Prompt: Dramione- Write-a-long

Any time period/pairing/era

Word count: 4436 (500 each writer)

Note: The following story is a submission to the facebook group Platform 9 3/4. An Aesthetic was made as the prompt and each writer was given 24 hours to write a submission, they were then given the opportunity to write a second piece of the story.

Disclaimer: the author of this story did not create these characters and will in no way claim ownership therein. All things Harry Potter related belong to JK Rolling.


Story Title : Dramione write-a-long- The Time Turner Accident

Rating: K

Genre: Romance

Fanfic name : Platform9 3/4

Pairing if any: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger

Ocs if any: None

Summary : Draco steals Hermione's time turner to go back in time and fix what house one of them were sorted into, when it all goes wrong, how will Draco fix it and will he get back to the right time and will everything work out for the better or will it go terribly wrong.


The Time Turner Accident


"Hand it over, Draco."

The young man's platinum head shot up quickly and he grimaced guiltily. His fist closed reflexively on the small gold trinket he'd stolen from his girlfriend.

"No. It will work, Hermione!"

The curly haired witch rolled her eyes and dropped down beside him on the worn flannel blanket. She reached up and gently fingered the cool silk of his tie. The emerald and silver stripes really did nothing to distract from his ridiculously good looks.

"It will be alright. I promise. I'm not going to ditch you just because some stupid hat decided that we belong in different houses."

"But-"

A single finger pressed to his lips and he sucked in a shaky breath, his mind immediately playing over the events of earlier that day. It was common knowledge that years ago, students at Hogwarts were sorted before their first year. However, during the aftermath of the Wizarding War when they were mere babies, everything changed. Now students received 6 years of standard magical education, starting when they were 10.

After that they were able to choose specialized programs for the remaining 5 years of education, even choosing to transfer out of Hogwarts if they wished. If they stayed, they'd be sorted at the beginning of their seventh year, which was that morning and precisely when Draco decided his world had gone to the dogs. Gryffindor. The hat had to latch onto those absurd Gryffindor-ian qualities and take her from him.

But he could fix it. All he had to do was figure our how to get her bloody time turner to work. He knew all he had to do was to either get her into Slytherin, or get himself into Gryffindor. He had learned from Hermione that had learned from Harry that the hat takes suggestions into account, so he knew exactly what to do. He wasn't exactly sure how to work the gold magic machine in his hand. He stared at it briefly, turned it around, and looked at it some more.

"Ok, hopefully I'll do this right. I think I understand it"

"You don't need to do this." She said. "We'll meet up during any free time you want."

"No, I'm doing this." He said with a twig of nervousness. Draco puts the turner around his neck. He takes her hands in his, and looks at her for a moment. Just admiring her face.

He puts his focus back on the turner. He spins the dial very slowly, then presses the knob.
He begins to feel his body no longer on the ground. He spins a little then lands. He feels his feet touch the earth again, but something isn't quite right...

ooooOoooo

Opening his eyes Draco Malfoy find himself confused; instead of going back the six hours he had expected, he found himself standing in the Great Hall as an eleven year old. Looking around the room, seeing classmates, most of which he loathed, he searched desperately for the bushy haired know it all he loved. He found her amongst the other first years and was shocked to not see any recognition on her face when she saw him staring.

"Hermione! Over here!" He was anxious for her to make her way to him. Knowing that if he could just get to her then they could fix this. She wasn't the brightest witch of their year for nothing.

"Do I know you?" The nervous young witch responded.

"Very funny Hermione, it's me, Draco." At her lack of recognition he became panicked, the woman he loved was in front of him and didn't know him, now he had two major problems to fix. This day was not going according to plan.

She smiled, trying to stay polite in the face of the most confusion she's felt in days, "I don't believe we've met before today, but it's nice to meet you Draco, I'm Hermione Granger, did you learn of magic when you got your letter too?! I've read and reread all the books, and tried a few spells, how about you?!"

Draco looked terrified and bewildered. "How can you not remember me?!" He practically screamed, "This is a cruel trick 'Mione, everything we've been through, you just promised me, I love.., don't pretend you don't know me now!"

"I'm sorry, but I'm not being cruel, I truly don't remember meeting you before right now.." Hermione said quietly, noticing the rest of the first years attention on them, which Draco seemed to just notice.

