the detail about the hardcore sex they had to create the baby in the first place. Instead they would tell them about the time travel and the ordeal they went through. It was the least they could do before they drop the news of their marriage and future baby.
Draco began to sweat but quickly pulled out his wand and did a drying spell on himself. Hermione grabbed his hand to soothe him but it wasn’t really working.
‘You are a wizard for Salazar sake! Get it together Draco, you can handle two muggles!’
But they weren’t just muggles, they were Hermione’s parents; his soon to be in-laws. And he felt more terrified then when he ever faced Voldemort.
“You ready?” Hermione asked sweetly.
“Nope.” He exhaled not looking away from the house.
“It’ll be okay Draco. They will love you; I just know it.” she tried to assure him.
“They hate me.”
“They don’t hate you. They don’t even really know you.” she moved to stand in front of him and began straightening his tie.
“They know what I have done to you. That is enough for any parent to hate me.”
“Draco,” she sighed “you just need to be yourself. They know what you did as a boy yes, but they are very forgiving people. Once they see that you have changed and make me happy then they will be fine with you…if not then…”
“Then what?” he asked in a panic looking down at her.
She let out a slight chuckle.
“Then nothing; stop worrying, everything will turn out fine. I mean I took their memories away, without their permission, for years and they forgave me afterwards.”
“Because you are their daughter; I am just the bully who made your life at Hogwarts miserable.”
“And you have atoned for that. Let’s just tell them our story and see how it goes, okay?” she lifted her head up and pecked him on the lips.
“Okay.” He stated, taking another deep breath and letting it out slowly.
The door to the house opened and before he could get a chance to say anything, he heard a woman scream in joy as she began running down the walkway towards them.
“Mia! Oh darling you made it! I am so happy to see you!” Mrs. Granger exclaimed with open arms.
Hermione turned away from Draco, but not before giving him a wide smile, and hugged her mother.
‘Mia?’
“Mum! It’s so good to see you! Did you dye your hair? It looks lighter?...and shorter?” Hermione asked tilting her head as she pulled back from the hug.
“Why yes, I did! Your father wasn’t too happy about it; says he likes it black but I wanted a change so I went a few shades lighter. Do you like it?” her mother asked as she bobbed her hand at the ends of her neck length hair.
“I love it! It looks wonderful mum.” Hermione smiled.
Draco however was sweating, what muggles call bullets, although he never really understood that term but it he decided to go with it anyway.
“And who might this charming fellow be? You mentioned bringing a boy Hermione, but you never mentioned that that boy was actually a very handsome man.” Mrs. Granger asked with a grin as she eyed Draco.
Hermione took a step back and stood slightly behind Draco.
“Mum…this, is Draco Malfoy.”
Mrs. Granger’s face fell as she held a hand to her chest.
“You don’t mean…the Draco Malfoy do you? The boy who tormented you and your friends? The boy who worked for that…Volti-man?” she asked shocked.
“Voldemort, yes, but he’s changed mum. Please just give him a chance?” Hermione pleaded as she took a step forward.
Mrs. Granger eyed Draco up and down, which made him feel small. He has never felt smaller in his whole life but at this moment, he felt like a beetle just waiting to be squashed.
‘Gather your Slytherin pride and fix this situation before it gets any worse!’
“It’s…It’s lovely to finally meet you Mrs. Granger…Hermione has told me so much about you and your husband…If…If I could, I would like to explain myself to both of you. Ease you mind a little about me. If you still don’t approve I will go home. We don’t even have to talk inside. I am okay with talking out here if you do not want me in your home. I completely understand.” He managed to half stutter out.
“Non-sense.” Mrs. Granger finally said after a few seconds of contemplating his words. “Any…friend, of Hermione’s is welcome in our home. If she found a way to forgive you of your ways, then we most certainly can as well.” She finished as she looked back at Hermione.
“Thank you mum!” Hermione exclaimed in glee.
She grabbed Draco’s hand again and began following her mother down the walkway and into the house.
‘Friend? She thinks I am only a friend…wait until she finds out I am so much more than that. She is going to kill me.’
“You have a beautiful home Mrs. Granger.” Draco stated kindly as they walked down the hallway to the sitting room.
“Thank you.” she smiled looking back at him. “Hermione has spent her whole life here, except for the time she was living at Hogwarts; such a hard time for us…being away from her for so long.”
“I understand completely. My mother was a mess the first day I left for school. She wrote every day and sent me my favorite chocolates.”
“Oh dear! Chocolates? But doesn’t she know about all the cavities that can give a child?” she stopped walking and looked at Draco in surprise.
“Forgive me but um…what are cavities?” he asked slightly confused.
“You, but…right…magic, slipped my mind.” She tapped a few fingers to her temple at the realization. “I have only ever met a handful of Hermione’s magical friends and they don’t come around often. Cavities I assume are only a, what did you call us non magic people darling?”
