Rating: R- language so far, and some interesting situations
Genre: Horror/Romance/Action/Adventure- For things in the next chapters if anyone says this story is, quote, 'Bloody brilliant!"
Pairing: Draco and Hermione
Summary: One-shot if there are no reviews… Draco takes Hermione back in time to show her some interesting things. For example, they're reincarnations of two lovers caught in a war of despair and tragedy. Can these two find love again, and stop their incarnates from dying without saying 'Goodbye'?
Disclaimer: Look up the meaning 'dis' in the dictionary. Then put it with 'claimer'. It means I don't own anything, which was the point of putting this up!
Written by: Draco and Hermione Insomniac
Listen… I'm not even supposed to be writing this. I have a project due in three hours, but I wanted to do this instead. Please excuse my writing if it's in disarray, because I'm only twelve and enormous words are hard to remember the meaning to… The lyrics are in italics and they in a song called 'Memory' by Sugarcult. Please note I've never been kissed, or anything… And no, I haven't forgotten about my other stories, it just seems I'm becoming a failure, and I'm sorry for that impression, if you think I am. This is a revised version. This is not the same thing as before. It's different.
Tart Memories Containing Enemies…
Prologue: The Snake Annoys the Lioness… (Again) Part One
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This may never start.
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He was watching her again, she knew it, and even as she worked on her Potions notes, she could feel his nasty glare on her. He just wouldn't leave her alone, and he'd always try to talk nice to her, but he could never say her name right. It would always come out: "Granger," or, "Mia…" or, just simply, "MUDBLOOD!"
Hermione rested her head on her desk, exhausted from all the work her hand had done. They had a project due in three weeks, but she was too tired to do anything on it. She played with her quill in her left hand, that was, until she couldn't feel anything but air…
"Bloody hell!" Hermione looked up to see Draco Malfoy smirking at her, and she noticed he was holding her quill in his right hand.
"Fifteen points from Gryffindor for a outburst that was un-called for…" Snape drawled over at his desk, and Hermione glared at Malfoy.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" She spat, he glared back, and he stuffed the quill in his pants pocket.
"Catch me if you can, Granger." He sneered at her, walked over to Snape's desk, and whispered something to him that Hermione couldn't hear.
"Granger, Mr. Malfoy wants to take a pass out of class and go to the library for extra credit, and though I don't give it unless it's my favourite students, you may go with him." Snape called over to her, and she rolled her eyes.
"No thanks, Professor Snape," she returned coolly, walking back to her desk, and started re-reading her notes.
"You're such a tease, Granger," Malfoy whispered from behind her, snatching up her notes.
"Malfoy, I'm not going with you…" Her words were short-lived when his fingers tightened around her wrist and pulled her into his arms. Hermione stared blankly over his shoulder, at all the girls in the classroom in Slytherin glaring at her.
"You're coming with me. Back in time, where no one can recognize us…" His grip slid to her hand and pulled her out of the room, now the whole room gaping at them.
"Malfoy! You wouldn't!" She screamed as he dragged her, her arms flying wildly.
"Granger, I have something to show you, so if you don't shut up then I'll leave you back in the 1600s…" He looked back at her; his grey eyes penetrating her, the warm look in them unfamiliar to her.
"And what does this have to do with the library?" She spat at him, and he shrugged.
"You'll find out once we're there, Granger."
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We could fall apart…
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"Shit, Malfoy, I want to know now. I don't want to find out once you 'Avada' me. I'd rather see my friends before I die." She spat, and Malfoy's sudden stop sent her running into his back.
"Granger, there's some things you need to know…" He pulled her into an awkward embrace, and the intensity of the encirclement made Hermione's knees buckle, and she fell into him, her head crashing hard into his chest.
"Let the bloody go of me, Malfoy!" She gasped as he pulled her over his shoulder, her head hanging, and her legs trying to kick at him, failing horribly.
"Listen, Granger, I'm not repeating this for you, so you better bloody shut up and listen well." Malfoy hissed to her, and she finally stopped screaming, though she wasn't going to give up. She decided she might as well listen to him, since he had the upper hand, (even though she wouldn't admit it) and glared furiously at him.
