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 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!
Hermione searched the Great Hall with her eyes, looking for Jillian. She smiled in relief when she saw Gaia. She'd tell her where Jillian was.
"Gaia!" Gaia turned around and saw Hermione.
"Yes, Hermione?"
"Do you know where Jillian is?" Gaia shook her head, as did the other redheaded boy…Matthew.
"No, she left about ten minutes ago." Hermione's eyes grew panicked.
"What? Are you sure?"
"Relax, Hermione, I can pull her up on the Map." Matthew said reassuringly, pulling the Marauder's Map out of his pocket.
"So that's where it went!" Gaia exclaimed. "Mina and Delilah accused me of stealing it!"
"Nah, I did." Matthew grinned. "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good." He chanted, touching the parchment with his wand. The lines flowed onto the map, familiar to Hermione as ever. Matthew looked at it a moment before tapping it with his wand again. "Mischief managed." He said quietly. He looked up at Hermione, his face tight with worry. "She's not on there." He told her.
Jillian groaned as harsh light pierced her eyelids. Her head ached, and her mouth felt like an old gym sock. Suddenly, someone shook her roughly.
"Wake up, girl." Shocked, she opened her eyes. Standing in front of her was a man with silver blonde hair and cold grey eyes. He looked exactly like Draco, except older. Jillian sighed.
"Lucius Malfoy." She said.
"Very good, brat. I am your grandfather. I was very surprised to find out that my son had had sex with a mudblood, especially Granger, but he will be punished later. As will your mother." Any familiaral feelings that Jillian had been having vanished at those words, and white-hot anger charged through her. Her eyes flashed, more green than brown now, and her whole body seemed to glow.
"You lay one hand on my mother or my father and I will make you wish you'd never been born." She hissed, looking directly at him. "And don't think I wouldn't; Grandfather."
"Let's cut the crap." Lucius stood up and waved his wand. Silver ropes immediately bound Jillian hand and foot. "I will kill your mother, you know it, and I know it. But right now, that's not the issue. The issue is you. Now, normally we wouldn't even think about this, but since you have pureblood in you as well as filth, Lord Voldemort and I are willing to make you a little deal. You join us, and you live. Don't, and you die. Not before we've gotten any information and some…entertainment, though." Lucius looked rather excited.
"I'd rather watch my mother rip my heart out of my chest and barbecue it than be in league with you, you filthy pile of slime." Jillian spat.
"Have it your way." Lucius waved his wand again, and Jillian was thrown against the wall, and chained. "Lord Voldemort will see you later."
Jillian waited until her grandfather had left the room before she sagged in her chains and sobbed.
Hermione entered her office, and stopped. Lying on the floor in a pool of blood was Jillian. She reached out to Hermione, pain twisting her beautiful face.
"Mum." She croaked. "Help me." Hermione gasped, her eyes filling with tears. Jillian couldn't be here, couldn't be like this.
"Jillian!" She ran over. Her hand went right through her daughter's innate form. She gulped. It's a boggart. She told herself sternly. You learnt how to get rid of these in your third year of Hogwarts. Suddenly, the boggart changed, probably sensing she was no longer scared. It showed Virginia, bruised and bleeding, her baby lying next to her, blue. Virginia was looking at the baby, and smiling sadly.
"I guess it wasn't meant to be." She said, closing her eyes, and drawing one last breath. Next was Ron. He was covered in cuts and whip marks.
"Riddikulus!" Hermione whispered. Harry stared at her with blank green eyes. "Riddikulus." Minerva lay there, her head at an odd angle "Riddikulus." Candice reached out for help. "Riddikulus." Draco…Hermione screamed.
"Hermione!" The door banged open, and Draco entered. He grabbed his wand. "Banishentra!" He bellowed. The boggart disappeared in a puff of smoke, and Hermione collapsed against Draco's chest, sobbing. "Shh. It's ok." Draco soothed.
***
Three hours later Hermione sat by her bedroom fire, shaking. Draco handed her a glass of amber liquid, and Hermione downed it automatically, grimacing at the taste afterwards.
"Ugh, w-what was th-that?" She questioned.
"Ask no questions and I'll tell you know lies." Was all Draco said in reply.
"O-ok…" Hermione said slowly.
"Are you cold?" Draco asked, noticing that she was still shivering.
"N-no. I j-just c-can't seem t-to st-stop shaking." Hermione said. "S-sorry, I kn-know y-you aren't a s-speech therapist."
"Oh, Hermione," Draco scooped her up into his arms and hugged her tightly. "I'm so sorry for that comment. And for all of that. We wasted so much of our lives. And Jillian's life."
"We aren't going to talk about that." Hermione said firmly. "Tell me what you've been doing the past fourteen years."
Draco glanced at Hermione's dark head which was lying against his chest. He couldn't deny that he'd enjoyed the past five hours, just sitting here and talking about what they'd been doing, but Hermione's scent was driving him crazy, and either he left soon, or not at all.
"Well, I'd better be going." He said, "You need some rest." He was stopped by Hermione's hand on his arm.
"No," She said, "Stay. Please."
"Hermione, I can't." Draco said. "If I stay, it's going to be for one reason, and one reason only. And I don't want to take advantage of you like that."
"Draco, we both know that's crap." Hermione replied. "If I asked you to stay and talk to me for the rest of the night, you would. But I don't want to talk." Draco sighed. He knew that this was only a comfort thing for Hermione, so he couldn't.
"I can't." He said, feeling as though he'd signed his own death warrant. He bent down, and kissed Hermione gently. He was unprepared for her to slide her arms around him, and probe at his mouth with her tongue. He broke off the kiss immediately. "Dammit, Hermione," He groaned, "That's not fair."
"Who ever said love was fair?" Hermione's eyes glittered as she brought him back down for another kiss. Draco's mouth opened under Hermione's gentle coaxing, and she moaned her approval.
Tingling sensations ran along Hermione's body, growing stronger as Draco's kiss deepened. Her body heated as she felt his hands glide, ever so lightly, over her chest. Please let him want me. Just for a little while, let him want me. She dug her fingers into his arms, groaning in displeasure as Draco ended the kiss.
"We can't do this." He panted, his forehead resting against hers. "It's wrong."
"Then why does it feel so right?" Hermione countered. She thread her fingers through his silky hair. "Come to bed with me."
"Hermione…"
"Please."
"Alright." She took his hand, and led him to the bedroom.
Hmm…what an interesting development. Who would have guessed it? Not even I did. My fingers have a mind of their own, I swear!
And, thanks to these reviewers:
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