Chapter 15 : Memories
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'cause all i need is you.
You're in my mind, everything is going to be alright
'cause a thousand miles wouldnt keep me,
from seeing you.
-Tom Felton, All I Need Is You
"Me and Draco have been together for three years. Were secretly married and didn’t invite you to the wedding; we got married last year." She looked around at the shocked faces; including Draco’s. "I'm joking, but seriously, we are together. I don’t know why you are so bothered Ronald."
"Hermione, can we talk outside?" Ron said, pulling on Hermiones arm.
"No! Whatever you want to say, can be said here."
"Fine," he said reluctantly, "what the bloody hell is going on?" Ron sat back down, along with the rest of them. Hermione and Draco sat down on the extra chair Hermione had conjured.
"Well, me and Draco as you can guess, have gotten close over the past few months."
"A lot closer than close!" Ron grumbled.
"Hermione," Harry looked upset, "why didn’t you tell us?" he looked down.
"Because I knew you would react like this, but its Christmas and I couldn’t let Draco be alone on Christmas." Ron scoffed at Hermione’s use of Draco’s name
"What did you do ferret? Did you put a spell on her? Are you forcing her to do this? What are you doing?" Ron got back up, pointing his wand at Draco.
Draco looked from the wand to Ron face, a smirk planted on his face. "No weasel, it just happened."
"I think it’s rather cute actually." Luna said in her usual dreamy voice, she fixed the tinsel that was holding her hair out of her face.
"I would prefer it if you lowered your wand, you might curse yourself in a minute." Draco chuckled as he remembered the eat slugs incident. He put his hand on Ron’s wand, and lowered it.
"Malfoy, I swear-" he began, but Hermione cut him off.
"Look, Ron, please can’t you just be happy for me? I am sorry, for not telling you all." She looked around at Ginny. "Some of you are obviously more happy about it than others." Hermione nodded her head in a direction for Ginny to follow her. "Draco, I just have to talk to Ginny and Luna, why dont you talk to Harry and Ron and Neville?"
Draco didn’t have time to answer before she left, so he just carried on looking in the direction of her bedroom, wide eyed.
"So, how did it happen?" Ginny asked, pulling Luna and Hermione onto Hermione’s bed. She sat down, crossing her legs.
"Well, you can’t say anything to Harry, Ron or Neville. Okay?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Fine" The two other girls said together.
"Well he kept having these dreams in the middle of the night, awful dreams they were, and they kept waking me up. The first time it happened, I thought it was some nasty joke so I got up, ready to have a go at him, when I saw him thrashing around in his bed. I walked in, and my first reaction was to take his hand, he looked like he was in so much pain. I would try and soothe him by talking to him every night and it worked. Every night, I would wake up and sit with him in his room, until about an hour before he woke up, so he didn’t have nightmares. He eventually found out. Then after a few shared kisses, and being locked in a bakery by a certain someone, he asked me in here, and it just happened. It was quite sweet actually." She smiled as she reminisced that moment.
"Thats truly beautiful Hermione!" Luna said, a grin on her face.
"So have you two done it yet?" Ginny asked, a Malfoy-worthy smirk on her lips.
"Ginny!" Hermione laughed, and playful hit her friend on the arm.
"So? Have you or not?"
Hermione felt her cheeks redden, and she heard the girls gasp.
"You have, haven’t you? When?" Ginny’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Coitus is a very beautiful thing Hermione, you shouldn’t have wasted it." Luna randomly put in.
"Erm last night." Hermione whispered.
Ginny gasped, "LAST NIGHT?!" her mouth hung open, Hermione had to push it closed.
"Yes" Hermione looked down, trying to hide her smile. Ginny looked down at the bed, quickly jumping off it. "No Ginny, it was in his room." This is embarrassing, why did Ginny have to bring this up?
Draco watched the three girls leave, he turned around to see Ron, Harry and Neville looking at him.
"How?" was all Ron could manage to say.
"It just happened Weasley, you of all people know you can’t help who you fall for!" Draco looked down at Lavender, who was now glaring up at him in disgust: Draco smirked.
"Look, Malfoy, I-we, just want Hermione to be happy, she’s had a lot of heartbreak." Neville said, trying not to look at a now very angry Ron.
"Yes, she has-with her parents and some other things, but that doesn’t matter now, we just want her to be happy, because she’s had a tough couple of years, we all have. She deserves happiness." Harry replied, with that, Lavender scoffed.
