XX HARRY POTTER & THE GRINDELWALD PROPHECIES XX
Based off the Harry Potter Prophecy:
"at the solstice will come a new...and none will come after"
X
I apologize for grammatical errors and miss-spelling in advanced.
Thank you for reading! Kind of slow at first.
What if Voldemort knew that Harry was a Horcrox, what if Ron is a time-traveling Dumbeldore who loves knitting patterns, and what if Neville really was the chosen one? What if Hermione and Draco put aside their pride and prejudice? Find out in this, The Grindelwald Prophecies.
1.
The Daily Prophet
Draco Malfoy looked down at The Daily Prophet as he did so every morning at this time. He sipped on a cup of hot coffee. The newspaper was fresh and crisp. It still smelt of hot-presed, magical ink. Dark, black smudges rubbed off on his fingers as he opened the paper up. His owl, Neptune hooted and then flew out the open kitchen window.
This was Draco Malfoy's morning ritual. It's funny how time makes you change. You get into a routine and everything else falls by the wayside, and this is how it was for Draco Malfoy. He had become incredibly independent and extremely wealthy over the years (just like his father). Draco had taken up a part time job, a hobby really. He worked in a petite, ram-shackle, library; specializing in alchemical manuscripts. Reading them over and over. Recommending them to strangers, and sending various new findings to The Ministry of Magic.
This particular morning was like any other morning. Except, when he opened up The Daily Prophet, on the front page, smiling right at him, waving... was the brown haired, bushy-headed girl he'd grown to admire over the years. He choked on his coffee and spit up a bit on his nice, tailored blue work shirt. Of course, Hermione still looked absolutely magnificent, even radient. She was older, and wiser around her keen eyes that had begun to get wrinkles... she still had that prideful air about her. Captured perfectly in this photograph. Draco's stomach dropped, he flicked his wand and his shirt was clean. He re-adjusted his tie. He was starring, at Hermione Granger; The only competition he had ever had. His hands trembled as he continued to read the recent article on her written by Rita Skeeter.
Mrs. Hermione Weasley promoted to Head of the Department of Magical Law.
Hermione Weasley had made such a difference in the wizarding world. Helping the house elves (even though they rebutted and claimed they liked being house elf's) and she had gotten Gryffindor and Slytherin houses in Hogwart's to like one another. All houses working together. She was radical.
Malfoy looked over his shoulder and continued to read the article to himself. His palms sweating. He was nervous that Astoria would come barging in and catch him reading about Hermione. The more news he read, the more he felt a flutter in his chest.
Draco's mouth tightened when he saw Ronald Weasley behind her - his mop of red-hair still standing disheveled on-top his head. Only, it was thinning out now and beginning to recede dramatically. Ronald was going partially bald. Draco had always been jealous of Ronald and Harry for being so close to Hermione. Draco felt his cheeks flush, remembering all that none-sense from years ago. Draco often wondered if Hermione was truly happy with Ron. Draco sighed heavily and flipped through some more pages. Astoria came in, she was talking excitingly - jittering about the latest news from their son Scorpius - who was in his first year at Hogwart's. He had successfully befriended a few mates in Slytherin House, Artemis and Merlin.
"Are you listening to me Draco?" Astoria asked, peering at Draco over his newspaper.
"Yes," Draco grunts, "I was just finishing up this article. What were you saying?" He set down the now slightly crinkled newspaper on the table. With a flick of her wand Astoria levitated Draco's finished coffee cup to the sink and with another swish, she washed the cup.
"I've got to work late tonight Draco," Astoria cleared her throat, "We've just recieved mail from Scorpius. He's made a few mates!" Astoria expressed happily, "Isn't that great and you'll never guess the best part of all!" She slid next to him in the empty kitchen chair.
"-and what's that?" Draco asks, his heart rapidly pounded within his chest as he glances down at the photograph of Hermione and her family celebrating her promotion.