“Muggles mum.” Hermione smiled while holding Draco’s arm.
“Right, muggles…wait…Are you two…dating?” she asked confused as she looked at her daughter’s hands holding on to Draco.
“I, uh, I mean we, um, ehem.” He responded not knowing what to say as he looked at Hermione for help.
“We have some things to tell you and dad, mum. But in short; yes.” She explained looking away from him and back at her mother. “You might want to sit down for it all.”
“Well, I uh, okay. Your father is in the garden, I’ll put on some tea and fetch him.” she stated still a little apprehensively.
Hermione nodded her head and walked into the sitting room. Draco sat down on one of the couches next to her and began tapping his fingers against each other nervously. After a few minutes, Mrs. Granger walked in the room with a tray of tea and biscuits and set it down on the coffee table. She took a seat on the opposite couch and smiled at the pair.
“Your father is on his way in. He is just cleaning himself up a bit in the shed.”
Hermione nodded her head and the trio sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few more minutes. Draco could hear the clock over the fireplace ticking by and couldn’t help but wonder how this next part was going to go. He didn’t have to think long however, because Mr. Granger walked into the room, drying his hands on a towel.
“Mia! Love how are you?” he exclaimed in excitement as he bent down to kiss his daughter on the cheek. “I hear you have somethings you would like to talk about?...Who is this fine man?” he asked with a smile looking at Draco.
“I, uh.” Draco cleared his throat and stood up nervously as he prepared to give the man his name. “I am…Draco Malfoy sir.” He lowered his head slightly but didn’t look away from the stunned father in front of him.
“The Draco Malfoy?” he asked looking at Hermione in surprise.
“Yes, dad. It’s a long story, one we both want to tell you.” Hermione responded as her father stood straight and frowned, but sat down next to his wife and stared down Draco who had seated himself back on the couch.
Draco was anxious but cleared his throat as Hermione began the tale, starting at the Ball.
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05:26pm
“Wait.” Mr. Granger held a hand up as he shook his head. “You are telling me this, Pansy girl, pushed you in front of everyone, causing you two to be thrown into the past?”
“Yes.” Hermione answered biting her lower lip.
“And you went on the Titanic? The ship they made that movie about?...I loved that movie.” Mrs. Granger added with a frown.
“Yes.” Draco responded.
“Where you two fell in love and dined with your ancestor…Aquila was it?” Mr. Granger asked.
“Yes.” Hermione answered again.
“And when the ship sank you saved each other, found a way to come back and now you are dating?” Mrs. Granger finished.
“Yes, yes, and yes.” Hermione replied holding Draco’s hand.
“So-”
“We are getting married!” Hermione basically shouted as she interrupted her mother.
Her parents looked thrown back and Draco was in just as much shock as them as he looked to Hermione in surprise. Hermione shrunk herself into the couch as she looked at her parents.
“What?” Her mother asked as she set her tea down gently.
“We…are getting married. Aquila rewrote her will to get him out of his arranged marriage and it was spur of the moment, so to speak, but he proposed in front of the whole ball and I accepted.”
“Well, I, um, I uh, I am sorry for not asking for your permission first Mr. Granger.” Draco managed to say through his shock of Hermione blurting out their engagement. “I, um, I wanted to but I was in too much excitement that I was finally able to marry for love, that I wasn’t thinking about asking you first.”
Mr. Granger still didn’t look away from his daughter as he stood up angrily and took a breath. Draco prepared for the worst but what he wasn’t expecting, was what her father said next.
“My little girl is getting married? You are getting married? Oh thank God it’s not to that red headed boy! He is a little strange in my book.” He smiled.
Draco was once again, thrown back and didn’t know what to say. Mr. Granger walked around the table as Hermione stood up and hugged her tightly.
“Oh! This is so exciting!” Mrs. Granger stood up and clapped her hands. She too, hugged her daughter before turning to Draco and hugging him.
He was still in shock at what was happening but subconsciously hugged the woman back. Once she pulled away, Mr. Granger was waiting behind her with a hand outstretched. Draco took his hand but still had a face of utter confusion.
“My Dear boy, smile! You are getting married!” Mr. Granger announced.
“I…I…I am so confused.” Draco stuttered out.
“Not the reaction you were expecting, were you?” Mrs. Granger asked pleasantly.
“No ma’am. Not in the slightest.”
“Well, you saved our daughters life and by the looks of things, you have changed. You don’t resemble anything of the boy our daughter has told us about all those years ago. I trust our daughter’s judgment. We would like to get to know you more and we would like to meet your parents as well, but if you make our Mia happy then we are okay with it. Plus we always thought she would marry her books or that Ronald boy; we are happy to know that is not the case.” Mrs. Granger chuckled.
