Chapter 18 : Remembering
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"Oh my gosh." Hermione got out of the car. "I've never travelled by ferry before!" Hermione brushed a lock of her hair to the side so that her view was unobstructed. "This is gorgeous." She lifted her arms and threw them in the air, gesturing to the beautiful scenery before them.
Draco leaned on the open door as he took in the scenery before him. His scenery though was just a little different than Hermione's.
He watched as she stood at the railing of the boat and admired the water. He watched her mesmerized. Her face was full of happiness and delight. How the breeze lifted her hair and blew it everywhere. After an hour car ride, her hair was as incorrigible as it was all those years ago in Hogwarts. But instead of thinking it made her look like a mad scientist, he thought she looked like a nymph now. Then when it would whip her hair about, she would give a frustrated face, a very adorably frustrated face and brush it back behind her ear.
Hermione felt so free at the moment. And it wasn't because she was flouncing around in lingerie.
She finally let go of the last thing string that she always held that Ron was her prince charming. That he was the man that she was destined to be with. She honestly didn't know why it took her so long. He'd hurt her so much throughout the years. But he had been everything she thought she'd ever wanted. She'd been so blindly in love with him since third year. All those years… but then there was that year.
The year after the war.
Hermione rested her chin on the railing as her thoughts drifted back to that year.
The two of them were in the Hospital Wing. It was after the first day of potions with their permanent partners of the year. It was also the day that Hogwarts had their biggest potions' explosion ever. And that was saying a lot considering all the students that had passed the halls…
"How could you put in another foot of mandrake!" Hermione yelled.
"Me, what about you? You're the one that put in three more slugs then it said."
"Well I didn't know that you had already put in any slugs. I was chopping the sprouts since you refused to cut it because it smelled!"
"And whose fault is that!"
"I believe it is nature's fault, Mr. Draco that the Rildo Sprouts do indeed smell worse than dung."
"Professor!" Hermione straightened up in her hospital bed.
"Teacher's pet." Draco coughed from his bed.
Hermione turned to glare at him.
"You two are alright?"
"Yes sir." Hermione answered.
"Excellent, then you two can start your two months of detention tonight!" The professor said rather jovially.
"What!" Two voices yelled simultaneously.
A week of detention went by. Hermione was fairly surprised that on all the days, Draco came and did the detention. He didn't relegate the detention to her like she almost expected. Actually he was really useful.
"Malfoy." Hermione acknowledged.
"We're doing homework together tonight."
Hermione's head shot up. She almost hit her head on the cabinet as she cleaned it out. "What?"
"You heard me. We're doing homework together until the detentions end. All these nights of detention are wearing on me and I'm having a hard time with my homework. I now you are too." Draco looked at her.
"I'm not." Hermione protested.
"So you were just sleeping in the library, drooling on your book because you felt like it?"
Hermione opened her mouth in outrage then closed it. "I don't drool." She yelled.
"Of course not." Draco snorted.
"Fine. We can do the Astronomy Essay together. We can swap ideas." Hermione muttered.
So that night they did their essay together. Then the next night they did their Anchient Runes homework together. After that they studied the History of the Goblin Revolution together for their test. It was after that, that they called a truce.
"Malfoy, look I got a 98 on the test." Hermione said as they walked out.
"That's great Granger. Let me hang it on my fridge." Draco said smirking.
Hermione roller her eyes at him. After a week of studying and working together, she got used to his awful jokes.
"That's what muggles call it right?"
"Yes." Hermione sighed. "So how'd you do?"
Draco smirked as he handed her his paper. "See you in Potions Granger."
Hermione watched as he practically flew away.
Then she looked down at the paper in her hand. 99! He got a ninety-nine! But how'd he…
"Draco Malfoy you get back here." Hermione yelled as she raced after him.
Some students and professor, no scratch that, many students and all the professor were shocked to hear Draco Malfoy laughing as Hermione Granger pulled his robe, insisting he tell her how he'd done it.
Professor Brundy, the Potions Professor handed each group a tablet that had the potion they were required to make. There were three different potions circulating.