Draco started to panic. 'How can this happen, I was only going back a few hours!' He thought frantically, 'I wasn't supposed to go back years!' He looked down at the time turner still in his hand, and tried to turn the dial forward, and it wouldn't budge. So time turners aren't supposed to go forward in time, only backwards, any wizard who knew about them knew that, but they weren't supposed to go back more than a few hours either! How was he supposed to fix this mess now?!

Hermione, noticing the panic that had set in over the silver haired boy, calmly put her hand on his shoulder.
"It's going to be alright. There's no need to worry." She said, holding his gaze.
"I'm sorry if we've met before and I don't remember."

"It's not just that we've met Hermione! We were inseparable! We were-" As Draco said this he began to feel the pairs of eyes burning holes in him. Looking around he realized that most of the eyes in the Great Hall were on the two of them. Slowly he began to realize that she didn't remember anything.

Not the magic she had learned or the friends she had made. She didn't even remember them. This wasn't what he had planned. As these thought began to race in his mind devastation began to set in. 'She couldn't remember!' He thought, 'How do I fix this? Think Malfoy, what would Mione do?' Taking her hand in his, he looked directly into her eyes and asked,"Can we go to somewhere quieter so I can think and explain what's happening?"

She stared at him for a moment, considering this request, before finally nodding. With that, he lead her from the Great Hall. As he was leading her from the Great Hall, his mind went mad. Caution thrown to the wind he grabbed her hand. He could hear her gasp at his actions.

They wandered for a bit until they found a secluded corner. Looking down, he considered her hand in his. "Draco, what are you playing at? I don't understand the meaning of any of this. I've only just met you. You grabbed my hand like –"

"Hermione, could you just stop talking for five seconds? Normally, I love your ability to breathe as you continuously speak but now is not the time. Listen to me." He reaches into his robes to pull out the time turner and show it to her.

"I used this to come back in time to make it easier for us to be together. I thought that if maybe we were in the same house, we could be more public. I remember you telling me about Potter having his choice taken into account by the Sorting hat, I thought –" He sighs and shakes his head trailing off.

"That's impossible. The Sorting Hat goes by the characteristics you possess."

'She doesn't believe me. How could she not believe me' He thinks frantically.

"Hermione, I love you. That's all you need to understand. All I want is to be with you. I will do anything to make that possible. I thought that would be evident in my doing this." He smiles at her and takes her face in his hands kissing her quickly before she has a chance to pull away.

He hears the sound of whirring and everything around them begins to speed up. They stay locked in a kiss while gradually getting older until they're back in present day. She pulls away smiling up at him. She looks different but he can't pin point what it is. He looks deeply in her eyes and breaks away when he sees a glint of silver and green upon her chest.

"Oh no." He whispers. "You're in Slytherin now? But Potter and Weasley? Are they not your friends still?"

She looks confused. "Draco, I've always been in Slytherin. I don't know Potter or Weasley well enough to call them anything but Gryffindors. The day I was sorted someone told me that I could choose. I don't quite remember clearly enough who it was but I got up there and began thinking about the other houses and I wanted to be sorted into Slytherin. I had no idea why but everything drew me to the Green and Silver house. He took my choice into account and put me in Slytherin. Shortly after I met you. You don't remember us meeting?"

He shakes his head wild eyed. "This isn't right. I remember a meeting between us but not the way you remember. What have I done?"

He runs his hand through his blonde hair fingering the time turner beneath his robes. "I've got to go back." He whispers.

ooooOoooo

He spins the dial once again, hoping to go back far enough to fix this. Hermione couldn't be Slytherin. She wouldn't be the same without those two louts around. Unfortunately, instead he looked up and everything was the same, except Hermione running to meet him at their spot. He barely had time to register what had happened before she was in his arms.

Her soft curls were pressed against his nose and he breathed in deeply the fresh scent of her hair. But something was wrong. Draco could not quite put a finger on just what it was but there was definitely something.

"Hermione," he breathed. "You would never guess what's happened to me. It's been madness. I-"

She pulled back from him, smirking up at him mischievously. "Well tell me about it later, Dra-co. You know Parkinson will have a conniption if we show up late to her bash."

He frowned, puzzled by her words. "I, what? But I need to talk to you. It's important."

