Title: Changing Past, Present, and Future
Author: Midnight_Dragons
Year: 7th
Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Summary: Sometimes people are played again and again and sometimes those people just lose their sense of direction. Sometimes people just get lost and never ever found again. It is weird the way things are made to happen because everything happens for a reason. You can't stop the way things turn out, but what if you could? What if you could change the course of history with three small words or one large gesture? Who knows, but soon you will see.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter or related subjects. I only own the plot, so please don't take it.
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Changing the Past, Present, and Future
Chapter 2
"Oh, look...it is the mudblood. Still breathing pureblood air I see."
Draco Granger turned to face his most hated enemy. Hermione Malfoy, daughter of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, the most well-respected dark family in all of the wizarding world. Everything from her platinum blonde hair to her newly polished shoes made him want to hurl. This was her last year at Hogwarts, she controlled all the Slytherins and the other houses were basically pebbles in her shoe. Most people were afraid of her, but not Draco. Draco stood up for himself and his best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
"Can't you think of anything better to do, Malfoy? This is getting rather boring.," Draco stated, as Harry and Ron walked up behind him. They shifted their bookbags to their other shoulders and sneered at Hermione, Crabbe, and Goyle.
"Oh, the little Grangey is getting bored. How sad.," Hermione smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. Harry and Ron dropped their bags in a rage and growled at Hermione.
"Shut it, Malfoy!," Ron hissed, his face becoming redder then his hair. Draco was trying his best to keep Ron from lunging out at Hermione, so this left Harry room to interject something.
"Isn't there anything better you can do other than say something to us every twenty seconds? I mean, are we like your pride and joy? Do you wake up thinking about all the ways you can do something to us?," Harry growled. Everything he said, more sarcasm came dripping from his mouth. Harry was testing the waters and that was it, no more and no less.
Hermione looked at Harry and sneered. He was one disgusting sight to look at in her eyes. Then again, all Gryffindors were, but these three, these three were different. You had Golden-Boy on the left, Brains 'R' Us in the middle, and Weasel on the right. She looked at them like bugs, bugs that needed to be squashed quickly. Only this time, Hermione didn't feel like wasting her time with them. She snapped her fingers and strode off with Crabbe and Goyle following in suit.
"She is so infuriating.," Draco commented as he looked at Harry and Ron who had picked up their bookbags. The trio began to walk to the Great Hall for lunch.
"You could say that again. I just want to strangle Malfoy. Grr..," Ron growled, as he ran a hand through his fiery red hair. His face began to slowly change back to its normal complexion, only his anger didn't change one bit.
"Calm down, Ron. We'll get her back one day. She can't be smart anyway, you know Draco has the highest marks in practically all of the years and Hogwarts top student.," Harry remarked, smiling at Draco. Ron just shrugged his shoulders as the three entered the Great Hall and took their normal seats at the Gryffindor Table.
"Hi Harry.," Ginny smiled from across the table. Harry blushed a bit and looked away. Draco and Ron both elbow the boy between them and in doing so, his glasses fell into the mashed potatoes on the plate. Harry reached for them nervously and wiped them off and put them back on.
"Hello...Ginny.," Harry said and threw glances at Draco and Ron, who laughed and began to eat their own food.
Suddenly, peas scattered the place in front of the three boys. Ron looked up and was bombarded by peas. He wiped off his face and looked toward the Slytherin Table. Hermione waved innocently as Crabbe and Goyle, who were sitting on either side of her, flicked their spoons and a barrage of peas came flying over. Some landed in Draco's pumpkin juice and he looked at it and made a gagging noise.
"I'm not drinking that."
-~-~-~-
"Albus, it has been seventeen years and the only thing that has changed is the fact that Draco and Hermione switched lives.," Minerva argued with Albus who was sitting to her left at the High Table.
"Yes, Minerva, I know. The two are head boy and head girl this year, so perhaps, perhaps something will happen. Something good.," Albus remarked.
"I don't know, I just don't know. I mean, we have made sure that they had every partnering project together, they were prefects together, and nothing was changed, nothing. What makes you think that making them head boy and head girl, it would change anything?," Minerva asked, as she kept her eyes focused on peas flying across the room.
"There is always the possibility though. It just takes time and with time comes patience and patience is a virtue.," Albus answered wisely as he turned and smiled at Minerva McGonagall, who had substantially aged over this situation. Seventeen years and nothing for the betterment had happened, nothing at all. Of course, Albus Dumbledore took full responsibility for the happenings, but he knew that something could and something would happen. He just didn't know if that something was something good.
