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Chapter 13

"Your Grace, this man here stole five chickens from me, I want t see him punished." The farmer standing in front of Hermione had a man with him. A man that was seemingly already beaten pretty badly.
"I would like to hear both sides of the story." Hermione commanded. The wounded man stepped forward.
"I have no defense, your grace, I took the chickens." The man bowed his head.
"What would you have me do, sir?" Hermione turned to other man.
"I want to have his hands" he simply stated. Hermoine grimaced, cutting off someone's hands because of some chickens seemed like a totally barbaric practice.
"It seems to me that you've already taken justice into your own hands when you decided to beat this man within an inch of his life. So therefore, there will be no further punishment from me." The man started to protest but Hermione shot him an evil look.
"You are free to go, just refrain from stealing any more chickens please." She smiled at the man and had them both escorted out of the throne room. The next thing she saw was Draco entering the room, once again elegantly dressed in black and silver. He took his place next to her.
"You took your sweet time" she smiled at him.
"It takes time looking this good" he smirked. Hermione rose from her seat. She looked at her advisor and motioned him to come closer.
"You can finish up with this, but be advised, if I hear that you did not honor my wishes and disobey my orders, I will have you punished." Draco smiled at the advisor and they both walked out the room.
"So, where do we find this magic woman?" Draco asked.
"Well, I had a message sent, so she should be waiting for us in my office." He nodded and they started walking towards her office.
"I really hope she is nothing like that Trelawney woman from Hogwarts." Hermione looked at him.
"So you didn't like her either, huh?" He shook his head.
"What a load of bullshit that woman told us." Hermione smiled, finally someone agreed with her on this subject. It didn't matter much, however. They would probably never get back to Hogwarts, so why would it matter what the both of them thought about one of the teachers.

They entered Hermione's offices minutes later. The woman was standing by the window. She had long black hair that was tied in a braid that almost reached her knees.
"You asked to see me?" she turned towards Hermione and made a curtsy bow.
"I did." Hermione examined the woman. She looked about 40 years old. Her eyes were very light blue, almost white and scary looking. She was wearing black clothes in several layers and a hood.
"I'm at your service , my queen, as I was at your father's service." the woman stated. Draco raised an eyebrow and shot Hermione a meaningful look.
"I need you to promise me that whatever is said in this room will remain in this room. You are to speak to no one about this except me or prince Draco, is that understood?" she asked. The woman nodded.
"Of course, my queen." She motioned them to sit down on the couchlike piece of furniture and they complied. Draco sat down next to her and the woman sat in front of them.
"What is it you would like me to do?" the woman asked them. Hermione took a deep breath.
"Tell us about our past." Hermione whispered, barely audible.
"My queen, why would you want to know of your past? It's not an unknown thing to you." The woman grabbed one of Hermione's hands and one of Draco's hands in hers and closed her eyes, apparently complying with Hermione's request. Hermione looked at Draco, he grabbed her other hand and squeezed it.
"I see animosity." The woman started. "You were enemies, I can feel hate and anger." So far so good. "I can see a castle, not this castle, a foreign castle in a foreign time." Hermione bit her lip. The woman's eyes shot open and she looked at both Draco and Hermione in shock.
"You are not from here" she whispered. "What?" Hermione asked. "You are not from here" the woman repeated. "You are from a time beyond my own" Draco looked at Hermione and saw the corners of her mouth rise a little.
"I need you to tell me if we can get back to where we belong." Hermione insisted, ignoring the woman's confused and shocked looks. The woman closed her eyes again and remained quiet for a very long time. She started mumbling incoherent words and Hermione felt the pressure on her hand increase. The woman started shaking and shouting and Hermione pulled her hand from her grasp. The woman fell backwards and started convulsing. Hermione rushed to her side. "
It's okay, you don't have to tell us, you can stop!" she yelled. There was foam coming from the woman's mouth and her nose was bleeding. Hermione tried to immobilize the woman but the strength of the spasms was too powerful for her to control. A couple of seconds later the woman went rigid and still. Hermione pressed a finger against her throat and was happy to find a heartbeat. Draco was sitting next to her, looking at the woman. Suddenly, her eyes shot open and she grabbed Hermione's face in her hands.
"Neither can return while the other is alive" she hissed, before her eyes rolled back into her skull and she lost consciousness. Hermione sat there, baffled, too shocked to move. Draco stood and threw the door open.
"Fetch the physician! This woman is to be given the best care the castle has to offer" he yelled. The guards complied and some came in to carry the woman to the hospitalwing. Draco sat down next to Hermione.
"She'll be okay" he whispered. Hermione looked at him.
"Did you hear what she said?" she asked, tears welling in her eyes. He nodded.
"Look, you have to get back, you have a job to do in our world. You have to help that daft chosen one defeat Voldemort" he started. Hermione frowned at him as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"What are you saying?" she asked.
"I'm saying that if only one of us is getting back, it should be you." He grabbed her face in his hands.
"I'm nothing at Hogwarts, I don't have a part to play in this war. Getting you back to Hogwarts would be the best thing I could do with my life." Hermione couldn't wrap her head around what he was saying.
"Are you insane?" she hissed, tears streaming down her face. She grabbed his hands and pulled them from her face. She stood up and started pacing the room.
"You really are stupid, Malfoy" she hissed, clenching her fists. Draco looked at her, confused.
"You must be the most retarded person in the world if you for one second believe that I'll go back without you, that I'll let you give your life for mine. Well, not even for my life, just for my life at Hogwarts. Do you really think that little of me?" she yelled. Well, now he was even more confused. Wasn't it supposedly romantic when a guy is ready to give his life for a girl? Yet here she was, screaming at him, furious.
"We'll just stay here, together, and we'll live our lives. I'll be queen of this country and soon you'll be king. We'll have a life as royals instead of one of magic and I can live with that." Draco stood and looked at his queen. She was beautiful when she was angry.
"Don't you get it? I'd rather stay here with you then go back alone." She finally stood still and looked at him. He smiled a little.
"What are you smiling at, I'm yelling at you." She yelled even more. He ignored her protests as he ran over to her and picked her up in his arms, twirling her around the room.
"What the hell are you doing?" she shrieked. He put her down and once again captured her face in his hands.
"We'll stay here, together" he smiled and looked at her. She nodded and he pressed his lips on hers.