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1912 Present meet Past UNDER CONSTRUCTION	By : Luckycharms Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14310 -:- 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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@saxman66- The theme isn't ominous lol. I love Disney that Beauty and the Beast is my favorite story. My fiance though, has no choice but to be the beast; he would look funny in a white dress haha. As for Pansy, her family being supporters of the Dark Lord, she was bound to learn a few things. That and the fact that she also fought in a war and after 4 years everyone is adults and has learned new things. I am sure that she has taught herself new spells or how to master old ones.

Chapter 38- Remember Me
Friday, May 4^th, 2001 04:15pm
Draco paced back and forth outside of the room Hermione’s was placed in, as Healer Francis looked her over. He was actually surprised the hospital even let him back in after his break down not long ago. Although, they should be happy that that breakdown was nothing compared to the one at Malfoy Manor. He probably would have been arrested on the spot. However he might be arrested soon, after the Ministry finds out he accidently, on purpose, murdered Pansy.
He wanted to kill her so badly. He wanted to watch her struggle as she choked to death by his hand. He wanted her to suffer, the same way she made him suffer by erasing himself from Hermione’s mind.
But Hermione pushing him, made him lose concentration and her neck snapped. He didn’t mean for it to happen, at least not like that, although he wasn’t upset about it. He was glad Pansy was dead but what he worried about now, was not just the health of his child and his fiancée, but whether or not he would even be around to see his baby born.
Mrs. Weasley walked down the hallway toward him carrying what looked like a cup of tea. He stopped pacing back and forth when he realized Luna was following behind her.
‘When did she get here?’
“Here you are dear. Drink up; you will need your strength.” Mrs. Weasley stated with a smile, handing over a hot cup to him.
He nodded his head at Luna who looked a little weary of him but smiled anyway and took a seat in chair in the hallway.
Draco took the cup from Mrs. Weasley’s hands, thanked her and hesitantly, sat down next to Luna.
“I am going to head back the Manor and see exactly what we are in for. I ran into Luna here, in the Lobby, and she offered to keep you company while I am gone.” She placed a hand gently on his shoulder. “We will fix this, you hear? We will do everything we can to make sure you are not sent off to Azkaban. Arthur and I will contact your parents and tell them what happened. All you need to worry about right now, is your family in this hospital, okay?”
He looked up at the woman and couldn’t help himself.
“Why are you being so nice to me? My family has been nothing but hateful to yours. I never even had a chance to apologize to you for my actions in the war…and well before the war too.” He asked calmly.
Molly Weasley let out a deep sigh and sat down next to Draco.
“Hermione loves you Draco. She is a good judge of character and if she can forgive you for all the things you have done to her, then I can forgive you as well…Plus George, Ron, and Ginny have pleaded your case for you. A little too well I might add. I felt ganged up on.” She chuckled slightly as she looked at the blank white wall in front of her. “We saw the memories Harry brought over to us and I couldn’t help but feel…pity. Pity that anyone had to go through what you went through. Not just on that ship but also what you went through in the war.” She looked down at her hands “Your choices where not your own and although, I feel that we would have accepted you if you came to the Order; I understand why you didn’t. You wanted to protect your parents. I respect that…because…I would have done the same thing for my family.” She turned and looked at him “You are not a coward Draco. I know you feel that you were…or are…but you’re not. You are very brave for having to do what you did to save your family. None of what you did was easy, I know that now, and I know that you love Hermione with everything you have…it is rare, you know? To find love like that; your hearts beat for each other. We all witnessed that not long ago…I don’t know much about emotional magic but I do know, how deeply you feel things compared to others and I know it is hard to control…I know of another who was just like you.”
“Really?” Draco asked sitting up with his interest now peaked. “Who?”
“It was a long time ago when I discovered it, but Severus Snape; Merlin, rest his soul.”
“Professor Snape?” he asked perplexed.
“Yes.” She continued sitting back in her chair and looked at the wall again. “Why do you think he never showed any emotion? Well any, other than distaste. He was always so serious and remarkably maintained constant vigilance over his emotions…Only once, that I know of, did he ever lose control.”
“When?” Draco turned in his chair to face Mrs. Weasley; as did Luna who was listening to every word spoken.
“The night the love of his life was murdered. Lilly Evans; Harry Potter’s mother.”
“Snape was in love with Potter’s mother?” he questioned now fully intrigued.
