Title: The Future Has a Past
Chapter: Chapter 3
Author name: Brittney
Author email: Babygyrll16@aol.com
Category: Romance
Sub Category: Drama
Keywords: Draco Harry Brothers Au D/Hr
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU What if only James & Voldemort died that night in 1981? What if Narcissa Died giving birth to Draco? What if Lily & Lucius were married rasing their sons as brothers? What if they had a daughter together? What if Hermione & her family were prominent purebloods? What if the Weasely's weren't poor? Well it's all true in this story, come to Malfoy Manor & watch the Brother's summer vacation unfold. (Check my author note for more important info)
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author notes: This is what you need to Know about this story: Bianco is 16, the boys are 17, Hogwarts is not over until you are 18. Voldemort & James died the day Draco was born & Narcissa died, October 31, 1980 (yes that's a year early) that means Harry was just 3 months. Lily & Lucius married December 1980, for convenience and it turned to love, Bianco was born September 1981. Hermione is from a long line of rich pureblood wizards, who on her father's side, descended from a wizard who wrote a book that contained every word ever uttered way back sometime BC, they have been rich ever since; and her Mother's family are French Wizarding Royalty. The Weasely's were once poor but Arthur became the Minister of Magic in 1982 it all changed. Sirius is still Harry's Godfather.
"The Future Has a Past"
"As you move toward your future, look back and (if you have good sense) you will see your future has a past . . . because THE FUTURE HAS A PAST." - J. California Cooper *My favorite Writer* (In the Author's note of:) "The Future Has a Past"
Ch. 3
+Three Weeks Later: The Malfoy's Annual Summer Ball+
"Draco you Waltz divinely," Hermione smiled as Draco led around the dance floor, her robes flying up around her.
Draco smiled as he guided her, his grip around her waist tight, "I've been doing it for years, now wipe that silly little simper off your face Miss Granger. It's not you at all."
Hermione tried to look appalled, "Mr. Malfoy, I have been practicing this simper for summers and don't you try to render it ineffective."
Draco laughed heartily as the music played on. The Malfoy's had held a Summer Ball every year since Lily and Lucius's marriage to celebrate the redemption, so to say, of the Malfoy family name. Every year more people came and, so to say, every year more family's began to support the Malfoy's. The Ball had become a huge social event in the decade and a half that it had been held. Many families thought of it as the social event of the year and many socialites thought of it as an event to move up into the most important circles.
This was actually the Granger's first time at the event since the first one, which Hermione was much too young to remember. Every summer they had been in France mingling with the Wizarding Royalty, which Abagail Granger is related to, and hadn't had a chance to attend the ball in many years. Hermione was having the time of her life, she had danced every song since the ball began, showing up every one of her partners until Draco. Draco had been so good at it that he had made her seem like the second best.
"Does it work on the Prince?" Draco asked as the Waltz went on and they passed adults who were struggling with keeping up.
"Although he is my cousin, it works very well on him," Hermione tried to reply haughtily while trying to suppress a smile.
"Cousin? I thought it was more distant," Draco questioned as the music died down and they walked toward a table set just for Harry, Draco, Bianco, and their "dates."
"No," Hermione corrected as Draco pulled out her chair, "if anything happened to the Prince and his parents my mother would rule. My mother is the King's only sibling."
"Impressive," Draco commented, his expression not showing his impressed state.
"Not at all, not at all Mr. Malfoy," Hermione smiled as she began to look around the room at the multitudes of guests.
Her head was turned as Harry returned to the table looking jovial, "Hermione -- excuse me -- Miss Granger dance with me?"
Hermione looked up at the green-eyed boy surprised but accepted when she heard the music, "Of course."
Harry led her onto the floor, and pulled her close, as the first bars of the song played. It was a simple, angsty, ballad played solely on the piano. It was the song playing that Harry and Hermione had introduced themselves on the night they first met. It was at a Royal French Ball, Lily had planned to attend with Lucius but he was called away on business and instead brought Harry. After that first dance they had become fast friends and that was three years ago.
"Mon Amour a disparu," Hermione whispered as Harry led her expertly around the floor.
Harry smiled, holding her at little closer, "My Love Has Gone."
"I love this song," she whispered, glancing over at Draco who had began to dance with Pansy Parkinson. "Harry your dancing has improved."
"Thank you, I was hoping I could improve my two left feet," he grinned proudly, his dancing had never been great, and he had spent the past three summers trying to improve.
