OK, big disclaimer here, I don't own the characters, etc. and probably
didn't know enough about them to take on this project, but my lovely friend
over there... ::pointing angrily at "isis malfoy" who is giggling in the
corner:: is forcing me to write it anyway. Ummm... (she's beta-reading btw)
This takes place the seventh year... they are all hovering around 18.
"Malfoy! Give that back!" Hermoine's cheeks flustered with anger as she tried her best to intimidate the Slytherin senior.
The thin gold chain could be seen through Draco's fingers as he clutched the small hourglass in his palm. "Why should I? I think I could have a lot of fun with it," he sneered. "Just think, I could go back and pick on you and your friends at the same time in different places," he laughed.
"Oh, you are so lucky that I..." she murmured through clenched teeth as she curled her hands at her waist.
"That you what? That you aren't a real witch, Mudblood?" His sneer turned from lightly teasing to harsh in a split second. "I suppose then I'd be in real trouble."
Hermoine went red in the face. Her fists clenched harder, her nails biting into her palms as tears threatened her eyes. Even years after the first time he had used the insult on her it still stung. Draco noticed the slight movement as Hermoine's hand reached into her pocket for her wand. Before she could even grasp it, his was at the ready, pointed directly at her.
"Drop it, Malfoy," a voice called from the passageway.
"Who's going to make me?" he jeered.
"Me," Ron Weasley said as he stepped into the light on Draco's right.
"And me," Harry said from his left. Both had their wands focused on Draco.
While he was distracted, Hermoine managed to pull her wand out and focus it between Draco's eyes. Harry and Ron moved in to take hold of Malfoy's upper arms. "Give it back to her, Malfoy," Harry said in a low voice.
"Or what?" he asked, trying to stay tough to the last.
"Or I'll take it back," Hermoine said as she reached for the Time Turner. As she reached for it, Draco's hand reached out to grasp her wrist as he turned the hourglass.
"Malfoy! Give that back!" Hermoine's cheeks flustered with anger as she tried her best to intimidate the Slytherin senior.
The thin gold chain could be seen through Draco's fingers as he clutched the small hourglass in his palm. "Why should I? I think I could have a lot of fun with it," he sneered. "Just think, I could go back and pick on you and your friends at the same time in different places," he laughed.
"Oh, you are so lucky that I..." she murmured through clenched teeth as she curled her hands at her waist.
"That you what? That you aren't a real witch, Mudblood?" His sneer turned from lightly teasing to harsh in a split second. "I suppose then I'd be in real trouble."
Hermoine went red in the face. Her fists clenched harder, her nails biting into her palms as tears threatened her eyes. Even years after the first time he had used the insult on her it still stung. Draco noticed the slight movement as Hermoine's hand reached into her pocket for her wand. Before she could even grasp it, his was at the ready, pointed directly at her.
"Drop it, Malfoy," a voice called from the passageway.
"Who's going to make me?" he jeered.
"Me," Ron Weasley said as he stepped into the light on Draco's right.
"And me," Harry said from his left. Both had their wands focused on Draco.
While he was distracted, Hermoine managed to pull her wand out and focus it between Draco's eyes. Harry and Ron moved in to take hold of Malfoy's upper arms. "Give it back to her, Malfoy," Harry said in a low voice.
"Or what?" he asked, trying to stay tough to the last.
"Or I'll take it back," Hermoine said as she reached for the Time Turner. As she reached for it, Draco's hand reached out to grasp her wrist as he turned the hourglass.