Summary: Draco and Hermione, little do they know it, were childhood friends. Hermione's parents are actually pureblooded and they were hiding from the Ministry for fear of going to Azkaban for following the Dark Lord. They were waiting for their Lord to return in order to return to the wizarding world and now that he has, they tell Hermione all about their old lives and about her best friend, moving her back to their old house over the summer. Takes place right after OotP.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Title: Childhood Sweethearts Remember
Chapter 1: Deceptions Revealed
"YOU'RE WHAT?" a young girl screamed at the top of her lungs. She had just gotten back from her fifth year of school and all of a sudden, her parents had sat her down for a family meeting.
"I'm a...witch, dear," her mother said. "And you're father is a wizard. And our last name isn't actually Granger. It's Reins."
As Hermione listened to her mother talk, she processed all the information. Reins. She had read about them in one of her books a while ago. They were one of the most well-known and well-respected pureblooded families in all of the wizarding world. Their blood line went back to the creation of magic.
"There's more," her mother said. "Well you see, you lived in the wizarding world for the first year of your childhood while um... he-who-must-not-be-named was rising in power. Your father and I were... well we actually still ARE two of his most loyal servants. That's why we're in the muggle community. We didn't want the ministry to find us after he fell but well... now that he's back; well we're moving into our old manor that has been abandoned since we left. It's in wizard London, right next door to our best friends. For a while now we've been going there and fixing it up little by little and it's finally ready."
After screaming into her pillow, she took a look at her mum. "So you're telling me that A: you're a death eater. B: I'm a Reins. And C: we're moving?"
Tears were pouring down her face. Her best friend was Harry Potter and if you knew anything about wizard history, you would know that he and he-who-must-not-be-named are mortal enemies, and will die by one another's hands. If her parents supported You-Know-Who, then that made them against Harry and she couldn't bare the thought. He was one of her best friends.
"Yes. We're moving," Patrice Reins said. "And there's more. Honey, for years I have listened to your wonderful stories from school pretending to know nothing about magic and purebloods, acting as though the names of the people you talked about were strange and foreign but sweetheart, I knew everyone. Remember telling me about Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle? Well their parents are close friends of your father and me. And Draco Malfoy? One of your enemies? Well his mother, Narcissa, is my best friend...and your godmother. And her husband, Lucius, is your godfather and your father's best friend. And Draco... well don't you remember him from your youth? You two used to be the best of mates. You were so cute together, watching you playing in the sand together, running through the backyard..."
"YOU'RE LYING! YOU HAVE TO BE LYING! THIS HAS TO BE A MISTAKE! I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON BUT THIS CAN'T BE REAL! HE'S MY WORST ENEMY! WE HATE EACH OTHER! PLEASE SAY IT'S NOT TRUE!" She rocked back and forth, her hands running through her hair and then scratching at her eyes as if she was losing her mind.
But her mother could not bare to lie to her daughter any longer and so she could not grant her daughters request. "I'm sorry but it's true. And there's even more."
"MORE?" Hermione asked. "Haven't you ruined my life enough?"
Mrs. Reins laughed nervously. "Well you see, when we moved to this muggle neighborhood, we kept in touch with the Malfoys, visiting the manor on weekends and such or even sometimes just going for weeks at a time, but then it became a danger for us to have any contact with the magic community and so when you were around seven years old, we stopped talking to them altogether. You were absolutely devastated. You came to me every day asking when we were going to see Draco and Aunt Sissy again. Aunt Sissy was your name for her because you could never say it fully growing up and by the time you could pronounce it, you had already grown accustomed to it. But seeing you so depressed over Draco caused our hearts to break. And so your father and I thought it best for you to have you forget him. So we erased your memory of our life in the wizarding world. Knowing that you would go to school and he would of course remember you, we changed your name to Hermione. Originally your name was Mia. Mia Reins. I'm so sorry that we lied to you but it's something you'll have to get over. I'm still your mother and eventually you'll have to forgive me. But we're moving tonight and the movers shall be here in a moment so don't you dare complain to me. I don't want to hear it."
And with that said, her mother walked out of the room and Hermione began to sob uncontrollably, flinging herself onto her bed. A few minutes later, the movers came in and picked up the bed with her on it, carrying her out of the room and into the truck while she fell asleep, exhausted after crying her heart out.
When she awoke, she found herself to be still in her own bed but in a room unfamiliar to her. Standing up, she walked around the room, taking in her surroundings. It was obvious to her that she was in the manor that her mother had been speaking of just by the looks of it. It was also obvious that she was extremely wealthy beyond belief. Her mouth opened in awe.