"Yes, yes it is. Just this year, let's pray that they will just become friends, just on some kind of term, that someday they together will defeat You-Know-Who.," Minerva whispered to almost no one, but Albus heard it all and nodded slightly.
"We can only hope.," Albus stated, "We can only hope."
-~-~-~-
Draco, Ron, and Harry had left the Hall before Hermione, Crabbe, and Goyle. They didn't even want to run into those three. There were peas caught in their hair, in the pockets of their robes, and some even stuck to Harry's glasses. They were in desperate need of a good shower and that was exactly what they chose to do.
Draco walked the other two boys to the Gryffindor Tower and then walked up to the fourth floor to where his room was, along with Hermione's. He got a chill, but shook it off. It was bad enough that he had to see her every day of his life, but it was worse living in a room next to her. He sighed and continued to trudge up the stairs to the statue that was the entrance to their common room.
"Blood Fury.," Draco stated to the statue of a dragon with gold teardrops cascading down its face and onto the base of the statue. It moved to the left and allowed Draco to pass and then shut quickly.
He walked down a short path and then into the common room. There really wasn't anything fascinating about the common room, in fact, it looked just like every other, so Draco didn't take time to admire it. He walked to his room and opened the door. It was decorated in Gryffindor colors and there wasn't really anything exciting in the room. Draco felt that guys don't need to put much effort into the way their rooms looked because all it was for was sleeping and changing your clothes in. He walked in the bathroom and preceded to take his long shower.
When he came out, about a half an hour later, he heard loud moaning and bangs on the wall in the room next to him. Draco sighed. It was probably Hermione and Marcus Flint again. It was like a Thursday night ritual or something. Draco knew now he wouldn't be able to sleep, but he went to his chest of drawers and pulled out a muggle C.D. Player that he has charmed to play in Hogwarts. He also pulled out a C.D. of his favorite band, Disturbed, and placed it in the player. Draco pulled the headphones over his head and crawled into bed.
This was going to one long year.
Author: Midnight_Dragons
Year: 7th
Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Summary: Sometimes people are played again and again and sometimes those people just lose their sense of direction. Sometimes people just get lost and never ever found again. It is weird the way things are made to happen because everything happens for a reason. You can't stop the way things turn out, but what if you could? What if you could change the course of history with three small words or one large gesture? Who knows, but soon you will see.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter or related subjects. I only own the plot, so please don't take it.
Thank You:
Fear Mage: Thank you for telling me about per se. Yes, it is quite odd, but thank you again for pointing that out.
dkg: I am glad to see that you are so happy for this chapter. Well, here it is.
QuEeN oF tHe UnIvErSe: I love your name. It is really creative. Anyways, here is your update and I will try to read your fic, I promise.
MartiR: Thank you for the wonderful compliments and here is the update for you.
Teenage Drama Queen17: Thank you and I am now continuing the story for you.
BellethePhilosopher'sCookie: I also like your name. Here is the update, hope you like it.
Prongs: Thank you for your compliments and here is the next chapter.
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Changing the Past, Present, and Future
Chapter 2
"Oh, look...it is the mudblood. Still breathing pureblood air I see."
Draco Granger turned to face his most hated enemy. Hermione Malfoy, daughter of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, the most well-respected dark family in all of the wizarding world. Everything from her platinum blonde hair to her newly polished shoes made him want to hurl. This was her last year at Hogwarts, she controlled all the Slytherins and the other houses were basically pebbles in her shoe. Most people were afraid of her, but not Draco. Draco stood up for himself and his best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
"Can't you think of anything better to do, Malfoy? This is getting rather boring.," Draco stated, as Harry and Ron walked up behind him. They shifted their bookbags to their other shoulders and sneered at Hermione, Crabbe, and Goyle.
"Oh, the little Grangey is getting bored. How sad.," Hermione smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. Harry and Ron dropped their bags in a rage and growled at Hermione.
"Shut it, Malfoy!," Ron hissed, his face becoming redder then his hair. Draco was trying his best to keep Ron from lunging out at Hermione, so this left Harry room to interject something.
"Isn't there anything better you can do other than say something to us every twenty seconds? I mean, are we like your pride and joy? Do you wake up thinking about all the ways you can do something to us?," Harry growled. Everything he said, more sarcasm came dripping from his mouth. Harry was testing the waters and that was it, no more and no less.
