Rating: R- language so far, and some interesting situations
Genre: Horror/Romance/Action/Adventure- For things in this chapter, which will remain unnamed.
Pairing: Draco and Hermione
Summary: One-shot if there are no suggestions… 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
Comments: Absolutely! Comment on anything at all! Random things! I don't CARE!
As I said in the previous chapter, I'm doing many pages, so I've put this chapter into sections. There will be about four parts, all either ten pages each. Hope you enjoy… I'll reply to the reviews after I finish this chapter. Maybe I should change the Genre a bit, because I found this chapter to be funny… Anirtak is Hermione's Mom's maiden name, which meant she could be related to him for those who didn't catch that earlier.
Tart Memories Containing Enemies…
Chapter 2: The Snake Annoys the Lioness, (Again) Part Two
Total pages- 9...?
'"As I recall when my stomach turned, and I was hiding away from myself, away from you."'- Pitiful, by Blindside
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I'll tear us apart.
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"You're a Malfoy, aren't you?" He swallowed, and he could hear Hermione's light intakes of breath.
"Merlin no, I'm a Anirtak." 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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This isn't right… No, it isn't at all… It doesn't make any sense at all! Malfoy stared into space, trying to control himself from doing something irrational. Hermione was watching him, her dark eyebrows arched, her lips pursed into a scowl. Her thoughts were almost on the same track as his.
"Wait a second, Tom, me and Katrina have to discuss something in private…Can you handle yourself alone?" Malfoy finally spat out, and Tom nodded, looking a bit miffed.
Hermione gazed up apprehensively at Malfoy when his hands slid to her wrists and he pulled her into an empty alley.
"You understand what we have to do, right, Granger?" Malfoy muttered to her, and she looked up to meet his eyes.
"We have to get Tom and Emma together because their magical power combined can help Gryffindor…" She whispered, her voice hoarse, her eyes holding a look of pure fear.
Malfoy recognized that look as soon as it disappeared, her silvery eyes cold. "It's going to be hard, but it's going to be worth it. Voldemort won't exist, I'll be in another school, and we'll both be happy."
"But this means we'd be tampering with history, Malfoy…" She pointed out, and he shrugged his shoulders at her, a look of indolence plastered on his face.
"Well, it's a beneficial alteration that-" Malfoy bit his tongue, and Hermione gazed curiously at him. "Quiet. Someone's coming…" He put an arm around Hermione and pulled her against the wall into the shadows, a scowl on his lips.
"Where do you think he is?"
Malfoy swallowed, and he inched even more into darkness, pulling Hermione with him, recognizing the person whom belonged to the voice; Potter…
"I dunno, but we have to find the ruddy scoundrel soon, or else he'll hurt Emma even worse. I mean it, Harold, I could see it on her eyes, you know?"
"Weasley and Potty." Malfoy whispered, and Hermione nodded, gazing faintly at two figures in the distance. They didn't have time to argue about Malfoy's language, they needed to keep quiet.
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Cannot be your enemy.
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"Well, we can just use your map then, Ronald. You know, that map that points out locations of people?" The Harry look-alike said with a shrug, and Malfoy and Hermione looked at the other, eyes wide with shock.
"Shit," he muttered, silver orbs on his ex-archenemy.
"We'd better go," she suggested, and he nodded in agreement.
"In one..." He started, and then paused. Potty and Weasel were coming closer…
"Two…" Hermione whispered, clutching his hand. She felt a shock go through her, and she shuddered.
"Three!" Malfoy finished, not bothering to keep quiet. They both broke into a run, heading fast for the alley exit.
Right to the look-alikes.
"Shit!" Malfoy shouted, and Hermione swallowed, looking over at him, her eyes pleading, 'What should we do?'
'I don't know…' Malfoy's answered back, and Hermione looked over at 'Harry' and 'Ron'.
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Losing half a year,
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"Eh, excuse me, you two, can I have a word with you?" asked a voice behind them.
Hermione glanced at Malfoy, her eyes saying, 'Do it!'
"Whatever, if we have time…" Malfoy mumbled in response, and they turned around to see a woman whom looked exceptionally like Ginny Weasley.
Being saved from a Weasley by a Weasley… Reality's becoming very sordid… Malfoy thought dryly, a bitter look on his face.
Back at Hogwarts in 2005, Harry and Ron were asking every 7th year if they had seen Hermione.
"Have you?" Ron attempted.
"No." A platinum blond 6th year answered. They were getting desperate.
"Bushy hair, brown eyes?" Harry this time asked.
