Destined to Love
Summary: The last thing they remember is fighting with each other during the war, how the hell did they end up years into the future? And why exactly are they here?
Starring: Draco/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Luna, Blaise/Lavender
Need to know:
The war starts end of seventh year
Draco was meant to kill Dumbledore but accepted his help, earlier on in the year, therefore Draco does have a dark mark
Draco joined the order halfway through the sixth year
Sirius is dead btw but no one else is, not in the past or future unless I say.
The rest is in the story, enjoy.
A/N: First I want to thank Murgy31 for betaing this for me!
And secondly, this story is dedicated to Fozzy Floozy and Techwiz! :D
Chapter 1:
Dumbledore's Plan
He was an insufferable prat. A stupid stupid stupid Prat! To say Hermione was angry, was an understatement, she was dreadfully furious! Here they were, minutes before the war was about to start and the prat of a ferret known as Draco freaking Malfoy was stuck with her in the shrieking shack! And he was being a prat.
"Will you stop pacing Granger!" Draco angrily muttered as he tried to get the door open.
"Oh I'm sorry your highness!" Hermione replied. "Am I disturbing you? If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't be in this damn mess!"
"If it wasn't for me?" Draco repeated. "You're the bookworm who heard a scary noise down here!"
"What ever, you said we should check it out!"
"BECAUSE YOU HEARD SOMETHING!"
Hermione cursed under her breath.
"Language Granger," Draco warned, grabbing his wand, wondering why he had come down here. Why did he listen to her? Joining the order was a big decision, why did I think working with Miss Know it all would work out?
"Maybe if we scream, someone will hear us," Hermione said desperately.
"What I don't get is how the fuck the door got jammed," Draco sneered. "And why can't I open it magically, if it was a jam it should be openable."
"That's not a word," Hermione said.
"I'm sorry, that at a time of crisis my vocabulary isn't up to scratch!"
Hermione blushed, she moved so she stood beside him, facing the door. She tied her curly brown hair back and thought.
"Maybe if we both try to blow it up together."
"You want to blow up a door?" Draco smirked. "Didn't know you had it in you Granger."
"Look would you rather die of oxygen deprivation?"
"Fair point," Draco sighed pushing his blonde bangs out of the way. "Count of three."
"Fine, I'll count," Hermione replied.
"Are you implying I can't count?"
"If the shoe fits…"
"You're a unendurable little beaver!"
"Better then being a scrawny little ferret!"
"I'm far from scrawny Granger," Draco smirked.
Hermione blushed again, "Oh whatever, fine you count."
"One, two, three!" Draco counted.
"Confringo!" Draco and Hermione shouted, as sparks flew out of their wands, they hit the door but nothing happened, no hole randomly appeared, the door didn't fly back, it just…remained.
"Why did that not work?" Hermione wondered aloud.
"The war has probably started," Draco sighed as he held his left arm and looked at the mark.
"How do you know?"
"Burns a little," Draco, said through gritted teeth.
"Is there anything I can do?" Hermione whispered moving to him.
"No, I don't want the likes of you to touch me!" Draco snarled.
"Fine!" Hermione snapped and moved back.
Draco regained his posture after a few minutes.
"Better?" Hermione asked, not looking at him.
"Yea," Draco replied.
"We need to get out of here," Hermione moaned.
"We will," Draco said pushing her aside and examining the door. He looked closely at the hinges. "Someone's locked us in."
"What?" Hermione shouted. "No one's locked us in!"
"Yea well these hinges are changing colour, meaning someone has locked us in from the outside. Very powerful magic causes the hinges to change colour and to stop our magic breaking the door."
"Ok so who would lock us in?" Once Hermione had asked she knew the answer. "Death eaters!"
"Genius," Draco rolled his eyes at her.
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Outside the room…
"Albus have you lost your mind?" McGonagall asked her superior. "The war has started and you're here locking two students in a room? This is not the time for this…"
"Minerva, I think this is definitely the time," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.
"Why have you locked Hermione and Draco in there?"
"You see, the war is almost over and they aren't getting along yet."
"Albus! Please tell me this is not about interhouse equality! That can be done after the war! We need them out there! The death eaters are coming!"
"Minerva you don't understand. What the two of them can offer, well no one else can."
"What?"
"They must be one to succeed."
"Albus will you please stop talking in riddles and tell me what you are talking about!"
"All in due time, first I must do something," Dumbledore smiled as he lifted his wand.
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Back in the shack…
"SHUT UP MALFOY!" Hermione shouted. "I CAN'T THINK!"
"That's a first," Draco rolled his eyes.
"You are such a…" Hermione started but her eyes began to lose focus.
"Can't even finish a sentence huh Grang…" Draco smirked but he too suddenly felt dizzy.
"Mal…" Hermione tried but her body was losing energy.
Both fell onto the ground simultaneously and then their bodies disappeared.
Albus Dumbledore opened the door and entered followed by Minerva McGonagall.
"Where are they?" Minerva asked.
"In a place where they have time to become one," Albus replied, he looked around the room. It had worked.
"Oh, enough of the riddles," Minerva huffed. "Lets just hope you know what your doing." With that she left, ready to go back to Hogwarts, to fight.
"I know what I'm doing, let's hope Hermione and Draco know what to do next." Albus smiled and with a swish of his cloak he disappeared.
A/N: Yep a brand new story! And this one will be a nice romance, less drama more fluff! :D
Review to make me continue! :D
Oh and chapters will get longer!
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