N/A: None of the characters are mine. The story is based on the American sitcom: How I Met Your Mother. This is the Alternate Universe; which means that canon isn't relevant. Thank you to everyone who has favorited and is following! A major thank you for my Beta Reader Ann10155, for helping me edit my chapters. If anyone gets the chance, she has a great story named Veritas Lux Mea. It is a Draco and Hermione Story, if you guys get the chance please check it out and show her some love!
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Also the translations are at the end for Hermione and Clara's conversation. My apologies if its tedious but not too important. Enjoy the chapter!
Title:
How I Met Your Mother
Author:
Jazmin Salazar
Chapter 9: Moms was a WHAT?
"Now, children. I know what you're thinking: mum a singer? And, only at the age of fifteen. As laughable or absurd as it is, she really was a famous singer. Your mother loved to sing and still does. I think the best memories' she has is singing you two lullabies while you drifted off to sleep. She still records from time to time, but her life with forever be, devoted to family."
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-SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 19, 1998-
"Max Schneider was a huge American artist until he passed away four years ago. I don't know too much about him, but from what I understand he had been in a serious relationship with someone. That woman was Hermione." Harry rapidly explained.
"Yup" Hermione stated, as she took another sip of the amber liquid. Harry shockingly looked at Hermione before glancing quickly at Ginny and then finally at Theo, who raised an eyebrow at him, nodding.
Blaise served himself another whiskey, drinking it in one go, and then looked at Hermione, "Can you explain?"
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Summer 1994
June
Annecy, France
Even after five years of living is such an enchanting, alluring place it still brought awe and wonder to form in her heart. Hermione walked briskly down the paved walkway in the town of "Little Venice", her long high-low dress fluttering behind her. It was a peaceful town, though, she mused, could not replace the actual floating city. The town was located in the Haute-Savoie region, about four hours away from Paris. As she walked, she passed Le Palais de I'lsle, a twelfth century castle that was built in the middle of one of the canals. Hermione looked up at the castle, the walls where made out of a beige stone, with multiple small towers pointing up at the sky. She smiled just as a beam of sunlight kissed her face. Multiple foreign lovers walked down, hand in hand, the historic bridge to the castle.
She could scarcely decipher what they were saying until a familiar language she knew all too well risen to the surface.
Hermione's attention was caught by a dirty blonde teenager who was trying to speak to Clara, the older lady who ran the museum at the Le Palais de l'Isle . Clara kindly smiled as she tried to re-explain something, finally exasperated she looked over and called the brunette.
Hermione smiled at her boss, having come from her lunch break feeling happier.
"Hermione, mon cher, pouvez-vous aider ce jeune homme , mon anglais est pas assez bon" The older lady spoke to Hermione.
Smiling at Clara, she said, "Bien sûr."
"How can I help you?" Hermione she turned and smiled at the blonde, taking a good look at him. His hair was a mess; he had tiny little freckles across his nose. Hermione caught his eye and she swore she stopped breathing. His eyes where a light forest green wide with expression that sparkled in the summer sun, the young gentleman's lips moved as he asked a question, yet no sound was heard.
"Hi, I'm so sorry, but do you speak English?" Just like that, the moment was over. The noise returned and her breath came back and she swallowed.
"Yes, I do." Hermione responded as she tucked her hair behind with her left hand. Hadn't she already proven it to some degree when she first spoke to him? She wondered momentarily, caught up in the whole conversation and predicament she found herself in.
"That's the best news all day!" He said excitedly, his voice was so smooth, not too deep but not high, either. It was perfection to her ears.
"What can I help you with?" She asked him, consciously pulled at her dress.
"Well, you see." He began as he showed her a map of the town. "My parents have a property here," he pointed to the area, "and I don't speak French and everything is so confusing. I'd really love some help." He finally finished, flashing her a small smile. Hermione swore she had never seen a more beautiful grin. Taking the map in to her hands, she looked at the route.
"I know this house. It's next door to mine." Hermione explained, her eyes quickly scanning the map disbelieving the reality of the situation.
"Fantastic! Can you take me there right now?" He asked her as he ran his fingers through his hair. He quickly made a grab for his backpack that seemed too overloaded with stuff.