“Anything you want to know just ask. I can set up a date with my parents as well. Now that my father is retired, they have more free time.” Draco responded with a wide smile.
“There is one more thing we need to tell you.” Hermione mentioned with nervousness in her voice.
“What is it Mia?” Mr. Granger asked still smiling. “Please tell me you’re not pregnant?” he chuckled as he jokingly hit Draco in the arm.
Hermione stood silent with guilt written all over her face. Her parent’s smiles slowly fell as they realized that that, was exactly what the news was.
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Sunday, April 22^nd, 2001 05:38pm
Hermione coward slightly behind Draco as her father’s face began to turn red. She thought her parents would at least take the news a little better but she was seeing now, that she was wrong.
“Mia…” her mother began softly “You’re not even married yet and you both are so young…a baby is a lot of responsibility; not to mention the money it takes to raise one. How could you possibly be so careless?”
“Careless?” Hermione retorted a little upset “We didn’t plan it but we are still going to love it just the same. Draco’s parents are supportive of us-”
“And I am head of house now.” Draco interrupted seeming to try and calm the situation. “I mean…even before my father retired I was still rather wealthy, but now I own all of the Malfoy fortune and I run a very successful corporation.”
“Corporation? At twenty-one?” Mr. Granger asked mildly intrigued as his face softened slightly and began to return to its original color.
“Yes Sir, Malfoy Inc.; it is worth around…40.5 billion Galleons, if sold. At least it was the last time I checked the numbers.”
“Fourty poin- what? What is that in pounds?” her father asked now fulling fascinated completely ignoring the news of a grandchild.
Hermione rolled her eyes as she sat on the arm of the couch listening to the conversation.
‘Men.’
“In today’s time…I would say it’s…” Draco paused for a moment and Hermione could practically see the cogs in his brain calculating the number. “Roughly, 202.7 billion…in pounds.”
Mr. Granger’s mouth dropped open, as did her mother’s. They looked at Draco as if he had grown a second head right in front of them.
“Say…Say…that…again son.” Her father asked with a stutter.
“Oh…Uh, it’s roughly worth 202.7 billion pounds.” He hesitantly answered.
“I…I think I need to sit down.” Mr. Granger stated in shock.
Her mother sat on the arm of the couch with a hand to her chest and looked at her husband with wide eyes.
“Well, I think finically you are set.” Her father let out a light chuckle while shaking his head, looking at the floor. “And I think emotionally, after everything you told us you have been through, plus the war Mia told us about…you are perfectly capable to handle a child. You are both smart and ”
“We are going to be grandparents?” Her mother asked eagerly interrupting her husband “Like this isn’t some joke or something is it? Because if this is some game I swear-”
“I see now where you get the idea of people messing with you from.” Draco leaned down and whispered in Hermione’s ear.
She rolled her eyes once more and stood up.
“You are both going to be grandparents…this is not a joke or game of any kind. And I know it means a lot to you mum that we be married before I got pregnant but things just…happened but we do plan to wed before the baby is born.” She smiled at her parents.
“We are going to have a grandbaby!” her mother shouted with glee and rushed in to hug Hermione.
Once she pulled back she hugged Draco and began crying tears of joy.
“Oh, this is so exciting! Mia dear, come with me. We have to start looking through your old baby stuff. See what we can use….We are going to be grandparents!” She laughed as she grabbed Hermione’s hand and dragged her out of the room.
Hermione looked back at Draco who had a smile on his face but turned to face her father and spoke. She didn’t have a chance to hear what he was saying but she figured they were going to talk more about Malfoy Inc. and she was rather glad to be drug out of the room.
Her mother walked up stairs so she followed slowly behind. Looking at the pictures of her and her parents on the wall going up the stairwell, she paused and reminisced over them.
‘She remembered the day clearly, when she took their memories. All the pictures of her faded from the frames and left only her happy parents…without her. It was a day she would never forget; a day that left her feeling empty…and alone.’
“Are you okay Hermione?” her mother asked walking back down the stairs to see what she was looking at. “Ah yes, the day we took you to the carnival for your eighth birthday. I still remember when your father failed to pie a clown and instead got pied himself.” She giggled “you wouldn’t stop laughing and called him ‘pie face man’ the rest of the day.”
“Mum…I am sorry for taking you and dad’s memories away.” Hermione stated a bit sadly.
“Honey, it is okay. We understand why you had to do it.” she began, placing a soft hand on Hermione’s shoulder. “It’s not like you did it for fun or anything. You were protecting us and we are very appreciative for it. Really though, we should have been the ones protecting you but we know we are no match for witches and wizards.”
“Still…I feel so horrible for doing it. No one should have their memories taken away.” She looked up at her mother as a tear trickled down her cheek.
