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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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Chapter 4- Present meet Past
Saturday, April 6^th, 1912 07:00pm
Landing hard on the floor, Draco could feel his lungs struggling to breathe. He tried catching his breath but before he could even inhale to grasp the sweet air around him, he felt something large fall on top of his chest. He felt like he just couldn’t catch a break. First he gets hit with a chair, then Pansy starts a fight with Granger, then she pushes her, knocking them both down, and now he’s lying on the floor struggling to breathe with a large object laying on top of him.
‘What more could go wrong?’ He thought, finally able to take in a deep breath.
He looked down at his chest to see what was laying on him but all he could see was hair.
‘It smells like roses… with a hint… (sniff)…of vanilla.’
He wanted to suffocate in it. He wanted to take another whiff of the wonderful scent, but the person on him started moving.
“Ugh, my head” He heard her say.
Lifting her head up with her hand placed on her forehead, he saw that it was Granger.
‘He was sniffing Granger's hair? Shit he forgot she was still there.’ The thought repulsed him and he tried to quickly sit up, pushing her off him.
“Ow Malfoy! Watch it!” she said in frustration as she stared at him from the floor with distaste.
“Are you alright?” She asked as her expression fell to concern “That was a pretty hard fall.”
“Yeah…yeah I think so.” He replied while rubbing his head “I’d ask if you were alright but seeing as I took the brunt of the fall for both of us, I’ll refrain.”
He took a moment to collect himself and stood up. Patting his pockets he pulled out his wand; thankful that it wasn’t broken after that whole ordeal, he placed it in the inside of his jacket. He could see Granger trying to stand up as well but she seemed to be struggling in her heels.
‘And that tight dress that showed off all of her curves…STOP IT!’
Draco closed his eyes to try and erase the thought from his mind. He looked back down at her and contemplated helping her up, but watching her struggle was far more entertaining.
‘It had been awhile since he’s had a dinner and a show. Speaking of show…where the hell is everyone? And where are all the tables?’
“Thanks for the help Malfoy!” he heard her utter in an annoyed tone. “What… what happened? Where is everyone?”
He noticed her heels thrown out on the floor. He assumed she threw them off to help her stand. She was looking around the room in shock. Draco shrugged his shoulder and looked around. The room was like a ghost town. Any evidence of a ball being thrown was gone. There were a few lit sconces illuminating the dark empty hall but that was it. No furniture, no people, no decorations, nothing. He tried to diapparate to Malfoy Manor but nothing happened.
‘What the bloody hell is happening?’
He started for the hall entrance.
“Where are you going” Hermione call out.
Stopping in his tracks he turned back to her.
“Too look around. What does it look like I’m doing? I can’t disapparate and I am guessing that you can’t either.” he replied in an obvious tone. “There has to be someone here that can tell us what happened. I for one don’t think we’ll find the answers sitting in an empty room; do you?”
“Well, no but-” she started to say, but Draco took that as a good enough answer and started to walk off again.
“WAIT!” she yelled. “I’m coming with you!”
Catching up to him, since he refused to stop again, they started walking together towards the hall entrance. Both couldn’t help but notice that the corridor, leading to the main entrance, looked oddly different, from when they arrived. Paintings that were hung earlier were no longer there. Furniture, that wasn’t there before, was now placed throughout.
They stepped outside into the fresh air and the darkness surrounded them instantly. There were no lights that lit up the path anymore. No ushers or guards standing outside. There was no one. Draco thought that maybe there were wards placed on the castle that prevented unwanted guests from apparating onto the property, so he ran down the path and slipped through the gates. He really hoped that he could get home to the Manor and forget this night even happened.
Looking down at his watch Draco noticed the time was still the same. 07:09pm. That was around the time he fell so unless it was a different day completely and they both slept through everything, that doesn’t explain how and why anyone would just leave them there and pack everything up around them. His head hurt in confusion. Too many questions ran through his brain at once.
‘Why didn’t anyone come looking for them?’
He tried to disapparate after leaving the confines of the property, but he still wasn’t able to. He asked Granger if she could try. She shook her head no after trying a few times. Giving up they walked back to The Castle.
The duo walked around in silence for about an hour and a half. After walking down so many corridors and into so many rooms, Draco had finally had enough. He was exhausted. His legs ached and his back still hurt from the fall. There was obviously no one else there, and there was no floo powder to be seen anywhere, so he sat down on a bench in the South Hall to relax for a minute.
“What are we going to do?” Granger asked
“Do you ever stop asking questions?” Draco replied with an annoyed tone.
“I like to think out loud okay? It helps me figure things out.”
“Well stop! It’s annoying! It’s bad enough to be stuck in an empty estate alone. It’s even worse when there is a toxic buzzing noise swimming in your ear asking stupid questions I don’t have the answers to!” Draco snapped.
He closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall. It was probably a bad decision, as doing so, prevented him from seeing the fiery brunette uncross her arms and pull out her wand from her handbag, pointing it right at his face. He felt the cool wood touch his chin and his eyes snapped open quickly.
“What in the bloody hell woman! What do you think you are doing?” he asked not taking his eyes off the wand.
“Listen here ferret! It’s not like I want to be stuck here with you either! You’re just as annoying to be around! I have had one of the worst nights and you are not making it any better with your pathetic nagging! I would rather not listen to a slimy cockroach complain about how I process things! We are GOING to figure out what happened and you are GOING to help me! Is that understood?” she finished her rant and stared him in the face with daggers. She didn’t remove the wand from his chin. She looked deadly serious, but Draco could still see the worry lines around her eyes. She looked tired and defeated.