"Well, I was currently on my way to work but let me ask my boss. She's the woman you were talking to earlier. Hopefully, she'll let me take you." Hermione clarified as she folded up his map and handed it to him. Their fingers brushed as he took hold and she felt a spark, looking at him she flashed a smile and went into the castle to look for her boss.
Clara was currently speaking to some tourist and handing them a pamphlet to help guide them. Her salt and pepper hair was up in a hair clip. She wore a grey dress with sensible flats, "Clara?" Hermione spoke the moment she saw the tourist walk away.
Smiling, "Hermione, comment at-il aller avec le jeune homme? At-il trouvé sa destination?" Hermione shook her head. "Je besoin d'une faveur , le jeune homme n'a aucune idée de comment se rendre à son distination . Et il se demandait si je pouvais lui marcher. Je peux travailler à double demain, si vous le souhaitez?" She finished, her face was neutral waiting for her boss's answer.
"Il est parfaitement acceptable. Je vais vous voir demain , Hermione." Clara decided. Beaming at her boss, she bid farewell and walked out the old castle doors with a smile. Nervously she ran her hands through her hair, smoothing it as much as possible; she walked to the young man who was being surrounded by other teenage girls. Her smile dropped as she approached them.
The young man looked at her and smiled, excusing himself he walked to her, wrapping an arm around her waist, he spoke, "Please follow along. I do not wish to get hit on anymore. "Hermione nodded, she felt her face heating up as they made their way down the small streets of 'Little Venice."
After walking along the canals, watching the dark blue waters of the Annecy Lake, Hermione pulled away, finally gathering her nerves. "You've had your arm around my waist for ten minutes now. I barely known you for an hour and I don't even know your name."
"Where are my manners? My name is Max. Max Anderson. Normally, I'm not this rude. I guess the move is getting to me." Max rapidly spoke, running his right hand through his hair. She noticed that's a habit he had.
"Well, that's okay. My name is Hermione Granger." She responded with a smile.
"That's a nice name. Where you named after Helena of Troy's daughter? Or after 'The Winter's Tale'?" Max asked.
"You know about Helena of Troy and The Winter's Tale?" Hermione asked her eyebrow rising. It wasn't normal for a teenage boy to know such stories.
"Well, of course. My mother is avid historian and my father loves Shakespeare. He says it keeps him in touch with his ancestors." Max laughed at the end. As they turned the last corner, a few minutes away from the town they went up a hill into the secluded area of residential houses.
Hermione pointed at a house down the road, "That house right there is my parent yours is a few minutes away. I hope you know it is quite a walk; it normally takes me an hour to walk into town. Normal town folk take their cars, but I prefer to walk and enjoy the nice weather."
"It looks like a long walk." Max stated as he walked up the trail, the cobble stone road was a beautiful sight to behold. The grass was green and lush along the side of road. As the road got flatter, it started to divide in specific drive ways, allowing the houses to become more spaced out from one another. They walked for half an hour down the road in silence until he couldn't handle it anymore.
"So what's a British lady like you doing in France?" He asked, as he struggled with his backpack down the cobble road.
"Do you need help?" She asked as she looked at him struggle with the huge backpack.
"Nah, I'm good. I'm kind of stubborn like that." He flashed her, another smile.
"If you say so." She continued to worry regardless. "Anyway, my parents and I moved here about five years ago. My parents, they came here looking for a place to start up their third practice and they immediately fell in love with the place. The people, the town, everything was so lovely and they couldn't allow the opportunity to pass them by. We found a nice home and moved in within two months, and here we are." She reminisced fondly of the past five years with a smile. She turned to admire the flowers that danced in the summer breeze.
"Ah, I see. Well, you speak French very well. I'm just grateful that I stumbled upon you, or else I'd be lost." Max told her as they walked closer to her property.
"So why are you moving to our little town?" Hermione asked as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
"Well I needed some time to myself. My parents are in the States, and I needed some time alone, to refresh myself. They'll be coming to France in August and then I will possibly go to school here, but nothing has been set in stone. Sorry if I'm rambling." Max stated his arm began to shake with the weight of the bag.
"It's okay." Hermione told him as she grabbed his backpack and held it. His eyes went wide with shock for a few seconds before he flashed her smile. They continued to walk in silence.
