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Hermione Granger and the wishing stone	By : fatedsoul Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 33389 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the characters or the world and I am making no money off this story. I just think it's fun to Play with poor little Draco and Hermione. ^^

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Draco stared down at Hermione, his mind slowly taking in the last thing she had said before she passed out. She didn't remember anything? Did that mean that someone had cast a memory charm on her? It was a dirty move for even the Marauders, but he wouldn't have put it past them.

Picking up his wand from where it lay he cast a lightening charm on her before scooping her off the bed and back into his arms. He had to take her to Madam Pomfrey.

The halls were deserted as he made his way from the Head's quarters to the infirmary. The silence stirred thoughts and memories to the surface of his mind, things he didn't want to have to think about as he carried his closest friend's unconscious body.

Hermione had been the only person he could confide in, the other Slytherins never understood why he never put Potter and Weasley in their places, in truth, the only people in the school that knew why were the Professors, and Professors Snape and Dumbledore had sworn them all to secrecy. But Hermione had accepted him, even accepted the fact that he never told her why the magic he cast was so limited, why he never fought. He told grand lies to the other members of his house about how he only took the abuse to tarnish the perfect names of Potter, Longbottom, and Weasley, they would have shunned him if they'd known that he took every blow, every hex because he had no choice.

He pushed the door to the infirmary open with his back, careful not to let the heavy expanse of wood touch the prone figure in his arms, his eyes moving across the lovely face of the girl he cared most about. If she had been cursed with a memory charm, if Madam Pomfrey or Dumbledore couldn't help her, if he lost her after everything they had been through together, he didn't know if he could deal with it. His heart ached at the very thought.

"Madam Pomfrey!" He called, walking across the hospital wing to place Hermione on the closest bed. "Madam Pomfrey, I need you're help."

Pomfrey exited her quarters in the back of the infirmary, still wearing her night gown, and looked at Draco. "What is it Mister Malfoy?"

"It's Hermione. She was having trouble breathing then said she didn't remember anything and then just passed out. Something's wrong with her."

The medi-which frowned a drew her wand, casting a few diagnostic spells to try and pinpoint what had happened to the girl laying so peacefully on the bed. Shaking her head she finally looked up from her work. "I'll call for Professor Dumbledore. But for now she needs rest."

Draco nodded once, pulling one of the chairs that sat against the wall over to her bedside. "If you don't mind Ma'am, I'd like to stay here with her. She's done the same for me countless times."

The older woman nodded. "Just don't disturb her." Without another word she turned and disappeared back into her office, leaving the two alone in the empty infirmary.

Draco placed his palm on Hermione's forehead before brushing a few stray strands of hair from around her face. "Please be okay 'Mione. I don't know what I'll do without you."

*

Hermione slowly opened her eyes, her head was still spinning. Glancing around she realized that she was in the hospital wing, Draco fast asleep in the chair beside her. She vaguely remembered going to his room the night before to ask him about the day they became friends. She'd been hyperventilating, her chest had been so tight. There were still parallels, she had realized, places where events happened exactly like the events in her timeline, like Lily, James, and Snape, and then there were places where an event couldn't be the same because of the wish she had made. Like the day she became friends with Ron and Harry. Without the troll being let into the school Harry and Ron had no reason to feel badly for calling her names or to go after her and save her. So instead, in this world she had created it was a bullied Draco Malfoy that had found her in the girl's bathroom, had comforted her and befriended her.

Her eyes moved back to the blond boy sleeping in the chair next to her. The Draco Malfoy of this new timeline was a mystery she was finding even larger then her own past. He was by no means calm, and unlike the Malfoy she'd loathed so completely, he didn't seem to be able to hide his emotions very well. He was also a great deal less self assured then her time line's version, something that showed in the lack of presence he seemed to have with the other Slytherins. He still dressed well however, and the things in his room appeared to be relatively high end, though she had to admit that, if this version on Draco Malfoy was rich he did a much better job of not showing it off.

