I Don't Want to Miss a Thing

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Chapter 11: Six Days Left

Hermione

I was walking behind Draco in the flat complex. I wasn't sure where exactly we were going, but I had a feeling it wasn't good. Suddenly, we stopped in front of flat 21. I didn't know whose flat this was. Draco knocked. A little while later, a familiar-looking boy opened the door. David Bowie from Halloween! David Baker. Why was Draco at the Baker residence?

"Mister Malfoy!" David yelled. "Come inside, come inside!"

I followed Draco into the flat. This must be some sort of memory. David didn't seem to see me. Their flat was empty. A couch and chair stood in the main room. Three doors lined the back wall. The walls were a yellow-brown color, and they were bare. There wasn't even a single window. I looked back at Draco, again questioning why he was here.

"David," he said. "Where is your sister, Amelia?"

Amelia Baker? Why did that name sound familiar to me?

The young boy didn't answer, but went straight to the door on the very right. He knocked.

"What?" came a very annoyed voice. The voice sounded familiar too.

"Draco Malfoy is here to see you," David replied.

There came no response from the girl named Amelia, but the door did open to reveal a young woman who couldn't be older than twenty-four, with raven-black hair that came to her elbows and dark eyes. Her pajama bottoms were royal blue and her black shirt was too big.

"What can I do for you?" she snapped groggily. "Didn't that Granger girl-"

"This has nothing to do with Hermione Granger," Draco intervened. I looked at him. Really?

"Then what are you doing here? I am fucking busy."

Strange. I hadn't really expected her to swear. Draco must have been in shock too, but he easily recovered and stood up tall.

"Amelia Baker, would you like to go out with me?"

If I could've, I would have slapped him, strangled him, and scolded him. But the only thing I could do was stand there. David did too. He looked between Amelia and Draco, confused. I did too.

"Why?" Amelia asked. "You looked pretty cozy with Granger when you were at the Palomar."

The Palomar. Amelia's that bitch from the restaurant! That was why she was so familiar! I wanted to pull out my hair and scream! I hated Draco right then and there!

"We were best friends, Amelia," Draco said. "We weren't dating. Okay?"

"Were" best friends? We were? We're not anymore? Oh, Draco, you will regret saying that.

"Okay, Mister Malfoy," Baker replied.

"Please don't call me that." Draco walked up to her confidently, kissed her hand, and said, "Please, call me Draco."

"Very well, Draco," Amelia said, turning red with the kiss and emphasizing his name. "I would love to go to dinner with you."

I clenched my teeth angrily, hoping Draco could sense my anger through the dream. But I knew that he knew that I was angry. I knew that Draco did this just to make me angry. I wanted to leave the dream. I wanted it to be over. I'd rather go back to reality.

But the dream didn't end yet. It saved the worst part for last. Draco put his hand up to cup Baker's cheek, and craned his neck to kiss her. I tried to close my eyes, but the dream wouldn't let it happen. I was forced to watch as Draco and Amelia ate each other alive, and David ran from the room.

Then it was finally over.

I shot out of bed, panting hard. Ron's arm was lazily slung over my waist and I moved it away. Maybe a little too quickly. I heard him sigh as he sat up.

"'Mione? Are you-"

Not wanting to hear that question again, I interrupted, "Just a bad dream."

Ron nodded and put his arm around me. "If something's bothering you-"

"Nothing's wrong, Ron. I promise."

"Are you sure?"

"It was just a nightmare, Ron!" I yelled, concluding the argument.

Ron pecked my cheek. "Go back to bed, 'Mione."

I wriggled out from his grasp and pulled the covers off as I stood out of bed. "I'm going to get something to drink. Don't worry about me, Ron."

Without waiting to hear a response, I turned and left the bedroom, coming into the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of water and carried it back to my room. I set it on the nightstand. Ron had fallen back asleep. All I did was stare at him for a minute, and then I snatched the water off the table and moved back to the main room. I slept on the couch.

Draco

At one in the afternoon, I went to Amelia's flat. I knocked and David opened the door again. Amelia came out of her bedroom a minute later, wearing a tight black dress that went to her knees. Her hair was tied back in a braid, and she wore diamond earrings.

"You look beautiful," I said to her. But Granger's prettier.

"Thank you," she said, taking my hand.

I walked her out of the flat and Apparated to the Palomar. We were seated, and the man greeted Amelia with a nod.

"It's strange," she said once we had ordered our drinks. "I've served here, but I'd never eaten here."

"Quite strange," I agreed. Then I looked around us. The settings were familiar in a peculiar way. The only other time I had been here was with Granger. So why…. fucking karma's a bitch. "I sat here last time I came, didn't I?"

Amelia looked around. "This is the area I serve," she said. "So, yes, this would have been the place you ate all those months ago."

…

Amelia and I had a nice lunch. It was very friendly, more or less. We shared another kiss before we Disapparated our separate ways. I went to my mother's house. My father was imprisoned in Azkaban for longer than she was. I knocked on the door to the Manor, and her house-elf opened it. I couldn't remember the elf's name.

