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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
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7.

Hermione pressed her hands against her knees to keep them from bouncing as she sat on the couch waiting for Draco to join her.

He'd insisted they needed tea before they could begin, and had gone down to the kitchens to ask the house elves to prepare some for them.

She was excited and nervous, her head filled with questions. Though she wasn't really sure she wanted the answers to some of them, while others she was dying to know.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the door to the common room opened and Draco entered, floating two trays in front of him. The first had a steaming pot of tea and two cups, the second was filled with plates of pettifores, biscuits and truffles.

"I thought you were just going down to the kitchen for tea." Hermione gasped as he set the trays down on the coffee table in front of her.

He shrugged as he sat down next to her on the couch. "House elves tend to go over board when you ask for something nicely." He admitted.

Hermione felt her jaw slack. The thought of Draco Malfoy being nice to House elves was almost to much to believe. She had to remind herself that the blond sitting beside her had been raised differently then the pretentious little ferret she had grown up with.

"So where do you want to start?" He asked as leaned forward and poured them both a cup of tea, adding a single sugar to Hermione's before handing it to her.

"Thank you. I thought we'd start with something simple." She said, taking the offered tea cup. "Like, how did we become friends with Luna?"

Draco frowned slightly and sipped his tea. "Before I start, can I ask you a question?"

She nodded."Yeah, of course."

"When did you loose your memory?"

Hermione frowned, her eyes darting to the swirling liquid in her cup. She wondered how many time she was going to be faced with the decision of telling the truth or lying. "When I woke up that night after the sorting ceremony." She finally admitted. The fewer lies she told him the fewer she'd have to remember later.

Draco frowned. "But when you came down stairs you knew who I was, who Potter and Weasley were."

"It's complicated Draco, really really complicated, and I don't know how to explain it. I know who almost everyone at this school is, but I don't know anything about them."

"Okay, I can take that answer. I guess it's time for me to live up to my end. Becoming friends with Luna was your fault. Not that I mind, she's a riot and you're never bored when Luna's around. By our second year you'd come to loath everything about the Marauders, and the way they went out of their way to pick on people different them themselves. Luna had become a prime target for the Weasley twins because of how off she can be. You caught them pranking her and I thought you were going to curse them inside out. It was funny. After that the three of us became kind of inseparable."

Hermione couldn't help but smile at thought. She was very fond of Fred and George, but she was well aware of how cruel their pranks could be. "But didn't the other Slytherins think it was strange that you were friends with a Gryffindor and a Ravenclaw?"

He shrugged. "I can bullshit better then most of them can, they have no idea why I really do what I do."

"So you lie to them?"

"Wouldn't you?"

"I guess. Do you know who my other friends are?"

"Ginny Weasley and Becka Black, though half the time I think they think of you as a charity case. Though you disagree with me. I suppose you could list Longbottom on your list of friends, since you call him by his first name. But I think you're crazy for trusting him."

Hermione nodded, so she was friends with Sirius' daughter. "What do you know about Becka Black?"

"Her mother's French, part Veela too from what I hear. Which would explain why most of the guys in this school fawn over her like lovesick puppies."

Hermione raised an eyebrow, remembering how Ron had drooled over Fluer during the tri-wizard tournament. She'd only seen Becka Black at meals but it didn't appear that Harry, Ron, or even the over sensual Neville were smitten with her. "So why aren't you drooling over her?"

"Other then the fact that she's my cousin? I don't know. Too strong willed maybe."

"Okay, so if you're not smitten with the Veela Black, then who are you dating?"

"I'm not."

"Why not? I mean, you're good looking, you dress impeccably, and despite your seeming anger issues I can't see why any girl you set your eyes on wouldn't faint at getting your attention." Hermione pressed. She had always pictured Draco Malfoy as a skirt chaser but time and time again the new version of the blond had amazed her.

His grey depths met her brown ones, the heat in his gaze spreading across her like a fire. "I have no reason to give other girls my attention. I have the attention of the only girl that has ever mattered to me."

Oh Merlin, I think he just admitted to liking me. Not good Hermione, not good. Take the conversation somewhere else, stop talking about this before something stupid happens. Her mind screamed. "What do your parents do for a living?"

Draco's gaze didn't waver, even at the change of subject. "Mom stays home and watches after the estate, my father died when I was little."

"I'm sorry to hear that." So Lucius Malfoy was dead, that explained a few things, though now she was itching to find out how the bastard finally met his end.

"Don't be, I was too young when he died to really remember him, but everyone said he was a cold hearted, arrogant prat. So I'm actually glad I didn't get a chance to get to know him. Plus, I had my Godfather. Severus helped my mother raise me after my father died. Despite the way he acts when he's teaching, he's really a great guy."

