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Chapter 2: The Gold Chain
"Well, that's the question I want to ask, actually," said the blond guy, "and you seem to know my name already, despite the fact that I've never seen you before."
Hermione lost her words. She must be dreaming. This couldn't be true. She was facing young Lucius Malfoy.
"Uh, I...I..."
Hermione tried to get up quickly but it caused her to accidently kneel on the shattered glass pieces.
"Ah!!" she let out a cry of pain.
"Hey, are you okay? Reparo!"
Lucius quickly fixed the time-turner but it still bore a few cracks on its surface.
"You—whatever your name is— need to come to the Hospital Wing with me"
"No, no—Dumbledore. I need to see Dumbledore."
"But you're bleeding...!"
"Dumbledore!"
"Okay! Damn it, why do I have to... What is your name, anyway?!" asked Lucius as he helped Hermione getting up.
"Hermione. Hermione Gr...er...Grandel."
"And Hermione Grandel, how on earth do you know me?"
"Er...I...I don't really know you... You look like someone I know."
"And his name is Malfoy?" asked Lucius suspiciously.
"Yes...but it's his first name..."
"First name? Malfoy?"
"In, in the Muggle-world, it's quite a common name...I think..."
Even Hermione herself knew that her story was lame, but she couldn't think of anything else. It would have caused more suspicion if she said she knew a wizard whose last name was Malfoy. Pureblood families would know their family members very well.
"In...the Muggle-world? You mean you are a..."
"Yes, I'm a Muggle-born. Any problem?" snapped Hermione.
Lucius looked at Hermione as if she carried some kind of plague. He immediately lifted his hands off from her arms.
"Damn it, a Mudblood—"
He looked thoroughly disgusted but sighed and said to Hermione,
"If I weren't the Head Boy, I would never take you to Dumbledore."
Hermione wanted to yell at him that she could go there by herself, but realized that the pain in her knees was unbearable.
"Like I want to be taken by you, Malfoy."
Igonring the glare from Lucius, she silently put the cracked time-turner into her pocket.
'How can I go back to my time without a time-turner? And where is the rest of the gold chain?'
Back in 1998, Draco Malfoy stood dumbly in the empty corridor with the broken half of the gold chain in his hand.
"Granger...?"
A/N: Sorry, this chapter is a little bit short. I promise the next one will be longer. The story is set in 1998, but Voldemort has already been killed; thus Harry, Ron and Hermione are happily enjoying their 7th year at Hogwart. I know it sounds crappy but I'm not really good at this kind of plot, so I just made up various things, such as that Lucius is in the same year as the Marauders. That's the beauty of fanfiction, isn't it?;)