She grabbed a hold of his arm, pulling him with her. He caught his breath when he noticed the way her uniform clung tightly to her figure, difficult not to notice as she was sauntering through the castle halls. As they walked, students of all houses greeted them in passing. They passed by Draco in a blur. Hermione seemed unaffected by the attention and she threw a glance over her shoulder, grinning at him.

It was then that he noticed...she was wearing makeup. Not much, just some eyeliner and lipgloss. And her hair, it was sleek and shiny. Had there just been a ball?

Fearing creeping up to the surface, he pulled her inside a dark corridor. "Hermione, I don't know what this nonsense is about Parkinson's bash, but what the bloody hell is going on? You're wearing makeup-"

"Makeup?" She laughed. "Honestly Draco, your acting so...soft. What's wrong with you is the question. We have a meeting this next break and you don't want to see HIM seeing you as a bumbling fool, do you?"

He started sweating, and unsure what provoked him to do so, he reached for her arm. grabbing it. He pulled up the sleeve of her oxford and his stomach dropped at the sight of the mark emblazoned over her creamy skin.

'Why do you look so pale? What's the matter, Draco, honestly?' said Hermione, annoyance clear on her face.

'No, it can't be,' whispered Draco in utter shock. 'What have you done?'

'What have I done? We made the choice together! This is not the time to fool around, Draco. Now let's get a move on, the others will be waiting,' Hermione replied.

Unable to move, his mind swirled. Finally, grasping hold of his thoughts, he said, 'Wait. I've got to tell you something.'

'Well, make it quick. I can't imagine what HE will do if we're late again.'

'This-this is wrong. You were meant to be in Gryffindor. I fell in love with the bushy-haired girl who topped the class, the goofy girl with two insufferable best friends. Not with you, THIS you, with makeup and perfect hair and the Dark Mark for Merlin's sake! I used the Time Turner to go back and change my house to Gryffindor so that we wouldn't have to sneak around anymore. Instead, I landed here. I have to fix this, I have to make it right,' he finished.

'Draco, what's gotten into you? Me in Gryffindor? It makes no sense! I have always thought myself to be in Slytherin, and I love it here, and I love you,' Hermione said, taking the boy's face in her hands and looking deep into his grey eyes.

ooooOoooo

There was a ticking noise….Once, twice, thrice. It stopped. The small gold Turner rotated furiously. Suddenly the world around them was a blur as they moved through time. When it stopped, Draco looked around him and his eyes widened.

Just what in Merlin's name was going on? Draco stared, dumbstruck, at the time turner. He hadn't even turned it! A voice broke him out of his panic, "Draco, what happened? Where are we?" He looked up to see Hermione staring back at him and felt a sense of relief. But then he got a good look at her. Hair, still smooth, and lip gloss and eyeliner still in place.

"Let me see your arm, Hermione," Draco said in a panic. Looking at him like he was the wrong end of a blast ended skrewt, Hermione held out her arms. He slowly rolled back her left sleeve, just knowing what would be there. To his surprise, all he found was creamy white skin. Oh thank Merlin! But wait, why did she still look like that? Why was she still wearing Slytherin green?

"DRACO!" Hermione yelled, breaking him out of his revere. "Exactly where are we? It looks like Hogwarts, but why does everyone look off? And I don't recognize any of these Slytherins." Draco finally took in his surroundings.

They were in the Slytherin common room, but no one looked familiar. Everything about it was a bit off. The knot in his stomach began to grow, just how far had they been sent back? That was when he approached.
Tall, dark haired, and uniform crisp, he glided over to the pair. "Excuse me, but who are you and how did you get into our common room? I know all the Slytherins and I definitely don't know you two," said the unfamiliar student. "You see, I am Head Boy. My name is Tom Riddle and you are?"

Draco felt faint and looked to Hermione. The smile and look of joy on her face sent a shiver down his spine.

