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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
- 36
- 37
- 38
@saxman66- This chapter will show you just how powerful Draco's magic really is, so I hope you are ready :) As for Pansy; she does not know about the pregnancy. It was not annouced yet and only those who were in the hospital know about it; well them and the rest of the Weasley family. haha you're right! weddings are so over rated lol jk. My theme is Beauty and the Beast and I have been planning it for 2 years so its too late to back out now lol. Suprisingly the holidays, so far haven't been too chaotic with the planning but I know, I am speaking too soon. As for the way Draco and Hermione proposed to Ginny and Blaise; That was not planned nor did I do that tactic with my maid of honor haha although it would have been funny if I did. And yes Blaise is my second main squeeze after Draco so I had to give him some funny parts and embarass Draco a little. That chapter was just to lighten the mood a little before a whole lot of drama came crashing down. Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter! I am hoping to get chapter 38 out in the next 2 days :)

Chapter 37- Memories
Friday, May 4^th, 2001 01:43pm
Draco stood before The Order as he listed off various places Pansy might be holding Hermione. Each one he mentioned, four or five people in the room headed out to check. He had listed off four different areas already and was only left with one possible location remaining; The Manor.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, along with Blaise, Theo, and Harry remained and he looked at them with dread. If Hermione was in the Manor then there was only one room he could think that Pansy would possibly take her.
The group paired off into groups of three as they prepared to apparate to the outer gate of his family home. Once they arrived, they began running down the long path to the front door. Draco lifted a hand and unlocked the large entry way before slowly easing it open. The group stepped into the foyer and looked around the unlit room.
“Where should we start?” Harry asked looking eager to begin searching.
Draco however, never got a chance to respond. A loud scream echoed through the halls and everyone’s faces suddenly fell in terror. No one uttered a word as they collectively began running down the corridors towards the noise; pulling out their wands as they went. Another scream was heard and Draco began to run faster in the direction it came from. He knew exactly what room Pansy was in; the Drawing Room. The one room he knew Hermione was still not over.
He abruptly stopped running when he reached the dreaded door. He was panting from the exertion and was panic as he heard Hermione crying behind the door. He didn’t hesitate as he flung the door open and saw Pansy sitting on top of his fiancée. Her knee held down one of her arms as she carved into the other one.
He quickly raised his wand and cast Flipendo; the knockback jinx. Pansy flew off Hermione and crashed into the wall behind her. The rest of his group rushed into the room and pulled out their wands but before Draco could take a step towards his love, who was now curled into a ball, Pansy stood up and trained her wand just above his head.
“How dare you!” She spat through gritted teeth. “REDUCTO!”
The ceiling above him blasted apart and began falling on to the ground. They all moved out of the way in time before a large piece of debris crashed to the floor, almost crushing them. He regained his footing and stood up while looking at the girl who was obsessed with him; holding out his wand in defense.
Pansy gave off a smirk that could kill before she looked at Hermione and pointed her wand at her. Draco feared the worse and expected Pansy to Avada her.
“NO!” he yelled out, trying to reach Hermione in time, but he was too late.
“Obliviate!” she shouted as she slowly turned her wrist and pulled memories from the love of his life.
Draco reached out in despair as he watched Hermione’s face go blank. It took a few seconds before she shook her head and looked around the room. The Weasley’s, Theo, and Blaise rushed Pansy who was now laughing hysterically; like a mental patient who had lost her mind. But she quickly lifted her wand and pointed it at the group; halting their movements with a fast binding curse.
“What am I doing here?” Hermione asked confused and shaken. “What… Harry? What are you doing here and why are you with Malfoy?” her face was now one of disgust.
Harry, who was the only one not bind to the floor, slowly stepped forward; however his eyes never left Draco.
“Mione? Are you okay?” he asked only looking at her momentarily before looking back at Draco who was now looking desperate.