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A Few Weeks Later
(Last week of June)
Hermione spoke to the touristic couple in front of her. She smiled as they told her that they had just gotten married and were currently on their honeymoon. The young man laced his fingered with his wife's, smiling down at her with adoration and love. She sighed softly before someone familiar flashed in front of her.
She waved as she said, "Hi stranger." Her tummy did summersaults as he approached.
"Oh, hey!" Max greeted her, repositioning one of his hands carefully behind his back.
Smiling, she asked, "So, what are you doing here?"
"Just visiting my beautiful friend." He stated as he looked around the museum.
"Oh." Hermione said looking away, trying to hide her feelings of disappointment.
"I meant you, silly." Max smiled at her, his hand finally showing a red rose. Blushing furiously, Hermione took it from him.
"Thanks." She breathed as she smiled while inhaling the wine-colored rose.
Max nervously picked at forest green shirt for invisible lint. "So, I was thinking," he began slowly, "If you weren't like busy or anything…umm…" He scratched his arm awkwardly, "Would you like to have dinner with me at my house? I took a couple of cooking lessons a few months back and I wanted to thank you properly for the helping the past couple of weeks." He finished by flashing Hermione his infamous smile.
"I would love to." Hermione smiled brilliantly at him. Max was momentarily taken aback by it. "I was just going to reheat leftovers. So, thank you for saving me the horror." Her blush became more pronounced the more she tried to flirt.
"Perfect." He chuckled. "How does six o'clock sound? Is that fine with you?" Max asked, seemingly even more at ease. Hermione smiled and she nodded. "Great, I'll go buy everything in the market." He said, motioning to turn around. Before he did, he placed a swift, chaste kiss on her cheek and thanked her for accepting.
Hermione blushed, watching as Max was escaped into the distance. He seemed to know where he was going, curtesy of Hermione showing him around and telling him where all the basic shops and stores were. As she stood, she couldn't help feel anxious and excited about later that evening.
"Il semble que vous avez deux devenir de bons, de bons amis." Clara spoke at Hermione, bringing her out of her daze. Blushing she smiled and walked to her post where she continued to greet tourists and the occasional local.
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A couple of hours later Hermione arrived home. She gathered her hair up into a bun as she walked around her home. There was no sign of either of her parents being home, but that didn't stop her from feeling excited. A small little bubble of sadness floated to the surface knowing that her parents, nor her nanny Isabella, would be home to see her off. It was one of the most precious moments in a young woman's life and she felt rather displeased that no one would be there for her.
Sighing, she headed up the grand staircase to her beloved room and sanctuary. Throwing her satchel on to her king-sized bed, she walked to her closet. Observing her closet for a few seconds, she sighed again
"What would Ginny wear?" she asked herself. While looking at her closet, a flash of red caught her eye. Carefully, she reached out and grabbed the beautiful dress off the hanger and held it in front of her. There was nothing special about it except that Ginny had given her a sparkly belt for Christmas. The contrast between the two was remarkably inspiring. It was a simple, laced dress with a sweetheart cut and a flowing skirt. The belt was a silver infinity that was held by black ribbon that added just that edgy touch to the dress, taking out her thin black drop pocket cardigan. Remembering just how perfectly in conformed to her body, emphasizing her curves and shape, she decided to wear it. Gently, she placed it back on the hanger, making sure no wrinkles appeared before hanging it on the hook on her bedroom door.
Hermione grabbed her lilac towel and headed into her shower. The beautifully carved marble tub shined with the sunlight from the well-positioned window over her tub. Smiling, she turned the warm tab. She dropped her peach scented luxury bath soap in, allowing the aroma of the fresh fruit to overwhelm her. She let her hair down before taking off her clothes and neatly folding and placing them on the designated area, turning off the tab and dipping her right foot in slowly.
A sigh of content escaped her lips as she slowly dipped her right foot in before she slowly settled into the warm bath. She felt the day's knots and worries left off her shoulders. Humming in content she watched as the bubbles grew in size. She poured a small amount of luxurious shampoo into the palm of her right hand before rubbing her hands together and massaging it into her scalp. She did the same thing with her conditioner. A few minutes later she rinsed her hair and body, taking her time as she did. It was nearing five, giving her just enough time to get dressed, do her hair, and apply makeup. Waving her hand as she stood up, the towel floated towards her; wrapping her body up in her fluffy towel she walked out of her bathroom. She hummed in content.
