Chapter 4 : Going with Harry and Past Memories
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Looking around, Draco noticed it didn’t look anything like he thought it would. Only a small banner above the couch showed that a past Gryffindor lived there. Mugggle things lay around the house too. The walls were a plain white, with pictures of their school days hanging up on them. Draco saw the seventeen-year-old versions of the Golden Trio wave at him.
Above the TV was a picture of Harry and Ginny, with Draco and Hermione standing next to him. He remembered that day very well.
>“Hey Harry, Ginny!” yelled Hermione happily to her friends. “Come here a sec!” Draco looked at her like she was crazy. “What are doing?” he asked. She just smiled up at him. “Don’t worry. Everything’s going to be fine. Lighten up.”
“What is it Hermione,” asked Harry, making it a point not to look at Draco. “I think we should have our picture taken. Remember the couples of our last year.” Draco rolled his eyes, Harry snorted, and Ginny smiled. “I think it’s a great idea,” she said. Hermione smiled. “Good. Collin!” yelled Hermione
The Gryffindor boy looked up, startled. “Yeah?” he asked. “Mind taking a picture?” asked Hermione. Collin shook his head. “Nope.” He walked over and held up his camera. “Say cheese!”
END OF FLASHBACK
“What ever happened to that Creevey kid?” asked Draco. “What?” asked Harry, walking over. He looked at the picture. “Oh,” he said. “He’s a photographer for the Prophet.” Draco rolled his eyes. “Well that’s a shocker,” he said. Harry laughed.
“Here’s the phone,” Harry said, giving Draco a cordless phone. “You do know how to use it, don’t you Malfoy?” Draco sneered at him. “As surprising as it is potty, I’m not totally stupid,” he said. Harry shrugged and went into the kitchen.
“It’s pretty weird seeing her again, isn’t it?” asked Harry. He came back into the living room, as Draco hung up the phone. Draco nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “I mean, we even saw her . . .” He trailed off and Harry looked down.
“Why do you think she left?” Draco asked, suddenly. Harry shrugged, sitting down next to him. “I have no idea. I mean, Voldimort was defeated, his followers put in Azkaban, and everything was fine.” Draco shook his head. “Not all of them,” he said.
Harry’s head shot up, and glared at Draco. “What do you mean?” he asked. Draco didn’t look at him. “My father still hasn’t been found,” he said. Harry raised an eye brow at him. “He was last seen in Spain, about two weeks ago.”
Harry didn’t stop looking at him. “Do you think he could have something to do with Hermione showing up all of a sudden?” he asked. Draco shrugged. “I don’t Potter,” he said quietly. “I really don’t know.”
There was a moment of silence where both Aurors just stared at the floor. “So,” said Harry, finally breaking the silence. “Where are you staying?” Draco looked at him, remembering why he had gone to Harry’s house in the first place.
“I’m staying at the Weeping Willow Inn, near Sanchester,” he said. Harry looked at him in surprise. “That place is really expensive, not to mention no sign of Wizards at all,” he said. Draco shrugged. “When my mother died, and Father escaped from Azkaban, the family fortune came to me. Not to mention my job,” Draco pointed out. Harry nodded.
“When is Dumbledore supposed to contact us?” he asked Harry. “I mean, he can’t expect us to just sit in the dark. We’re not his students anymore.” Harry shrugged.
“Dumbledore keeps a lot of people in the dark about things,” said Harry. “Even now there are things that he knows he won’t tell anyone.” Draco sighed. “When did she show up, anyway?” he asked.
Harry took a deep breath, closing his eyes. “This morning,” he said. Draco looked at his watch. It was just noon in America now. “All of a sudden there was a loud crack in the Auror department. There was a loud scream and we were all running, trying to find what was wrong. We thought maybe some criminals that have been making a mess here lately. Then Neville ran over to me, telling me Hermione was there.” He put his head in his hands.
“There she was,” he said, quietly. He stared at the wall, as if looking at something Draco couldn’t see. “She was just standing there. She didn’t look happy. She looked scared, and sad.”
Draco thought about Harry’s words. “I guess she wouldn’t be happy,” he said finally. “She left and obviously didn’t want anyone to know where she was going. She wanted to leave us.” He felt his voice cracking and Draco shut his eyes. “I should get going Potter,” he said suddenly, standing up.
Harry nodded and stood up as well. “I need to go visit Ginny anyway,” he said. “I’ll notify you when Dumbledore contacts me.” Draco nodded and they both apparated I out of the house.
As Draco sat down in his Hotel room, he took out a picture from his trunk. It was a picture of him and Hermione. They had been preparing the grounds for decorations at the time. Draco sniffed, doing his best to keep tears out of his eyes. Hermione was alive. At least she was not dead.
Draco put the picture on the dresser, and changed into his night clothes. Lying in bed, Draco couldn’t sleep. The only times he was able to close his eyes his dreams were haunted by brown eyes, and past memories. Including the day he was informed of Hermione’s death.
”Put those curtains up over there,” said Draco, showing one of the 7th year Hufflepuffs where a few last minute touch ups needed to go. “Okay, Malfoy,” said the boy. Draco shook his head. It didn’t matter how much he’d changed within the last few months. He would always be Malfoy to everyone except Hermione.
“Mr. Malfoy,” said a voice from behind Draco. He turned around to see Professor McGonagall. Her usual strict look wasn’t on her face. Instead, she looked on the verge of tears. “What is it, Professor?” he asked. She swallowed hard, and took a deep breath.
“As you know last night, Miss Granger went into Hogsmeade to get a few more extra things for the graduation,” her voice cracked, and Draco tried his hardest to keep a smile on his face. Hermione was injured. That was all. She’d be fine. “There was an attack,” she said. Tears spilled out of her eyes. Draco thought he might faint. A lump in his throat was starting to form.
“Her body was found this morning by Aurors. I thought I should tell you before you got the papers.” With that said, Professor McGonagall walked shakily back to the Castile. A sixth year prefect came up to ask him something, but all he got in reply was loud, “SHOUT UP!” and Draco ran towards the lake, too shocked to cry.
Draco sniffed, and turned over on his side. Why did she make him feel so much pain? Why would she fake her own death?
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