“My body is sore and my arm hurts-” she looked down at her arm that had the letters W and H carved in to her skin and she began to panic. “Harry? What happened? What is this?” she began to breathe heavily and her tears started staining her soft face.
“Mione, I need you to breathe, okay? Remember what we talked about; about not panicking?”
She nodded her head as she took in deep breaths to calm herself. Harry took another step forward but Pansy instantly trained her wand on him stopping him before he could get any closer.
“It’s going to be okay, Mione. Now, can you tell me what you remember?” he asked holding his hands up so Pansy didn’t curse him as well.
“I…I remember getting ready for the Ball but that is about it. How did I get here?” she looked around and her eyes landed on Pansy. “Pansy? What are you doing? What the hell happened?” she demanded as she looked back to Harry.
“Mione…love…do you remember Malfoy?” he hesitantly asked.
“Malfoy? How on earth could I forget him? Why are you asking me about him?”
Draco’s mind raced with joy as she said those words but it didn’t last for long. Hermione turned the upper half of her body from the ground and looked him dead in the eye.
“What are you looking at ferret? Let me guess; we caught you and Pansy shacking up and now you’re pissed your little shag time was interrupted?” she stated coldly.
His heart fell as sadness over took his body and he, could no longer control his emotions.
“What; cat got your tongue? You’re not even going to call me a mudblood?” She huffed as she turned back to Harry.
Harry however, never took his sadden eyes off him. They both knew what was about to happen and they both knew it wasn’t going to end well.
“Malfoy…Draco…breathe mate.” Harry tried to calm him.
“Mate? What the hell Harry? Since when are you all buddy buddy with Malfoy?” Hermione asked confused as she tried to stand up. “Pansy, you can let everyone go now. We get it; you want your alone time. Not that I really care anyway. Also why do you even have Nott and Zabini frozen; aren’t they your friends?” she turned back to Harry with a shrug when Pansy didn’t answer. “Where is Ron? I thought we were going to the Ball together and I am not even dressed yet. Oh crap! We have to hurry; Ginny is going to kill me if I am late.”
She began rushing towards Harry but stopped when Pansy let out a slightly evil laugh.
“Ha! It worked!” Pansy called out, raising her arms in triumph. “How does it feel Draco? To have the girl you apparently love, forget you! This is how you made me feel the night of the ball! This is what you did to me!” she yelled out in anger.
“But she and Ron broke up a year ago? What the hell did you do to her memory Parkinson?” Harry questioned with furry in his voice.
“I might have altered her to be in love with Weasley. Couldn’t very well have her falling back in love with Draco now could I?”
“YOU BITCH!” Harry screamed.
“Harry? What the hell is going on? What is she talking about? I could never love Malfoy, he’s vile…” She looked back at Draco “No offense, but ferrets aren’t my type.” Hermione stated but now looked fully confused.
At those words Draco’s heart shattered into a million pieces. A single tear trickled out of his grey eye as he looked at his fiancée with a quivering lip.
“Doesn’t feel good, does it Draco?” Pansy spat “Now I just need to alter your memory to fall in love with me and everything will be right in the world!” she moved her wand off of Harry and pointed it at Draco.
Draco though, never uttered a word and he never moved from his spot. His eyes never left Hermione’s cold ones as she crossed her arms and looked at him. His only thoughts were about lying in the cold, icy, frozen, water; the water he now wished he died in, for that, was less painful than the heartbreak he was experiencing now.
His heart stopped as the single tear glided effortlessly down his cheek but he never looked away from her caramel eyes. The eyes, he wanted to drown in every day; the eyes, which no longer viewed him something worth living for. Anything Pansy did to his memory would be relief. Nothing as dreadful as the words Hermione said to him, could hurt him any worse.
‘She doesn’t know the real him anymore…she doesn’t remember the love she had for him or the love he has given her…she…she forgot him.’
