Disclaimer, ya kno tha drill...
A/N, another short chapter for the short chapter awards, actually, this is longer than some of the others. but you get that. well, mxcngurl has 3 new poems out, so read and review they are good!!! oh and please review caz I dont know if anyone likes these stories! :( i try soo hard...how depressing.
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When the darkness faded, Draco found that he wasn't in the infirmiry. He figured he must be dreaming, although, he didn;t know how because he could still think and move freely.
He looked around, he was in some kind of park or garden filled with strange looking people in even stranger looking clothes. Then he recognised a face and body, that of Hermione Granger as she sat alone on a bench behind a group of people. She looked over and beckoned to him. He moved his way through the people and stopped a little to the side of Hermione as she was still meant to be his enemy.
"Oh come sit next to me Malfoy, we don't have time to fight! It appears we are stuck in another dimension of time, see these people they are all wizards, caz I heard them talking about muggles and spells, ecetera, but judging from their clothing and their speech pattern I'd say they are from the 15th Century-"
"Hello young lovers, do you care for a drink? I have brought upon you mine speciality, love draught to ensnare your senses. I see that young sir and madam are courting in the most modern of standard and beg upon you to taste mine brew!" An old lady in yellow robes, donned with lace, a look of pleading in her eyes as she held out two mugs of an aqua coloured liquid.
"My mistress assures you there is nothing to be fearing as mine brew is best in Campshire where we originate our journey her to Hogwarts castle."
That rang a bell to the two, now seated in the chair holding the mugs, "Madam we are not court-"
"Please take the drinks, I must return to my mistress for she awaits my trusted service"
"But-" The lady walked away as Hermione tried to explain to her that they weren't courting. Malfoy looked at his mug and said "I guess this couldn't hurt, I am rather thirsty"
"Yeah..."
They both sipped their drinks and a warm fizzy sensation ran down their bodies.
"Yum! How come we dont have these in our century!?"
"Yeah"
"Hey Hermione?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry for being so mean to you today, I thought it was a bit harsh."
"What!? Draco Malfoy, apologising to me? Why? Do you feel guilty? Do you actually have a conscience..."
Hermione paused to take another sip of her drink. Draco watched her as she drank. She turned, placed her cup on the bench, looked up at him, then grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him long and slow.
"Sorry, I dont know what came over me" Hermione said when they finally broke apart.
"Its ok, so I guess I am forgiven then?"
"I wouldnt go that far"
"What if I did this-"
He grabbed her and kissed her again.
When they broke apart again she looked at him, shocked.
"Yes you're forivem, why do we keep doing that?!"
"I have no idea but you dont seem to mind!"
"Neither do you..."
"Yeah"
They kissed again.
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"Ladies and sirs, I would ask of you to join me in the performance room for the debate."
"Debate?" Draco asked looking extremely puzzled.
"Yes according to what I've read in books, people in the 15th Century would get together for animated discussions of anything that they could think of. Especially politics and domestic values.It was like their form of entertainment..."
"How dull. But we better go in, that man is looking at us as if he is expecting us to run off and make love behind a tree while his back is turned"
Hermione laughed. "Yes I agree" She grabbed his arm and pulled him over to the doors.
"Come kind sir, let us join this merry gathering!"
"Why do you speak in such terms, ahh, something appears to have occured fair madam"
"Yes we will have to ponder on it later, they are beckoning..."
A/N, another short chapter for the short chapter awards, actually, this is longer than some of the others. but you get that. well, mxcngurl has 3 new poems out, so read and review they are good!!! oh and please review caz I dont know if anyone likes these stories! :( i try soo hard...how depressing.
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When the darkness faded, Draco found that he wasn't in the infirmiry. He figured he must be dreaming, although, he didn;t know how because he could still think and move freely.
He looked around, he was in some kind of park or garden filled with strange looking people in even stranger looking clothes. Then he recognised a face and body, that of Hermione Granger as she sat alone on a bench behind a group of people. She looked over and beckoned to him. He moved his way through the people and stopped a little to the side of Hermione as she was still meant to be his enemy.
"Oh come sit next to me Malfoy, we don't have time to fight! It appears we are stuck in another dimension of time, see these people they are all wizards, caz I heard them talking about muggles and spells, ecetera, but judging from their clothing and their speech pattern I'd say they are from the 15th Century-"
"Hello young lovers, do you care for a drink? I have brought upon you mine speciality, love draught to ensnare your senses. I see that young sir and madam are courting in the most modern of standard and beg upon you to taste mine brew!" An old lady in yellow robes, donned with lace, a look of pleading in her eyes as she held out two mugs of an aqua coloured liquid.
"My mistress assures you there is nothing to be fearing as mine brew is best in Campshire where we originate our journey her to Hogwarts castle."
That rang a bell to the two, now seated in the chair holding the mugs, "Madam we are not court-"
"Please take the drinks, I must return to my mistress for she awaits my trusted service"
"But-" The lady walked away as Hermione tried to explain to her that they weren't courting. Malfoy looked at his mug and said "I guess this couldn't hurt, I am rather thirsty"
"Yeah..."
They both sipped their drinks and a warm fizzy sensation ran down their bodies.
"Yum! How come we dont have these in our century!?"
"Yeah"
"Hey Hermione?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry for being so mean to you today, I thought it was a bit harsh."
"What!? Draco Malfoy, apologising to me? Why? Do you feel guilty? Do you actually have a conscience..."
Hermione paused to take another sip of her drink. Draco watched her as she drank. She turned, placed her cup on the bench, looked up at him, then grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him long and slow.
"Sorry, I dont know what came over me" Hermione said when they finally broke apart.
"Its ok, so I guess I am forgiven then?"
"I wouldnt go that far"
"What if I did this-"
He grabbed her and kissed her again.
When they broke apart again she looked at him, shocked.
"Yes you're forivem, why do we keep doing that?!"
"I have no idea but you dont seem to mind!"
"Neither do you..."
"Yeah"
They kissed again.
* * *
"Ladies and sirs, I would ask of you to join me in the performance room for the debate."
"Debate?" Draco asked looking extremely puzzled.
"Yes according to what I've read in books, people in the 15th Century would get together for animated discussions of anything that they could think of. Especially politics and domestic values.It was like their form of entertainment..."
"How dull. But we better go in, that man is looking at us as if he is expecting us to run off and make love behind a tree while his back is turned"
Hermione laughed. "Yes I agree" She grabbed his arm and pulled him over to the doors.
"Come kind sir, let us join this merry gathering!"
"Why do you speak in such terms, ahh, something appears to have occured fair madam"
"Yes we will have to ponder on it later, they are beckoning..."