"Master Draco!" the elf said. "You must be here to visit Master Cissa!"

"I am," I said. "Could you tell her I'm here?"

"Yes, Master Draco!"

The elf ran off and I walked into the mansion. It was exactly how I had remembered it. Very quickly, the elf came back and pulled me along into the main living space. My mother was sitting still on the couch, a glass of firewhiskey in her hands. She perked up and set the glass down when I entered the room.

"Draco!" she cheered happily and stood up to hug me. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, Mother," I lied. I knew it was stupid to lie. My mother could detect a lie even from a stranger. She knew how to read people.

"Ah, now, Draco, don't lie to me."

"Fine," I pouted, letting go from her hug. She sat back down and I sat next to her. "I was best friends with this girl-"

"Hermione Granger," Narcissa interrupted. "Draco, it was obvious. It was in the papers."

"I didn't know you still read the papers," I mumbled. "Anyway, I love her, mum. I am in love with her, but Weasley-"

"Ronald Weasley, correct? The fiance?"

"Yes, mum! Yes, Weasley came back and proposed to her-"

"You're heartbroken," she interrupted. Again.

"Fucking yes!" I yelled in irritation. I didn't care if I swore. I was pissed and my mother wasn't making it any easier. "Yes! And I did something super shitty-"

"What did you do?" she asked accusingly.

"I did the same goddamn thing she did! Granger and I went to this restaurant in London and the waitress was trying to fucking hit on me and I didn't realize it at first, but Granger was extremely jealous-"

"She was jealous of a waitress who was thinking you were attractive?" Mother clarified.

"YES!" I roared. "And the shitty thing I did was that I went out yesterday and asked out the waitress that Granger was jealous of!"

Narcissa rubbed the bridge of her nose and shook her head. "Draco, you don't know what you've just done, do you?"

"NO, I DON'T!"

"Draco, first of all, I know you are angry, but please lower your voice. Second, you ruined all chances of being with her."

"What do you mean?" I asked, lowering my voice, but still using it with the same level of anger.

"She was jealous, am I correct?" She waited for me to nod before she continued. "With Miss Granger being jealous, I am to assume that she did have feelings for you at some point in your friendship. However, I am also to assume that something between those months of you eating at that restaurant and when Mister Weasley proposed, something occurred that made her lose those feelings. Do you have any idea what that situation could have been?"

Between 5 June and mid-January. July? Nothing super serious happened. August? No. September? When I took her to Paris. Except I thought she enjoyed it. So probably not. October? Fuck. Halloween. That very passionate kiss. Yikes. November? Nothing. December? Christmas, but that was fun. I don't think that would have stopped anything. New Year's. That was a very awkward night. That was probably it, too. Hallow's Eve and New Year's.

"Draco, are you okay?" Narcissa asked. "You're looking pale-"

"Mother, I'm fine," I said calmly, looking down at my hand, which was instinctively rubbing the ring Granger had gotten me for Christmas. Narcissa looked at it too.

"It's beautiful," she said.

"Granger got it."

"What was the situation that probably altered things between you?"

I took a deep breath, thinking it would be quite awkward to tell her. "On Halloween, there was a bit of an… intimate moment between the two of us. We both took it quite badly."

"And?" Narcissa urged.

"At midnight on New Year's, she kissed me. It only lasted a second, mum, so stop giving me that look-"

"What look?" Mother asked innocently.

"She kissed me on New Year's and told me what it meant. That may have changed a few things, too."

"What does a kiss on New Year's mean?"

"She said it meant that she wanted me in her life for the next year. She called it a Muggle superstition. A superstition is a belief that usually isn't true, but Muggles do it anyway."

Narcissa nodded, apparently thinking hard. "This is very interesting information. Miss Granger must not have taken Hallow's Eve that badly if she recovered quickly enough to kiss you on New Year's Eve. My assumptions may have been wrong, Draco. The way it sounds now tells a different story. Have you spoken to her since she became engaged?"

"No," I replied darkly. "Not really, anyway. We had an argument and I yelled at her for saying yes-"

"And?"

"I'm getting to it, Mother. Geez. I slammed the door on her before she could really say anything."

"Well, I recommend speaking with her. Calmly," she added at my Really? look.

"If the topic is Weasley, that conversation will not be pleasant, Mother."

"But just try, okay? It's always worth it. If you truly love her, Draco, you will do whatever it takes to get her. That's what the Malfoy men always do."

Malfoy men. That reminded me. "Would you like me to come back on Valentine's Day again? So you're not lonely without Lucius?"

Narcissa shook her head. "That isn't necessary, dear. I have a strong feeling you will be busy with another special someone that day."

"Haha. Very funny, mum," I said sardonically.

I spent the rest of the day with my mother at the Manor, but the topic of Granger never came up again. And for that, I was eternally grateful for Narcissa. But yet, I always was.

My mother was always the one to go to for love advice, especially when I had no one else to go to. By the end of the night, I realized that I had confessed that I loved Granger to three entirely different people: The Potters and Narcissa. I could hardly believe it myself. I just had to find time to tell Granger. And myself.

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