The door to the infirmary opened slowly, revealing the tall thin frame of Dumbledore.

He was silent as he crossed the room, moving with the kind of grace that Hermione was always amazed the elderly man could posses. Placing a hand on Draco's shoulder, he roused the blond gently. "Mr. Malfoy, I believe it is time you begin preparing for the days classes. Ms. Granger will be along shortly I am sure."

Despite the gentleness in Dumbledore's voice and touch Draco woke with a start, his gaze instantly snapping to Hermione. "Thank Merlin 'Mione. You scared me to death last night." Only after he seemed to be convinced that she looked alright did his gaze turn to the Professor beside him. "Yes Sir." He agreed with a small nod.

The older man lifted his hand from the blonde's shoulder as he stood, smiling the kind understanding smile that Hermione had seen him use with Harry so often.

"I'll see you soon Hermione." Draco assured her before padding across the room and out the door.

Hermione and Dumbledore both watched him go before the older man took up the seat that Draco had just vacated. "I have been waiting for this day since the beginning of your first year here." He admitted idly.

"Sir?" Hermione questioned, confusion coloring her almond colored eyes.

"When you arrived here you began to have vivid dreams of wondering through a snow storm toward a bright glowing light. They were so frightening for you that you confided in Professor McGonagall about them, who in turn informed me. It took me months of research to uncover the meaning of your dream, but after I discovered the answer, I must admit, I was brimming with curiosity."

Hermione frowned, Luna and Draco had both mentioned her having a recurring bad dream, though she could not recall actually having the dream herself, or having dreamt at all the past two days for that matter. "What does it mean?" She finally asked.

Dumbledore smiles warmly at her. "That you invoked a powerful magic artifact that somehow changed the course of history."

Relief flooded Hermione. "I didn't mean to Professor. Harry and I found it in this cave. It was snowing and cold and we went into it to get out of the elements and he and I were talking and then all the sudden it started glowing so brightly that I couldn't see anything and then all of a sudden I woke up here in Hogwarts and everything was completely different." The words left her in a rush.

He smiled kindly at her. "If you wish to tell me about the world you came from I would be more then happy to listen." He offered.

Taking a deep breath to center herself and organized her thoughts, Hermione began weaving her tail of friendship, danger and a truly malevolent dark lord. When she was done she looked up into the old weathered face and waited for his response.

Dumbledore stroked his long white beard in thought, his gaze distant as he took in the wealth of information she had given him. Finally, when Hermione thought she would go mad with the anticipation, he spoke. "It sounds like the world had been very dark before you chose to change it."

"Does that mean that the world I came from... it... it no longer exists?" Even as she asked the question she felt her heart break at the thought.

"I'm afraid not. In that one instant you recreated a new past, and thus a new future, for yourself and everyone who's lives were touch by Tom Riddle."

"I didn't mean to Professor. I know first hand that you shouldn't play with time magic. I just want to know how to fix it."

"Why do you want to fix it?" Dumbledore asked, a single eyebrow raising behind his half moon spectacles. "I thought you would be happy that you saved so many lives."

Hermione felt heat rush to her cheeks, in the real world, the one that was suppose to be, Dubledore was dead and she had just told him that she wanted to return to a place where he still was. "It's not that Professor. It's just that, everything I know never happened. My best friend wants in my pants, my boyfriend is a complete git as well as a bully... the biggest jerk in the whole school is sweet and protective of me. The only thing that remained the same is my house. I don't remember anything about this new present at all."

Dumbledore smiled at her, the kind knowing smile that he had always reserved for Harry. "Then that's half the adventure isn't it Ms. Granger? Uncovering the world you created."

Hermione let out a long sigh. "But Professor, how am I suppose to do that? I have the journal I kept, but that's six years of entries that I have to read through. And the whole time I have to pretend I know what's going on... when I don't even know what kind of relationship Malfoy and I have, and it hurts my heart every time Harry or Ron opens their mouths. None of these people are the people I remember Professor. I don't know how to act around them, I don't know what to say. I don't remember any of them the way they remember me. I'm not even the same person they remember."