"Fine," she spat, and Malfoy sighed in both relief and frustration, and pushed the doors to the library open.
"Good," he whispered, and when he slipped past the librarian successfully, he sat her down on her feet near a table, though he kept firm fingers around her wrist. "I have something interesting to show you… Be a good girl and follow me, would you?" He smirked at the repulsed look on her face, and pulled her away to the Restricted Section of the library, even though they would probably seen.
Hermione felt bile crawl up her throat as she looked around at the familiar surroundings, and then down at her and Malfoy's entwined fingers. Why here, oh why does this thing have to be here?
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And I'd be your memory…
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Hermione sighed as she flipped through pages in her book, occasionally glancing around to see if anyone would see her, though she knew they wouldn't.
Late that night, Hermione had stolen Harry's invisibility cloak and was now in the restricted section of the library, reading up on her family's history. A few weeks before her 17th birthday, she had found out she had been adopted. By whom, she didn't know. She only knew it was a pure blooded family, so she was looking through various books about pureblooded families. She had no idea what time it was, but she kept constant vigilance.
"Bloody hell…" Hermione looked up to see Malfoy, who was being snogged senseless by Pansy Parkinslut, and retched, almost vomiting on the book she was reading. Malfoy looked disgusted, and Hermione rolled her eyes, wishing they could just screw each other in their common room, just not at the library.
Ignore it… She ordered herself, and she pulled the cloak more over herself and posed the lantern so she could read the book more clearly.
"God…Draco!" Came Parkinslut's shouts, and Hermione groaned with irritation. Sluttish bitch… Disturbing my reading… I wish I could hex her so badly… Hermione steamed, and looked up to see that he was all over her now.
"This is getting annoying… I'll kick them and I'll run back to my dorm…" Hermione muttered, and stood up, but forgot her lantern and bent down again, only to trip on the hem of the cloak and fall into the lantern. Shit… She thought, and pulled the cloak back on herself, looking around to see if Parkinslut or Malfoy had noticed.
Malfoy definitely had, because he had left Parkinslut and was heading towards the restricted section. Hermione panicked, picked up her book, slid next to a bookshelf, and was sure her hair was standing more up and frizzy than usual because of her fear.
"Who the bloody is there?" He spat, his silvery eyes looking around him, a deep scowl on his chapped lips and his platinum hair tossed everywhere.
Hermione could only watch in horror as he walked towards her, his scarred hand reached outward, his silvery eyes looking like two full and mysterious moons. She moved to her left when he stared straight at her, his silvery orbs resentful like acid.
"Whoever it is, you better come out, or I'll make you with an Unforgivable." He spat, looking right at Hermione, and she swallowed, moving backwards until the cold metal made her almost jump, but she controlled herself- barely. He started moving towards her, his eyes narrowed with malice, and Hermione held on to her things tightly and took another step back only to be reminded she was trapped. Shit, Malfoy had cornered her without even trying.
Malfoy put his hands right above her shoulders, his silvery eyes searching what he thought was nothing, but he could hear breathing- sharp breathing- near where he was. He closed his eyes, and took a deep intake of air, only to smell perfume. Granger's perfume.
"Granger…" He grinned insanely, and his hands moved to where he felt her small shoulders, and ripped the cloak off her, revealing the frightened girl herself.
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So get back, back, back to where we lasted…
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"Malfoy…" She swallowed, and felt Malfoy's hands move in weird patterns across her shoulders, looking up at his handsome face, the face she always hated.
"So, what you doing here so late, Granger?" He smirked at her attire, and Hermione crossed her arms over her chest, a look of cold hatred crossing her face. Malfoy just jeered at her, and she felt her face heat with anger. It wasn't her fault she didn't think she'd be caught! She was only wearing a black tank top and a short black and white plaid skirt, showing off her tan legs, and she just held her breath as she watched Malfoy survey her, as in other words, stare at her like a snake whom hasn't had a meal in days…
"Granger? Granger?? Granger!!"
Someone was shaking her, and she looked up to see it was Malfoy, and she groaned.
"I hate the restricted section, that's all… Really… I'm fine." She looked up at him, and saw him looked very unconvinced, an eyebrow arched, as if saying, 'you really sure, Granger?'