The fallen tear hovered on his chin; begging to drop to the ground. The tear got its wish though. Draco’s breath staggered as he tried to not break down. But it was hopeless; he felt hopeless. The tear released its hold on him and fell to cold, hard, tiled floor below.
The impact however, was one no one expected.
As the teardrop hit the floor, a sudden wave of energy coursed through the room with such power that it knocked everyone off balance. Draco fell to his knees while his heart ripped apart and his eyes began to rain with sadness.
“Shit!” Harry expressed as he tried to stand back up. But the impact of Draco falling to the ground sent another wave through the room.
The clouds outside suddenly grew dark and wind started picking up, inside the room. Everyone but Harry looked around in disbelief. A crack of lightning outside lit up the room as a roar of thunder echoed through the halls. The spell holding the Weasley’s, Theo, and Blaise released and they fell to the ground but surprise stayed planted on their features.
Pansy backed up against the wall and looked around the room in fear as she held her wand in the air, trying to figure out what was happening.
Harry quickly rushed to Draco but they both knew nothing he said would be able calm him. The only person, who could do that, was Hermione; but she doesn’t remember him. At least not the way she was supposed to.
The wind speed picked up faster than it did in the hospital. Chairs were now being thrown across the room as anything not held down, shattered against the walls. The remaining people from The Order, along with the Aurors Harry called in earlier, entered the room but Draco refused to look away from a now very scared looking Hermione.
“Holy shit!” George called out as he dodged a vase that flew by his head. “What is happening?” He shouted over the wind.
The group rushed into the room and trained their wands on Pansy who was now crying in fear while she looked around the room in a panic. Draco’s face reddened as he tried to calm himself down but the words Hermione said, kept hitting repeat in his head.
‘I could never love Malfoy… I could never love Malfoy…She, could never love him.’
The room began to shake as if an earthquake took over the earth. Pictures that hung firmly on the walls began to fall as the vibrations became too strong and the wind too powerful. The ceiling began to crack and the windows began to shatter. Everyone covered their faces so they would not be hit with flying glass but Draco only lowered his head in defeat as sorrow overtook his pneuma.
He gave up trying to control anything anymore. He was done; he just wanted to die. Without Hermione, he was nothing anymore. He couldn’t live without her.
But a single voice pulled him from his trance. One voice that now caused anger to sear his very core with hate.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?” Pansy screamed.
Draco’s head snapped up and anger mixed with his despair; a deadly combination. He hated Pansy. He hated her so much for doing this to him; he wanted to kill her. And kill her he would. He stood up from where he was kneeling and stared Pansy down with as much hate as his soul could contain. He wanted her dead for ruining his life. He wanted her to pay for taking Hermione away from him.
The wind whipped harder around him as he took steps closer to his ex-friend. The thunder raged on as he got closer to the girl who had become his enemy. The girl he now absolutely loathed.
Draco saw Harry pull Hermione aside from the corner of his eye as the wind whipped his hair into his face. Another crack of lightening lit up the chamber as rain began to pour inside but a sudden cry of agony drew his attention towards Hermione, who was now on the ground with Harry beside her. But he couldn’t focus on her anymore. As much as he wanted to run to her, he knew she no longer loved him. And that thought, was enough for him to be fine with being sent to Azkaban for murder.
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Friday, May 4^th, 2001 02:26pm
Hermione gripped onto Harry’s arm as she stood looking around the room, that was being destroyed in front of her, in fear.
“HERMIONE! LOOK AT ME!” Harry shouted above the thunder that blasted throughout the Drawing Room. “HERMIONE, YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN CALM MALFOY DOWN! I NEED YOU TO LISTEN TO ME, YOU DON’T LOVE RON!”
“ARE YOU INSANE HARRY? OF COURSE I DO!” she shouted back.
Harry pulled her down slightly as he ducked to prevent them from getting hit by a painting that soared across the room and impaled into the wall.
“NO YOU DON’T! YOU LOVE MALFOY!” Ron interjected rushing over to them.