“Oh, yes. It was a whole thing,” She waved a hand in the air “but I am afraid it is not my story to tell. You will have to ask Harry if you want more details…Anyway, the night you-know-who, killed his parents, Snape found Lilly dead in front of Harry’s crib. His breakdown was a lot like yours. Not as powerful, but it was up there. No one remembers the storm that night. No one except Dumbledore, Minerva, and a small portion of the Order; the rest of the town had been obliviated of the memory…Since then, Severus never showed another emotion again.”
Draco turned and leaned back in his chair in shock. He couldn’t believe what he just heard.
‘Snape was just like him. Did Snape know that he was just like him? Is that why he took him under his wing and became his godfather?’
“Well,” Molly stood up after patting his leg lightly “I should be heading out. You just sit tight while we sort this mess out, alright?”
He nodded his head and looked down at his tea. Mrs. Weasley turned on her heals and began walking down the hallway.
Draco leaned forward and rested his elbows on his thighs. He looked down at the tea and began thinking back on everything Professor Snape ever did. His thoughts however, were interrupted after a few minutes of silence, by none other than Luna.
“I know why Hermione was able to break the memory charm.” She stated calmly as she crossed her legs under her and looked at the ceiling.
Draco had forgotten Luna was even still next to him but looked at the Ravenclaw with a raised brow in curiosity.
‘Leave it to Lovegood to know everything no one else knows…Maybe her imaginary creatures are real and we all just assumed she was crazy…No, no she definitely is still crazy; but a very intelligent crazy. It’s no wonder she was sorted into the smartest house.’
“Okay…how?” he asked a few seconds after contemplating whether or not she really knew.
“The stones, of course.” She stated dreamily.
“What? Luna the stones are safely hidden away. How could they possibly help Hermione break the charm?”
She looked away from the ceiling as she began to explain.
“The stones only throw soulmates into the past. I did some reading the other day. My father has a ton of rare books on ancient artifacts. He even has one on the time stones that is not even found in the restricted section at Hogwarts.”
“Oh…kay. You have my attention.” he leaned back but didn’t look away from her.
“According to the book, the stones are meant to guide lost soulmates together by placing them in a disaster. A trial that tests the couple and brings them together.” She continued a little too cheerfully.
“I already know that. Aquila explained that when she found out we weren’t from that time.”
“Yes, but did she tell you that the stones prevent a person from ever forgetting their soulmate?”
“I-no…what?” he asked in bewilderment.
“If I remember the passage correctly,” she held a finger to her chin and looked up “If a memory charm is ever cast upon one or both of the soulmates, even if it was by each other, flashes of the time spent in the past leading up to the time of Obliviation; will course through mates mind. The stones quite literally make you remember one another. So, even if Pansy erased your memory too, you both would end up remembering you love each other. Surviving the trial, bounds you together for life.” she explained like it was nothing.
“Wha-I, why didn’t you say something before the Manor happened?” he asked slightly upset “We could have avoided that disaster all together.”
“I didn’t know that Pansy would try and Obliviate you both. I didn’t think it was important at the time…I’m sorry Draco.” Luna stated rather sadly.
“It’s…It’s okay…” he sighed “No one knew what Pansy had planned.”
A few silent, very awkward, minutes pass by and Draco went back to looking at his still full cup while Luna looked to be day dreaming.
“I did stop at home before I came here.” she pipped up with a smile and Draco rolled his eyes, turned his head slightly, and looked at her. “I thought you might like this.”
She pulled out a wooden picture frame from her bag, which Draco didn’t even know she had next to her, and handed it to him. He set his tea on the floor and eyed the blonde girl with skepticism, before he hesitantly took the frame from Luna’s hands.
Flipping the wooden frame over Draco let out a light gasp. There in his hand, was the picture of Hermione and him looking lovingly into each other’s eyes in front of the Grand Staircase of the Titanic. The black and white photo, dated April 11^th, 1912, looked aged and washed out, but it still looked perfect to him. Luna looked to have charmed away the water damage he knew it should have had, since it sat at the bottom of the Atlantic ocean for eighty-nine years.
‘He couldn’t believe she actually had it. He thought she was making it up when she first told him about it.’
He gently touched the glass as he stared at the picture in his hands. A thousand memories coursed through his mind at once and he began to smile. Without thinking, Draco did the one thing he knew he was not known for. He quickly turned and hugged Luna Lovegood.
“Thank you…Thank you so much.” He whispered as he tried not to shed a tear.
