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Chapter 10 : The Pensieve
Malfoy stared into the deep, swirling silver in disbelief. He had learned about Pensieves during Divination in his seventh year and they were extremely rare, the only one he knew about belonged to Albus Dumbledore. The headmaster's words echoed in his mind,
"I can only stress; do not waste this Mr. Malfoy. Your future depends on it."
Why was experiencing being wed to Granger so damn important? He cursed and tossed the Pensieve onto the cushion next to him and dug his hands into his hair. An inner battle raged; should he swallow his pride and follow Dumbledore's orders or should he protect his ego and forget about it?
And without realizing it, Draco made a life altering decision.
He felt his body leave the apartment; suddenly he was speeding through cool air and then just as suddenly his feet struck sturdy ground. He peered around the blurred scene and rubbed his eyes feeling completely disoriented. He would much rather have traveled by broomstick. He heard the muffled sounds of good time and laughter and swatted his hand around as if to clear the fog.
The room violently came into focus and Malfoy found himself face to face with his Slytherin gang; Vincent, Gregory, Pansy, Millicent, and Blaise. They were waiting with a big crowd, all wearing heavy clocks, to get into the Great Hall. They seemed oddly unaware of his sudden appearance.
Draco's heart leapt, YES! HE WAS BACK! THANK GOD HE LOOKED INTO THE PENSIEVE! He looked around at the familiar Entrance Hall and let out a yelp of happiness. Quickly realizing his embarrassing display of emotion he flushed. Stupid Granger was rubbing off on him.
He sheepishly waved at his friends who were looking in his direction; they obviously wanted an explanation.
"Greetings everyone, I'm sure you've all been terribly worried about where I've been and I'm afraid once I tell you, you will only feel much-
"Can you believe we're back here, for this?" said Pansy raising an eyebrow at Blaise. Malfoy's mouth hung open in shock. Had Parkinson just…interrupted him? Blaise groaned, "I can only hope these two are of a dying breed, this much house unity could ruin the competitive spirit around here."
Malfoy waved his arms and snapped his fingers, "HEL-LO! Earth to Pansy! Earth to Zabini!"
Blaise yawned and Pansy merely rolled her eyes linking arms with Millicent who was busy batting her eyelashes at…Weasley!
Malfoy extended his arm to smack Millicent for doing such a thing but all his hand met was air. Malfoy gasped; BLAST! He warily moved his hand through Millicent again; an act which sent shivers down his spine. But this confirmed it; he could not be seen! He fumed and fiercely set his arms across his chest.
Pansy followed Millicent's line of sight and shrieked with laughter, "Milli is just glad she got to be a member of the party, if you catch my drift." Blaise said something but Draco wasn't listening-
He had just acted like a complete fool! Thank Merlin nobody could see him, his reputation could be ruined!
Two feet away from him Draco noticed Harry lean towards Weasley to divulge something private and his evil mind whirred into action. Maybe being invisible had its perks.
He crept up behind them and listened in. He could only catch snippets,
"Ginny?"
"Morning long-hair-dress-BLOODY SHOES!"
"Did her parents get…OK?"
"Yeah, Too bad Snape made it-bad he-die on the way"
Potter chuckled,
"Dance?-she still-going through with-"
"As far as I know," Ron finished in a normal volume. He glanced at his watch, "Right. Harry we better be going." Harry nodded and the two dissolved into the crowd before Draco could catch up.
Malfoy was extremely confused. What were they going on about? Who was Ginny and what was wrong with her shoes? And what about her parents and Professor Snape? And where did they have to get? His pondering was cut short when the gigantic doors to the Hall magically opened. The crowd's volume rose with excitement and everyone began pushing and shoving to get inside. Malfoy chuckled haughtily, this must be one hell of a feast to cause such a commotion.
He then found himself being pushed into the Hall crushed between a burly wizard and his even burlier brother. After damaging at least three ribs the throng of people suddenly thinned and he could breathe again.