"I know who you are." Hermione whispered with a quirked eyebrow. "You're going to be the most powerful wizard in recent History." Tom Riddle looked the strange girl up and down before turning his attention to the boy.
"Who are you? You look very much like a younger version of Abraxas Malfoy." He asked. Draco shocked at being addressed by the Dark Lord said "I'm Draco Malfoy, my Lord, Abraxas Malfoy's grandson." Red flashed in Tom's eyes and he yelled imperiously, "DO NOT LIE TO ME! Tell me who you are! I command it!"
Hermione stepped in and pulled out the time-turner. "We came from the future, my Lord. However, we seem to be stuck in a loop. Draco here is telling the truth, he really is the Malfoy heir."
Tom studied the trinket for a while before addressing Hermione, "The sand is stuck in a constant backwards loop. You need to reverse the spellwork before you can hope to go back to your time. I can help you," Tom said eyeing Hermione, as if to size her up, "for a price."

There was a slight pause after Tom said "for a price".

In this pause Hermione looked over to Draco who wasn't hiding his emotions too well and looked like he just swallowed polyjuice potion and was clenching his fists. It seemed he picked up on the flirting ways of Tom Riddle as well.

Hermione looked back at Tom who was smirking she thought to herself he wasn't that bad looking he was quite handsome.

She decided to see how far he would go with the flirting and asked "and what might that price be Tom?"

Tom laughed and said "oh you flatter me with your assumption but I just want to know a few things about how the future turns out".

Hermione looked over to Draco and seen that he had visibly relaxed. She thought about the consequences of telling him about the future but if she didn't he wouldn't help them fix the time turner and they would never return to fix their own future so she decided to give as little details as she could.

"Well firstly there's going to be a young boy born he has the power to stop you his name is Harry and you will try and kill him but not succeed you have to plan your attack better"

Tom smiled "is there anything else I don't think that is enough information for what I am going to be assisting you with"

Draco spoke up this time and said "Once you help us we will tell you more, do we have a deal?" Tom looked like he was thinking hard and said...

"Perhaps I'd be more amenable if this lovely specimen," The older boy leered at Hermione, "would consent to spending a few hours with me. Alone."

Hermione giggled uncomfortably as Draco growled beside her. That was the last straw. He'd put up with being throw into the past, having his perfect girlfriend be corrupted by the most evil wizard of their time, and now that wizard was trying to steal her away?! No!

The latent magic crackled in the air as he glowered at the younger version of the tyrant from his time. "THAT will not be happening."

"Indeed? I do believe that would be for the lady to decide."

Hermione's eyes widened as she glanced between her boyfriend and the man she knew she'd come to worship, given time.

ooooOoooo

However, the choice was taken from her as Draco's magic exploded outward in a blinding flash of white light and swirling sand.

As the air around them began to crackle Tom Riddle reached for the artifact, with a desperate need for more time to gather the information he needed. He grasped the object as the wold around him began to speed up.

Draco was far too concerned with getting his beloved home safely he failed to notice that their journey to the present included a spare.

Hermione stood clinging to her boyfriend as they moved through time with a sense of disappointment she didn't want to name. It wasn't that she wanted Tom, Merlin no, she was crazy about Draco, but she felt she would've liked to return to a time where her darkness could be encouraged and where she could see a future with love AND power.

When the world stopped moving and they felt themselves stabilize, they realized that they were once again home in the Slytherin common room, but again things seemed slightly off, and only then did they realize they weren't alone. No, the darkest wizard in recent history had just tagged along and he looked as shocked as them.

Toms magic suddenly exploded around him, a heavy, suffocating weight over everyone's hearts, slowing the beats and making breathing hard. All the snakes around the slytherin common room came to life, hissing and attempting to break free from the restraints of the stone walls.
"Care to tell me, Mr. Malfoy, what exactly you just did to me?" Tom stated quietly, with a false air of calm, though his once blue eyes were currently tinted heavily with red.

Malfoy looks at Hermione nervously and wrings his hands a little. Hermione nods and whispers "You either tell him or I will." Malfoy shakes his head.

Hermione then steps up and speaks carefully. "You grabbed hold of one of our robes to transport yourself to the future, or what's known as present day for the two of us. We used a magical object called a time-turner."
Tom scoffs and looks furious.

"How DARE you speak to me like I'm some idiot MUGGLE. I know what a bloody time-turner is. Now what year is this? Who do I kill? TELL ME!''