Luna didn’t seem shaken like anyone else would have, as he hugged her tightly. He was not a hugger and the only person he ever showed affection towards, was Hermione. But Luna had just given him the best gift he could have ever received. She gave him a piece of the past he never thought he would see again.
He pulled back from the hug and looked back down at the picture with a wide smile.
“You’re welcome.” She stated happily. “Oh, I also have this…Don’t tell anyone, but I went back to that muggle museum about a week ago. I was saving it for a wedding present but I think you deserve to have it now.”
Draco raised a brow in confusion and set the picture on his lap as Luna reached back into her bag and pulled out a neatly wrapped, white, flat, box. She handed it to him with a large smile and placed her hands in her lap in excitement. He gave her a friendly smirk and began to slowly unwrap, the gift.
Once the paper was removed from the box, he lifted the lid slowly, revealing another framed black and white photo. However this picture had the people he grew to care for most in the past. Sitting at a large dining table during dinner, was Aquila, Cygnus, Dimitra, Robert, Molly, Hermione, and himself; all laughing with jubilated smiles on their faces. He knew this picture was taken after they became closer to Aquila and the sheer euphoria he felt at seeing their faces again brought a tear to his eye and he began to chuckle.
“Luna…How…How did you get this?... ‘April 14^th, 1912’…This was taken right before the ship hit the iceberg.” he claimed, looking at the date on the bottom on the picture in shock.
“Simple really; you both looked happy with those people. It was the only other picture I could find at the museum with you both, so I swapped it and altered the copy like I did the other one…You both deserve to be happy like you are in this picture, Draco. I think you both earned that comfort.”
“I…I don’t know what to say.” He looked back up at the blonde girl sitting next to him.
“You don’t have to say anything.” She shrugged with a twinkle in her eye. “The joy on your face, says it all.”
“Thank you Luna…For everything…Thank you.”
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Friday, May 4^th, 2001 05:14pm
“I don’t like that this is twice, in less than a month, that you have been admitted into this hospital Ms. Granger.” Healer Francis frowned over his spectacles.
“Sorry…I-” Hermione began, feeling bad, but the healer waved a hand cutting her off.
“I know that neither time was your fault. Just please be more careful in the future Ms. Granger. As much as I like you, I would rather not see you all the time. Except for when we actually have checkups scheduled.” He smiled kindly at her.
“Of course, Healer Francis.” She smiled back. “And as cheerful as you are I would rather not see you anymore than I have to.” She chuckled.
Francis shook his head still smiling and looked down at her chart.
“Well, let see. No lasting injuries but you will be sore for a few days. The spell used on your arm is not the same one used the last time, so we should be able to remove it with minimal to no scaring…As for your child, everything is fine; in fact; it seems the curse didn’t even touch the womb.”
“But how can that be?” Hermione questioned with curiosity. “Pansy held that curse on me for a while.”
He eyed her for a moment before sitting on the edge of the bottom of the bed.
“Did you, at any moment, feel pain in your stomach?” he asked with a raised brow.
She shook her head no before he clicked his tongue and continued.
“A mother’s love, Ms. Granger, can do extraordinary and miraculous things.” He replied kindly holding the clipboard on his lap.
‘His demeanor reminded her so much of Dumbledore…she miss him greatly.’
“So, you’re saying…I protected my child? Without even knowing I was doing it?”
“That is exactly what I am saying.” He smiled again. “Now,” he continued standing up. “let’s see that arm of yours.”
Hermione held out her right arm as the Healer pulled out his wand. He flicked his wrist and muttered a spell she had never heard before. The letters on her arm began to vanish as if they were never there to begin with. She pulled her arm back as he released her wrist and looked at her forearm with a grin.
“Thank you!” she spoke happily not looking away from the now bare arm. “I’ll have to remember that spell.”
“Unfortunately, that spell is for hospital officials only; but let’s hope you will never need it again…Now before Mr. Malfoy throws another fit, I will go and inform him that you and your child are fine and he can see you. Visiting hours are until seven but I am sure you will be released before then. Try not to have too many people in the room at once; I don’t want to get yelled at for overcrowding.” He chuckled “Plus you need your rest, so the only prescription I am giving you today, is to go home after I finish your paperwork and sleep…at least for a few hours. Drink plenty of water and eat something too. I will see you in a week for your check up, alright?”
“Thank you Healer Francis!” she exclaimed before he nodded his head and walked out of the room.