After running hair oil through her curls to calm them down, she started to apply a light layer of makeup, bb cream, a soft coral blush, a matte eye look with dark winged eyeliner. Curling her eyelashes and swiping mascara she smiled into the mirror, lightly applying a peach lipstick. She put her cardigan on and slipped her flats on. Descending the grand staircase, she grabbed her house and car keys, pausing at the mirror she studied herself. Hermione looked great, yet she felt empty on the inside. Normally, parents would make a big deal of first dates. There was only silence that welcomed her.
Shaking the thoughts away, Hermione smiled at her accomplishments. She exited her home, turned to lock the door, before making the short journey to her car. Once safely secured, she pulled out of the driveway and made the 5-minute drive to her date's home.
Date, it felt unbelievable that a boy that handsome would take interest in her. The males in the Academy were rude and they didn't treat her so well because of she was smart and her blood. France was magnificent, but wherever she went she was faced with the same scrutiny.
Pressing the button at the gated home, the white gate doors opened to reveal a beautiful home. It was hard to believe how the home had come alive since the arrival of Max. The lawns were lush with green grass; multitudes of flowers full of bright colors decorated the exterior of the beautiful Chateau. She pulled up to the garage, carefully parking into it. As she clambered out of her car, Max ran to her side, helping her out of her car.
"It's so good to see you." He breathed happily.
Smiling at the sound, "Of course" she replied, turning to face Max. He was wearing a chef's hat and apron. She giggled softly as he beamed at her.
"Don't you look beautiful?" He complimented her as they made their way to the doorway that connected the garage to the main home. Signaling her to enter, Hermione became overwhelmed with the beautiful color scheme. Cool tones of greens and warm browns gave the Chateau a homey feel. Following Max through a few hallways they finally entered the kitchen. The kitchen was the most modern and equipped with the latest appliances. A nice grey island claimed the middle dark wooden custom cabinet that ran across the main wall, giving it an ambience of richness. The kitchen smelled like mozzarella and baked goods, a bit confusing but warming at the same time.
"Take a seat." Max told her as he pulled a stool from behind the island, smiling she took a seat.
"I hope you don't mind I made lasagna." Max stated as he went around and picked into the oven, smiling with satisfaction he closed it.
"No, it's alright. I love lasagna." Hermione told him as looked around the kitchen. It was very different compared to hers.
"Good. I also made chocolate cake." Max walked to the other side and brought out an unfrosted chocolate cake. "I thought it'd be fun to decorate it together while we wait on the lasagna to finish." He flashed Hermione another heart stopping smile as he set the cake in front of her. Max walked back towards the cabinets and took out a glass container with what appeared to be frosting. Setting the container beside the finished cake, heading towards the fridge where he took out an assortment of fresh fruit. He went to one of the drawers and retrieved two frosting knifes. He took a seat next to her, handing one of the knives to her and explained how she should frost. Watching her and fixing a few mistakes, fifteen minutes later they were decorating the edges with raspberries and blueberries just in time for the timer to go off and take the lasagna out of the oven. Setting it on the island he told her they had to wait a bit so that it could cool and they wouldn't get burned.
"We have about 15 more minutes before we can eat. What would you like to do?" Max asked her.
"Hmm why don't you show me around your lovely adobe?" Hermione boldly stated.
"Of course, my dear lady" He responded, extending his hand out to her. Hermione tentatively laced her fingers with his; smiling as the warmth from his hand warmed hers. Making their way around the huge home he continued to explain the historic aspects of the home. Hermione learned that in addition to his mom being an avid historian she was also an avid collector. Walking towards a beautifully carved dark wood door, Max stop, "This is my room. I- uh, don't know it would be weird to show you." Feeling border than ever, and more curious than anything Hermione looked him in the eyes and said, "I don't think it'd be weird."
He flashed a smile and pulled his hand from hers. Twisting the doorknob, pushing it opened he allowed her to get in first. The room, like the rest of the house, was a nice neutral green color with dark wood accents. A huge king sized bed with a white comforter and four neatly placed pillows sat in the middle of the room. Underneath was a fluffy looking carpet that just stopped a few feet away from bed, nicely accenting the dark wood floors. Against the huge windows was a desk, multitudes of notebooks and writing utensils strewn all around a chair neatly tucked into its designated area.