"So you were right under my nose all along," a voice said from the doorway. She looked over to find a tall boy, about 6'1" leaning against the door, his blonde hair falling in his face. "I can't believe it." His face was different. Usually whenever he looked at her, he would scowl or smirk, trying to find a way to make sure she knew how much he truly hated her. But not this time. Now he looked at her with a genuine smile but also a look of disappointment. He was sad and she didn't quite comprehend why.
But even worse than that, she didn't understand why he was in her room. "What are you doing in my room, Malfoy?" she asked, not with a face of scorn or anger but instead a face of boredom and exhaustion.
He ignored her question completely, having too much on his mind. "I waited for you for so long. My mum always told me that you'd come back to us one day and so I was waiting and waiting. At night, I'd write letters to you and send Perry off to find you but he'd always come back with the letter. But I wrote as often as I could, figuring that when you'd return then you could read them and know how much I missed you."
"Who's Perry?" she asked.
"My owl," he said moving closer to her taking a seat on her bed.
"Oh." She wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone. "Well I'm sorry that you waited for so long for me but I can't remember a thing about you and I ever being friends. All I know is that for the past five years, you've been the bane of my existence and so I'd appreciate it if you stopped acting like we're the best of friends."
"But we WERE! Can't you at least TRY to remember? You and I were inseparable. Talk to your parents. Get them to reverse the spell. Get your memory back. Then we'll talk. I can't stand this." He walked out of the room thoroughly annoyed by the way the conversation went. Walking down the stairs at a fast pace, he heard voices coming from the kitchen area. As he went in, he found his mother and his Aunt Patty sitting around the table drinking coffee.
"Hello, sweetheart," Narcissa said as soon as she saw her son. Then she noticed the frustration on his face. "What's wrong?"
"Ugh... It's useless. Mother, I've been waiting for his since I was seven. She's my best friend. Every day before I go to bed, she's on my mind. But she doesn't understand that because SOMEONE," he said looking straight at Patrice, "erased her memory and all she knows about me is that we've been enemies since the day we supposedly met."
His mother chuckled remembering their young love. "Give her time," she said. "She'll come around."
FLASHBACK
Two young children were running through the Reins Manor. They were running so fast that it sounded like there was a stampede going through the house. "I'm right behind you, Mi!" the boy screamed to his friend. Apparently they were racing through the house. Their destination, no one knew.
The two ran out the back door and through the yard, the boy shouting after his friend. "I'm going to get you!" he shouted from behind her. And sure enough, he did. He tackled her, landing in the sandbox. He was right on top of her, pinning her down on the ground. "I told you I'd get you," he said panting. He was out of breath from the chase but that didn't stop him from gloating. "I always get you. Face it, Mia, I'm just faster and stronger than you," he said while sticking out his tongue in order to accentuate his victory.
"When are you going to learn that just because you got me pinned down doesn't mean you've won?" she teased while summoning all her strength in order to flip him over. Now she was pinning him. They rolled around over and over and over until finally he had her pinned again.
He rolled off of her, smiling and laughing hysterically. She joined in and soon the two of them were cackling like hyenas. As soon as she calmed down a bit, she managed to speak again. "I'm leaving again tomorrow," she said sadly.
"But you just got here yesterday! I hate this! I wish you would just move back here! Why do you always have to go away? Hey I've got an idea! Why don't you stay here with me? Let your parents go away, living in that stupid muggle city! But then you can stay here! We'll grow up together and get married and then we'll live happily ever after! Please?"
She stood up and walked over to the swings, moving her legs back and forth urging the swing to take her as high as possible. "Drake...I can't... We can't... We're just kids for Gods sake!"
"SO?" he screamed up to her. "What does that matter when I love you and you love me? Unless you don't love me in which case I completely understand your reason for not staying here with me. So if you won't stay with me, then are you not in love with me anymore?"
"Drake, you know I love you but we're only seven! My mum's not going to let me stay with you. Besides, I don't want to leave my parents. Please don't ask me to." As she finished speaking, she jumped off the swing, landing right in front of him.
He took her in his arms and hugged her. "I would never ask you to do something you didn't want to do. I'm sorry. How about if I come and visit you at the other house? How does that sound? Good?"
She smiled and took his hand in hers. "Great. Now let's go inside and get a snack. I want a fluffernutter."
"You're so great. Who ever thought of combining marshmallow fluff and peanut butter on a sandwich was a genius!"
END FLASHBACK
Draco walked to his house and into his own bedroom, standing by the window. As he looked out, he could see through her bedroom window and he began to watch her moving about. She appeared as though she was losing her mind not being able to comprehend how her life had changed so drastically in just matter of a day.
He had been watching Hermione Granger for years finding something vaguely familiar about her and now he knew. She was Mia, Mia Reins. His best friend and the only girl he would ever even consider being with. As a child, he had proposed to her and now... he planned on making sure she remembered her acceptance of their engagement. He loved her when he was seven and he wasn't about to let eight or so years get in the way of that.