“OKAY, HAVE YOU BOTH COMPLETELY LOST IT?” she yelled out looking back and forth between her two best friends.
Harry threw his head back in frustration and his face became one of full seriousness.
“THINK ABOUT IT MIONE! REALLY THINK ABOUT IT! THE BALL WAS OVER A MONTH AGO AND RON NEVER WENT! YOU ARE ENGANGED TO MALFOY!” He shouted above the noise. “LOOK AT RON! TELL ME WHAT YOU FEEL FOR HIM!”
She looked passed Harry, at Ron, and tried to think of all the reasons she loved him. She honestly fully expected to fall head over heels and look at Ron with love but she didn't. All she could think about was how she loved him as a best friend; like a brother. There was no romantic feeling towards him; there was nothing that made her want to jump into his arms and kiss him with lust or infatuation But she felt like she was supposed to love him.
She looked back to Harry as her face fell to confusion and sadness.
“YOUR LOVE FOR HIM ISN’T REAL! PANSY ALTERED YOUR MEMORY!”
“YOU ARE CRAZY! I LOVE RON!”
‘SHE WON’T LISTEN, HARRY!” Ron shouted in Harry’s ear.
Harry looked at his friend in worry but quickly looked back to Hermione softened his face.
“LOOK AT MALFOY AND TELL ME YOU DON’T FEEL SOMETHING FOR HIM! LOOK AT HIM AND TELL ME YOU DON’T LOVE HIM!”
Hermione raised a brow but turned her head cautiously. Her eyes slowly left Harry’s and looked at Draco, who now, looked ready to kill Pansy.
‘He was handsome but he looked so mad right now. And for some reason, something inside her just wanted to go and comfort him. But she was scared of him right now. She couldn’t recall the last time she had ever seen the Slytherin Prince so furious before; he was always spiteful and prejudice but he was never this hateful looking. In fact, now that she thought about it she had never seen him this angry, not since…wait.’
A scene flashed in her mind of Draco shaking a gate in anger as he yelled at a few men on the other side. She couldn’t figure out why the image popped in her head but it seemed so, real, like it was a memory she experienced once upon a time. Another flash played before her; Draco was throwing her over his shoulder and placing her in a small boat as people ran and screamed behind him.
She held a hand to her forehead as another memory filled her mind. Draco smiled up at her while she danced on top of a table, Flash Draco caressed her cheek as he planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, Flash Draco telling her he loved her, Flash Draco washing her in a shower, Flash Draco holding on to her as she waved to a large crowd, Flash Draco looking in wonder, with her, as she looked at a giant ship and the name, Titanic, burned in her brain.
She was remembering him but as she moved to look up at the blonde, more memories filled her head; ones that seemed to last longer and feel even more real.
Flash Draco was ripped from her grasp as he was swept away by a large wave of water, Flash Draco laid on a bench on a small boat. It was freezing cold and he looked, dead.
That last memory was all it took for her to feel love she used to have for him. Grief overtook her body as she watched him almost die in front of her, again. Letting out a loud whimper, she fell to her knees and began to cry.
Flash Draco was making love to her, Flash Draco was announcing he wasn’t marrying Astoria, Flash Draco was proposing to her, Flash Draco was standing near her as she was being told she was pregnant, Flash Draco holding her in the hospital bed, Flash Pansy torturing her, Flash Pansy uttering ‘Obliviate’.
She remembered him; all of him. Everything came back to her so fast it made her mind spin and her head hurt but she couldn’t think about any of that right now. Her head whipped up and she got up so fast she felt dizzy and almost fell over again. Harry held out his hands to support her but she shoved them off of her.
She rushed to Draco who was now holding Pansy in the air by her throat. Except, his hands weren’t touching her. They were down at his side, balled up into fists. She stepped in front of him wearily and slowly touched his chest with both hands.
His heart beat was rapid and and the anger on his face was filled with extreme hatred.