A glint of silver caught her eye, walking towards the guitar on the side she stopped. "You play?" Max nodded clearly enthralled that she had noticed his hidden gem.
"Yes" his voice deeper than it's ever sounded.
Hermione looked up at him, "Would you play something for me?" She whispered as she stared into his eyes.
Max stepped closer to her, raising his hand to tug a strand of loose hair behind her ear. He leaned forward, keeping eye contact with her. They were a whisper a way from another when a 'ding' disturbed the moment.
He pulled back with an apologetic smile. "After dinner, yeah?" Max walked over and picked up his guitar and extended his left hand, smiling as she took it. Both teenagers walked down to the kitchen.
One hour after filling their tummies till content, they situated themselves in the extraordinary living room. Max positioned his guitar appropriately in his lap with his right hand tuning the cords while his left strummed the strings below. He looked up at Hermione his dark blonde lashes framed the gorgeous forest green eyes. He strung his guitar a couple of times, until the sound was a rich hum.
Gathering his courage, he softly told her, "Don't judge me, okay? It's still rough." Max strummed a few cords and he started to sing. "There's no one in town I know. You gave us somewhere to go .I never said thank you for that. Though, I might get one more chance." He looked at her as he continued to sing, forest green eyes started into her chocolate brown ones. Her heart started to drum out and all she heard was his velvet voice. "What would you think of me now? So lucky, so strong, so proud, I never said thank you for that, Now I'll never have a chance." Max's voice became strong over the transition of the song. "May angels lead you in. Hear me, my friends. On sleepless roads, the sleepless go. May angels lead you in." His voice finished strong but at the end it became a mere whisper at the next section, he closed his eyes as he finished the song; "And if you were with me tonight, I'd sing to you just one more time. A song for a heart so big. God wouldn't let it live."
By the end of the song Hermione hadn't even realized the fact she had tears running down her face. Max finally opened his eyes, "Did I upset you?" he asked his voice no more than a whisper, and Hermione shook her face.
"No, it was beautiful." She whispered back. Max put the guitar down next to him, smiling comfortably at her. His eyes shined with happiness, and she stared back, slowly they both started to lean in.
An inch away from her face, his eyes looked at her lips and back up; "Would you mind if I kissed you right now?" he whispered to her.
Breathlessly she whispered "No."
His lips contacted hers first. She tasted like chocolate with a hint of mint to him. He moved his hand to cradle her face, his thumb stroke her cheek as he continued to kiss her. Her lips where plump and juicy, Max thought. Pulling back a little bit, he watched her open her eyes. The bright brown eyes were full with happiness, her lips looked thorough kissed, and the lipstick had disappeared through the meal, now they were a soft mauve color.
"Do you regret it?" Hermione asked him.
"Never! Although that wasn't the reason I wanted you to come over, but I am happy you did. I've developed real strong feelings for you over the past few weeks." Max told her, his thumb still rubbing her cheek.
"Me too." She admitted.
He smiled at her, allowing their lips to brush together once more.
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"And that was the first time your mother kissed Max." Draco finished the tale with a frown, not quite enjoying remembering when Hermione had told their group of friends.
"Sounds super romantic, Dad." Addyson sighed, her chin in her hands.
"It sounds useless for me to know this, Father." Hadrian commented, looking more bored than ever.
"All in due time my son. Now where was I? Oh right…"
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July 1984
Hermione Granger smiled for the last time to her mirror this late afternoon. The sun was setting as she rapidly shrugged on her version of Ginny's infamous leather jacket, "For when we want to be twining." Tonight was Hermione and Max's fifth date and everything was fantastic, she felt like she was walking on cloud nine. After a beautiful date at the theater, they found themselves in Max's car.
"I need to tell you something." He told her, as he held her hand tightly.
"What is it?" Hermione asked nervously
"I will be going away tomorrow for all of next week. I have some business I need to attend to in Pairs for my parents. I'll call you at night every night until am back I promise." He told her, Hermione slightly smiled and laid a soft kiss on his lips.
"Okay, I'll hold you on that promise." Hermione whispered to him as she pulled back and accommodated herself into his arms.