A/N Hey everyone. I just wrote this during the weekend. I thought it was a good story idea and so I wrote it. I hope you guys liked it. Tell me if you did. Tell me if you didn't. Just tell me if I should go on.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Title: Childhood Sweethearts Remember
Chapter 1: Deceptions Revealed
"YOU'RE WHAT?" a young girl screamed at the top of her lungs. She had just gotten back from her fifth year of school and all of a sudden, her parents had sat her down for a family meeting.
"I'm a...witch, dear," her mother said. "And you're father is a wizard. And our last name isn't actually Granger. It's Reins."
As Hermione listened to her mother talk, she processed all the information. Reins. She had read about them in one of her books a while ago. They were one of the most well-known and well-respected pureblooded families in all of the wizarding world. Their blood line went back to the creation of magic.
"There's more," her mother said. "Well you see, you lived in the wizarding world for the first year of your childhood while um... he-who-must-not-be-named was rising in power. Your father and I were... well we actually still ARE two of his most loyal servants. That's why we're in the muggle community. We didn't want the ministry to find us after he fell but well... now that he's back; well we're moving into our old manor that has been abandoned since we left. It's in wizard London, right next door to our best friends. For a while now we've been going there and fixing it up little by little and it's finally ready."
After screaming into her pillow, she took a look at her mum. "So you're telling me that A: you're a death eater. B: I'm a Reins. And C: we're moving?"
Tears were pouring down her face. Her best friend was Harry Potter and if you knew anything about wizard history, you would know that he and he-who-must-not-be-named are mortal enemies, and will die by one another's hands. If her parents supported You-Know-Who, then that made them against Harry and she couldn't bare the thought. He was one of her best friends.
"Yes. We're moving," Patrice Reins said. "And there's more. Honey, for years I have listened to your wonderful stories from school pretending to know nothing about magic and purebloods, acting as though the names of the people you talked about were strange and foreign but sweetheart, I knew everyone. Remember telling me about Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle? Well their parents are close friends of your father and me. And Draco Malfoy? One of your enemies? Well his mother, Narcissa, is my best friend...and your godmother. And her husband, Lucius, is your godfather and your father's best friend. And Draco... well don't you remember him from your youth? You two used to be the best of mates. You were so cute together, watching you playing in the sand together, running through the backyard..."
"YOU'RE LYING! YOU HAVE TO BE LYING! THIS HAS TO BE A MISTAKE! I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON BUT THIS CAN'T BE REAL! HE'S MY WORST ENEMY! WE HATE EACH OTHER! PLEASE SAY IT'S NOT TRUE!" She rocked back and forth, her hands running through her hair and then scratching at her eyes as if she was losing her mind.
But her mother could not bare to lie to her daughter any longer and so she could not grant her daughters request. "I'm sorry but it's true. And there's even more."
"MORE?" Hermione asked. "Haven't you ruined my life enough?"
Mrs. Reins laughed nervously. "Well you see, when we moved to this muggle neighborhood, we kept in touch with the Malfoys, visiting the manor on weekends and such or even sometimes just going for weeks at a time, but then it became a danger for us to have any contact with the magic community and so when you were around seven years old, we stopped talking to them altogether. You were absolutely devastated. You came to me every day asking when we were going to see Draco and Aunt Sissy again. Aunt Sissy was your name for her because you could never say it fully growing up and by the time you could pronounce it, you had already grown accustomed to it. But seeing you so depressed over Draco caused our hearts to break. And so your father and I thought it best for you to have you forget him. So we erased your memory of our life in the wizarding world. Knowing that you would go to school and he would of course remember you, we changed your name to Hermione. Originally your name was Mia. Mia Reins. I'm so sorry that we lied to you but it's something you'll have to get over. I'm still your mother and eventually you'll have to forgive me. But we're moving tonight and the movers shall be here in a moment so don't you dare complain to me. I don't want to hear it."
And with that said, her mother walked out of the room and Hermione began to sob uncontrollably, flinging herself onto her bed. A few minutes later, the movers came in and picked up the bed with her on it, carrying her out of the room and into the truck while she fell asleep, exhausted after crying her heart out.
When she awoke, she found herself to be still in her own bed but in a room unfamiliar to her. Standing up, she walked around the room, taking in her surroundings. It was obvious to her that she was in the manor that her mother had been speaking of just by the looks of it. It was also obvious that she was extremely wealthy beyond belief. Her mouth opened in awe.
"So you were right under my nose all along," a voice said from the doorway. She looked over to find a tall boy, about 6'1" leaning against the door, his blonde hair falling in his face. "I can't believe it." His face was different. Usually whenever he looked at her, he would scowl or smirk, trying to find a way to make sure she knew how much he truly hated her. But not this time. Now he looked at her with a genuine smile but also a look of disappointment. He was sad and she didn't quite comprehend why.