She nodded, that explained Snape's attitude towards her as well as why Draco edged between anger and depression so easily, as both seemed to be traits Snape possessed. "It must have been hard, taking care of you and your mom on a professor's wage."

Draco laughed. "My mom and I have money, the good thing about being pure blood is that you end up with family fortunes made long ago when wizards didn't have such high moral standards about using magic."

"Oh, I just figured, you know, because when ever you describe Potter and Weasley you use the word rich..."

"That I'm lacking in funds myself? Yeah, I can understand that. No, I have money, and according to you good looks. I guess the line between Potter and I is family. Potter's dad is a head Auror and my family history is littered with dark wizards. I mean really, most girls are going to choose the dashing white night over the dark and brooding one." His gaze finally fell from hers to stare into his tea cup.

Hermione inhaled deeply, his gaze had been so intense that there had been times she'd forgotten to breath all together, so she was glad for the reprieve. "So why don't you ever fight back when Potter and Weasley pick on you?"

"Next question." He stated in an even tone as he sipped his tea.

"Hey, you said you wouldn't lie to me."

"And I'm not. I'm choosing not to answer."

Hermione frowned, he'd been upfront with everything until this point, even basically admitting to her that he had feelings for her. But the moment she brought up his lack of fighting prowess he shut her down. "Why not?"

"You have things you don't want to disclose with me, and I have things I don't tell anyone. Not even you. I'm sorry 'Mione but that's not something you have ever known, and no matter how close we are it's not something I want you to ever have to know."

She frowned but didn't push the issue, after all, what right did she have to push him to reveal all of his secrets when she wasn't telling him the whole truth either. "Why do the Marauders hate you so much?"

"There are a couple of reasons. Part of it is family rivalry, part of it has to do with who my godfather is, and part of it has to do with things that happened when we were kids. It all adds up to making me their preferred target."

Hermione sighed and sipped her tea. "Not going to regale me with any stories as to how those things add up huh?"

"I'm not much of a story teller unless I'm lying." Draco admitted.

She raised an eyebrow as she picked up chocolate raspberry pettifore. "So then what do we usually talk about?"

"Current things. Classes, tests. You know my past is hard for me to talk about, despite being a pure blood rich boy I don't have the perfect life."

"I don't think anyone's life is perfect Draco. I mean if your dad didn't die he would probably have pushed the dark arts on you your whole life, you'd always be trying to meet impossible expectation to try and gain his love and respect, we never would have become friends. Heck, you'd hate me on principle because of my blood. The other Slytherin's would love you, worship the ground you walked on, but I don't think you'd be happy. You'd treat everyone like crap, and just basically be a bastard yourself."

"Wow, that example of me if very... specific." Draco chuckled. "You really think that's what I'd be like if my dad had lived?"

Hermione blushed softly. "Call it a gut feeling."

"I don't think I could imagine my life being like that." He watched her in silence for several long minutes before leaning toward her. "Hermione, how do you feel about me?"

She felt her blush intensify, all the heat in her body rushing to her cheeks. "I don't know. I don't really know you, I can't remember any of our time together remember."

He frowned slightly but didn't sit back. "What's your gut feeling?"

Clearing her throat, Hermione tried to look anywhere but in his eyes, which once again swirled with the indescribable heat. "I, ah, I think I want to ask you about the Yule Ball, who did I go with?"

She watched as his eyes lost their intensity, clouding slightly as memories drifted into his thoughts. "Wish I could say it was me, but you ended up going with Viktor Krum. So Luna and I went together."

Hermione made a mental note to look up the event in her journal, to find out if she and Viktor were as close in the new past as they had been in her past.

"You looked beautiful. It was the first time you let Becka help you with your hair, you wore these stunning amethyst robes, I think every guy there was taken with you. I know that was the day Potter really started pushing for the two of you to get together."

"And what about you? Was that the day you were taken with me?"

He chuckled and set down his empty tea cup. "I didn't need to see you in Fancy dress robes to know how beautiful you are."

Could he be any more upfront with how he feels? The blush that had been fading from her cheeks returned full force. Clearing her throat she turned her gaze into her nearly empty cup. "You were really angry when you found out I couldn't remember any of our past. But you're not angry now."

"I wasn't angry at you. I was angry at the situation. I'd planned on finally admitting how I felt about you, I was going to ask you out this weekend. Because I knew I was running out of time. If I didn't tell you soon, the school year would be over and we'd be off on our separate ways. Then, the same day I planned on telling you everything, our entire friendship gets wiped from your head. I've been racking my brain all day to figure out how Potter managed to put a memory charm on you. When he would have had enough time alone with you to cast that kind of magic, Merlin, where he could have learned it."