Draco and Luna came in moments later both laughing together. She lowered her arm as she looked at them in wonder.
“Why are you both so happy?” she asked perplexed but a grin of her own eased on her face.
“I’ll tell you later but right now,” he leaned down and kissed her on the forehead before planting a gentle kiss on her lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She beamed. “What have you both been up to?” she asked when Draco took a seat on the edge of her bed.
“Well,” Draco started, grabbing her hand and holding it. “Potter sent a Patronus saying he will be here soon with news about our situation and Luna and I have become somewhat…friends I guess.” He chortled slightly.
“Weren’t you friends before?” she asked confused.
“Not really.” Luna chimed in “We are hugging friends now.” she stated proudly.
Hermione raised a brow as she tried not to laugh at Draco’s uncomfortableness.
“Aren’t you going to show her the present Draco?” Luna asked.
“What present?” Hermione turned her head and looked back at Draco.
He pulled out a tiny box from his pocket and brought his wand. Enlarging the package he set it on her lap. Lifting her feet up, he pulled his long legs up under him as he settled fully on the bottom of the bed and rested her legs on his.
“What is this?” she asked with a smile.
“Open it and find out.” He replied with a large grin.
Hermione looked down at the box and slowly removed the lid. Two wooden framed, black and white, pictures sat on top of each other and she couldn’t help but let out a loud gasp when she noticed what the pictures entailed.
“Draco! How did you get these?” she questioned in shock as she held a frame in each hand. “This…This is amazing.” She began to tear up in happiness.
“From Luna, actually, and those are the originals too.” He expressed as he began massaging her left foot through the blanket.
“I never…I never thought I would see their faces again…” she chocked up as she touched the glass with her fingertips, looking at Aquila and Cygnus.
Pulling back her hand she touched her lips lightly as she looked to Luna who was smiling with glee. Setting the pictures down she waved her hands for Luna to come over.
Luna stood up and happily jumped over to her. Hermione hugged her with everything she had as tears streamed down her beaming face.
“Thank you!” she exclaimed with a giggle.
“You’re most welcome Hermione.” Luna stated when she pulled back from the hug.
“What? No hug for me?’ Harry chirped in while standing in the door frame.
“Harry!” Hermione yelled out still widely smiling.
He walked over to her, kissed her temple and hugged her.
“So I have good news and bad news…Which one do you want to hear first?” he asked pulling away from Hermione.
“Give us the bad.” Draco stated now serious as he crossed his arms and turned to face Harry.
“Well,” Harry began “bad news, your parents are not too happy about the destruction of the Drawing Room. You have a lot of work cut out for you to fix it. They refuse to help in the repairs. Your mother practically fainted when she heard what you did.”
“That’s the bad news?” Draco asked raising his brows. “What is the good?”
“Good news.” Harry continued taking the last spare chair in the room next to Luna and leaned forward. “The Ministry is not pressing charges. Kingsley said he is going to explain to the Parkinson’s what their daughter did but he is going to leave out the raging storm you produced and tell them she died because you were defending yourself…You are in the clear Malfoy! There will be no trial and you are not going to be arrested.”
“What?” Hermione asked in shock. “That is wonderful news; Draco did you hear that?” she leaned forward and place a hand on his shoulder.
Draco however, continued to gaze at Harry; almost as if he was looking through him.
“Draco?” she shook him slightly.
“Huh-What?” he blinked a few times as he snapped out of his trance.
“I asked if you heard what Harry said.” She repeated.
“I…Yeah, I just…I don’t understand; you mean I am not getting sent to Azkaban? But I killed someone? I murdered her in cold blood.”
Harry eyed him up in suspicion.
“Yeah, but it’s not like you did it on purpose. It was an accident.” He replied carefully while looking at Hermione.
Draco lowered his head and began picking at the blanket on Hermione’s feet.
“…Right…accident.” He muttered.
Hermione looked at Harry with worry. She knew full well that even if she didn’t push Draco, he still would have killed Pansy. The thought didn’t make her feel any better about the situation and it certainly didn’t help that she still felt bad for not defending herself well enough, at the flat, in the beginning.
She knew it wasn’t entirely her fault though. No one could have expected the outcome that happened. It was like having an argument with someone and then hours later, finally thinking of things you could have said differently.
