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I Could Be Your Hero by potterprincess07
Chapter 35 : Remembering
 
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 A/N: I'm posting this immediately after the last chapter just validated. Again, it's kinda silly and cheesy, but hopefully all of that will change soon. 





Ron shook his head. Everything that had happened lately had just been so unreal. He couldn’t admit it to anyone, but there were times when he still had nightmares about the fact that he almost went to prison for life - for a crime he didn’t commit, for a crime that hadn’t even been committed! As crazy as that was, he had to laugh. It was an insane thing to have to wrap your mind around. A lifelong prison sentence for something that hadn’t even happened? Not to mention the main reason they had thought he had done it in the first place.



*Flashback*


Draco had leaned over his desk, hand on his neck where the muscles were stretched. It had been a long day, and promised to be an even longer night.




When he finally looked up, there was look of surprise on his face, followed by confusion.




“Weasley? What are you doing here?” he asked, grateful for the distraction, if not for who it was.





Ron didn’t say anything at first. That was when a look of irritation filled Draco’s face.




“Believe it or not, I do have to work. So unless you have something to say, could you please go? My night is already long enough.”




“She loves you, Malfoy,” he said.




“I beg your pardon?”



“Hermione. She loves you. You make her really happy.”




Draco laid down the paper he was holding.





Ron continued. “I’m glad that you’re able to make her happy.”





“Um, thank you?” Draco finally said, feeling very awkward and uncomfortable.





“Seriously. And that was what I came here to tell you.”




*End of Flashback*



 



Why did he have to keep remembering that? Wasn’t it bad enough that he had actually said it? And done it?



 



For some reason, that kept playing in his mind, no matter what it was that he did. He remember, very well in fact, going up to the office to see Draco that evening. He remembered walking in and talking to him, and then closing the door behind him. But what was it that kept calling at him? Trying to convince him of what it was that he needed to remember? If only he could...




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Hermione had her head bent over the table as she went through the files, and Draco could only stare at her from across the table. Suddenly, he remembered that time, what felt like a lifetime ago, when he had stared at her from across the table in the Heads common room.


 

*Flashback*


 

Hermione was submerged in the book and seemed oblivious to his staring at her.





How come it had taken him so long to notice her? he wondered. Like a girl. Had he really been that consumed by his anger, his hatred so strong, his family obligations and fears of what would happen if he didn’t act the way that he was expected to act, that he allowed it to cause all this?





Suddenly, without warning, Hermione closed the book with a snap, causing Draco to jump.





“Why are you always staring at me?” she asked. “Every time I look up, you are always looking at me. Have I grown another head or something? Are you biting back a remark that you can‘t resist saying?”





“No. I just couldn’t -”





“You just can’t help spying on me, can you? That’s what all this is about, isn’t?”





“You look so content,” he told her. “I just can’t help it.”





“Well, stop it, alright? It’s creeping me out.”





He didn’t stop, however. He moved closer to her, and crouched down on the floor next to her desk and stared into her eyes.





She rolled them. “What do you want now?”





“This.”





He cupped her chin in his palm and brought his lips to hers.





She resisted at first, pulling way, but slowly allowed her resistance to fade.





“Don’t fight me, Hermione. Please,” he asked huskily against her ear.





She closed her eyes and allowed herself to forget everything, except for the feel of his lips against hers.





He kissed a trail from her lips to her ear, causing her to suck in her breath.





He began to nibble on her earlobe, causing her stomach to flutter.


 

*End of Flashback*




She was so beautiful. Time had only intensified that. Had it really been less than five years since all of this had started?




Feeling Draco’s eyes on her, Hermione glanced up. She arched an eyebrow at him. “Is there a reason you’re staring at me?” she asked.




He just shook his head. He stood up and walked around to her side of the table where he crouched down. He placed a hand on her shoulder and bent to kiss her.




There it was, she thought. That fiery passion that had united them so long ago.




He glanced back at the files, that were strewn across the table. He wiggled his eyebrows at her.




“I don’t know about you, but I think those can wait a little longer.”




She giggled as he pulled her into his arms and dashed her into their bedroom.




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A baby’s cry pulled Harry out of his dreams, or what was left of them anyway. He couldn’t remember the last time that he had had a good night sleep. It was definitely before the twins had been born, he knew that much.




“Harry?” Ginny mumbled as she rolled over.




“I’m going, I’m going,” he muttered. He yawned as he touched his feet to the floor and stretched as he eased himself out of bed. He certainly felt older than he was. Much older.




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Ron remembered as he had left Draco’s office that night and headed down the hall, rather than actually seeing anything, it was more of a feeling that he had. That he was being watched.




Then it hit him. Had he seen the killer that night? If he tried hard enough, would he be able to pinpoint who it was who had started this whole insane nightmare?




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George Weasley awoke with a start. He didn’t know what it was that had pulled him to alertness, but he also knew that it was something that he needed to look into. Never, in all of his years, had he ever done that. And suddenly, there was something.




Cautiously, he stepped out of bed and grabbed his wand. “Lumos,” he whispered, and the end lit up. His feet creaked across the floor and he slowly turned the knob so that hopefully the door wouldn’t creak. Once it was open, he stepped into the hall and placed his back against the wall. He eased down the hallway and started for the stairs. As he tiptoed into the sitting room and then into the kitchen, he dropped his wand and let out a yell.



 





A/N: Sorry for so many flashback references, but since it has been so long since I have worked on this, I figured it couldn't hurt to refresh everyone's memory just a little. Also, this is kind of my way of trying to bring back the magic I had at the beginning of the story. 


 


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