She looked over at her mother dancing with Lucius Malfoy, "They dance like Royalty, like they have been trained to be masters on the floor."
Harry looked over at their parents, impressed at the easy movements they made, "They were, both came from the best families in English and French society. They were born and bred that way."
"They carry their family names well," Hermione noted with pride, Harry smiled down at her, though her head was turned, he noticed that she actually meant both of them.
Before Harry could reply Ginny had danced over with another young man and he asked to dance with Hermione and that left Ginny with Harry. The young man guided Hermione away from Harry and Ginny smoothly.
"Having a nice time Miss Weasley?" Harry asked, looking her over quickly, noting her curls and her soft pink robes, that fit nicely.
"An excellent time, to be precise," she smiled as the song droned on and Harry began to hum it softly.
"You look . . . amazing -- no -- breathtaking Virginia Weasley," Harry whispered as he pulled her toward him, their bodies enclosing the space between them, neither worried about the forward, and intimate, stance they took.
Ginny smiled, inhaling his soft cologne, signaling his place in the Malfoy family, all the Malfoy/Potter men wore the same cologne, "Thank you, Mr. Potter."
"No thanks needed to speak the truth," he retorted as his grip around her waist became just a little tighter.
Across the dance floor Bianco was watching Harry and Ginny with a smile, she then came to find Pansy Parkinson dancing with Draco. Her blood began to boil, if there was one female she hated it was Pansy Parkinson, and she was not going to subject her brother to another moment dancing with that horrid girl.
Bianco turned her blue-green eyes to her partner, whom she had danced with the entire night, Ron, "Mr. Weasley, I hate to interrupt our companionship but that Parkinson witch has got her claws in Draco."
Ron smiled his boyish smile at her, "May we switch partners?"
Bianco smiled as he led her over to her brother who was struggling to stay cordial, "If you can handle the wench."
"Of course," Ron mumbled as he let go of Bianco and asked for Pansy.
Bianco grabbed her brother's hand and began to dance as his relieved eyes met hers, "Are you all right?"
Draco sighed a sigh of relief, "Fine, thankfully, she had been cooing in my ear the entire time and it was driving me insane."
"Why do her parents even let her out?" Bianco questioned distastefully.
"If they don't, she may eat through the bars on her cage," Draco laughed as the song went on.
"I think she does that anyway," Bianco laughed as her eyes scanned the massive ball room and her eyes locked on her parents.
Draco caught her looking as he twirled her, "You'd think they were newlyweds."
Bianco smiled, turning back to her big brother, "Draco do you ever wish that was your mother?"
"That is my mother Bianco. Now, there were times when I thought she loved Harry and you more than me because I was Narcissa Fleur Grecque Malfoy's son. However, now that I'm older, I realized that she loves me as if she had birthed me and father told me along time ago that my real mother couldn't love me more," Draco replied as the song slowed, causing them to stop and walk off the floor quickly.
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"Harry, mate, I would REALLY appreciate it if you kept at least a hundred feet between you and my sister next time you dance," Ron growled as he sat next his friend.
Bianco laughed, as she sat next to Ron, "Oh, Ron stop overreacting. They were just dancing and NO ONE can dance with a hundred feet between them."
"Then maybe they shouldn't dance together anymore," Ron replied as the house-elves brought wine to their table.
Ginny just glared at him but Bianco went on in her stead, "Ronald Weasely, I do believe you behaving like my brothers, which is NOT attractive, at all."
Ron blushed, looking at Ginny apologetically, then turning to Bianco, with a charming smile, "I apologize for putting you in that disposition Miss Malfoy."
Draco raised a disapproving eyebrow at the pair as he sat next to his sister, "Why would you even want to attract my sister's attention?"
"Not tonight boys, please," Hermione interrupted as she approached the table and the boys stood and Draco pulled out her chair, next to him.
"I heard a rumor that your Charbon-Cheveux family were coming tonight," Ginny said as Hermione picked up her glass and sipped out of it. The Charbon-Cheveux's were the Wizarding Royal family of France, and her mother's closest relatives.
"Luc said his mother was hoping to attend but of course he makes no promises," Hermione replied, rolling her eyes, her cousin never made any promises.
"Luc is the Prince right?" Bianco asked as the boys shook their heads, knowing they wanted no part of this conversation.
"Right, his proper name is John Luc le tiers," she replied as Draco asked the House-elf near him to bring them their own bottle of the Wine they were drinking.