His gaze momentarily left the panicked girl, who was clawing at her throat in terror about twenty feet off the ground.
“Piss off Granger!” He stated through gritted teeth.
He slapped her hands off his chest, pushed her out of the way, took a step forward, and brought his focus back to a screaming choking Pansy. Hermione stared in shock for a moment that he pushed her away but she suddenly realized that Draco still thought she forgot him; that she no longer loved him.
“DRACO!” She called out as she tried to remove her flying wet hair from her face. “DRACO STOP!”
“GO AWAY GRANGER! THIS IS NO LONGER YOUR CONCERN!”
Hermione ran back to stand in front of him.
“DRACO STOP! LISTEN TO ME!”
He refused to look at her so she did the only thing she could think of to get him to listen. She pushed him and she pushed him hard. Both of her hands collided into his chest with enough force that he stumbled backwards, breaking his hold on Pansy.
A sickening crunch could be heard over the storm, which brewed in chaos though the room, before Pansy fell to the ground with a hard thud. But Hermione’s attention was not on the raven haired girl that lay motionless on the ground as her friends began to surround her. Her attention instead, was on the blonde Slytherin who looked like he was ready to murder her in Pansy’s place.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!” He screamed in anger.
“I LOVE YOU!” was all she could think to say to try and calm him down.
She had not witnessed his emotional magic when she was in the hospital but she remembered Harry telling her about it and from what he said, she knew he had enough power to take down the whole Manor. Another quake shook the room as his anger boiled over and she wobbled back and forth trying to keep her balance.
“DON’T LIE TO ME! I KNOW THAT IS WHAT POTTER TOLD YOU TO TELL ME! I SAW YOU TWO TALKING! I AM NOT STUPID SO DON’T PLAY COY WITH ME!”
Tears ran down his face again and all she wanted to do was hold him in her arms and tell him that everything would be okay.
She took a step closer to him once the vibrations subsided but he took a step back as he looked at her with sorrow in his now almost black eyes.
“I AM NOT MESSING WITH YOU DRACO!” she held up a hand to shield her face from the piercing wind that picked up more. “I REMEMBER EVERYTHING!”
“YOU ARE LYING! YOU SAID IT YOURSELF YOU NEEDED SEVENTEEN POWERFUL AURORS TO REVERSE THE MEMORY CHARM YOU PLACED ON YOUR PARENTS! HOW THE FUCK, DO YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE YOU BROKE THE SPELL IN A MATTER OF MINUTES, BY YOURSELF!”
“I DON’T KNOW, BUT I DID; DRACO I LOVE YOU…PLEASE BELIEVE ME.” She begged as she too began to cry.
The ceiling that was cracked before began crumbling as another wave shook the Manor. Pieces of stone fell to the ground around her but she ignored the rubble and never took her eyes off of his. He looked, like he wanted to believe her but something was holding him back.
‘Trust.’
She couldn’t think of anything else to say to him to make him believe her in such a short amount of time. She had mere minutes, if that, before the ceiling collapsed on top of them. So, she did the only thing she knew might work.
Quickly closing the gap between them; he tried to step away but she was too fast. She grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him. She kissed him with as much passion and love as she could muster. She kissed him like it was the last kiss she would ever give him.
He was reluctant at first as he looked at her with wide shocked eyes, but like she expected, he began kissing her back. He reached a hand around the back of her head and pulled her closer to him. She parted her lips to give him entry when his tongue asked for permission and she began to melt into him.
Their tears mended together as the kiss deepened and the familiar taste flutter through her mouth. The wind began to die as quickly as is started and the rain slowed to a trickle. The sun started to beam through the clouds outside as she jumped onto him and wrapped her legs around his waist. She pulled back slightly after a few seconds of relishing in his warmth and looked into his now hopeful, light grey eyes.
She gently brushed his wet hair out of his face with her fingers.
“Nothing in this world will ever make me forget you. You…are…my…soulmate.” She whispered with a small smile.