"Do try not to blow up this potion." He said as he handed Draco the tablet.
Hermione blushed. "Of course not sir."
"Granger really." Draco said when the professor was out of hearing shot.
"Of course not SIR. You wonder why I call you teacher's pet?"
"No I don't wonder. I now you don't understand the quality of being polite to people, but-"
"Of course I do. I'm a Malfoy. Believe me I've learned to be polite and be a suck up at the same time."
"That's for sure." Hermione snorted. "Well at least we agree on something. So what's our potion?'
"Let's get started. By the way if we don't get an O. I'm going to turn you back into a ferret."
"I've got the…" Hermione checked off.
Professor Brundy inspected their potion. He sniffed the top of it. Then looked at the color. He poured a little into a little petri dish and waited. It turned a clear liquid. "Perfect."
Draco let out the breath he had been holding. And Hermione almost jumped up in joy but she restrained herself. Instead she gave Draco's hand a light squeeze.
When Hermione had grabbed his hand, he nearly jumped up in shock.
"Come on, we should get started on the Transfiguration homework." Hermione said as she dragged him with her to the library.
Professor Brundy watched the two amazed. How in one week the two went from hating each other's guts to acting like as if they had been friends forever was beyond him. But he was glad. He'd heard about the two of them from the other professors.
Two of the smartest kids of the year. Each had lost a lot. And that this year would probably be one of the hardest years for them. And they each looked like they needed someone to support them and become their rock. The two of them had seemed so lonely. That combined with the fact that they seemed to carry their old partners with them instead of being challenged was just two of the reasons he had paired them up. He wouldn't tell them but they were the only group to have the Wolf's Bane potion because it really was a difficult potion despite the fact that they nearly blew up the Potion's room last time. Yes he was very glad he matched them together, they were going to be good for one another.
Two weeks later, the two of them had fallen into a pattern. They already had pretty much ever class together in the mornings. They went separate ways for lunch. Met up again at the lake to study. Went to the only class they didn't have together. Met up for a class together. Dinner. Detention then to the library to do homework.
Draco closed the book he was looking at to find that Hermione was slumped over the desk, her head resting on her forearms.
There was no response.
"Granger." Draco lightly touched her.
There was some shifting. But she didn't wake up.
"Granger." Draco tried one more time.
"Dad caaaaaaarry meeeeeee." Hermione groaned.
Draco raised his brows. Granger just called him Dad. What the hell.
"Granger I hope you aren't playing a joke."
A soft snore emitted from her. Draco leant down to get a closer look. She was dead asleep.
"Dear Merlin." Draco muttered. Then not seeing any other choice, he lifted her out of her seat. He placed her head on his shoulder to make it easier for him to carry her and so she would be more comfortable. He held her body against him. He almost dropped her though when she nuzzled his neck.
"Oh bloody hell; I can't imagine what Blaise is going to say if he sees this."
"I would say, you didn't drug her did you. Because if you did, I'm not sure if I can help you get away with it."
Draco turned to see the person.
"I didn't drug her, she's just… tired."
"Well that's a relief. But why are you carrying her like as if you're on a honeymoon?"
Draco glared at Blaise. "Shut up and pick up our bags."
"Yes our. Mine and Granger's. I can't exactly carry her and the things."
"What am I a mule?"
"Right now, yes. Now be a man and just grab the bags."
"You would think the way you're carrying Hermione, she was precious cargo." Blaise commented.
"What, it's just an observation. You're not falling for her are you? I mean you two are together a lot. Some people are speculating…"
"People need to mind their own business." Draco snorted.
"Well yes that but, you two… there's chemistry between you two-"
Draco opened his mouth to say something but Blaise stopped him.
"And it's not because you two have Potion's together. There's something about the way you two that click." Blaise said.
"You're delusional Blaise. And when did you start calling Granger by her first name?"
"When I asked her out on a date."
"You better be." Draco scowled at him.
Ginny whirled around and her eyes widened. "What did you do to Hermione you bastard!"
The next day at Potion's Hermione tugged at Draco's sleeve.
"Thanks for last night, I heard from Ginny and Blaise what you did."