“Oh my dear sweet girl; come here.” Her mother expressed as she pulled her into a tight hug. “There is nothing in the world that we are more grateful for, than you. You are the best daughter any mother could ask for. You are smart and brave, you care for everyone and you even gave that Draco boy a second chance. You helped him change you know? I can tell and I can tell that he is really in love with you. He wouldn’t stop looking at you the whole time you explained everything. You help people no matter the cost and we…are so proud of you.” she pulled back but didn’t release her hands from her shoulders. “We will always love you no matter who we might believe we are. You are our daughter and you always will be.” She smiled.
Hermione tightly hugged her mother once more; grateful to have her back in her life. They broke the hug and looked at each other for a few seconds before continuing up the stairs. They opened the door to the attic and slowly walked inside.
“There should be a few boxes over there.” her mother pointed to the left side of the room. “I’ll check over here, there maybe a few children’s books that I have kept that you can have.”
Hermione nodded her head and walked to towards the boxes. She opened a few and found some baby blankets and toys she used to use when she was small but what really caught her eye, was an old trunk, sitting beneath the boxes she was searching through. Removing the boxes she looked at the old black trunk with a brass lock, with curiosity.
“Hey mum? What is in this trunk?” she called out without turning away.
Her mother turned around and looked around her at the object.
“I don’t know dear, that thing has been up here for ages. Never had a chance to go through it; it belonged to your father’s great grandfather back in the day.” She shrugged and turned back to the box she was searching through.
Hermione rested on her knees and fondled the lock in her hand; wondering where the key was. Pulling out her wand she cast an unlocking charm and the lock clicked open. She set the lock gently on the ground and opened the lid slowly.
She was stunned when she saw old fashion clothing that looked very similar to what she and Draco wore back in 1912. She picked up a suit jacket and felt the material; setting it down softly she picked up old book that looked to be a photo album. Turning around to sit and lean against the trunk, she began to open the book. A few pictures of what appeared to be her great great grandfather were scattered throughout, with a woman she assumed was her great great grandmother. She turned the page and saw a few children who looked to be laughing and playing on a very rustic looking swing.
She smiled to herself as she looking through her own history. She turned to the next page but nearly dropped the book. Her mouth gaped open as she held the book closer to get a better view of what she was seeing. There in a picture on the right page was Dimitra Black and Robert Hoarse smiling while holding a tiny infant baby. They looked happy as they held the child in between them; it made Hermione miss them even more.
‘But why were they in her family photo book?’
“Mum?” she asked standing up and walking over to her mother not looking away from the picture. “Who are these people in this book?”
Her mother turned around with a few books in her hand and looked down at the picture.
“Oh, let see, that is Robert…Hoarse, I believe. And that is his wife Dimitra. Robert was a young nephew to your great great grandfather. He came back from America sometime in the early 1900’s to visit with his family after their first child was born but they only visited that once. He stayed in America with his wife after that. Apparently there was some scandal and her family disowned her so she was forced to leave England or something or other.” Mrs. Granger explained waving a hand in the air.
“She was wiped off her family tree for marrying a muggle…mum they were on the Titanic. Draco and I met them! She was the woman we had to get one of the stones off of!” Hermione exclaimed. “We saved them from the sinking.”
“Oh dear, you are certain?” she asked with a hand to her chest.
“Positive! I was good friends with Dimitra. She was a witch…like me and around my age. She was amazing mum. So was Robert; you would have loved her. I didn’t even know Robert was related to me.” Hermione stated but her face fell to a frown as she stared at the picture more.
“You miss them don’t you?’ her mother asked caringly.
Hermione nodded her head as a tear trickled down her porcelain cheek.
“Can I keep this? Please?” she asked wiping the fallen tear away.
“Of course Mia…better with you than locked away in that old trunk. In fact, why do you take the whole trunk? I am sure the memories instilled in there will help you feel closer to them.”
“Thanks mum.” She smiled.
Closing the book, she set it gently on top of the blankets she found earlier and placed it all in the trunk. Bringing out her wand, she shrunk the trunk and placed it in her pocket.
“I found some old children’s books I used to read to you when you were a baby…I know they aren’t wizarding ones, but I think you and my grandbaby will love them all the same.” Her mother smiled as she handed a few books over to Hermione.
Hermione took the books and looked at the titles.
‘Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, Peter Rabbit…all of her favorites.’
Hermione looked up at her mother with happiness. She set the books down and hugged her.
“Oh!” her mother expelled through a breath in surprise but hugged her back with compassion.
Taking in her motherly warmth; Hermione basked in the scent she remembered so fondly. The scent she never wanted to forget.
‘Rose and vanilla; her most favorite scent in the whole world…other than apples and cinnamon.’
“I love you mum.” She whispered as she held on to her mother with everything she had.
“I love you too sweet girl…I love you too.”
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