"John Luc le Tiers? I don't speak French Hermione," Ginny asked, not realizing that the boys had begun talking over her head.
Hermione laughed, just as they all did, not noticing the groans that came from the three males around them, "John Luc the Third, it's a family name."
Suddenly Bianco reached around and discreetly jabbed Ron right in the arm, willing him to utter a silent 'ow', "He just called us some cackling hens!"
Hermione sat her arm under the table and reached for Draco's leg. She sat her hand down for a moment before pinching his leg hard. Ginny on the other hand, who was wearing six inch heels, dug her heel into Harry's shoe.
"I thought refined ladies weren't supposed to be so bloody violent," Ron yelped, still in pain after Bianco's very painful punch in the arm.
"Those two haven't had their Society Presentation Party's and I have learned how to torture discreetly," Hermione smirked as Harry turned four shades of red, his foot was throbbing.
Draco scowled momentarily before turning to her, "How about a walk in the Gardens Miss?"
Hermione laughed, knowing he needed to get that knot out of his thigh, "Sounds lovely."
The two stood up from the table and walked toward the huge French doors that were illuminated by countless spells making the doorway seem like the doorway to Heaven. They approached the door, sending customary glances and smiles to the heads of ancient families, and as Draco nodded to the Elf in charge to open the door the lights began to flicker. Hermione glanced at the lights noticing that they looked like Lightning bugs lined around the doorway.
Draco led her out toward the gardens, his hand laying on the small of her back, "Hermione?"
"Mmh?" she answered distractedly as her eyes took in, for the second time, the healthy glow of the Roses, Tulips, and Baby-Breaths.
"Would you do me the honor of doing me a favor?" he asked as she caressed the ever elusive Royal Blue Rose, which she had only seen at the Charbon-Cheveux family home.
Hermione looked up from the soft petals, "Of course."
Draco picked the flower, not caring about the thorns because of the non-prick charm, and placed it in her hand with a smile, "My brother is always speaking of your ability to speak flawless, fluent, French. I would like you to engage me in a French conversation, so to speak."
"Harry parle trop, il sait je dois parler français tout l'été où je visite la France, qui indique que je veux le parler tandis que toujours en Angleterre.," Hermione retorted flawlessly, twirling the Rose between her fingers. (Translation: "Harry talks too much, he knows I have to speak French all summer when I visit France, who says I want to speak it while still in England.")
"Sounds interesting," Draco replied, his hands making its way back to her back as they began to walk through the gardens.
Hermione smiled as they passed Lily's Narcissus plants, whose seeds had to cost at least a thousand Galleons a bag, and were a tribute to the former Mrs. Malfoy, "De telles belles fleurs, personne pourraient être enfoncées dehors ici, même si elles essayaient. Vous savez, je me suis souvent demandé s'il y avait jamais un moment parfait de fin, possible, bonheur. Et ces jardins me rappellent que je suis impatient d'éprouver ce moment. M. Malfoy, I daresay, je pourrais rester ici pour toujours." (Translation: Such beautiful flowers, no one could be depressed out here, even if they tried. You know, I've often wondered if there was ever a perfect moment of sheer, attainable, happiness. And these Gardens remind me that I'm anxious to experience that moment. Mr. Malfoy, I daresay, I could stay here forever.)
Draco stopped abruptly, smiling down at her, "I don't know what you said but it was beautiful. Father says all well bred Malfoy's should learn a Romance language and by the time we are the Patriarchs of a large Malfoy family be able to speak all of them."
"Really? I do believe Master Lucius Malfoy is full of grand ideas. So engage me in the language that I am sure your Father has thoroughly trained his two Heir's and Heiress," Hermione replied as they followed the winding path, past the tall Morning Glories.
"Ho imparato finora due lingue, sig.na Granger," Draco replied as she looked up at a Morning Glory that was almost ten feet high, as it climbed up a perfectly white fence. (Translation: I have learned two languages now, Miss Granger.")
"Italian," she answered quickly, grinning back at him, he didn't know that she spoke that also.
"Ja aber ich bevorzugen Sie diese Sprache, die sie viel schwieriger
ist," he said guiding her along, again, with his hand on her back. (Translation: Yes, but I prefer this language it's much more challenging.)
They reached the edge of the gardens Hermione took his hand, "Now what language is that Mr. Malfoy?"
"Deutsch," he replied, it was favorite language because of his inability to be perfect in speaking it, every time he spoke it was a struggle. (Translation: German.)
