Title: The Bermuda Triangle
Summary: A plane crashes near the Bermuda Triangle and apparently all on board are killed. All, that is, but a mother and her daughter. The Triangle's magic transports the two into the Forbidden Forest and questions arise when the young mother leads her teenage daughter to the school—everybody thought the Gryffindor was dead, but she's here now and her daughter has curly blonde hair and is sorted into Slytherin. What is going on here?
Pairings: Past Hermione/Draco…present Harry/Ginny…who knows what else…
Author: Silver Sparklze
Started: 7th September 2003
Reason For Writing: This story was started as a challenge issued by Sage: The Dark Dryad. Let it be known that I NEVER turn down a challenge…*Ash's sister* LIAR!
Author's Note: Heya peeps. Sorry for making you wait an extra week, my mum went to NSW last week, so I had to stay at a friend's. I feel really guilty now. L
Skittles713: Ok, I'm updating J
Frisha: You're welcome. I'll try.
Skyleia: I'm sorry. I ended it there because it seemed like a good place to end it. At least it was over 1000 words.
Sage: The Dark Dryad: Lol, I'm glad you like it. Thanks, it means a lot to me that you like what I'm doing with your challenge.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Hermione Mudblood." Draco said sarcastically, when Hermione tapped on his door. He looked extremely pissed about something.
"Hello Draco. I never would have recognised you…but the hair gave you away. Still as greasy as ever I see." Hermione shot back. "Now, I need to talk to one of your third years."
"You can't."
"Oh? And why not?" Draco smirked.
"Because I don't want you to."
"Oh how immature." Melisande was standing right behind Hermione, scowling. "Look, macho barbie, cut the BS. We're running on a schedule here. No buts."
"Melisande. Nice to see you again." Draco said acerbically.
"Oh yes, of course. Because my life would have been a complete failure, had I not seen you again. Because of course you're such a sex god, and we must get together. I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby." Melisande rolled her eyes. "Now call Jillian, and we'll be out of your hair. Thank god, because it's gonna take me all grease to get the week out." Then she realised what she said. "That made absolutely no sense, let's try again. Ok, here goes. Because it's gonna take me all week to get the grease out of my hair." Draco glowered, and she smirked.
"Fine!" He snapped. "Granger, your watchdog and mummy are here to see you." There was a shout of laughter inside, and Jillian came out, cheeks burning. She turned to Draco, eyes flashing, and Hermione winced, waiting for the inevitable scene.
"Thank you, Professor," She said quietly. "C'mon, Mum, Mel, let's go." Melisande nodded.
"Definitely. As it is, I'm going to need to kill a few people. Hmm…Baroness Renée Tibial owes me money…" She cackled evilly, and walked away.
Jillian groaned when she realised she had Potions first up. Her father was sure to take out all his anger on her again. It was only after she'd caused one fourth year boy to cry that the Slytherins had left her alone.
She grinned at the thought of Michael Nott. He'd be walking crooked for a long time. She got up, and left the Hall. Right outside, she met Gaia Delacour-Weasley, another third-year, but a Gryffindor. She smiled when she saw Jillian.
"Hi!!!" She said, "I heard all about Nott. Good on you. He's such a prat."
"What do you mean? I didn't do anything," Jillian opened her eyes very wide, "He kicked himself in the balls."
"Sure he did." Gaia rolled her eyes. "Let's go. 'Tis time for the dreaded Potions class."
"Ok," Jillian sighed, and followed her.
***
"Gaia, wake up," Jillian nudged her friend, who had fallen asleep again. She hoped to wake her before father saw, and took points off her friend's house.
"Huh? What?" Gaia opened her eyes slowly, and yawned. Jillian wondered how the violet-eyed girl managed to look beautiful and elegant even when she was waking from a nap. "What'd I miss?"
"Most of the lesson, Weasley. Probably through talking to Granger here. Five points from Gryffindor and Slytherin." Jillian was distraught. Five points on her second day! And it was only morning! Gaia patted her on the arm reassuringly, as father walked away.