His eyes were watering and he was gasping for hair but he could not contain his shock with the appearance of the Great Hall. It was like nothing he'd ever seen.
The ceiling, which mirrored the sky outside, was a brilliant hue of blue and pink rose petals were falling softly all around. The familiar house tables were gone and replaced with rows upon rows of long wooden pews decorated with colorful flower arrangements. Flowing through the center of the Hall was a long, red velvet carpet leading all the way to the platform where the teacher's normally dined. Stairs led up to the platform and instead of the teacher's table there was a large white arch. Elegant gold carvings graced the stone arch and in front of it stood a rectangular alter embellished with gold and a silk, crimson fabric.
People began shrugging of their coats and Malfoy noticed they were all dressed very smartly in dress robes. Older wizards and witches were also present and everyone was beginning to find themselves seats. Teachers buzzed around and chatted cordially with the older magical community and many people were carrying cameras. In a moment of utmost horror the truth came crashing down on him.
This was his graduation and he was not here to participate in it.
He began to panic, this was completely horrible. How would he explain this to his father? What was Dumbledore going to tell everyone when they noticed that the school's Head Boy was missing?
He doubled over as a feeling of helplessness washed over him. Nobody could see him, what could he do? He broke down in the middle of the red carpet while his fellow classmates and the rest of the guests rushed to their seats. He looked up and almost cried in relief.
There he was! He was walking shyly up the steps to the platform and stopped to the right of the altar. The crowd cheered and he beamed, waving back at them.
Malfoy swelled with pride, this is what he liked to see. The public praising him like he deserved, the public delighted to be in his presence, awed by his beauty. He must admit that he looked good. He was wearing the finest set of dress robes he had ever seen and his hair and complexion glowed with health.
Draco quickly moved out of the aisle and sat in an almost empty bench near the back of the Hall. Marcus Flint entered the Hall and walked to stand beside Draco. The two shook hands while Marcus gave Malfoy his congratulations and Draco again beamed with happiness.
The crowd seemed to be holding its breath and the air seemed electrified with anticipation. Malfoy was simply giddy, they were all dying to hear his speech! He wasn't sure why Marcus was up there with him because he didn't remember the Quidditch Captain being particularly smart but he didn't let the matter bother him. All attention was on him and he loved it.
Dumbledore appeared at the front escorting a middle-aged witch dressed in fuschia robes and wearing a positively ecstatic expression. He led her behind the altar, kissed her hand, and made his way back to the bench on the left with the rest of the Hogwarts Faculty.
The anticipation in the crowd increased tenfold. Everyone was buzzing, "Almost here!" "Can't wait to see!" "Dress!" "Said to be most expensive in all of Britain!"
Malfoy's heart sank just a little. He was not wearing a dress and that meant they weren't talking about him. But if they weren't talking about him then who…
His thoughts were interrupted when music magically sounded around him. It was an instrumental tune but it wasn't what he was expecting. It didn't sound like the Hogwarts Graduation song his father had taught him.
Everyone simultaneously turned around in their seats; desperate to get a look at the back of the Hall. Malfoy felt odd with all the eyes looking towards him; he still couldn't be seen could he?
The crowd started clapping and he noticed a figure gliding past him. His jaw dropped; it was his mother. Narcissa Malfoy was walking smoothly down the carpet wearing light blue, knee-length robes and positively glowing at the Draco standing by the altar. The spectators clapped and snapped pictures. She suddenly stopped only a quarter of the way down and looked expectantly behind her. A petite woman dressed in a simple pink muggle dress hurried down the aisle to catch up with his mother. She had softly waving, brown hair and keen brown eyes. The two women greeted like old friends and walked the remaining length of the aisle together.
The next to enter was Crabbe and Goyle. The crowd laughed good-naturedly while they smiled dimly and shuffled down the aisle. Malfoy watched himself bury his head in his hands with embarrassment and he couldn't help but pity himself. Vincent and Greg were an embarrassment; he really ought to get rid of them.