Hermione looked at Harry and sneered. He was one disgusting sight to look at in her eyes. Then again, all Gryffindors were, but these three, these three were different. You had Golden-Boy on the left, Brains 'R' Us in the middle, and Weasel on the right. She looked at them like bugs, bugs that needed to be squashed quickly. Only this time, Hermione didn't feel like wasting her time with them. She snapped her fingers and strode off with Crabbe and Goyle following in suit.
"She is so infuriating.," Draco commented as he looked at Harry and Ron who had picked up their bookbags. The trio began to walk to the Great Hall for lunch.
"You could say that again. I just want to strangle Malfoy. Grr..," Ron growled, as he ran a hand through his fiery red hair. His face began to slowly change back to its normal complexion, only his anger didn't change one bit.
"Calm down, Ron. We'll get her back one day. She can't be smart anyway, you know Draco has the highest marks in practically all of the years and Hogwarts top student.," Harry remarked, smiling at Draco. Ron just shrugged his shoulders as the three entered the Great Hall and took their normal seats at the Gryffindor Table.
"Hi Harry.," Ginny smiled from across the table. Harry blushed a bit and looked away. Draco and Ron both elbow the boy between them and in doing so, his glasses fell into the mashed potatoes on the plate. Harry reached for them nervously and wiped them off and put them back on.
"Hello...Ginny.," Harry said and threw glances at Draco and Ron, who laughed and began to eat their own food.
Suddenly, peas scattered the place in front of the three boys. Ron looked up and was bombarded by peas. He wiped off his face and looked toward the Slytherin Table. Hermione waved innocently as Crabbe and Goyle, who were sitting on either side of her, flicked their spoons and a barrage of peas came flying over. Some landed in Draco's pumpkin juice and he looked at it and made a gagging noise.
"I'm not drinking that."
-~-~-~-
"Albus, it has been seventeen years and the only thing that has changed is the fact that Draco and Hermione switched lives.," Minerva argued with Albus who was sitting to her left at the High Table.
"Yes, Minerva, I know. The two are head boy and head girl this year, so perhaps, perhaps something will happen. Something good.," Albus remarked.
"I don't know, I just don't know. I mean, we have made sure that they had every partnering project together, they were prefects together, and nothing was changed, nothing. What makes you think that making them head boy and head girl, it would change anything?," Minerva asked, as she kept her eyes focused on peas flying across the room.
"There is always the possibility though. It just takes time and with time comes patience and patience is a virtue.," Albus answered wisely as he turned and smiled at Minerva McGonagall, who had substantially aged over this situation. Seventeen years and nothing for the betterment had happened, nothing at all. Of course, Albus Dumbledore took full responsibility for the happenings, but he knew that something could and something would happen. He just didn't know if that something was something good.
"Yes, yes it is. Just this year, let's pray that they will just become friends, just on some kind of term, that someday they together will defeat You-Know-Who.," Minerva whispered to almost no one, but Albus heard it all and nodded slightly.
"We can only hope.," Albus stated, "We can only hope."
-~-~-~-
Draco, Ron, and Harry had left the Hall before Hermione, Crabbe, and Goyle. They didn't even want to run into those three. There were peas caught in their hair, in the pockets of their robes, and some even stuck to Harry's glasses. They were in desperate need of a good shower and that was exactly what they chose to do.
Draco walked the other two boys to the Gryffindor Tower and then walked up to the fourth floor to where his room was, along with Hermione's. He got a chill, but shook it off. It was bad enough that he had to see her every day of his life, but it was worse living in a room next to her. He sighed and continued to trudge up the stairs to the statue that was the entrance to their common room.
"Blood Fury.," Draco stated to the statue of a dragon with gold teardrops cascading down its face and onto the base of the statue. It moved to the left and allowed Draco to pass and then shut quickly.
He walked down a short path and then into the common room. There really wasn't anything fascinating about the common room, in fact, it looked just like every other, so Draco didn't take time to admire it. He walked to his room and opened the door. It was decorated in Gryffindor colors and there wasn't really anything exciting in the room. Draco felt that guys don't need to put much effort into the way their rooms looked because all it was for was sleeping and changing your clothes in. He walked in the bathroom and preceded to take his long shower.
When he came out, about a half an hour later, he heard loud moaning and bangs on the wall in the room next to him. Draco sighed. It was probably Hermione and Marcus Flint again. It was like a Thursday night ritual or something. Draco knew now he wouldn't be able to sleep, but he went to his chest of drawers and pulled out a muggle C.D. Player that he has charmed to play in Hogwarts. He also pulled out a C.D. of his favorite band, Disturbed, and placed it in the player. Draco pulled the headphones over his head and crawled into bed.
This was going to one long year.