"You have two choices Ms. Granger, you can either try and pretend that you remember everything or you can admit to remembering nothing, allow your friends to help you learn about yourself, and in turn learn about them. Perhaps in doing so you will find the good in Mr. Potter, and understand the kindness of Mr. Malfoy. But the choice is yours. Now I really must be preparing for breakfast, and so should you." Standing he patted her arm and granted her another of his overly understanding smiles before leaving her alone with her thoughts.

Hermione was half numb as she left the hospital wing and headed back to the heads' dorm. He was right of course, and if there was no way back to the world she knew... if that world no longer existed... Then she was going to need to find her place in this world. If she continued to pretend that she knew what was going on she would end up making mistakes, questions would come up that she wouldn't know the answers to. It was best that she admit to everyone that thought they knew her that she couldn't remember any of them for who they were.

But how could she say something like that to Draco? It was obvious that they were close, perhaps closer then she and Harry had ever been, or even she and Ron. Draco was her intellectual equal, he didn't need her to help him with class work, or push him to study for important tests. He needed her protection, whether he'd admit it or not, because it seemed that despite his obvious ability to feel anger he was a pacifist. That was the one thing she couldn't understand. Draco had always been quick with hexes and jinxes. But from everything she had heard, that wasn't the case now.

When she entered the common room she found the blond pacing the length of the room, his hair was still damp, small drops of water gathering at the end of the pony tail that was tied tightly at the base of his head.

When he saw her he visibly relaxed, the tension releasing from his shoulders. "Hermione, is everything alright?"

She bit her bottom lip, it was now or never, she had to do the best thing for both of them. "Draco, we need to talk."

Fear filtered into his eyes, his fingers curling and uncurling at his sides. "What's wrong?"

Hermione felt her resolve slipping and gathered every ounce of Gryffindor courage she had in order to speak again. "I don't, I don't remember anything about my life."

She watched as something inside of the blond shattered before the cool mask she had always associated with him slipped over his features. "I see."

Something inside Hermione cried at the sight, a lingering, lost memory of who she was suppose to be in the world she created hated seeing him like that. "But I want to, desperately. I just, I need your help Draco. I thought I could do it on my own, by reading through my journal, but I'm so lost. I need your help."

Draco closed his eyes and Hermione thought her heart would stop if he refused. "You know I'm always here for you 'Mione." He finally stated.

"Thank you Draco. After classes today maybe we can spend some time talking. I can ask you questions about you and me."

He nodded. "Speaking of class, if you don't hurry and get ready we'll miss breakfast." He stated. His voice was unnervingly even and emotionless.

She smiled at him, "Okay. I'll be ready soon." Moving past him she hurried up the stairs to her room to gather her robes.

No sooner had the door clicked closed then she heard him scream. It was a sound of anger, frustration, and sorrow, more of a roar then a human sound. Part of her wondered if the Draco Malfoy she remembered screamed like that when things were going badly. It sounded strangely dangerous, almost dark, and yet it made her heart ache for him.

Gathering her robes she practically ran down the stairs, she tried to tell herself it was because she was running late, but she knew it was because she was worried about him.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs Hermione gasped.

Draco stood on the far side of the room near the door, his left hand and forehead pressed against the wall. His right hand dangled at his side, blood bubbling from broken and split knuckles and slipping down pale fingers to gather at their tips before falling like thick red tears to the floor.

"Draco, your hand." She gasped

He looked over his shoulder at her and then down at his hand. "It's fine."

"No it's not." Dropping her school robes in front of the bathroom door she moved across the room and reached out to take his hand.

He flinched slightly but didn't pull away. "It happens a lot." He admitted, his gaze turning away from her. "You've seen it before."