Her eyes snapped up to meet his. "It wasn't Potter, I'm not under a memory charm." She told him honestly. "Professor Dumbledore and I talked this morning about what's wrong with me. He said it's because of the dreams I've been having since my first year."

"The dream? Does he know how to fix it?" Draco pressed.

Hermione shook her head, letting out a soft sad sigh. "There's no way to reverse it."

She watched as his eyes darkened, storm clouds of emotion swirling inside a calculating expression. "I'll borrow Severus' pensieve. Put all of my memories with you in them into it and then you can watch them and know exactly what's happened over the years. I can ask Luna to do it as well."

Hermione was taken aback, he offered up every single memory he had that she was in, which would be months worth of conversations and study groups, more if they kept in touch over Holiday. "Thank you Draco. I might take you up on that. But I think I want to go through my journal first. Read about my life through my eyes before I see it through yours."

Draco nodded. "If you have any other questions, I'll be more then happy to answer them."

"Alright." The image of blood dripping from his finger tips suddenly assaulted her memory. "Here's one, how often do you break your hand against stone walls?"

He chuckled and examined the scarring on the knuckles of his right hand. "Not as often as I use to. Third year I got a 'mysterious' Christmas present. A high quality, dirt filled, leather punching bag. To this day the sender refuses to admit she gave it to me. But I know her well enough to know she hated the fact that on a bad day I could break every bone in my hand."

Hermione didn't need him to tell her that she had gotten him the punching bag. It was something she'd do. She vaguely remembered seeing the black leather bag hanging in the corner of his room the night before. "Why didn't anyone get you one before that?"

"Well, physical violence isn't accepted in the Wizarding world. Plus, I didn't start hitting walls until Hogwarts. Home is relatively peaceful, I kept to myself during the holidays at first. Now most of my summers and even half my Christmases are spent with you and Luna. Sometimes we're at the manor, but usually we're out exploring the muggle world. I'm probably on of the only pure bloods in England who could walk into muggle London and fit in. Luna never stands out the way a lot of wizards do, she just stands out the way Luna always stands out."

A giggle bubbled out of her chest as a mental image of Luna trying to pass as a muggle filled her head, most people didn't think Luna was able to pass as a wizard with her choice of robes and jewelry. "That memory, I wouldn't mind viewing. Since I don't know when the next time I'll get to see Luna in muggle clothes will be."

He nodded. "I'll talk to Severus later. He'll want to know what's going on anyway. He tends to worry."

"I think it's sweet that he worries about you like that."

"I think I'm glad he doesn't hold the ineptness of our potions partners against us. He'd kill me if he had to give me less then an E. Though honestly I think he would kill me if I ever got below an O. He'd have considered it a personal slight against him if I wasn't any good at potions."

"Sounds very parental to me. Though I bet he would still be happy for you even if you weren't the best in potions brewing."

"Maybe. But potions are the only thing that are really open to me. That or a career in Quidditch. But I don't honestly think I'd want to try and be a seeker professionally. Some of those games can go on for days, and it's not exactly a career conducive to having a family."

Draco Malfoy, family man, yet another concept that Hermione had never really pictured the blond having any interest in. "So you plan on become a potions master after Hogwarts, are you going to try for potions professor like Snape?"

"I thought about it. But I think I'd much rather spend my life brewing potions for St. Mungo's or trying to find a cure for lycanthropy."

"Those are very noble aspirations."

He shrugged. "It's worth doing. And maybe if I do enough good in my life, my kids wont have to deal with the same prejudices I've had over my head."

"You mean about your father being a dark wizard?"

"People act like, just because my old man was an evil piece of work that I'm going to be. One of my first memories was of an old woman telling my mother that I was destined to be a dark wizard just like my father and that no one wanted my kind around. I think I was probably four."

"What a horrible thing to say."

"My mom always told me I'd have to work twice as hard to prove myself. That the world would always see me as Lucius Malfoy's son first, and my own person second. Of course she also said hardships make you into a stronger person. Which is why my Aunt Bellatrix was so vapid and self righteous while my Aunt Andromeda became a wonderful person. One chose the easy road and the other the harder."

It was strange to think that Draco and his mother were on speaking terms with Andromeda Tonks, or that he might even be friendly with his cousin. "Do you think you're happier now then you would have been if your father had lived? If he'd never been discovered as being a dark wizard or managed to bluff his way out of people thinking he was?"

"I don't know. I mean, if how you think I would be if my father lived is how it would be, I think I'm better off the way I am. I might not be adored by my fellow house mates, but I have two good friends who I trust and who trust me. I couldn't imagine never trusting anyone."