"Don't worry," She whispered, "I lose about forty to forty-five points on average in here every lesson, double on Fridays 'cause we have a double lesson. Now what are we doing today?"
"We're doing a Shrinking Solution." Jillian whispered back.
"We did that last week."
"Perhaps he's running out of ideas."
"And perhaps you two should get on with the lesson!" Jillian's father thundered.
"Yes sir," Jillian and Gaia chorused, before beginning to work.
***
"Have you finished crushing the beetle eyes?" Jillian whispered half an hour later. Gaia nodded. All of the other students were talking merrily while they did their potions, but Jillian and Gaia had decided not to risk it, seeing as the Potions Master seemed to have it in for them.
Jillian chewed on her lower lip (something she'd gotten from her mum) while pouring the beetle's eyes into the cauldron. She watched anxiously, and grinned, when the potion achieved the correct consistency.
Draco watched longingly as the Slytherin and the Gryffindor worked. Everything about the Granger girl was so like his Hermione…he sighed, and felt like crying. Not that Malfoys ever cried. But she was an extremely painful reminder.
Every time he looked at her, he felt again the heart aching betrayal. The moment Jillian Granger had been announced, he'd not only felt happiness that Hermione had a child, the one thing she'd always longed for, but betrayal that she could have a relationship with someone other than him.
He'd not had a relationship since her, so how could she betray their love? And not only that, but she seemed happy. Happy! Since he'd broken up with her, he hadn't had a decent night's sleep. The day after the split up, he'd decided to tell her it was all a mistake, and had gone to her home, but her mother had coolly informed him that Hermione had left town on a holiday, and wouldn't be back until the school year began. So he'd resolved to tell her then.
But she hadn't turned up at school either. He'd been out of his mind with worry, and had tormented Potter and Weasley about it, finally finding out from Virginia that they had no more of an idea than he did. Scenarios ran through his mind, each more dreadful than the last.
Voldemort had found out how much Draco had loved Hermione, regardless of the break up, and was holding her prisoner, to make sure that he, unlike his godfather, the late Severus Snape, stayed loyal.
His father had found out how important Hermione was to him, and was holding her for ransom, so that he'd marry a pureblood.
His father had found out how much he loved Hermione, and had killed her in anger.
And, worst of all, Hermione had met someone, and didn't care to see any of them anymore.
It seemed to him that his last scenario had been right, for here she was, large as life, a girl who surely resembled her father. Hermione's skin was much darker than her daughter's, in fact, Granger's was almost the same porcelain as his own, and her hair was golden, falling in loose curls to her waist like that of a fairy tale princess. Hermione had brown hair, admittedly straight now, but Draco remembered how curly and wild it had been, and so soft.
"Professor?" Draco snapped out of his reverie, to see Granger looking at him in concern. She had the same eyes as her mother, green and brown, like sunlight hitting a river through trees. "Professor?"
"Yes, Granger?" He snapped, angry with himself for daydreaming, and angry with Granger because she looked so much like her damned mother and yet like her father too! Curse the bastard whoever he was!
"Well, class ended five minutes ago, and we were all wondering if we could go."
Jillian forced herself to look directly at father, even though, quite frankly, he scared her to bits. There was no way she was going to let him see that, not after the way he treated Mum. But she had to wonder why he had looked so…so…well, sad.
So of course, when they all drew straws to see who would speak to their irate (she just loved that word) professor, she just had to get the short one, didn't she!
"Yes, yes, you can all go." He said irritably. "Read chapter ten tonight, and answer the questions on page 350." Jillian nodded, and slipped out of the room.
It wasn't until they'd all gone that Draco realised he hadn't checked any of the potions. He sighed. DAMN!!!
Hmm…I really, really like this chapter. Poor Draco, he's so confused. And we finally get to see Mel in action. Isn't she funky? Also, you find out why Draco dumped Hermione, even though he loved – still loves her. R/R!!!