**Disclaimer I do not own Harry Potter**
Hi guys! This is basically is a Dramione fanfic...if you don't like Draco and Hermione together then you don't have to read! I hope you like it. Please R/R! Thanks!
3 years before Hogwarts (for Hermione)
"Yeah right," Draco said, sarcasm just dripping off his voice. He just had to disagree with everything, didn't he? "Please, I am absolutely positive that you won't get a letter from Hogwarts," Hermione was trying to convince Draco that he would be stuck at he Manor all his life. Draco thought that it was an amusing banter, but he just wanted to be back at the Manor-as horrible as it was. I mean the house was awesome but Draco didn't enjoy Lucius's, his father, company. Draco snorted with the thought of his father. Lucius thought that Draco was at Goyle's house. Draco laughed bitterly at his dim-witted friend-if you could call him that.
"What?" Hermione asked when she saw his glare. Her brown eyes were filled with concern. Hermione looked like she actually cared for him. Draco wasn't used to that since his father certainly. "Just thinking unpleasant thoughts- Lucius," he added feeling that she deserved an answer to his glare. "Lucius? Whose that?" she questioned, deep in thought. Hermione looked suspiciously at Draco. He hated seeing her look at him that way. "My dad..." Draco responded hesitantly. "Since when do you call him Lucius?" Hermione interrogated him further, if possible. Draco would never tell her this-he dos have his Malfoy pride to worry about- but she was the reason why he called his dad Lucius.
Lucius said that Draco couldn't talk to Hermione because she was muggle-born. Well he didn't exactly say that..."She-is-a-mudblood!" He had screamed at Draco. When Draco protested he just yelled more,"She is a mudblood! You are a Malfoy! They do not mix! I forbide you not to talk to her!" Lucius mad sure to annunciate every word, wanting to make sure that Draco could hear him. "Well?" Hermione's voice brought Draco back to reality.
"Oh...that. Well it's easier than calling him Father." Draco knew that if he didn't call him Lucius that he would ignore him altogether. "I don't think so," Hermione protested and sounded determined. "I see that my Draco is- well- with you," an icy voice broke into their conversation. Hermione would swear that she saw Draco's face fall, but then he put on an expression of pure boredom. "Lucius," Draco responded stiffly. Lucius didn't say anything but gave a look to Draco and then the café that was on the corner of the street. Draco took the hint."Hermione, let's go inside," Draco said with a slight trace of nervousness in his voice. Hermione nodded swiftly then followed Draco in.
Lucius led them into the back corner of the café. It was completely deserted. "Well I can't let people associate my son with a mudblood," Lucius muttered dangerously. Hermione looked momentarily stunned when he referred to her as "mudblood." That quickly turned to anger that was put out by the glare that wanted to make Draco run for his life. Hermione's eyes were wide open, a sure sign that she was extremely scared.
Draco would have laughed if he wasn't scared too. He never would have thought that Hermione could be scared so easily. After all, she used to tease him for being scared of Lucius, but she now knew how frightening Lucius could be. Quietly, Draco looked for a way out of this seemingly hopeless situation. Sensing what he was doing, Lucius grabbed Draco's arm. Draco would swear that Lucius could see from every single angle even when he wasn't looking in that direction. Draco thought that he was being extremly stealthy (which he wasn't). "Well, I think that now it is time to end this little rendezvous- as pleasant as it is," Lucius said as he lazily pointed his want at Hermione. Her brown eyes were filled with fear. What would he do to her? "Obliviate," Lucius's spell answered her question- though later she would even remember that she thought it. And that was the end of it. Draco was waiting for the same treatment, but it never came. After all, how could Lucius wipe the memory of his own son?
Hermione sat up with a start. Her want was sprawled on the floor- as was she. Why was she there? She couldn't seem to remember. Hermione grabbed her wand quickly because she felt that something was terribly wrong. All she didn't know was what happened. It worried her because isn't it kind of strange when you wake up in the middle of the day in a random place and you can't even remember what you did the day before? Or all week? Surprisingly, it took her longer than it should have just to remember her own address! Hermione looked up and was met with grey eyes. They looked hurt and mad, but she didn't know why. The eyes belonged to a boy that she didn't know, but he acted as if they were old friends who were meeting after a long time. She thought that he must have her mixed up with someone else.
Hermione was still on the floor and she suspected that she must look a little silly, but she didn't care. "Dr-ra-aco..." the boy stammered looking flustered. As he said this he helped her to her feet. Hermione supposed that Draco must be the boy's name. She said a quick thanks and then they both left the café. They said their goodbyes and parted different ways. He went left, she went right. He remembered. She didn't.
Please comment but remember...I have feelings too!:) I hope you liked my chapter! I will try to update soon!
