Okay, so I promised a few people that my next fiction after Owls would be a Hermione/Draco fanfic. If you don't like that pairing, I would recommend that you do not read this story. Also, I think what Hitler did was terrible, so if I say something that could be misconstrued, please remember this.
Disclaimer: I do not, never have, and never will own Harry Potter.
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"He's a wannabe tyrant! He tortures and kills innocent people and is trying to take over the wizarding world! How can you possibly support someone like that!" Hermione was ranting.
"Power is the greatest thing, mudblood. If you have power, you have control, and the more control you have, the more stuff you can do. Now if you happen to control through fear, that's even better, because you can make people do what you want and they don't question you. I wouldn't expect a mudblood to understand that, though," Draco sneered.
"Sounds to me like a wizard version of Hitler," she snapped.
"Maybe it is. And what's wrong with that? Hitler had the right idea. Get rid of the weak and tainted. They're worthless, just like mudbloods," he spat.
"You have no sense of human decency," she growled and turned away, heading towards Gryffindor Tower. By now, the entire hallway was watching. Draco watched her for a second, a small smirk on his lips, before heading down the same hall in the direction of his next class. Ron, who had been standing nearby, casually stuck out a foot, tripping the blonde. Draco stumbled a couple feet down the hall to the top of a staircase where he lost his balance completely and tumbled down, blacking out on the way.
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He woke to a rumbling sound and the earth was shaking. Was it an earthquake? No, not in this section of the world...but what was it? He opened his eyes and saw flashing lights. He was lying on a pile of rubble. Where was he? This wasn't Hogwarts by any means. He was surrounded by buildings in ruins, and he was outside. What was going on? He heard a groan behind him.
"Malfoy?" he heard an all-too-familiar voice snarl behind him.
"Granger? What are you doing here? You wouldn't happen to know where 'here' is by any chance would you? You do seem to know everything," he sneered, trying to make light of the situation. Suddenly there was another earthshaking boom and he was knocked down into the rubble next to her.
"N-no, I don't have any idea what's going on. Why are there searchlights? What are they looking for?" she said, pointing towards the sky. He hadn't noticed the lights before.
"I don't know. I didn't notice them a second ago," he said, all thoughts of who he was talking to gone.
"Wait! It's a plane of some sort. It looks rather old. A bomber? But why would someone be bombing England?" she whimpered.
"That's a World War II bomber, Granger. An American bomber...why would the Americans bomb England? They're allies. Hey, what kind of building is that across the street? It looks like a movie theatre!" He took off across the street.
"Wait! Why does that matter? Wait for me!" she called, looking around at the shadows. She got up and hurried after him.
"Scared, Granger?"
"Uh, yeah. I'm a human with normal reactions to stressful situations," she shot back.
"Uh-oh. This is not good...This movie poster is in German. And look at the year! MCMXLIII...that's 1943! Do you know what that means?" his voice was shaking.
"This...this is Frankfurt!" she squeaked.
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How's that? I'm trying something that I hope will be different but good. I love World War II, but I don't know a whole lot about the European Theatre from a non-American point of view. Sorry if I get a little bit wrong! Please review, even if you have to criticize.