Draco looked at her in disgust. "I know. I know how unhappy she was; she told me, but I don’t want to hurt her, I never will. I just like her too much, as cliché as that sounds it’s true." its true, I would never want to hurt Hermione, hmmm.
"We swear though, Malfoy, if you ever hurt her, you have us three to answer to." The three boys stepped forwards.
"Trust me, if I ever hurt her I would hate myself as much as you three hate me now." Draco sat back down, along with the rest of the boys.
"I don’t hate you Malfoy. I hated the old you and what you used to do, but you make Hermione happy. She hasn’t been happy in a long time, so for that, I don’t hate you." Harry said, Neville nodding in agreement.
"Speak for yourself Harry." Ron muttered.
"Well at least we know what made her unhappy, don’t we Weasel?" Draco sneered.
"YOU FERRET!" both boys stood back up.
"All you’ve got Weasley? I'm not surprised; you were never one for words, or spells for that matter. So you should put your wand back, and sit down, before you mutter a spell, but you do it on yourself." Draco smirked, watching Ron sit back down.
"Now, let’s just all get along for today, for Hermione’s sake." Neville said.
"I agree, just today, so she can be properly happy and not having to worry about us." Harry said in agreement.
The two others agreed, glaring at each other. They noticed Hermione’s bedroom door open, so they all looked up, and smiled.
Hermione opened the door, to see four faces staring up at them, smiles planted on their faces; they all looked disturbingly happy. "You all look like the Cheshire cat!" she climbed down the steps, and sat down next to Draco.
Harry laughed; understanding the Cheshire cat reference. The three others stared at Hermione, confused.
"A Cheshire cat is a cat from a muggle film called Alice in Wonderland. It’s a cat that has a huge creepy smile when being devious." Harry explained. "Sometimes, it’s good I grew up in the muggle world, I wouldn’t have as many laughs as I do!"
"Oh, right." Ron said.
"Right, shall we swap presents?" Hermione said, taking out everyone’s present from underneath the tree.
They all got out their gifts and swapped them. Hermione handed one to Harry, Ginny, Neville and Luna.
I'm sorry Ron, I didn’t have time to get you a present" Hermione looked down, as she received the last of her presents.
"It's fine Hermione, having you as my friend again is good enough." He smiled shyly.
Hermione had received an early edition of Hogwarts: A History- one of the original copies from Harry, a dream catcher from Luna, a bracelet from Ginny, and 101 things about Herbology from Neville, plus the usual jumper and a box of fudge from Mrs Weasley.
Hermione got Harry a photo frame, with a photograph of the old and new Order of the Phoenix, Ginny a broom keeping set, Luna some books on mythical ancient creatures and Neville a pensive and bottles to store his memories in.
After they had eaten their fill of Christmas lunch, the others left the room saying their goodbyes (apart from Lavender) and saying they would see them later at the feast.
Hermione plopped herself down next to Draco, who was going through his photo album once more, smiling at the happy memories.
"Hermione, I need to do something. There is something I want to add in here that you didn’t put in, that no one knows about. Do you reckon McGonagall would let us floo back to the Manor so I could get it? That’s if-you do want to come?"
Hermione looked at him, wide eyed, she quickly nodded, and he left to go ask.
What did I just agree too? I can’t go back there, not again. It was hard enough the last time, but Ive agreed to go, so I will, for Draco.
She looked back up to see Draco walking in, holding a green bag. Inside was enough floo powder for two people: return journeys.
"Hermione, you don’t have to come, you know that, right?" he looked at her seriously.
"I know. I want to." She put on a fake smile. Gryffindor courage Hermione, Gryffindor courage. She took in a deep breath, took hold some of the floo powder, and stepped into the fire place. "Malfoy Manor, Draco Malfoy’s bedroom" she shouted.
She felt the familiar tug of the nasal, it was a very similar experience to apparating. She opened her eyes to see she was in Draco’s bedroom, but it wasn’t what she expected; it was silver and scarlet. She smiled and quickly got out of the fireplace before she was crushed by Draco. She went over and sat on his bed; it was rather comfy and his scent still lingered on the bed sheets. She looked up, to see Si arcum et sagittas simul sunt, vera dilectio est in oculis intuentium. Hermione furrowed her eye brows in confusion. Latin? I think it reads, if the arrow and the bow are together, love is in the eye of the beholder. Eye of the beholder? That doesn’t make sense! Hermione made a mental note to research it when she got back to Hogwarts. She looked around to try and find a bow and arrow but could not find anything, when Draco appeared in the fire place. She smiled at him.