‘They both did’ He thought.
“FINE! But don’t expect me to be happy about it. The only reason I am willing to help is to get you off my back. Also I want answers too. This…” he pointed to the wand “…is not going to make me help you any faster and it’s definitely not going to give us answers as to why there is not a soul in this place!”
She lowered her wand but still keep her enraged face on his.
“Now…” he continued as he stood up “We are both obviously tired. We should sleep on it and start fresh in the morning. We passed a few bedrooms on the way up here. We can back track and each pick a room.” He concluded.
“And how do I know you won’t just leave in the morning? Or that someone doesn’t come in in the morning, find me, and hauls me off to jail for trespassing? This could all be some sick twisted game you’re trying playing on me!” she asked now poking a finger at his chest. “If I find out, Malfoy, that this is some trick I swear-”
“You’ll just have to trust me.’ He interrupted “I promise I won’t leave and I promise this isn’t some game. Last thing I want or need is to be hexed or even punched by you again. My nose is still healing from that punch in third year.”
“Oh don’t be so dramatic. I didn’t hit you that hard…did I?
“You did. But don’t expect me to praise you on your punching arm. I’ve been hit by way worse.”
“Like a Hippogriff?” she asked folding her arms like she just won the argument.
“NO-” he didn’t have a chance to retort any further, before she continued.
“Whatever, it doesn’t matter anyway. You deserved what happened to you both times due to your stupidity. So if we are done with this conversation I’d like to go to bed.” She finished.
He was about to put her in her place but she started walking off in the wrong direction to the bedrooms.
“Granger…You’re going the wrong way.” He stated on an obvious way.
She stopped walking, turned on her heels and started walking the other way. She hit him with her shoulder as she passed by. Draco righted himself quickly. With a smug look on his face he started to follow her; with only the faint light of the sconces lighting the way.
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Saturday, April 6^th, 1912 08:42pm
Hermione stood in front of a bedroom door in the South Wing. She wanted to go in, she really did, but something was stopping her. She couldn’t pin point why she was reluctant to enter, but something just didn’t sit right with her. She turned to look at Draco, who stood in front of another bedroom door across the hall. He too looked hesitant to enter the chambers. Maybe the thought of sleeping alone in a huge castle, that neither of them knew well, made them both feel uncertain.
“Malfoy?” Hermione questioned. He turned around and looked at her. “This is going to sound weird, and do not take this the wrong way, but can you…uh…can you sleep in my room tonight?”
She saw him put on his famous Malfoy smirk. But even through the facade, she could see the unsureness in his eyes.
“Trying to get me into bed Granger? Didn’t know you felt that way about me. I knew there was a little lioness in you just waiting to release itself upon this amazing body.” he crossed his arms with his smirk still plastered on his face.
“Godric NO! Gross! I just…I just feel uncomfortable sleeping alone in a big place like this. There is no one to be found and it’s eerie. We still have yet to figure out what’s going on so just...Please?” she almost begged. She didn’t want to admit to him of all people, that she would feel safer with him in the room.
She heard him release a breath as he dropped the smirk. He walked over to her door and didn’t say a word. She knew that he too, didn’t feel comfortable being on his own.
‘Maybe he had changed. He wouldn’t have agreed to sleep in the same room as her, if he didn’t.’ She thought.
As they entered the large dark bedroom, the duo illuminated their wands to see the room clearer. There in the center, sat a queen size bed. The dark blue sheets with a white down comforter looked as if it had been untouched for a long time. Two large, throne like, chairs sat in front a fireplace. There were no benches or couches and she knew one of them would have to sleep on the floor.
Hermione walked up to the fireplace. Looking around and still not finding any floo powder she pointed her wand at the dusty, charred firewood.
“Incendio.”
The fireplace ignited, basking the room in a warm glow. She turned around and stood at the left side of the bed. Malfoy stood on the right.
“Right, so this is obviously going to happen- seeing as there is nowhere else to sleep.” Raising one of his hands from his crossed arms, he continued. “And before you try to argue that I sleep on the floor, I am going to just say that that is not going to happen. You are more that welcome to sleep on the floor but I am going to sleep on the bed. This is my family’s estate, so I have every right to sleep where I want. ”
Not in the mood to argue anymore and really not wanting to sleep on the hard floor, she nodded her head in agreement. Still in her dress she placed her heels she was carrying on the floor and started to climb into bed. She laid as close to the edge as comfortably possible and she watched as Malfoy kicked off his shoes all while taking off his jacket and undoing his tie. He placed them on the end of the bed and started to unbutton the top half of his dress shirt, stopping after three buttons.
‘Why does he look so good doing that? …STOP IT! He’s foul.’
“This will not be mentioned ever again. Do you hear me Granger? This gets out to no one.”
“Don’t worry Malfoy. I would rather not let anyone know I shared a bed with you. That’s more hassle than its worth.”
He shook his head and climbed into bed. They both laid there staring at the ceiling; neither of them able to fall asleep right away. Hermione turned her head to look at the blonde lying next to her. He wasn’t as close to the edge like she was but he was still a good distance away from her.
“Malfoy?” She waited a moment to see if he would acknowledge her.
“Hmm?” she heard him reply.
“Thank you…you know…for doing this.”
Still not looking at her, he nodded his head before turning over to face to opposite wall. She had a small smile placed on her lips as she turned over to face the fireplace. She closed her eyes while listening to the crackle of the fire and drifted off to sleep.
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