1912 Present meet Past *UNDER CONSTRUCTION* | By : Luckycharms Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 9- Make Each Day Count
Tuesday, April 9th, 1912 01:22am
Draco laid in bed with an arm behind his head, staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t get over what he had done earlier. He thought it had all been a dream but the fact that Granger was asleep on his chest proved that it wasn’t. They had had a fight, if you wanted to call it that. He told her that their kiss meant nothing to him and he didn’t like her. But he did.
He realized it in the restaurant when they were eavesdropping on the couple. Dimitra had told Robert that she would choose him always; even though he was a muggle and she was a pureblood. He wanted that. He wanted to be able to choose who he married even if they were of a lower blood status. He had thought about all the women in his life that he could see himself with, but only one person kept popping up at the forefront of his mind. Hermione Granger.
He couldn’t admit to the Gryffindor that he was starting to fall for her; let alone admit it to himself. He denied it all day; making up every excuse in the book. But then she brought up the kiss and he panicked. They had only been stuck together for a few days. It was too soon to have feeling for her. Then again he never had feelings for another girl before, it was all new to him; it terrified him. How was he supposed to know if it was too soon? He had known the girl for years, so it wasn’t like she was some stranger. But his family would disapprove; possibly even disown him if they found out.
He was fine all day until she brought up the topic he was trying so hard to avoid. But as soon as his defense told her it meant nothing; he saw the frown form on her perfect lips. She didn’t even try to hide it. He couldn’t help but instantly regret saying anything. He wondered though, for a moment, if she liked him. So he asked her but she ignored him; which just pissed him off more. He had to know and he had to know right then and there. He didn’t care about his parent’s reaction anymore. He didn’t care if he was banished off the family tree. He only wanted her, but if she didn’t like him back, he would have to find a way to get over his new found feelings. He was dumbfound when she scream ‘I don’t know’. He wasn’t expecting that answer. It wasn’t what he wanted to hear. What made it worse was she then tried to walk away from him and his anger got the better of him.
He let slip a face of doubt, when he grabbed her arm; he didn’t mean to scare her. Quickly realizing his mistake he fixed the expression and asked her the question again. He expected her to yell at him, hit him, hex him, something, but she didn’t. Instead, she told him yes. That was the answer he had practically begged for. So he did the only thing he could think of, before she could change her mind. He kissed her; again. It was so fast and hard but he was desperate to get close to her. He was desperate for her. However, the kiss got out of hand and it turned into more than he anticipated.
He didn’t want to fuck her. Not right away at least. He wanted to show her something he doubted she had ever seen or felt before. He wanted to take care of her and he had; not even worrying about his raging hard on that started to hurt. What he did, was about her. That moment, was for her and he couldn’t have been happier.
He knew he had changed since the war but he never thought he had change that much. He was still a prick and he was still broken, but the woman that lay in his arms at the moment was slowly fixing him, without even realizing she was doing it. He never once thought that he would ever be this close to the brunette. If anyone had told him he would be stuck in the past, with his ex-enemy, and like it; he would have punched them in the face. Draco however, didn’t know where they stood with each other. They had had a very hot, very steamy, snogging session; but he was still confused.
‘Could they go further next time? Would there be a next time? Were they officially together now or were they just ‘friends with benefits’? Would he make a good boyfriend? What about Astoria? What about his parents? What about the contract that forced him into a marriage in order to take over as Head of Household?’
He couldn’t take the questions that ran through his head anymore, so Draco slowly eased his arm out from under the sleeping girl, careful not to wake her and sat at the edge of the bed. Letting out a deep sigh he stood up and made his way to the window.
There weren’t many people out during this time of night, but he did spot a young couple that looked like they were having an argument in front of a pub. He couldn’t hear what they were saying but their body language said that they were in love. He could tell by the way the woman was crossing her arms but not fleeing from the man that was screaming at her. He could see it in the way the man realized his mistake and stroked the woman’s cheek with such tenderness. Draco was in awe but reality hit him when he realized he could never have that. He couldn’t have fights with Hermione and make up right after, like it never happened. The reason he could earlier was because he didn’t have the pressure of his father beating down on him. He didn’t have the anxiety of being forced into an arrange marriage. He was free here. He was free to not be a Malfoy.
He looked over at Hermione.
‘She looks so beautiful.’ he thought. But he shook his head because the logic said that this was only temporary.
‘They were temporary. He would never be happy. Once they got back to the present he would take over as head and, to please his parents, he would marry a pureblood he didn’t know, let alone love. He would never be with Hermione and that was a simple fact. She would run back to that Weasel and live her happily ever after, while he would be miserable.’
And it was as this thought came into his head, he finally understood.
‘She wasn’t meant to be his destiny. Once they were back in their own time, they would never laugh nor smile together as they do here. No longer would he wake up next to her in the morning and feel his heart fill with warmth as he took in her beauty. They would not marry, argue, love, and grow old together.’
His heart fell as these thoughts began to fill his head. It had only been a few days, but he could not stand the idea of living without her. And yet, despite this, he would risk it all if it meant her happiness. He blew out a deep breath and accepted the harsh reality of it all.
‘He may not be able to have her in the present, but he will spend as much time as he could with her now.’
He made his way back over the bed. Leaning over her, he softly stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.
“Make each day count.” he whispered.
X
Tuesday, April 9th, 1912 08:43am
Hermione awoke to birds chirping outside the bedroom window. It was a peaceful sound that made her want to lie in bed all day, but that wasn’t productive so she turned over to wake Draco. He wasn’t there. His side of the bed was empty and cold, like he hadn’t slept there at all. She was worried now that he had left her. After last night, she thought they could actually be more than friends.