But even worse than that, she didn't understand why he was in her room. "What are you doing in my room, Malfoy?" she asked, not with a face of scorn or anger but instead a face of boredom and exhaustion.
He ignored her question completely, having too much on his mind. "I waited for you for so long. My mum always told me that you'd come back to us one day and so I was waiting and waiting. At night, I'd write letters to you and send Perry off to find you but he'd always come back with the letter. But I wrote as often as I could, figuring that when you'd return then you could read them and know how much I missed you."
"Who's Perry?" she asked.
"My owl," he said moving closer to her taking a seat on her bed.
"Oh." She wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone. "Well I'm sorry that you waited for so long for me but I can't remember a thing about you and I ever being friends. All I know is that for the past five years, you've been the bane of my existence and so I'd appreciate it if you stopped acting like we're the best of friends."
"But we WERE! Can't you at least TRY to remember? You and I were inseparable. Talk to your parents. Get them to reverse the spell. Get your memory back. Then we'll talk. I can't stand this." He walked out of the room thoroughly annoyed by the way the conversation went. Walking down the stairs at a fast pace, he heard voices coming from the kitchen area. As he went in, he found his mother and his Aunt Patty sitting around the table drinking coffee.
"Hello, sweetheart," Narcissa said as soon as she saw her son. Then she noticed the frustration on his face. "What's wrong?"
"Ugh... It's useless. Mother, I've been waiting for his since I was seven. She's my best friend. Every day before I go to bed, she's on my mind. But she doesn't understand that because SOMEONE," he said looking straight at Patrice, "erased her memory and all she knows about me is that we've been enemies since the day we supposedly met."
His mother chuckled remembering their young love. "Give her time," she said. "She'll come around."
FLASHBACK
Two young children were running through the Reins Manor. They were running so fast that it sounded like there was a stampede going through the house. "I'm right behind you, Mi!" the boy screamed to his friend. Apparently they were racing through the house. Their destination, no one knew.
The two ran out the back door and through the yard, the boy shouting after his friend. "I'm going to get you!" he shouted from behind her. And sure enough, he did. He tackled her, landing in the sandbox. He was right on top of her, pinning her down on the ground. "I told you I'd get you," he said panting. He was out of breath from the chase but that didn't stop him from gloating. "I always get you. Face it, Mia, I'm just faster and stronger than you," he said while sticking out his tongue in order to accentuate his victory.
"When are you going to learn that just because you got me pinned down doesn't mean you've won?" she teased while summoning all her strength in order to flip him over. Now she was pinning him. They rolled around over and over and over until finally he had her pinned again.
He rolled off of her, smiling and laughing hysterically. She joined in and soon the two of them were cackling like hyenas. As soon as she calmed down a bit, she managed to speak again. "I'm leaving again tomorrow," she said sadly.
"But you just got here yesterday! I hate this! I wish you would just move back here! Why do you always have to go away? Hey I've got an idea! Why don't you stay here with me? Let your parents go away, living in that stupid muggle city! But then you can stay here! We'll grow up together and get married and then we'll live happily ever after! Please?"
She stood up and walked over to the swings, moving her legs back and forth urging the swing to take her as high as possible. "Drake...I can't... We can't... We're just kids for Gods sake!"
"SO?" he screamed up to her. "What does that matter when I love you and you love me? Unless you don't love me in which case I completely understand your reason for not staying here with me. So if you won't stay with me, then are you not in love with me anymore?"
"Drake, you know I love you but we're only seven! My mum's not going to let me stay with you. Besides, I don't want to leave my parents. Please don't ask me to." As she finished speaking, she jumped off the swing, landing right in front of him.
He took her in his arms and hugged her. "I would never ask you to do something you didn't want to do. I'm sorry. How about if I come and visit you at the other house? How does that sound? Good?"
She smiled and took his hand in hers. "Great. Now let's go inside and get a snack. I want a fluffernutter."
"You're so great. Who ever thought of combining marshmallow fluff and peanut butter on a sandwich was a genius!"
END FLASHBACK
Draco walked to his house and into his own bedroom, standing by the window. As he looked out, he could see through her bedroom window and he began to watch her moving about. She appeared as though she was losing her mind not being able to comprehend how her life had changed so drastically in just matter of a day.
He had been watching Hermione Granger for years finding something vaguely familiar about her and now he knew. She was Mia, Mia Reins. His best friend and the only girl he would ever even consider being with. As a child, he had proposed to her and now... he planned on making sure she remembered her acceptance of their engagement. He loved her when he was seven and he wasn't about to let eight or so years get in the way of that.
A/N Hey everyone. I just wrote this during the weekend. I thought it was a good story idea and so I wrote it. I hope you guys liked it. Tell me if you did. Tell me if you didn't. Just tell me if I should go on.