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The next morning Max Anderson took a train into Paris. Paris's beautiful never failed to inspire him, as well as amuse him. He was let off on the last stop and was immediately taken along with the rest of the crowd. He waved his hand over his facing, allowing the glamour he placed upon his face to falter and vanish. His hair burst into a dark hue of black while his face transformed into more pronounced features. Walking out the beautifully built station he looked for his chauffeur who was assigned to drive him to the Palace of Versailles for the meeting. Spotting the short stubby man, he signaled for the car to come around.
"Master." the stubby man spoke as he opened the car door. Stepping into the vehicle he waved his hand again making sure to change his eye color to blue this time.
"To the Palace of Versailles and step on it, Clint." Max spoke with conviction, the snob in him making its way out.
"Of course, Master." The stubby bald man said his suit gaving away to the money that the passenger had.
An hour and a few minutes later, Max arrived at the gates of the estate of the Palace of Versailles. The estate much bigger and more magnificent than Max remembered which spoke a lot since he was born from old money. The promise of grandeur became more alluring the closer he got to the once royal palace. The Chateau stood proud like it once did when it used to house the royal family. The door to his car opened and Max was greeted by a Butler while his only bag brought up by another. Entering the Palace, the high ceilings and mosaics elevated the feel even more. Chandelier of generation of Royals stood proudly above the extravagant grand staircase; on the steps of the grand staircase where four individuals. The Minister of Magic of France- Anton Chaussinand-Nogaret, the Prime Minister of France- François Mitterrand, and finally the Minister of Magic from England accompanying them were two other individuals. The woman with red hair stood with her arm linked with the man with messy, raven hair. He wore glass and subconsciously pushed them up the bridge of his nose as a small smile formed on his face. The woman presented him a smile as well.
"Monsieur Schneider." The Prime Minister of France greeted him, his thick accent making it hard to understand.
Smiling he responded, "Prime Minister, so glad you were able to meet with me."
"Of course! Of course; your parents are great benefactors of all our governments. I was told by them you wish to go international into your career." The Prime Minister continued, an introduced both Ministers of Magic. After shaking hand with all of them, Max was escorted to the drawing room. An enormous round table stood in the center of the room. Huge windows allowed the sunlight in, the high ceilings allowed for great hearing. All officials took a seat in their respective seats, "Now Mister Schneider, let's begin with what you and your family are offering to allow your career to enter our governments." The Minister of Magic from England started.
Smiling at all Max asked, "Who are the redhead and raven haired officials? As you are well aware my family and I do not do business without full discloser."
"He is just a child. You cannot let him speak you like that." The redhead got up and stood, pointedly looking at him. Her emerald eyes glaring at him and Max simply blinked back at her with a bored expression.
"Lily, hush!" The raven haired man said and he pulled her back.
"Ignored them. They are my best Aurors, Lily and James Potter. "The English Minister of Magic explained as he glared at his companions.
He nodded," Very well, they may stay." And with that Max divulged into great deal everything his family was proposing to all sides for allowing his career to migrate into all sides.
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SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 19, 1998
"Everything was good. Max and I were really happy. He was everything I wanted, until I found out who he really was, and I found out what he really did as a living. That's when he pushed me to take out my own demo before I went back to private school. My first single was 'Wildest Dream'"
Draco, Pansy, and Blaise gave Hermione a weird look; they couldn't seem to wrap their head around the story. Hermione waved her hand and the TV upon the mantel, lit up, allowing the video start. Images of safari animals ran across the screen. The names Emily Anderson appeared on the screen before Hermione's face morphed into view. She wore bold red lipstick. The background rapidly transitioned into a sunrise. The area is set up like an old 1950's movie with the lights, the crew, and ground was rural.
The scene changed, presenting Hermione sitting in a movie set chair, staring into the mirror in front of her. The music started before, as if like magic, her makeup is applied and her hair is styled.
He said lets get out of this town
Drive out of the city
Away from the crowds
I thought heaven can't help me now
She continues singing as her bronzer is being applied and her hair continues to be toyed with. She is wearing a white blouse that exposes her belly button slightly with the knot above it; her kaki green pants make her seem taller than she really is. Her signature medium hair had been darkened a few shades, creating a larger contrast between her bold red lipstick and attire.