‘Nothing could change the fact that Pansy put this on herself. She was the only one to blame for her actions, but it still hurt knowing Draco only killed Pansy…because of her. She used to be his friend, once upon a time, and because she fell in love with him but he didn’t reciprocate, she became obsessive. The same situation most likely would have happened if it was Astoria he was going to marry instead of her. If she never was thrown back to 1912 and fell for the Slytherin, Draco never would have loved her like he did and it would have been Astoria he defended. Either way, Pansy’s death would have happened; maybe not in the same scenario, but it would have happened. Pansy sealed her own fate. She was just saddened that there was nothing she could do to help her.’
“Anyway,” Harry interrupted her thought “I figured since none of us have eaten yet; after Hermione is released, we can go back to my place and have dinner…You all in?” he looked around the room at the current occupants.
Luna nodded her head and Draco didn’t answer as he continued to play with a now loose strand of cotton from the blanket.
“Of course!’ Hermione claimed not looking away from her fiancé. “We would love to join you for dinner.”
“Great!” Harry stood up “I will let Ginny know to expect three more. Luna would you like to help?”
Luna seemed to get the hint and nodded her head. She too stood up and hugged Hermione goodbye. She turned to Draco and even though he never looked up she hugged him and whispered something into his ear before backing away and smiled brightly at Harry.
Whatever she said, made Draco finally raise his head with a friendly smirk. She would have to ask him about it later but she knew whatever Luna told him, she was glad it cheered him up.
“Ah, I see you have followed my advice and didn’t allow too many people in the room. Glad I won’t be reprimanded for that.” Healer Francis interrupted as he walked into the room.
He looked at Harry and Luna before he looked back to Hermione.
“I have your discharge papers right here. You ready to get out of this place?” He asked with a grin.
“You bet!” Hermione beamed.
“Now remember what I said Ms. Granger. Do not become a frequent flyer unless we have an actual appointment scheduled, you hear? I don’t want to have to put you on bed rest to keep you out of trouble.” He joked.
“No worries Healer. I will definitely stay out of trouble.”
“Famous last words.” He joked again as he handed her the paperwork.
She let out a small laugh as she took the papers. He bowed slightly and smiled at the group in the room before heading out of the door.
“Well, I guess we will see you in a bit.” Harry winked before kissing her temple again and walked out of the room with Luna in tow.
Hermione turned back to Draco who was now removing her feet from his lap and stood up.
“Draco?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you okay?” She asked as he began to pack up the pictures.
“Yeah.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“Then why ask me if you already know the answer?” He snapped.
“Sorry…I just-”
“Don’t apologize.” He cut her off “I’m sorry for snapping at you…” he took in a deep breath, set the box on the chair, and took a seat back on the edge of the bed. “No…No I am not okay.” He slid his fingers through his hair “I almost lost you Hermione, and I killed Pansy, and I almost destroyed my parents’ home in the process…I am a mess.”
“But you didn’t lose me and a home can be rebuilt. And as for Pansy’s death; it was an accident.”
“But it wasn’t!” he confessed, standing back up “I wanted her dead. I wanted her to feel the pain she made me feel when she erased me from you. I wanted her to know what it was like to not be able to breathe like I couldn’t breathe, when you forgot me.”
“Draco, I-”
“I wanted her to suffer Hermione. For torturing you, for putting our child in danger, for trying to take me away from you! I wanted to kill her. I wanted to watch, as the life drain from her pathetic green eyes! I wanted-”
“Revenge?” she interrupted.
“And what does that say about me huh?...I am a monster. Just like my father once was.” He sat back down in defeat.
“You’re not a monster Draco. Neither was your father. You are human and if we are going to be fair here, if the roles were reversed…I would have wanted the same thing…Does that make me a monster?”
“Of course not!” he replied crossing his arms.
“So why does it make you one and not me?”
“Because it is who I am and because of this!” he pulled his sleeve up revealing the very faded Dark Mark.
Hermione grabbed his arm in her hands and held on tight when he tried to pull away.
“Would you stop letting the bullshit you have done in the past, define who you are! This,” she pointed to the mark “does not define you, just like this,” she held out her own forearm with the word mudblood, and placed it next to his “Does not define who I am…loving someone and being upset for almost losing them by the hands of another; wanting revenge Draco…It does not make us monsters…it makes us human.”
He looked down at the marks that scared their arms before looking up at her with sad but caring eyes.
“This is why I need you…you show me the right path every time. You changed me.” He spoke softly.
“I didn’t change you Draco. You did that all on your own. I simply guided you to be a better person; the person we both know, you were always meant to be.”
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