"Ah, German, very nice," she smiled as she brought the rose to her nose again.
"Have you learned another language besides your native French? I would think you would know several because of your lineage and intelligence," Draco asked as they entered the gates that led to the field of wildflower's just on the outskirts of the Manor.
"Yes, three to be exact. Mother likes me to be cultured, so to say. I can speak fluent French, very good Italian, and Portuguese," Hermione replied as Draco opened the gates with a soft spoken 'open.'
"Cultured is not the word for that. That, Miss Granger, is knowledge," he smiled as they selected the trail that led to the front yard.
"Oh, lets not talk about such trivial things, for I have never been one to 'beat around the bush' about anything. I want to be serious and stop acting like a silly little witch," Hermione said as she stopped abruptly and turned to Draco.
Draco raised an eyebrow, his curiosity peaking, "Well, wouldn't you like to go in and talk?"
"No," she replied decidedly, she had the air of a Queen with the face of a Medieval Maiden who was, supposedly, soft and weak.
"Then what, if I may ask, do you wish to speak with me seriously about?" he asked as he glanced up at the Manor.
"I want to ask you a -- personal question so to say," Hermione began, looking up into his silver eyes.
Yet before either of them could say a word a tall, dark-haired, man walked up to them smiling, "Cousin Hermione Marie, à quoi gentil de vous voir, vous ressemblent divin !" (Translation: Cousin Hermione Marie, how nice to see you, you look divine!)
Hermione smiled as she pulled him into a hug, "Luc, combien de temps avez-vous été ici ?" (Translation: Luc, how long have you been here?)
Luc smiled, letting her go, looking his cousin over with an approving eye, "Non long, non long du tout, la mère et moi étaient environ entrer dans la boule quand je vous ai vu du veranda." (Translation: Not long, not long at all, Mother and I were about to enter the Ball when I saw you from the Veranda.)
Hermione looked back at Draco, still smiling, "Draco this is my cousin, Prince Luc Charbon-Cheveux."
Draco reached his arm out to shake his hand as Hermione introduced her cousin to him, "Luc, ceci est Draco Malfoy. C'est son domaine de familles et leur boule annuelle. Veuillez pratiquer votre anglais, il n'est pas très habile en français." (Translation: Luc, this is Draco Malfoy. This is his family's Estate and their annual Ball. Please practice your English, he's not very skilled in French.)
Luc shook Draco's hand and spoke in very accented English, "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Malfoy."
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Lily looked around the very crowded Ball room, her eyes roaming over countless men and women who she had met probably only once or twice. However, she was searching for one person, and one person only, the man who had left her dancing with the handsome Henry Granger and had yet to return.
"Who are you looking for woman?" a soft voice drawled behind her as two hands came to rest on her hips.
Lily turned around quickly, a smile plastered on her lips, her curly red hair swaying with her every move, "Now who said I was looking for anyone?"
"Then you found all these nosey people endearing enough to watch?" Lucius asked as Lily placed her arms around his neck, wondering why he wished to put his hair back.
Lily shook her head at his comment, choosing to ignore it, "Where are the kids?"
"Last I saw Draco and Hermione were waking toward the Gardens, Ron and Bianco are sitting at a table, and Harry and Ginny are speaking with Florence Wilkes. Now who were you looking for, I shant let you go until you tell me the truth?" Lucius asked pulling her closer as another song began and many people clamored to the floor.
"You, of course. I wanted to ask about your 'having more children' idea," Lily answered as he let her go and they sat at a large table on a platform, that basically announced that they were family that Hosted the Ball.
"What is there to ask? I want more children," Lucius replied as an Elf poured them both a fresh glass of wine.
"More children Lucius? Aren't we a tad bit old?" Lily asked picking up her glass with the grace of a Purebred half her age, one probably could not guess she was Muggle-born unless she told them.
"Henry and Abagail are older than we are," he replied watching her move, his eyes glued to the glory that was his wife, having two children did her well.
"Do you really want this Lucius?" she asked hopefully, she didn't want to get excited and then find out that this was something he concocted just to make her happy.
"Of course, pregnancy suits you. This house will be empty once the boys graduate and Bianco leaves as well. I would love to start all over with you," Lucius said kissing her hand lovingly, even if he tried he couldn't see Narcissa in her place, no matter how he loved her.
Lily smiled, her stomach aflutter with feelings she thought most married people didn't feel, "Well, then Mr. Malfoy, my decision has been made. We will try to have a new addition to the Malfoy family soon."