"One of them is a half-blood!" Astoria leaned over and kissed her husbands cheek, "You did well Draco. I am proud of you for teaching him to be less judgmental and more open."
Draco smiles at the news, he couldn't be more happier. That's all he had wanted when he was at Hogwart's afterall, to be able to be friends with someone without the taught prejudice of his father interfering. He wouldn't be like Lucius, he couldn't be, even if he wanted too. Things were different now. Now that his blood was contaminated and he was no longer 'pure-blood'.
Draco was a werewolf now. After all, he hadn't hated Hermione for her being a 'impure mudblood' as he had stated numerous times in his youth. He had disliked her for her equal superiority complex and the fact that she challenged him and saw right through him, without even having to try. No one, had ever done that before. Not to mention, all boys are mean to the girls they like.
Draco gulped, a lump forming in his throat as he glanced one last time at bright-eyed smiling Hermione.
You changed me, Granger, from a cold-hearted, spoiled boy into a understanding, respectable man and look at us now. It's too late. Too late to tell you how I really feel. I think deep down you knew... because, I think - you must have felt the same way too.
"Astoria" Draco called to his wife who was getting ready for work.
"Yes, Draco?"
"I'm going to the Ministry... There's some alchemical manuscripts I need to have checked out..." Draco lied, his palms sweating, his ears and cheeks growing warm. This was the first lie he had told in a really long time. His stomach tied in knots as flashes of Hermione came to him in spurts.
I wonder, if she would punch me?
"Okay, I told you I had to work late. That's fine Honey -" Astoria called down to her husband from their bedroom in Malfoy Manor. Before Draco Malfoy could hear what else his wife had to say, he flew out the front door and headed towards the closest teleport to the Ministry.
"Oh come on," said Hermione, with a disgusted look at Malfoy, "let's go and find the others."
"Keep that big bushy head down, Granger," sneered Malfoy.
It's not like I planned on loving her. I just did.
I pushed her, so she shoved me.
"Hermione I-" Draco said, "No. No!" He ran his manly hand across his perspiring neck. Relieving the stress that was building up. His left eye started to twitch, he let out a small growl. What to say to the women that left him speechless.
"Blimey, it's only Monday, Do us a favor and stop talking to yer self!" Draco heard a stranger cry from another stall before they flushed themselves in.
This is just ridiculous!
"Hermione, congratulations?" Draco nervously said to the air, offering a hand to shake. The wall just starred blankly back at him, "NO! NO! That is the stupidest thing I've ever said." Draco mumbled to himself. He flushed himself in the ministry.
Why are you even doing this?!
"Hermione, It's been forever! You look good." Draco shrugged, "That sounds too desperate!" He scolded himself. It had never been easy to talk to her.
It's not like I haven't seen her in years. I saw her at platform 9 3/4, King's Cross, when we dropped off our children to get on the train to go to Hogwarts. I hadn't dared looked at her though.
"Hermione - I" Draco started again. He was flabbergasted. It had been years and he was still speechless when it came to her. The way she challenged him leaved him stunned. Unable to think properly. He walked across the floor of The Ministry continuing to mumble what he longed to say to her.
Draco got on the lift, still mumbling to himself - ignoring the other witches and wizards that were starring at him.
They had run into each other several times before over the past few years. A few places in the Muggle world - Shopping around Diagon Alley, in little shop's. He had bumped into her one day when he went out shopping for Astoria - who was at home pregnant in bed. He was looking for a magical antidote for her pregnancy symptoms. He had bumped into Granger, who was also expecting and she helped him chose the right relief potion for Astoria. Hermione had been eager and happy to help him out. Each glowing from one another's long missed, prideful, prejudice presence.
Draco paced back and forth in a hallway near the Department of Magical Law. He chewed on the inside of his lip, casually running his manly hands through his blonde hair. His eyes glistening with a nervous excitement.
He was backing up when he bumped into someone.
"You moron, couldn't you see that I was busy here?!" He spat turning around on his heels to face the moron that walked right into him!