"You're honestly telling me that you prefer being picked on by a couple of Gryffindors to being the Prince of Slytherin?" She pressed.

"The Prince of Slytherin huh? Sounds like an underhanded way of saying biggest prick in the school. Maybe we should give the title to Potter."

Hermione couldn't help but giggle. The idea of Harry, who had always been called 'The Golden Boy of Gryffindor' changing his title to 'Prince of Slytherin' was incredibly ludicrous. Yet the idea of calling this new Draco by the same name was equally preposterous. The new Draco Malfoy was kind, sweet, honest with her; though she was willing to bet she was one of the few he didn't lie to. He was everything the old Malfoy could never have been. This Malfoy was also in love with her, which she found unnerving, but at the same time incredibly sweet. Ron had always been bad with expressing how he felt. So bad in fact, that some times she wanted to throttle him. Draco didn't seem to have that problem, as everyone knew how he felt about her, and apparently how she felt about him. However he also admitted that their conversation today was the first time he'd actually told her how he'd felt. "I don't think the Slytherins would accept him as their prince. He was sorted into Gryffindor for a reason."

"I'm still trying to figure that one out."

"Well, why were you sorted into Slytherin? I bet you would have done just find in Ravenclaw."

"Honestly, I always figured it was because of my family. Both my parents were Slytherin, Severus is the head of house, I can lie through my teeth believably. I wanted to be put in Ravenclaw actually. If I was sorted into any house but Slytherin it would prove I wasn't destined to be a dark wizard. But Severus pointed out, that while a lot of dark wizards come from Slytherin, not all of them do, and not all Slytherins turn into dark wizards. Just because your sly doesn't make you a bad person."

"Just like being brave doesn't make you a good person. You can be brave and be bad. Is that what you're saying?"

"Pretty much. The hat sorts by personality, not by whether you're good or bad."

"I can agree with that."

The old grandfather clock beside the door began to ring the hour, each low resonating bong Hermione realized that more time had gone by then she had thought. Somehow, in the midst of their conversation she had missed the chime ringing out five O'clock.

No sooner had the sixth chime faded then there was a knock on the door, followed by it swinging open and Luna walking in. "It's time for dinner."

"Good evening Luna, how was your afternoon?" Hermione asked, a little disappointed that her time alone with Draco had come to an end. At least for the moment, she had to remind herself that she and the blond were Heads, and thus he would never be more then a staircase away after classes.

"Boring. I wanted to come and study with you and Dracy, but he said you had something important to talk about. So are you two a couple yet?" Luna asked dreamily

Hermione felt her cheeks heat for the twentieth time that afternoon. "It wasn't anything like that Luna."

Draco cleared his throat, and Hermione glanced at him just in time to notice that his pale cheeks were also dusted pink. "Luna, Hermione lost her memories. She knows who we are, but she doesn't remember any of the things we have done together." His voice was laced with pain as he explained the situation to the other blond. Honestly she couldn't blame him, she felt the same pain every time she talked to Harry and Ron.

Luna looked confused. "Was it Wrackspurts? They can get you if you're not careful."

"It's not Wrackspurts Luna." Hermione assured her. "It's some kind of ancient magic that I was just unlucky enough to stumble upon. Dumbledore said there is nothing I can do to change or fix it. It just is what it is, so I'm going to need you and Draco to help me by telling me things I need to remember."

"Oh. We always root for Draco during Quidditch. Even if he's playing against our houses."

Hermione giggled softly, Luna always had a way of stating things that didn't seem important until she said them. "And is Draco good at Quidditch?" She asked as she stood up, setting her tea cup next to Draco's on the tray.

"He's not bad. I'm sure he'll do better now that the twins aren't here to try and break his skull open."

The brunette turned to Draco who was also standing. "The twins tried to crack your skull?"

"Only during Gryffindor, Slytherin games. They liked to see if they couldn't get both bludgers coming at me at the same time."

"You should be glad you can't remember the time they actually did manage to get him. You flipped out."

"Luna, I think there are some things that she doesn't need to be reminded about." Draco offered. "Come on, we're already late for dinner."

Hermione nodded, making a mental note to check her journal for the incident. She'd always hated the bludgers, she remembered how nauseated and frightened she'd been when Harry had gotten hit with one during second year. She couldn't imagine watching someone she cared about being struck with two at once.

The three walked silently down to the Great Hall before saying their good-byes and finding their way to their separate tables. Talking with Draco had answered a lot of questions, but had sparked even more. Questions she didn't feel she could ask him, and questions she knew he wouldn't answer. If she wasn't going to be able to find a way to reverse what she'd done, then she would just have to spend her time finding out everything there was to find out about Draco Malfoy.
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