Lucius threw a smirk that Lily could only guess was full of pride, "Every man in this room should wish they were your husband."
Lily laughed, drinking her last glass of wine, "Please darling, I doubt any other man could handle me."
He laughed loudly, a sound that Lily and Bianco treasured deeply, there were few times when Lucius laughed so sincerely, "How true."
Henry Granger pulled out a chair for his wife and sat next to Lucius whispering, "Did you see Draco and Hermione out in the Gardens?"
Lucius smirked proudly, "Of course, my son has the romantic abilities of his father, of course he will charm her."
"Hopefully not too much," Henry smiled as Lily asked Abagail about the baby.
"I hear a certain Mr. Malfoy is yearning for another himself," Abagail smiled at Lucius, remembering something he had said while they were dancing.
"Yes, and I have agreed to his terms," Lily replied taking Lucius' hand under the table.
Henry chuckled, "Lucius, old boy, you better hope for twins because I have a feeling it's the last one."
"Oh yes, I know," Lucius replied quite jovially, even for him.
Abagail turned to a couple who were approaching the table, "Lily, Lucius, this is my brother, Luc, and his wife, Antoinette Charbon-Cheveux."
Lily and Lucius both stood, Lily smiling and Lucius looking quite regal as he spoke, "Nice to meet you, I am Lucius Malfoy and this my wife Lily."
Antoinette smiled as she sat beside Lily, speaking with a slight accent, "Mr. Malfoy we met your lovely wife and son, Harry, at a Ball at our estate once, I do believe."
Lily smiled as she sat, "Oh, yes, about three years ago."
"Yes, yes," Luc said, sounding oddly enough like Lucius.
"Abagail how are the baby and our dear Hermione?" Luc asked his sister as the elf poured them both glasses of wine.
"Fine, fine, growing well. Hermione is somewhere out in the Gardens with the Malfoy's other son, Draco," Abagail replied, laying a hand on her stomach, as a House-elf poured her some Pumpkin juice.
"Oh you have more children? We have always wanted more but it has seemed quite impossible," Antoinette asked almost excitedly, her dark hair pinned atop her head with a few pieces framing her accented face.
Lucius smirked proudly, speaking before Lily, "Yes, a daughter Bianco, young Draco, and of course Harry."
Henry looked around the room before turning to his brother-in-law, "Where is young Luc?"
"Outside somewhere, he said he thought he'd seen Hermione," Luc senior replied with a smile.
"Hmm," Henry replied as his wife asked the Elf for some more cake, it had been a long time since he'd seen her eat like that.
Lucius was watching Lily talk to Antoinette about some of the people at the Ball and had to smirk. He was married to this intelligent beauty, he could still the see the lingering anger and jealousy in the eyes of men who had hoped for her hand after James' death. He could only imagine the death threats that many had thrown his way after finding out about his wedding sixteen years ago. Harry's Godfather was even was bitter about it, he had a pact with James' about taking his place if something was to happen and Lucius didn't give a damn about a pact that couldn't be proven. He could see Hermione being Lily's daughter, they were alike in so many ways, and that is why he thought that Draco deserved Hermione. Sure Harry deserved a good wife but Harry couldn't fit with Hermione, who was like Lily, as much as Draco could. Because Draco was Lucius, he knew it, and Lucius knew that only a woman like Lily could do his son any good.
Abagail smiled at him, as her husband excused himself to dance with Molly Weasely, "You really love her Lucius, don't you?"
"More than anyone could love anyone else," Lucius replied with a smile before asking Abagail to dance.
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*Pandora* - Thanks, it's so nice that I've met someone that loves Lucius as much as Draco, I don't feel so lonely anymore! *LOL*
*DM Angel* - Please read my Author's note under the disclaimer for more information, Lucius was a Death Eater and Voldemort was COMPLETELY destroyed that night in Godric's Hollow
*Azuloy* - Thanks you can ask me some of those 'what if's' if you want.
*Sila-chan* - Yes 100 bedrooms, but that doesn't make the house square because that number is not counting study's, parlours, kitchens, attic's, sunrooms, etc. I love olde-worldly things myself, I think that's why I love this story so much. Yes you have my ships but how did you know about Ron and Bianco? I haven't mentioned it yet but if you read my mind it's OK. LOL.
*B-chan and Syaorons angel* - Thank you so much, I'm glad you like the story but the updates won't be coming quick since I'm writing four stories at one time. And I will email you with a link each time I update!