Nothing lasts forever
But this is gonna take me down
He's so tall, and handsome as hell
He's so bad but he does it so well
I can see the end as it begins, my one condition is
Hermione takes a look at the man to her right. He (Max) was a dirty blonde with light forest green eyes and just as he catches her, she looks away; her hair was just being finished. The scene changes as they are now standing up in costume being directed by a director with a cigar in his hand while telling Hermione and Max exactly what to do. They face one another while a clipboard with the names of 'Wildest Dreams' with the director name, the date August 2, 1950, snaps. The scene is number 48 and the marker is A1. Max gives Hermione a smothering look before he grabs her face gentle and they kiss passionately.
Say you'll remember me
Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams
Wildest dreams
A wide shot is taken and Hermione's left leg is bended while Max and her continue to kiss for a few more seconds. It flashed to Max and Hermione watching the sunset with beautiful sunglasses. She continues to sing as he holds her from behind, and she snuggles in to his chest. The next scene they are back in front of one another repeating their line, a flash to the set happens and a panorama of a beautiful breath-taking waterfall shows. Afterwards, a beautiful Hermione dressed is a dark yellow chiffon dress in front of a huge fan, her hair curly blowing behind her as the people in the background take pictures appears. Subsequently, Hermione and Max are making out again in front of the sunset on the ground of the waterfall. It flashes again to the beautiful golden yellow dress; the gorgeous woman looked into the camera as she plays with her shawl. A flashy necklace is the only jewelry she has on, as a giraffe plays in the background. Images of Hermione looking upon a lake to the movie set flash as it lands on the camera crew with a gorgeous lion in the background stand proud looking upon them.
I said, "No one has to know what we do,"
His hands are in my hair; his clothes are in my room
And his voice is a familiar sound, nothing lasts forever
The image Hermione in black lace lingerie with a silk red robe barely gracing her shoulders appears on the screen. She sits on the edge of the bed with a drink in her hand as she looks around her room. Max is in the background, a drink in right hand. He's completely shirtless. The camera continues to roll to a scene of Hermione and Max intensely making out it is obvious what is about to occur. Max is out of bed holding on to Hermione as they kiss intensely, he pulls the red robe off leaving her in her lacey black slip, the camera rolls and shows scattering of clothes. Hermione is then on the bed back in her robe and slip, as the camera captures Max getting up and leaving.
But this is getting good now
He's so tall, and handsome as hell
He's so bad but he does it so well
And when we've had our very last kiss
The next section flickers to Hermione yelling at Max on scene and pushing him while walking off the set. She sits on the movie star chair as the director is upset at both parties. The camera catches Max, making crazy signs as he angrily storms to his side of the set. Hermione's hair stylist tries to fix her hair but she pushes her off as she keeps yelling about Max. Max on the other hand is so angry he begins to kick props off their locations as his manager speaks to him. A bit later the clapperboard with the names of 'Wildest Dreams' with the director name the date August 2, 1950 makes an appearance again. They have reconciled and he grabs her face as she smiles and kisses him. Later Hermione is again in bed laying down singing, 'My last request is'
Say you'll remember me
Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams
Wildest dreams
The video continues with Hermione driving an old airplane, her sunglasses catching the sun as they flew about the scenic rural background, lakes, and safari animals making their way around. Max is in the background, looking proudly at her. They take breaks to watch the mammals and as soon as they land he chases after her and twirling her around, both laughing in happiness.
You see me in hindsight
Tangled up with you all night
Burnin' it down
Some day when you leave me
I bet these memories follow you around
You see me in hindsight
The scene fades again to Hermione's photo shoot, her curly dark hair look flawless her bold red lips accompanying her beautiful golden yellow dress. The camera switched to Max as he gazed at Hermione like she was the most precious thing in the world. The scene changes to Hermione dressed wearing a white sundress, singing in front of a lion without a care in the world and twirling in a separate scene in a field of grass.
Tangled up with you all night
Burnin' it down
Some day when you leave me
I bet these memories follow you around
The scenes repeat from animals to sunset and the stars flashing to Hermione and Max enjoying one another. Rapid scenes of nature and gorgeous scenic views finally settled on Hermione horseback riding through a wooded area to her playfully rough housing with Max, back to scenic views of mammals ranging from zebras to lions. Finally the scene settles on Max and her playing in the field and making out with pure happiness.