"Did they also tell you they both thought I tried to poison you?"
"No," Hermione laughed. "Did they really?"
"Yes, they both thought I had bad intentions." Draco faked a hurt look.
"Well your reputation precedes you."
"I don't need to resort to those kind of tactics to get a girl." Draco smirked.
"Oh shove off." Hermione elbowed him. "So what's our potion this time?"
"Are you serious?"
"Like I would joke." He said as he showed her their tablet.
"Done." Draco announced when the potion turned a perfectly pearly color. "Go on and smell it Granger."
Hermione gave him a look that said that he was a coward. He shrugged it off.
Hermione leant down to smell it.
"Do you still smell fresh moved grass, new parchment, toothpaste, and the last one?"
Hermione's head snapped up. "How'd you? You remember."
"It was the funniest thing I'd heard all year. Of course I still remember."
Hermione looked at him amazed. "Well I still smelled Parchment, the grass, and mint toothpaste, but the last one…I don't know. I don't quite recognize it. But it's sort of familiar. Like I smelled it in a dream."
Draco looked at her funny. "Okay. Well I think its working. Let's just turn it in. It's starting to waft towards me now."
"Ohhh, what do you smell?"
"I'm not telling."
"What, but I told you!"
"On your own free will."
"You tricked me. That's not fair Malfoy. And you know it."
"I know no such thing."
It was really only yesterday when she realized what it was, that smell. She'd found out what it was when she had cried against Draco's shoulder that day that Ron came. That smell in the amortentia was Draco. How stupid was she that it took her three years to finally figure that out?
"You hungry yet?"
Hermione turned to the person her thoughts had been on. "I'm sorry what?"
"The trip's going to be another hour and a half." Draco pointed to the edifice behind him. "It actually has decent restaurant."
Hermione's mouth formed an O.
"Yes, I'm actually quite hungry." Hermione smiled.
"Great, I'm starving. Let's go."
"After I get a change of clothes." Hermione said.
It was Draco's turn to say what.
Hermione gave him a look. Then put her hands on her hips. "I am not wearing this at a restaurant."
"Come on Granger, live a little." Draco cut her off.
"I'm living enough."
"Be spontaneous." Draco smiled, knowing that if he urged her enough.
"I am spontaneous!"
"Fine I'll get your suitcase out of the boot." Draco sighed.
Hermione glared at him. "Never mind, let's just go." Hermione huffed, walking past him.
Draco smiled wickedly as he followed her. He made sure to keep at a distance so that he could get a good view.
"Draco Malfoy, if you stare at my butt for even another second. I'm going to hex you."
Draco just smiled as he took longer strides to catch up to her. "Of course love." Draco teased as he wrapped an arm around her waist.
Hermione scowled at him.
He just smiled down at her.
Hermione pinched him.
"Hello." A pretty blonde waitress came up to them. "How many?"
"Two." Hermione said.
"Of course, please follow me." The girl said leading them.
After they had ordered, Hermione excused herself to go to the bathroom. As she was walking there, a middle aged man. Probably in his late 50's, approached her. She could tell he was rich. His suit was much like Draco's were. Impeccable and expensive. His hair and his combed outlook also gave him the appearance.
"Excuse me miss."
"Yes?" Hermione asked smiling politely.
"Is he your date?"
The man eyed her up and down. His eyes gleamed.
Hermione shuddered a little under his scrutiny.
"Whatever the young man is paying you… I'll double it. Five hundred thousand, a million. I can pay." He winked. "Here's my business card. Please call me."
Hermione took the card utterly confused. "I'm sorry sir but…" Hermione tried to hand the card back. "I don't even know what this is for but…"
"Why aren't you an escort?"
"What!" Hermione exclaimed. "I'm not an escort."
"I just assumed. You're dressed…"
Hermione whirled around and stalked away not letting the man finish his sentence. She made her way to Draco.
"Give me the keys." Hermione demanded when she got to him.
"Because I'm getting a change of clothes right now!"
"I thought we already-"
"That was before some guy thought I was an escort and propositioned me."
Draco nearly choked.
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