Weasley appeared next, begrudgingly escorting a grinning Millicent Bulstrode. Millicent wore attractive lavender robes and Weasley was wearing a surprisingly un-tattered pair of his own. The guests squealed delightfully at their appearance and the flashes of cameras seemed to increase. Ron waved timidly at what Malfoy could only assume was his family and took his place on the left side of the altar. Millicent joined Marcus, Crabbe, and Goyle beside Draco.
There was an uproar among the guests and Draco whipped his head around to see the newcomers. He was disgusted to behold Potter who was escorting a very pretty redhead effortlessly down the carpet. The cameras were flashing furiously and the crowd seemed ready to explode with anxiety.
"Yes that's Ginny Weasley, She's the Maid-Of-Honor!" people were gushing all around him.
His brow furrowed Maid-of-Honor? He didn't remember that position at Hogwarts…all he knew about were the Prefects and the Heads. Surely this Maid could not be higher up than the Head Boy? Is that why they were paying her so much attention?
The couple reached the altar and stood next to Ron while looking concernedly towards the back of the Hall.
The Hall became abruptly silent and Draco was taken aback. Was he finally going to be able to give a speech?
Then everybody in the Great Hall stood up. Malfoy warily joined in and looked once again towards the large double doors. They slowly creaked open and revealed the final pair.
There was a collective intake of breath in Hogwarts; an angel had just materialized in the Great Hall.
In reality, what on first glance appeared to Draco to be an angel was actually Hermione Granger.
She was wearing a long white dress that was fitted and beaded at the top but fanned out beautifully at her waist. It fit her like a glove and seemed to accent every one of her bewitching features. It trailed behind her as she glided down the aisle on the arm of her loving father who was well known to Draco – Terran Granger.
Draco was in a stupor. He couldn't believe that this was Granger! Without thinking, his feet guided him down the aisle until he was in step Hermione. He stared at her and time seemed to stop.
The cameras stopped clicking, the crowd stopped screaming and the only thing he could hear was the thumping of his heart. He looked towards his future self waiting at the altar and, felt something twinge around his stomach area.
He comprehended what was going on now, but was she the reason the future Draco Malfoy had been looking so damned chipper?
Unexplainably, Hermione turned her head and looked straight into his eyes and he knew the answer.
She turned away quickly to look at the future Draco and the spell was broken, time started up, the cameras blazed, and the crowd went mad.
Draco felt his feet leave the floor as he floated up above the congregation and was again speeding through cool air. He landed back on the apartment couch and looked around to find nothing had changed.
But everything had changed.
Draco Malfoy waited patiently for his wife to return for two hours and was thankful for the downtime. It gave him time to sort some things out, now that he knew he had just witnessed his Wedding and everything.
There was just one more important matter he had to attend to.
He heard the door click open and the back of his neck prickled with an intensified awareness. She was here. He stood up and found her rummaging through the fridge, he was relieved to see the kids were not with her.
"I was thinking maybe an easy pasta for dinner tonight? What do you think Draco?"
She pulled out tomato sauce and shut the door and was surprised to find him standing very close to her. "Why, aren't you feeling friendly today?" she teased and turned away to set the sauce on the counter. Then something strange happened, she found she could not turn around. She could not turn around because Draco had her inescapably hooked around the waist. She furrowed her brow and looked up at him, "Draco?" No answer. "Draco Malfoy let me go!"
He had a wild look in his eye that made her wary, like a fiery tiger ready to claim his prize. Draco pushed her back into the fridge and pinned her hands over her head. "No," he answered simply.
And before she could protest, Draco Malfoy was kissing Hermione Granger long and hard.
Hahahahah WHOO that was great wasn't it? I just feel so elated after finishing a chapter! And boy wasn't Malfoy sexy at the end of this chapter? I want to be thrown up against a fridge and ravished!
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