"You big bafoon, you cut me off! I was walking perfectly straight!- Draco? Draco Malfoy?" Hermione dropped her clipboard her jaw dropped wide open. Then closed it.
"Oh, I am sorry! You are not a moron!" Draco apologized, picking up her clipboard from off the ground, "You see I was just..."
"You were just?" Hermione raises a curious eyebrow, "Standing in the middle of a hallway with nothing better to do?"
They were standing so close together by the time Malfoy said, "reading about your promotion in The Daily Prophet." That the brim of their noses almost touched.
Hermione smiled as she said, "Oh, you noticed?"
"How could I not?" He paused for a second utterly mesmerized, "I read The Prophet every morning." Draco said, biting the inside of his lip.
Hermione didn't respond. She is just as shocked and in awe as Draco is, "What? Do you think I can't read Granger?"
"You don't look any different!" Hermione said with a gasp, " I'd thought you'd have long hair by now or be wearing all black." Hermione said pointing to his blue shirt, "But, I have to admit, blue is a good color on you." She took a few steps backwards, still smiling at him.
"Congratulations on your promotion. I know you must have worked hard to get where you wanted to be." Draco winced. That didn't come out at all how he wanted too.
"And you haven't been working hard? I do read the manuscripts you send in and all the notes you write... I didn't realize, back at Hogwarts you were second behind me in all our classes Malfoy! Who would have figured!" Hermione said mentioning him to follow her.
"You would have... I thought?" Malfoy questioned. The storm inside him was beginning all over again, "I thought you knew."
"Well, I did think about you..." Hermione cleared her throat, "I even missed charms class once because I felt... badly..." Hermione slowly dragged on. She gulped loudly enough for Draco to hear.
"You know," She said, "That day I punched you in the face." Hermione turned to him, her cheeks flushed light red.
"This is my office." She said, "Do you want to come in?" She asked and leaned up against the door, Draco couldn't say no even if he wanted too.
Draco looked to his left and right. His stomach turned in knots, as he starred at the brown-eyed, beautiful women before him. She stood proudly, and magically before him.
"Well? I don't have all day!" Hermione said.
"Of course, I do..." Draco said. She lead him inside and shut the door behind him. She sat down at his wooden desk, perfectly clean and tidy and waited for him to sit down across from her.
"You know.. I'm sorry that I punched you..." Hermione said, looking down at her lap. For as confident as she looked in her picture, Draco got the sense she was still sensitive, hiding under layers just like him.
"It is quite alright. I was asking for it. I deserved it. I don't know who I'd be if you hadn't punched me in the face..." Draco admitted, he looked at her. Wanting so badly, as he had for years, to run to her and comfort her. Instead, he held himself back. Use to refraining his true feelings and hiding them underneath.
"I'm the one that should be apologizing." Draco said standing up, putting his hands on her desk and leaning over, "After all, I was the one that was always being mean."
Hermione pushed him back into his chair, "You called me the M-word multiple times!"
"You egged me on! You knew perfectly well that I couldn't stand being second best to you!" Draco admitted, sitting up in his chair. He re-adjusted his tie.
Hermione placed a stray strand of brown hair behind her ear, "Don't be daft Draco, I wouldn't do such a thing..."
"Then why did you stop one day?"
"Draco, you and I have always disliked one another!" Hermione said she started to shuffle through some papers, scattering them across her desk.
"Mockery is the sincerest form of flattery." Draco said and got up, "I think it is time for me to leave Hermione." Draco scouted in her chair for her and made for the doorway.
"Draco, wait.." Hermione said. The door to her office flew open and a little dwarf went running over to Hermione and handed her a letter.
"It's an emergency!" cried the dwarf who went crying out her office. Hermione scribbled something down on a piece of paper.
"Here," she said handing the piece of paper to Malfoy, "Give me a call sometime and maybe we can talk about your little ferret problem!" She flew off at great speed, in search of the dwarf.
"There you go, egging me on again." Draco smiled, putting the piece of paper in his pocket.