Say you'll remember me
Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you'll see me again even if it's just pretend
The next scene takes a tragic turn for the worst; thunder, rain, and chaos ensue as Hermione's dress grows darker and darker. Till it becomes more and more obvious the movie filming is ending the kisses grow fewer the make-up artists more prominent along with the directors and camera crews/props. Till the stage goes dark, and Max walks away. The screen goes back, the next scene is a movie premiere, Hermione is dress in a beautiful foiled gold dress that shows off her curves, a beautiful fur like shall swung on her shoulders, her unmistakable red lipstick with her curly dark hair, the only jewelry she wore was a thin diamond necklace. Flashes of cameras go off as she gets out of a car, men and women flock to her as she walks the red carpet.
Say you'll remember me
Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
She happily walks down the carpet till she catches Max with another woman. She had blond hair curled towards one side of her face. She was beautiful. Crushed, Hermione walks away from the couple cameras catch the moment. Unfortunately, the press wants a crew picture together, she was caught with the director, and the couple as a picture is taken.
The scene flashes to Max and Hermione kissing in black and white; obviously the film is finally being watched.
Say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams
In your wildest dreams
Even if it's just in your wildest dreams
In your wildest dreams
A knowing look between old lovers is given as the film plays out. As soon as the movie finishes, she bolts out the door. Her elegant dress making a dramatic exit as her heels hit the carpet as she jumps into her car. Slamming the car door, she looks out as she's driven away from the theater. As the car makes its get away, the camera shows Max running after her only to notice he is too late.
"And that was first music video I ever did." Hermione told them as the video finished.
"That was beautiful!" Pansy swooned looking at Hermione in a brand new way, Draco looked away he couldn't explain the tightening in his chest every single time he saw her and Max kiss. Looking at Theo during the five-minute video confirmed Draco's suspicions Theo had feelings for Hermione. Harry's face held awe, as if this was the first time seeing the video. Ginny had tears falling face, she kept shooting Harry looks every once in a while.
"Well Max and I dated until two years ago, on Christmas Day he went to go pick up my dad, a drunk driver hit them both, and it was fatal. I wish I could go back in time and let him know that I knew that I loved him." Hermione explained as she threw back her whiskey in one go. Standing up she wrapped her arms around herself and left the living room.
Draco watched as Theo stood up and tried to go after her only to be stopped by Ginny. "Don't" she told him, grabbed his arm and dragged him in the opposite direction. Pansy looked awkward as she tried to avoid looking at Harry. She moved her hair behind her ear and the light caught the earrings.
"You're still wearing them." Harry asked Pansy, obviously more surprised with himself, than anything.
"Yes" Pansy whispered while looking at Harry.
Draco got up and told them both; "You both need to talk." And with that he left. As he turned the corner, he didn't expect Harry to chase after him. "What the fuck are you doing, man?"
"Look, I can't be with her alone. She hates me!" Harry's face clearly more stressed than anything.
"Look Potter, You and Pansy belong together. The two of you have something most people search their whole lives for and never find. I know you love her and if you knew what she was going through right now you wouldn't be here for one more second. I bought you time to talk to her! Pansy is one of the best people I know and it won't be long until someone else realizes that and you will lose her forever! Now go!" And with that he stormed off, no on noticing Blaise sneak upstairs.
Translations:
"Hermione, mon cher , pouvez-vous aider ce jeune homme , mon anglais est pas assez bon"—Clara = Hermione , my dear , can you help this young man, my English is not good enough.
Hermione, comment at-il aller avec le jeune homme? At-il trouvé sa destination = Hermione, how did it go with the young man? He found his destination? – Clara
"Je besoin d'une faveur , le jeune homme n'a aucune idée de comment se rendre à son distination . Et il se demandait si je pouvais lui marcher. Je peux travailler à double demain, si vous le souhaitez?"—Hermione = I need a favor; the young man has no idea how to get to his destination. And he wondered if I could walk him. I can work double tomorrow if you like
"Il est parfaitement acceptable. Je vais vous voir demain , Hermione." = It is perfectly acceptable . I'll see you tomorrow, Hermione-Clara
Il semble que vous avez deux devenir de bons , de bons amis. = It seems that you two become good, good friends. - Clara