Malfoy gulps and takes Hermione's hand. "The year is 1996 and you've requested of Dumbledores murder, sir. You've requested it of me as I'm a student here and I'm a death eater." He pulls up his left sleeve to show his dark mark to the Dark Lord.
Malfoy looks up into Toms face to find that the man looks pleased. "And tell me, does everyone fear me Mr. Malfoy?" Tom asks with a smirk.
Hermione and Malfoy look at each other nervously. "Uhhm, not as much as you would like since Harry Potter survived your killing curse. There's more sir. Important information. Hermione will tell you." Malfoy steps back and folds his hands in front of him.
"Harry Potter is what some would call a horcrux. When your curse failed, you put a piece of your soul inside of him. You can enter his mind whenever you want because of this. Originally you made 6 but Harry makes 7. He's going to try to destroy them all. You have to stop him to be great."
Malfoy looks surprised as does Tom. "How do you know this?" Tom asks.
Hermione shakes her head. "I don't know. But I remember hearing of it."

"Well." Tom straightened his Slytherin green tie, face falling in what was becoming clear was his trademark look of impassiveness. "It would seem I have a new mission for you two."

Draco and Hermione exchanged worried looks, trepidation evident in their gaze.

"My presence in the year 1996 presents an issue of sorts. The time paradox. It would appear there are now two versions of myself. This monstrous one of which you speak, and the one you see before you. I must deal with my older self while you two, must deal with my horcrux."

Tom leveled his intense gaze at the frightened duo, his intentions clear.

"You don't mean..." Draco ventured.

"The two of you will kill Harry Potter."

Tom did not wait to see the impact his order had on the two of them. He disapparated on the spot, leaving Draco and Hermione staring blankly after him.

"Draco," Hermione said huskily. "Why do I feel so...torn by this order?"

"Because." Draco ran a hand through the fringe of his tousled bangs. "I'm telling you, you were once friends! This is mad."

"But the Dark Lord gave an order. His orders are final."

"Yes I know," Draco snapped. "There is only one thing left to do." He grabbed a hold of Hermione's slim shoulders, letting his forehead drop against hers, relishing in the feel of her skin against his. "We have to ask HIM for help."

Without wasting another moment, Draco and Hermione rushed out of the common room, making their way to the Gargoyle Corridor. Attracting curious looks from the other students, the pair ran as fast as they could, stopping in front of the giant eagle.

'Sherbet Lemon,' Hermione said, recalling what she had once overheard while mindlessly roaming in the corridors.

Draco looked astonishingly at the brunette beside him. His attention was broken as the giant statue began to turn, and reveal the staircase. Hurrying up, they stood in front of the table panting, a phoenix staring blankly at them.

As they were watching the Phoenix they didn't see the wizened old man come down the stairs.

He let them stare for a bit and then cleared his throat. They spun around.

Dumbledore was the first to speak.

"And what do I owe the pleasure of your company to at this late at night?" He said but from the look in his blue sparkling wizened eyes he knew what they needed.

Hermione and Draco looked at each other and Draco gestured at Hermione to go ahead.

"It's a long story we had an accident with time travel and we ended back in hogwarts when The dark lord was at school he kind of piggy backed his way back with us and has ordered us to Kill Harry Potter only we don't want to follow this order, will you help us get out of under his reign and live our lives together happily?"

Dumbledore studied them and said "this is going to be hard for you both. You are so immersed in his inner circle are you sure before we go ahead with your protection?"

They both looked at each other and nodded.

"Okay stay here and let me get started on a plan on where you are going to go and we will get you out as soon as I get back"

He left the office and they sat down. They were there for what felt like hours when all of a sudden there was a massive crash from outside the office.

They ran down stairs and seen that people from both sides of the war were fighting. Dumbledore came to them and said "I was well on to my plan to get you out when I heard Voldemorts forces had somehow found out and were on their way here to fight for you. We are going to have to fight for your freedom".

-time lapse 9 days-

The battle was hard but Voldemort had been defeated.

Hermione and Draco were currently separated in different parts of the castle preparing for their marriage as in the heat of the battle Draco had proposed and they didn't want to waste any time apart from each other.

It was time Draco was standing at the front of the Great Hall waiting beside Dumbledore when everyone became quiet and looked towards the back of the hall. There standing as beautiful as ever was Hermione in gorgeous silver robes with green thread fashioned into roses going up the ribbing of the dress and her brown bushy hair was no longer it was hanging straight down her back. She walked down the aisle between the guests and the ceremony began...

The end.