THE YEARS THAT PASS
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN IT! SHE DOES.
WANDS
Draco made his way down the stairs. Walking into the kitchen, he was hit by the wondrous smell of French Vanilla roast. He looked around the small kitchen and saw Hermione sitting at the counter, lost in her thoughts.
"I'm not crazy," Draco stated.
"What," said Hermione, regaining he composure from her dream like state.
"I know how to prove everything I've told you," said Draco.
She waited for him to reply, as thoughts raced in and our of her head, on just how exactly he was going to accomplish this miraculous feat.
"We need a pensive," said Draco.
"Of course," exclaimed Hermione, then paused, "how do I know you're not puling my leg?"
"Would I magically transform from dog to naked human in your presence if it were," said Draco.
*****
'Hermione, let the rhetorical question hang!' screamed her conscience. She looked down into her mug. Then looked up.
"Coffee," she asked. He nodded and she murmured a spell and the coffee pot came towards her and she poured him a cup. "How long do you think you have," asked Hermione.
He took the mug and pondered over the question.
"I don't know if I have a week or a year. The only thing I konw for sure is that I will turn back, and I don't know how to prevent that form happening." he started to drink the coffee and she watched him with great interest.
Draco "look at me" Malfoy, comes to her, humbled and naked, looking for help. What Hermione couln't understand was why she was going to help him. She felt. . . sympathy for him? No. She didn't know what emotion was compelling her to help him, but she was sure it wasn't sympathy.
*****
Hermione was lying in her bed, thinking over the past night's events. She couldn't get over the fact that she was really going to help him.
'What if he is telling the truth,' thought Hermione. 'Why can't I remember anything about Malfoy during seventh year', ' what got him into this position,' the questions just kept coming to Hermione.
She got up and started to get ready for her hectic morning.
*****
Draco listened from his room, as the water started to fun in the bath. He got up and started to pace the room. He had al least an hour before he would have to confront Hermione, he continued to pace as patches of his memories came back to him. . .
"Malfoy, what are you doing,"
asked Hermione.
"What are you doing here
Granger," asked Draco.
"Give it back, boy," an
old woman's voice came.
"Or I'll do this," the old woman
said.
The rest was a blur to him.
He got dressed in the old clothes Hermione gave to him and waited for Hermione to come down stairs. He thumbed through old photos, an old scrapbook of newspaper clippings, and looked at the awards and diplomas that littered the walls. On the mantle of the fireplace, ab old picture frame that held a moving picture of the trio. The frame looked really familiar to Draco. He examined it closely to find that the small silver border of the frame was in fact not a wavy line, but a series of snakes biting the tail of the next.
'Strange' thought Draco. He heard footsteps coming down the hall, and he turned to meet Hermione at the foot of the stairs. She smiled weakly at him as she made her way down the steps.
*****
Hermione parked right outside the record store abutting Diagon Alley. As they walked through the pub, people whispered and pointed about Draco. Hermione tapped the bricks and the magical entrance to the alley opened before them.
'You're going to need your wand." said Hermione. Draco looked at her with confusion.
"What do you mean, my wand," asked Draco as the walked towards Ollivanders.
"Lost wands return to their makers," stated Hermione, "I assume that yours was made here." Draco nodded and they proceeded into the eery shop. The dimly lit shop sent a faint shiver down his spine. Ollivanders was the one shop he had managed to never enter ever, during his visits to the alley.
"Good morning," came a soft voice. Draco felt his heart skip a beat, he felt Hermione tense up next to him. At the counter sat an old man with eyes like th moon. Hermione starte to approach the counter and Draco followed.
"Ahhh," said Mr. Ollivander, "Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy, what a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?"
"We're here for his wand," replied Hermione, she gestured toward Draco. Mr. Ollivander stayed silent and nodded, thinking over the wand he would be returning.
"Follow me," he said and lead them through the back rooms where all the lost wands were kept. He walked through the neatly stacked boxes of wands whose owners were now lost to the world. He stopped, and started to thumb through the labeled boxes and pulled out a long box, marked, "Malfoy, Draco." mr. Ollivander opened the bos and presented the wand to Draco.
"Fifteen inches, yew, dragon heartstring," said Mr. Ollivander, "is that right, Mr. Malfoy?" draco felt the old man's eyes lock with his. Draco nodded and took the wand into his hands. He began to feel the familiar warmth that traveled up his arm.
"Your mother knows how to pick a good wand, does she not, Mr. Malfoy," asked Mr. Ollivander.
"Yes," replied Draco. He caught sight of a black box labeled, "M.L."
"Lucius Malfoy," whispered Draco. . .
AN: WHOOOOO HOOOOOO!!! ANOTHER CHAPTER DONE!!! YAY. I LOVE YOU GUYS AND THIS IS WHERE I WOULD USUALLY POST ALL OF THE PEOPLE WHO HAD REVIEWED THE LAST CHAPTER BUT THAT WOULD BE A WASTE OF TIME TAKEN FROM ME, WHICH I COULD BETTER USE WRITING THE NEXT CHAPTER TO MY STORIES. SOOOO MAYBE NEXT TIME. OKEY DOKEY ARTICHOKEY?? I LOVE YOU GUYS AND PLEASE KEEP REVIEWING!! I HEART REVIEWS! LOVE PEACE CHICKEN GREASE
SUPER SYCOH AWAY!!!!