‘But did he regret it? Was he not really into her? Had that been his way of warming her up to get into her pants later?...Did he use her?’
At that last question, she decided she wasn’t going to let him use her like a toy.
‘What he did last night was amazing and she had never had that kind of experience before, even with Ron, but it would never happen again. He could call her names, tease her, even hex her, but he would never break her heart. She wouldn’t be able to handle that kind of torture. Ron had already succeeded in doing that to her. She would be damned if she let it happen again.’
Getting out of bed, Hermione tamed her wild hair into soft curls with a flick of her wand. She walked over to where they had put their luggage last night and picked out a white and purple dress. She started pulling her nightgown over her head. Her face was covered by the silk fabric, when she heard the door click shut. Freezing in the uncomfortable and compromising position; she heard someone laughing at her.
“Stuck Granger?” she heard the voice chuckle.
Pulling the nightgown back down, she spun around and looked straight at Malfoy with a scowl on her face. Thanking Godric that he walked in when her back was to the door and didn’t see her exposed chest.
“Where have you been?” She asked a little more rudely than she initially intended.
“Whoa, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”
“Sorry….I thought-”
He looked at her with a raised brow as she let her sentence trail off.
“Thought what? That I left you? You’ll have to do more than talk in your sleep Granger to get rid of me. I don’t scare that easily.”
“That’s debatable.” She mumbled as she rolled her eyes.
“What?”
“Nothing! I said I don’t talk in my sleep.”
“Yes you do. Usually it’s just gibberish but sometimes you have coherent sentences.”
“Really? What do I say?” she asked as she crossed her arms.
“Not much. One time you were yelling at Crookshanks to stop chasing Weasel’s rat.”
“Oh.” She giggled letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She was relieved she hadn’t said something much worse….like his name.
“Anyway…I got these for you.”
He pulled out a bouquet of red roses hidden behind his back. It was unexpected. Hermione had never seen or heard of Draco ever giving flowers to any girl she had known him to be with. She had also never received flowers from anyone; not even from her ex or Harry. The gesture though, was more than enough to help her get over her recent anger, but she was still untrusting of his intentions.
“Draco their beautiful, thank you.” She exclaimed with a smile as he handed her the bouquet.
She grabbed her wand from the nightstand and transfigured a candle into a glass vase. Using the Aguamenti charm to fill it with water; she smelled the roses before putting them into the vase.
‘They smell so wonderful. Did he know roses were her favorite flower?’
“So…” he started, as he ran a hand through his hair. He started rubbing the back of his neck like he wanted to ask something but was afraid of her answer. He looked extremely nervous.
“Since we don’t have to really do anything until tomorrow;” he continued. “I was wondering if you…if you wanted to go on a date with me today?”
Hermione stood frozen in place for a moment.
‘Did he just ask her out on a date? So…does that mean he wasn’t using her? He actually wanted to be with her?’
“Uh…I’m sorry what?” she asked confused.
She had heard what he said but it wouldn’t register in her brain that he was the one who had actually said it. She needed to hear it again to make sure she wasn’t going crazy.
“Oh, uh…Do you not want to?”
He looked upset and it made her feel sympathy for him. She didn’t want to upset him; she was just in a state of shock from all the kindness pouring out of him.
“No I do!” she frantically replied. “I do. Yes, I’ll go on a date with you.”
She saw him smile widely and it made her heart flutter. She couldn’t believe that it was her who put that smile on his face. Just a few days ago they hated each other and now they are going on their first real date. The whole thing just seemed like a dream to her. A dream though, she didn’t want to wake up from.
“I uh, have a few things already planned, so I’ll let you get dressed and I’ll meet you out front.”
“Okay.” she agreed while her cheeks flushed bright red. “Give me ten, fifteen minutes.”
With that, he nodded his head and with a grin still on his face, he walked out the door. Hermione stood in the same spot for a few minutes, not wanting to move so she could register everything correctly.
‘He had not only got her her favorite kind of flowers, but he had asked her out and already had a date planned! Maybe he really was being genuine. Maybe, just maybe, he was the man she always knew he could be. Without all the added pressure the present held, he was finally being himself. For once, Draco Malfoy was finally not acting like a Malfoy. Perhaps she could give him the benefit of the doubt? He was being sweet and kind and he generally seemed to care. He was so unlike the boy she grew up with. Maybe, for the time being, she could spend every day showing him how good of a person he really was. Maybe she could show him how much she was actually starting to like him.’
With that thought Hermione grabbed the dress she picked out earlier and started to change out of her nightgown. Once she was done she made her way over to the floor length mirror, to charm some light make up on her face. She was going on a date with Malfoy and she was determined to make sure she looked presentable.
‘Would he even care how she looked? She hadn’t looked her best the past few days and he seemed perfectly fine with it. So why did she care so much now if he thought she looked good or not. To be fair though, it was a first date, and people are always nervous on first dates.’
She charmed her hair into a low messy bun; very similar to how she wore it at the ball. Putting on wide brim Edwardian hat, with faux Iris’s; she fixed the few stray hairs that fell in her face and took one last look in the mirror. She wanted to remember later how just how special this day was going to be for her. Even if it went badly she would still want to remember how she felt that that moment. She took a deep breath as she made a promise to herself.
‘From now until they return home; she would make every day special. From now until then, she would make sure Draco Malfoy was happy. If he was happy, then she was happy.’
“Make each day count.” she declared softly as she let out her breath, turned on her heels, and walked out the door.
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