"Sure, let's just go." His fingers squeezed hers and she bit her tongue to gasp in surprise and let him lead her to a part in the section that she hadn't seen before. He led her to a huge bookshelf, but Hermione's well-trained eyes saw no books on the shelves. "It's around here somewhere…"
"This is all confusing…" She muttered as Malfoy's silvery eyes searched the shelves. When she saw his eyes glint, she knew he had found whatever he was searching for.
"Here," he reached out with his left hand to touch the brim of the only book on the shelf, which Hermione hadn't seen at all. Damn, he's good! She thought, watching with awe as he opened the book and murmured some Latin: "Impermissus Adamo…"
Hermione's eyes widened to see the book glow a bright neon green colour, and when she tried to step back, Malfoy's hand entwined with hers held her to him, and there was a blinding flash of lightening between them, and then the library started to spin wildly, and Hermione felt her knees buckle, and Malfoy caught her before she collapsed, the book tucked into his shirt pocket.
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Just like I imagine.
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Hermione closed her eyes, leaning into Malfoy's arms, trying to compose herself, her head still slightly spinning, and Malfoy had closed his eyes tightly as well, taking in deep shallow breaths, fighting the urge to cough, his throat suddenly dry.
1200… 1220… 1230… 1240…
1249…
1250s…
1254…
"Shit!" Malfoy cursed, falling into darkness, hitting his head on some hard rock, Hermione securely in his arms.
"Wh-what happened, Malfoy?" Hermione squeaked, looking up at the boy who held her tightly, her head pushed against his chest, sweat crawling down her face. She was frightened because Malfoy was. Draco Malfoy was afraid, and she could tell because his heart was thumping 160 times per second. She didn't like the feeling that he could feel, she always thought him inhuman.
Well, wrong, dearie… Her mind seemed to answer her, and she shuddered.
"We're here…" His expressionless voice made her listen to his heart again, and it was still going as fast as it was before.
"What do you mean?" She barely had time to cover her mouth when she asked it, and Malfoy pulled him and her off the ground.
"We're in the past, Granger." He whispered into her ear, his left hand slowly releasing her right hand, his right arm possessively around her waist, taking a deep intake of her hair. Cinnamon…
"The past…" She echoed, her brain not functioning properly yet.
"Let's go before someone recognizes us, all right? Pull up the hood of your cloak and follow me, and we'll be needing new names if we're here…" He hoped what he was saying was getting through to her, because she had yet to pull her hood up.
"We're what?" It had finally sunk into her, it seemed.
"Granger- listen to me-"
"We can't be in the 1200s because I have a bloody test tomorrow! Does that get through your thick skull, Malfoy? A t-e-s-t! In Potions! I'll be flunked for sure!" She interrupted him, her shit-brown eyes, so Malfoy would have described, now a fiery cinnamon colour.
"Granger, look, we can get back to the future at the same time and get out of there! Listen, there's a reason why we're here-" But he was interrupted by her, yet again.
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I could never feel this way.
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"Don't you understand? I haven't even studied for the Transfiguration quiz for next month!"
"Granger, would you shut the bloody up for a minute?" He covered her mouth with his hand, his fingers clamping her mouth shut. "Listen to me, and calm down, will you?"
A muffled 'fine' was her response to him.
"We can't be anywhere without the other, and we can't go by our old names. Also, we can't interfere with anything here, because we'd be meddling, does that reach your unfathomable mind? Can you please act civil and help me think of our new names?" He gave her a cold glare, and she nodded weakly, but her eyes were still that fiery cinnamon colour.
"You're going to be Donald Martin and I could be called by my Mother's maiden name… Katrina Anirtak…" She looked to him for his suggestions, and he just nodded slightly, as if he was agreeing with her. She rolled her eyes and pulled over the hood of her cloak over her curly chocolate hair, which Malfoy had done about three minutes before.
"Let's go to a pub and get a drink. I dunno about you, but unless I hear the word 'muggle' or, 'pureblood' I don't feel safe in most places…" He offered her his arm, and she just stared at him, both her eyebrows arched in confusion.
