Orange as Memory Lane

AN: Do not own this. Contest idea by Forever Siriusly Sirius. Thanks for reading!

Contest requirements: Use all rainbow colors in order with a fav. pairing. Designated word/line/setting for this chapter: "My Father will hear about this!" and 'Scowl'. Thanks for reading!

It's so warm. I don't want to move...the covers are warm...the bed's so comfy...the person next to me is so cuddly...

WAIT...WHAT?! The person next to me?! I look over, and...

"Draco?"

"Hmmm..." he groaned. He opened one eye, saw me staring at him. "OH S***!" He ran around, pulling on clean robes, rushing, muttering nonsense to himself, "Bloody parakeet! Shouldn't have eaten so much papaya ice cream..."

"Draco?" Continuing muttering to himself, he stuffs some things into a bag, and rushes toward the door.

"DRACO!" He turns and looks at me.

"All this time, it's been you?"


Slowly regaining consciousness, Hermione's eyesight unblurrs, focuses. The first thing she sees is the orangey glare of the rising sun glancing off a blond head as they rushed out of her quarters. She quickly forgot that, though, when she noticed how cold she was, and it shouldn't be so cold... Soon, Madame Pomfrey rushes in and bustles about, checking Hermione over, placing warming charms on her blankets. Hermione is told she can leave that afternoon. As Madame Pomfrey rushed out, Hermione noticed a single tiger lily laying on the night stand beside her.


After Hermione punched Dra-MALFOY, she felt incredibly guilty. Unfortunately, this feeling has not lessened. ' He's never done anything good to me, has he? Only's been a complete and utter git!' But why is she reminded of the glances at her during meals, not that she cares, or the strange lilies that seem to follow her everywhere. 'Never mind that, what should I do about Malfoy? If I apologized, he'd probably say "Mudbloods can't apologize to Purebloods!" My father shall hear of this!" Or something else utterly ridiculous.' What does it matter how Dr-MALFOY feels about it? The lack of sleep and 28 hour days must be getting to her... With that, Hermione stands up, informs the boys she'd meet them in the COmmon Room, and walked off to the dorms. She tried her best to ignore the silver eyes watching her as she left.

Draco scowled at the Golden idiots; they must have done something to make her leave.


As she gets ready for the Ball, Hermione can't shake the image of those beautiful silver eyes, eyes that didn't match their owners voice when he called her names, eyes that glistened with...dare she hope it?... love. NO! She is going to the Ball with Krum, to make Ron jealous so that maybe sometime soon he'd ask her out! SHe fancies RON not Draco...

Before she left the room, she glanced once more at the tiger lilies sitting on her bedside table.


It hurts...make it stop...hurts...Hermione moans. She feels a thick liquid being poured down her throat. Ick... A soft hand is clutching hers, softly stroking it...feels good...

"Don't leave."

"Never." a hoarse voice whispered back. All faded away...

She woke to Harry's whispers of "I'm so sorry, Hermione! It's all my fault! You have to be okay!", not quite noticing the tiger lily laying beside her pillow.


Hermione can't remember much, except pain, no that's not the right word...agony! And a voice screaming, and she wanted it to stop, but it wasn't, not the pain nor the screaming... she realizes the screams are coming from her...

Later, she recalls silver eyes, the eyes she knows so well, looking into her own, promising she's going to be okay, no one will hurt her again, not while he's around. When she wakes at Shell Cottage, an orange petal was pressing into her hand...how strange...


A small blond boy chases a small girl with curly brown pigtails. Two couples stood off to the side, watching their children. The two women smiled at each other as they saw the duo chase about.

"You know it's the last time we can meet."

"Sadly. The children will be so heartbroken!"

"Maybe, sometime in their future, they will meet again."

"Que sera sera.* I shall miss young Draco."

"And I my Miss Mya. Poor children."

With that, the Grangers and Malfoys picked up their children, and walked in separate directions. The children, watching over their parents' shoulders, never stop waving until they saw each other fade into the distance, into the orange, setting sun.


"All this time, it's been you?"
"Always. We were meant to be."

"I remember now. Don't ever leave!"

"Never. I will always be here, always will protect you."

"I can protect myself, you know."

"Not bloody likely, with Potter as a best friend. He keeps leading you off into danger, places I can't protect you, and you always get hurt."

"But I always come home to you."


AN: To see how Draco proposed, read my other other dramione fic!


As she walked down the aisle toward the man she adored, she smiled at the lilies adorning her dress, the seats for the guests, Draco's lapel. Glancing up at the eyes above that lapel, she got lost, hopelessly in love with Draco Malfoy.

Love is forever...


* My grandma used to tell us this all the time; I think it's latin. It means "What will be, will be. " Don't sue me, I was trying to make it personal...

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