Frowning she looked from his hand to the fresh red stain on the wall in front of him. "Well it wouldn't if you stopped punching walls." Not a pacifist then, she realized.

He chuckled. "You've said that before too."

"Good. The point still stands." Taking her wand out of the waist band of her pajama pants she cast a simple healing charm and watched as the broken skin and bone repaired itself.

Turning to face her, his fingers wrapped around her hand, his left hand going to her shoulder. "Hermione, don't tell anyone else you lost your memory okay? Potter and his friends will lie to you, to try and get you to date him."

Hermione felt heat and color rush to her cheeks as her eyes lingered on her hand wrapped in his. Even through the blood that still covered them, she could see the scares that covered his knuckles. It seemed hitting walls was his way of dealing with stress and anger, and had been for quiet some time. When his words finally registered, she lifted her gaze to search his storm cloud eyes. "Why would I want to date Harry Potter? I have absolutely no romantic interest in him what so ever." It wasn't a lie, she'd always seen Harry as more of a brother then anything else.

Draco smiled. "At least there are some things you seem to remember okay. But I'd still feel better if you didn't tell anyone else."

"Alright Draco. I wont tell anyone else that I can't remember. But you're going to have to work double time to fill in all the blanks for me, and no lying." She stated, returning the smile. "Now I should go take a shower. No more hitting walls."

He nodded and released her hand. He seemed more relaxed. Whether it was from pummeling his knuckles to dust against a stone wall or because she told him she wasn't attracted to Harry she didn't know.

Practically running into the bathroom Hermione rushed through her morning routine, she hated running late, but at the same time she wanted the day to be over. She had a million questions she wanted to ask, about herself, about him, about the people around them. She still planned on reading through her journal, but talking to Draco would create a wealth of information. Then, after she learned everything she could about the world she created, she'd know whether or not to change it back. To take away the lives she had given by making a single wish.

*

Hermione sat down for lunch, more then aware that a pair of pale grey eyes were watching her every move. He'd been by her side constantly, even convincing Professor Snape that because of how badly their potions partners were at brewing potions that it would be better for all parties if they worked in a group of four so that he and Hermione could both instruct them. It was endearing how protective he was being of her, though at the same time, it could get a little annoying.

She felt someone sit beside her and turned to find herself looking at a pair of expectant brown eyes. "Did you two finally just get together?" Ginny demanded.

Hermione felt herself blush deep red. "What are you talking about?"

Ginny grinned. "You and hotty blondy. He's been acting even more possessive of you then usual. I just figured you two finally stopped pretending that your relationship was purely friendly and admitted to being hot for one another."

Hermione gaped at the the redhead. "Ginny. Draco and I are just friends."

"Well in that case you should come to the fall social with me." Harry's voice emanated from behind her.

Hermione turned around so quickly she felt her head swim as she looked up into a pair of sparkling green eyes. "Why would I want to go to the social with you?"

"Because I asked." He stated smiling at her as he sat on her other side.

"You're going to piss Malfoy off Harry." Ginny warned.

He laughed. "So? What's Mopey going to do? Yell? Tell Professor Snape on me?" Still grinning he moved to put his arm around Hermione's shoulders. "So what do you say Granger, go with me to the social?"

Hermione frowned, she knew she shouldn't be so upset that Harry thought so little of Draco. Even in the real world the two hated each other. But the conversation was so similar to the way that Malfoy use to talk about Harry that she felt her temper boil over. "No I will not go to the social with you, and if you even want to be friends with me Harry James Potter I suggest you seriously adjust your attitude. Ginny, next time you want to talk make sure you leave Potter some place else." Scowling she stood up, piled a few sandwiches and some chips onto her plate, picked up a carafe of pumpkin juice and stormed out of the great hall.

She was so perturbed as she walked out that she didn't see the signature Malfoy smirk that pulled at Draco's lips, his eyes locked on the stunned features of Harry Potter.
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