"How does that comfort you in any way? It just terrifies me." She accepted his arm reluctantly and they walked around wherever they had appeared in the 13h century.
"A bit overshadowed, aren't they?"
"They remind me a smidgen of purebloods."
"I hope to Merlin that they're not Mudbloods, or I'll 'Avada' them with my wand, I swear, Daddy."
"Well, that answers my question." Malfoy muttered darkly, and Hermione fought her urge to giggle, burying her head into his arms, smiling slightly, trying to resist laughing so badly her face would look scrunched up.
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So get back, back, back to the disaster.
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"Get out! OUT!"
Hermione pulled her face from Malfoy's arm to see a boy with platinum hair being kicked out of a hospital across the busy street on their left. Hermione thought he looked rather familiar to her, and poked Malfoy on the shoulder to get his attention.
"What, Granger?" He looked rather frazzled, as though he noticed, too. She pointed at the boy, and he nodded.
"If we just talk to him, would that be meddling?" She asked him, her eyes on the bleeding boy.
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt," he said after heaving an enormous sigh, and they both walked over to him after the street was clear.
"Hullo, are you alright there?" Hermione was the first to speak, since she was the first to see him. She bent down on her knees to meet his eyelevel, since he was leaning against a wall, sitting barely, his face hanging down.
"Granger, I think this is enough…" Malfoy began quietly, but paused when the boy looked up and Hermione gasped, and Malfoy's eyes widened.
"I'm not fine," he muttered, his platinum bangs dripping into his tear-stained silvery eyes, "she's in there, and she's dying. They're not helping her at all, and they're all professional Medi-wizards…" He gritted his teeth as he spoke, his bloodied fists clenching tightly.
Hermione heaved a great sigh and motioned for Malfoy to pull down his hood as she did hers.
"Em-Emma?" The boy squeaked, his silver eyes now looking hopeful, and he pulled her into a warm embrace, one that she could only cling back to, while Malfoy just stared away from them.
"No, but I'm a close relative of her." Hermione said, and the boy pulled back, a look of disappointment crossing his boyish face. He then looked up at Malfoy, who was staring away from them still, his arms crossed over his chest, watching people walk by, a look of superiority on his face when the poor came by, and a mere nod of acknowledgement when a pureblood came past.
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My heart's beating faster.
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"Who are you two, and why do you look so familiar?"
Malfoy's eyes shifted back to the boy, the silver meeting the boy's identical ones. "I'm Donald, and that woman you thought was you friend is Katrina… I guess I'm somehow related to you, if not I dunno."
"I'm Tom…" The boy smiled, and Hermione smiled slightly back, while Malfoy just nodded.
"Why's your friend in the hospital, Tom?" Hermione asked him, and she was surprised to see his eyes darken.
"Her Father found out about us… And he-well- he punished her by sending some beast after her. I heard he plans on starting a war, and we're on different sides." Tom muttered, and Malfoy took a step back, and Hermione drew in a quick breath and looked back at Malfoy, and mouthed, 'Is that the mission, Malfoy?'
'Yes…' he mouthed back, his features showing his shock and unease about what Tom had said. Hermione's eyes widened, and he walked back over to them, his features now in a deep scowl.
"And those sides would be…?" Malfoy questioned him, and Tom took a shallow breath, looking disturbed.
"Emma's Father's was Salazar's, and my Father's was Gryffindor's…" Tom whispered, and Malfoy's eyes widened even more. Hermione looked back at him, shock written all over her face, and Malfoy bent down to take her hands in his, while looking at Tom.
"And your friend is a pureblood?" He asked, and he could feel Hermione shiver against him, her hands hot with sweat while his were cold because of shock.
"Yes, but I'm just a filthy mudblood whom isn't worth the time of day." Tom answered, and Hermione completely froze, and Malfoy's eyes threatened to widen even more.
"You're a Malfoy, aren't you?" He swallowed, and he could hear Hermione's light intakes of breath.
"Merlin no, I'm a Granger." Tom replied, and Malfoy glanced at Hermione, who looked pale.
It's just a coincidence… She thought, swallowing down the hot bile that took over her throat. Malfoy noticed the whole thing, his silvery eyes narrowed.
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