His lips widened as a smile grew on his face.
“I thought I lost you!” he expelled through a breath. “Oh Merlin Hermione, I thought I lost you for good.” he continued, caressing a thumb across her cheek as he finally realized she was telling the truth.
“You will never lose me…I love you Draco. I will always love you.”
He let off another smile.
“I love you more little one.” He whispered before he pulled her head back down and kissed her again.
Hermione, for the life of her, couldn’t figure out herself, how she broke the memory charm but at this moment she didn’t care. At this moment all she cared about was being in Draco’s arms, knowing he was her other half; her lifeline and she was his.
“Hey guys!” Blaise called out. “I hate to break up this wonderful reunion and all but uh…we have a problem.”
Draco lowered Hermione to the ground but he refused to let go of her hand as she turned around to face the large group that was surrounding an unconscious Pansy. Hermione took a few steps forward; her smile slowly changed to a frown as she suddenly understood, just what the problem was.
Pansy wasn’t breathing and the more Hermione looked at the girl, the more she saw just how bad the situation was.
A large red handprint was forming around her neck but everyone in the room saw that no one had actually touched her. But that was not the worst of it. Pansy’s neck was contorted at an odd angle and Hermione instantly knew that her neck was broken.
She was dead. Pansy Parkinson was dead.
Hermione clasped a hand to her mouth as the realization dawned on her.
‘The sickening crunch she heard earlier, happened when she pushed Draco to get him to stop, but the jerking motion must have caused his focus to falter just enough, to snap Pansy’s neck before she fell to the ground.’
“Oh God, what did I do?” she expressed has her hand fell to her chest.
Harry quickly stood up and made his way over to her. He grabbed her shoulders and looked her dead in the eye.
“This is not your fault Hermione; neither of you.” He looked at Draco “This was self-defense do you hear me? She kidnapped you and erased your memory. She then went to do the same thing to you Malfoy and you defended yourself. Do you understand? This was self-defense and you have plenty of witnesses that will vouch for you.”
Draco nodded his head but worry still overtook his features. Hermione on the other hand, couldn’t look away from the body that lay lifeless in a pool of water. She couldn’t bring herself to turn away from the girl she had known since first year.
‘Granite they were never friends but Pansy didn’t deserve to die. Especially not like this. She was deranged and obsessive over Draco and no one helped her. No one talked to her about it. No one tried to figure out the root of the obsessiveness…No one offered to get Pansy help…Including herself. She just ignored the girls cry for help. She didn’t listen.’
“Hermione!” Harry interrupted her thoughts and her eyes snapped to him. “Do you understand? You talk to no one except for me; not even Kingsley. Got it?”
Hermione slowly looked back to Pansy’s motionless body, almost ignoring Harry’s plea, but nodded her head slowly in confirmation.
‘She was dead and she was the reason she was gone. If she was quicker with her stunning spell at Draco’s flat, then none of this would have happened. Draco would not have broken down like he did and Pansy would still be alive…this was all her fault. Why wasn’t she quick enough?’
“Come on Hermione.” Mrs. Weasley stepped forward and calmly placed a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s get you to the hospital to be looked over. You went through a lot today. Let’s just make sure you and your baby are alright.” She smiled her famous motherly smile but even Hermione knew it was forced.
The thought of her baby’s health terrified Hermione as she instinctively held a hand to her stomach. But she nodded her head and looked away from the dead girl on the floor of the room she had now twice been tortured in.
Draco wrapped an arm around her shoulder as Mrs. Weasley led them both out of the room of death and down the long corridor. Hermione was still in shock and blamed herself as she continued to walk down the unlit hallways. All she wanted to do was break down and cry but she knew Draco had enough on his plate already and she didn’t want to add more to it.
She quickly wiped away a tear that escaped her eye, so no one notice, and continued to walk out of the now grim Foyer. The same Foyer, that once looked so beautiful to her a few weeks ago.
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