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN IT! SHE DOES.
WANDS
Draco made his way down the stairs. Walking into the kitchen, he was hit by the wondrous smell of French Vanilla roast. He looked around the small kitchen and saw Hermione sitting at the counter, lost in her thoughts.
"I'm not crazy," Draco stated.
"What," said Hermione, regaining he composure from her dream like state.
"I know how to prove everything I've told you," said Draco.
She waited for him to reply, as thoughts raced in and our of her head, on just how exactly he was going to accomplish this miraculous feat.
"We need a pensive," said Draco.
"Of course," exclaimed Hermione, then paused, "how do I know you're not puling my leg?"
"Would I magically transform from dog to naked human in your presence if it were," said Draco.
*****
'Hermione, let the rhetorical question hang!' screamed her conscience. She looked down into her mug. Then looked up.
"Coffee," she asked. He nodded and she murmured a spell and the coffee pot came towards her and she poured him a cup. "How long do you think you have," asked Hermione.
He took the mug and pondered over the question.
"I don't know if I have a week or a year. The only thing I konw for sure is that I will turn back, and I don't know how to prevent that form happening." he started to drink the coffee and she watched him with great interest.
Draco "look at me" Malfoy, comes to her, humbled and naked, looking for help. What Hermione couln't understand was why she was going to help him. She felt. . . sympathy for him? No. She didn't know what emotion was compelling her to help him, but she was sure it wasn't sympathy.
*****
Hermione was lying in her bed, thinking over the past night's events. She couldn't get over the fact that she was really going to help him.
'What if he is telling the truth,' thought Hermione. 'Why can't I remember anything about Malfoy during seventh year', ' what got him into this position,' the questions just kept coming to Hermione.
She got up and started to get ready for her hectic morning.
*****
Draco listened from his room, as the water started to fun in the bath. He got up and started to pace the room. He had al least an hour before he would have to confront Hermione, he continued to pace as patches of his memories came back to him. . .
"Malfoy, what are you doing,"
asked Hermione.
"What are you doing here
Granger," asked Draco.
"Give it back, boy," an
old woman's voice came.
"Or I'll do this," the old woman
said.
The rest was a blur to him.
He got dressed in the old clothes Hermione gave to him and waited for Hermione to come down stairs. He thumbed through old photos, an old scrapbook of newspaper clippings, and looked at the awards and diplomas that littered the walls. On the mantle of the fireplace, ab old picture frame that held a moving picture of the trio. The frame looked really familiar to Draco. He examined it closely to find that the small silver border of the frame was in fact not a wavy line, but a series of snakes biting the tail of the next.
'Strange' thought Draco. He heard footsteps coming down the hall, and he turned to meet Hermione at the foot of the stairs. She smiled weakly at him as she made her way down the steps.
*****
Hermione parked right outside the record store abutting Diagon Alley. As they walked through the pub, people whispered and pointed about Draco. Hermione tapped the bricks and the magical entrance to the alley opened before them.
'You're going to need your wand." said Hermione. Draco looked at her with confusion.
"What do you mean, my wand," asked Draco as the walked towards Ollivanders.
"Lost wands return to their makers," stated Hermione, "I assume that yours was made here." Draco nodded and they proceeded into the eery shop. The dimly lit shop sent a faint shiver down his spine. Ollivanders was the one shop he had managed to never enter ever, during his visits to the alley.
"Good morning," came a soft voice. Draco felt his heart skip a beat, he felt Hermione tense up next to him. At the counter sat an old man with eyes like th moon. Hermione starte to approach the counter and Draco followed.
"Ahhh," said Mr. Ollivander, "Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy, what a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?"
"We're here for his wand," replied Hermione, she gestured toward Draco. Mr. Ollivander stayed silent and nodded, thinking over the wand he would be returning.
"Follow me," he said and lead them through the back rooms where all the lost wands were kept. He walked through the neatly stacked boxes of wands whose owners were now lost to the world. He stopped, and started to thumb through the labeled boxes and pulled out a long box, marked, "Malfoy, Draco." mr. Ollivander opened the bos and presented the wand to Draco.
"Fifteen inches, yew, dragon heartstring," said Mr. Ollivander, "is that right, Mr. Malfoy?" draco felt the old man's eyes lock with his. Draco nodded and took the wand into his hands. He began to feel the familiar warmth that traveled up his arm.
"Your mother knows how to pick a good wand, does she not, Mr. Malfoy," asked Mr. Ollivander.
"Yes," replied Draco. He caught sight of a black box labeled, "M.L."
"Lucius Malfoy," whispered Draco. . .
AN: WHOOOOO HOOOOOO!!! ANOTHER CHAPTER DONE!!! YAY. I LOVE YOU GUYS AND THIS IS WHERE I WOULD USUALLY POST ALL OF THE PEOPLE WHO HAD REVIEWED THE LAST CHAPTER BUT THAT WOULD BE A WASTE OF TIME TAKEN FROM ME, WHICH I COULD BETTER USE WRITING THE NEXT CHAPTER TO MY STORIES. SOOOO MAYBE NEXT TIME. OKEY DOKEY ARTICHOKEY?? I LOVE YOU GUYS AND PLEASE KEEP REVIEWING!! I HEART REVIEWS! LOVE PEACE CHICKEN GREASE
SUPER SYCOH AWAY!!!!