"What took you so long?"
"Oh, Potter came back as he left something."
"Okay, erm, Draco, what does that mean?" she pointed to the Latin message above her head.
"I don’t know. I’ve had it ever since I was little, it was a prophecy made about me when I was a baby, but I’ve never found the bow and arrow." Draco shrugged. "C’mon, I want to find this thing then get out of here." Draco started to walk out, Hermione followed.
They walked through long corridors, up and down different stairs before Draco turned around. "Wait in here Hermione, I won’t be long." He smiled, and left before she could answer.
Hermione looked at her surroundings, it was was a large light blue dining room, with a grand oak table in the middle of the room, surrounded by a numerous amount of chairs. She carefully pulled out a chair, and sat on it, waiting for Draco to re-appear.
Half an hour later, Draco still had not returned. Where could he have gotten to? Shall I try to find him?
Hermione got up, weary of her whereabouts, and left the room. She travelled down the twisting corridors and down winding stairs. She came to a door that was slightly ajar, wondering if Draco was in there. She put her hand on the brass handle, and coldness shot through her. She gently pushed open the door to see a large room. Pieces of shattered glass were all over the floor, pictures and a number of other things were spilled over the floor. Hermione gasped: it was the room, it was THAT room; the drawing room. She dropped her wand and walked further into the room, breaking more of the glass as she trod on it. The memories she had blocked all came flooding back. She fell over, slipping on some spilt liquid and burst into tears as she pulled herself into a sitting position, crossing her legs. Her hands were cut and they were stinging. Blood started to escape some of the cuts, her tears started to fall more freely.
Draco was holding the letter he wanted to find and went back to the room he left Hermione in. He walked through the doorway, mouth open; ready to apologise to Hermione for taking so long, but he found she wasn’t there. He furrowed his eyebrows.
He took out his wand and placed it in the palm of his hand murmuring "inveniet vitam."
It was a spell he managed to create when he was younger to find a living being in a certain area, in this case, his house. It made the wand spin in the direction he should go. It pointed out towards the door and he eventually found himself outside the door he hoped he wouldn’t be led to. He looked down and saw Hermione’s wand, he picked it up and sighed. He pushed open the door and saw Hermione in the middle of the room, screaming as if in pain, exactly as she done earlier this year when he watched her in writhe in pain. He quickly ran over to her, and tried to get her back to reality. He remembered something he read in a textbook: if someone was reminded of a strong memory, they could go into a trance like state, and go through the memory as if they are re-living the moment. The only way they could get out of the memory is to be removed from the room they are experiencing the memory in. He picked up Hermione in a bridal position and carried her out of the room. He apparated them to his bedroom and lay Hermione down on his bed. She stopped screaming and fell asleep. Draco healed her cuts and waited for her to wake up. He sat next to her; he knew it would be hours before she woke so he quickly sent an owl back to his Headmistress.
After about three hours, Hermione woke. She bolted upright and started to cry again. Draco woke up and embraced her in a hug, holding her close to him.
"I'm so sorry Hermione, I'm so sorry. I should have never suggested you come here, let alone leave you alone. I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry."
He rocked her back and forth as she continued to cry into his chest. "It…it was like it was happening all over again, all over again. The pain," she gasped, "the pain was so real" she stammered in-between her sobs.
"It wasn’t real, it was not real, it didn’t happen again, I would never let it happen to you again. I promise you that, and I hope you can forgive me for bringing you here. Come on, let’s go home."
He picked her up again, and they flooed back to Hogwarts, she soon fell asleep back in his arms so he carried her back to her room, put her on her bed, and lied down next to her.
He whispered, "I will never, ever let anyone hurt you."
i hope you ejoyed this chapter, the ending was pretty hard to write, anything you write in this chapter is from Deathly Hallows, and is JKR's, not mine XD and Alice in Wonderland is written by Lewis Carrol!
OMG, guess what, me and my friend sent Tom Felton FAN MAIL! OMR!
Guess what, we are one chapter away from being half way through, and its the ball scene! Hope you ejoyed this chapter. The english translation of the latin bit it, when the bow and arrow meet, love is in the eye of the beholder.
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