Story: Regretful Past
Summary: His childhood was one of the most happiest days of his life. Not a problem that children had to worry about. But there was that one person that he wasn't able to recall. He didn't recall, but the bushy haired Gryffindor knew. DHr
UFe: I don't own any of them, yo. XD Anyways, new stories rawk my socks, so I just thought that I'd put this up because it came up while I was writing chapters for my other fanfics. Enjoy!
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Chapter One
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Playing around in the yard, a pale boy with sleek, sliver hair and a girl with bushy brown hair collided into each other, laughing hysterically. Those were the days. Draco Malfoy, now in his sixth year of Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry, remembered and loved his childhood. Draco could remember every bit of it except one thing. His childhood friend, he had ironically forgot all about her. 'Who is that girl?' Draco continuously repeated in his mind, replaying that scene from his childhood in his head.
The four-year-old feminine beauty and the four-year-old irresistible boy were out in the yard once more. Throwing fallen leaves, of various colours at each other. High pitched giggles came from the two children, rolling down the steep hills and into an enormous (for their height) pile of leaves. The two children played for hours in the yard with each other. Playing Tag and Hide and Go Seek.
Draco shook his head, in frustration. He needed to know who that 'feminine beauty' was. It was only a Saturday afternoon, when this situation had reunited with him again. Draco tried to get the flashback out of his mind, so he could clear his mind, for now. To his misfortune, Pansy Parkinson came prancing into the Slytherin common room, happy to see her Draccie-poo. Pansy sat next to Draco linking arms with him.
"Draccie-poo, why weren't you at dinner?" Pansy asked.
"Parkinson, how many times do I have to tell you never to call me that!" Draco snapped, despising her presence. "No actually, do me a favour."
"What is it?" Pansy said, fluttering her eyelashes.
"Leave me alone," Draco said, bluntly. There that should've done it.
"Oh... okay," Pansy stopped batting her eyelashes and unlinked arms with Draco promptly. She arose from her seat and found Blaise Zambini.
Hermione had excused herself from dinner, earlier than expected to sit by the lake. Gazing at the lake, she felt the autumn winds blowing lightly in her direction. In deep thought, Hermione was interrupted by a leaf hitting her cheek. She grabbed the leaf before it got away with the light winds. Eye the orange-greenish leaf, she remembered the days when she was a child playing in the yard. She chose to keep this part of her childhood from her best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. There was only one reason why Hermione had to keep this from them. Draco Malfoy. He and Hermione have been childhood friends from the start.
Hermione recalled how they first met. It was in what Muggles called it a 'playground'. Hermione was playing in the sand pit among five other children. Draco was sitting on a bench near by, swinging his little legs back and forth, he was staring unhappily at the bunch of children playing in the sand pit. Though, Hermione was the only one to spot him. Like a little girl would do, she walked up to Draco, hands filled with sand and waved hello smiling widely. He returned the smile, he was happy to see that someone wanted to come play with him.
"Hi! Want to come play?" Hermione had asked, smiling again.
"Okay!" Draco replied, excitedly, following Hermione into the sand pit.
They made a sand castle, laughing and giggling with each other. The two meeting each other was just that, it's like you'd meet a kid and ten seconds later, you act like you're the best of friends.
Hermione came back to reality, after remaking that scene in her mind. The moon and stars shining brightly over the lake, casting Hermione's shadow. She decided to turn in, as she let go of the leaf, letting it fly with the wind, gracely. Hermione pulled herself up and smoothed her clothes before walking towards the castle. She walked through the flight of stairs to get to the portrait of the Fat Lady. Hermione recited the password 'huckleberry' and the portrait swung opened.
She entered through the hole and into the common room. She found Harry and Ron still at it with their Divinations homework and the essay Snape had assigned them, earlier this afternoon. Hermione smiled at the two as they saw her enter the room.
"Oi, Hermione, could you help us with homework?" Ron asked, sheepishly, looking rather frustrated with the range of difficulty the homework was set.
"Boys," Hermione muttered, "I refuse to do your homework, even if it was Divinations or any other subject we've got."
"Hermione, just this once," Harry said, adding the puppy eyes.
"Good night," Hermione replied, walking up the staircase to the girls' dormitories.
Draco lay restlessly on his bed, staring at the ceiling of his four poster bed in his Headboy dorm. For Merlin's sake, who the hell is she! Draco thought, getting out of the bed and commenced pacing back and forth in his dorm. He groaned, he needed a walk around the school to help him think. Draco grabbed a green-blackish cloak that lay on a chair and wrapped it over his green and white pyjamas.
He pulled the door opened, and closed it behind him slowly, trying not to attract anyone that was near by. Draco walked freely through the dark halls, his wand lighting his path. He disturbed some of the portraits, but he just ignored them and continued walking. Draco walked down a few flights of stairs. Once he reached the landing at the bottom of the stairs, he turned right.
Draco was getting annoyed, he had to find out who the feminine beauty of a friend he had as a child. Deep in his thoughts, he suddenly bumped into someone. Great, I'm gonna get detention now. Draco thought, pointing his lighted wand at the person who fell to the floor. Draco looked at the bushy haired girl, staring long and hard. It was Hermione Granger, yes, but she reminded him of someone. In Draco's mind, he had a flashback, of when he was in the sand pit with his childhood friend. Hermione looked almost like her.
"Granger, what are you doing up late, in the halls?" Draco sneered.
"Oh - I - um - HEY, why are you up, you're not even supposed to be up this late either," Hermione snapped, pulling herself up, looking at Draco in the eyes.
"I'm Head Boy, I can walk though the halls as late as I like," Draco growled, narrowing his eyes at Hermione.
Hermione scoffed and brushed shoulders against Draco as she walked by him. Draco turned around, about to yell something at her, but he was too caught up with his thoughts again. Could Hermione be her? Draco thought, making his way back up to his Head Boy dorm. It can't be her, she's a Muggle, and clearly she was a witch... I think. Bloody, this isn't helping me at all, it's confusing me. Draco walked into his dorm and propped himself on his bed. He soon went to sleep restlessly.
Hermione made her way back up to he Gryffindor tower and she recited the password to the Fat Lady, practically yelling. The portrait swung opened and she tiptoed her way back up to her dorm. Why was Draco staring at me like that? Hermione thought, getting into bed as quietly as she could. She came up with many solutions that were bogus. She gave up and hoped that tomorrow would be better than today was. Hermione closed her eyes and was soon asleep.