"No." This time they had asked a Slytherin.
"Always carries a book with her?" Harry stabbed at it.
"For the last time, no Harry!" Ginny answered another time.
The two met up outside the Gryffindor tower to discuss if the other had any information. Obviously, they didn't.
"Face it mate, she's been kidnapped… And whomever did it, didn't want anyone to know." Ron looked solemnly into space, and Harry stared gloomily at a random cloud at the sky, which happened to look like Hermione's head.
"Damn it Ron, if I had any scrap of information at all on her, we could go and save her…" Harry muttered, and Ron smiled half-heartedly.
"Maybe she's safe…"
"Hey, I think I have something!" Harry said after a few moments of silence, and Ron glanced over at him.
"What?" he asked, lazily, his eyelids drooping.
"Wake up," Harry muttered, slapping him lightly in the arm. "I just realized we hadn't asked any of the Professors."
"We- we… They could have seen her!"
Great. Now Ron was getting it.
'Ginny' lead them to a barn, which in those times it would have been rich compared to the Weasley's in the 21st century, which Malfoy whispered to Hermione, whom glared at him, though he didn't take the comment away.
"You two wait right there," 'Ginny' said, pointing to a door, which was open, leaving a clear image to a dirty, grimy, room. Malfoy shuddered, and Hermione caught it.
"It's better than being caught by the Golden Couple, isn't it?" Hermione whispered, and Malfoy stared blankly into space.
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Waiting for you here…
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"You insult your best friends every day, Granger?" Malfoy whispered back, and Hermione shrugged.
"They're not my friends. There are in my century, but not here." That was the end of their conversation, and they both walked into the room.
"Ugh," he muttered, moving past Hermione to sit on a stool.
"A book!" Hermione's whisper could be heard behind him, and he rolled his eyes.
"Which, you will read how?" Malfoy's irking voice asked her.
"Eh," she stuttered, realizing her wand wasn't in her robes.
"Merlin," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "Lumos…" A green beam shot from his wand from the darkness, and Hermione walked closer to him, sighing in relief.
"I don't want to go there, Harry," muttered Ron.
"Me either, but Snape's the only teacher left, mate." Harry muttered darkly about Death Eaters, and started walking down the gloomy hall to Snape's room, Ron right behind him, teeth clattering.
"At least he's in the Order and won't hurt us," Ron breathed, and Harry shrugged.
"He probably still would, mate," Harry commented nonchalantly, and sighed when they had appeared in front of the dungeon door.
"W-why don't we go first?" Ron looked completely dreadful.
"C'mon Ron, let's just go…" Harry muttered, but Ron was still shuddering.
And so, they pushed open the dungeon doors and entered, looking fearlessly through the gloom, well, at least Harry was. Ron had just imagined a spider.
"Excuse me, Professor?" Harry asked into the gloom, and Ron shuddered.
"Maybe… Maybe he isn't here, H-Harry." Ron stuttered, and Harry rolled his eyes.
"…Malfoy, what does 'art' mean if it's used in a sentence that doesn't involve school?" Hermione asked him, and he glanced over at her.
"What the fuck are you reading, Granger?" He nearly dropped his wand before sitting down a comfortable distance away from her and pointed the green beam at her face.
"It's a story about how this couple gets lost in the wilderness, and it keeps on repeating weird words like, 'art' or, 'thou,' and other things I can't even pronounce, Malfoy. It's supposed to be a Romance novel, but I think it's disgusting." Hermione replied severely, and Malfoy rolled his eyes in response.
"Just show me the page you need help on, Granger…" He muttered, looking away from her into the darkness.
"Fine," she muttered, and shoved the book at him, a scowl on her lips.
Malfoy licked his lips in thought, reading over where her finger was pointing at. "It says…" His eyes shifted from the book to the doorway, where which 'Harry' and 'Ron' stood.
Hermione rolled her eyes, and Malfoy shoved the book at her. Hermione had been leaning down to show him, so she moved back, feeling three sets of eyes on her.
"Emma, we told you…" 'Ron' started, and Hermione stood, the book clutched at her side.
"You have to pretend to be her, while I'll be Tom…" Malfoy whispered to her, and she sighed.
"I have to like you? Oh great." Hermione whispered back, and Malfoy rolled his eyes.
"He isn't that bad…" Hermione attempted and Malfoy stood dutifully at her side, playing idly with his wand, an expressionless look on his face as the green beam flickered around the room.
"Oh, and you love this girl greater than me?"
Hermione's brown eyes widened as she stared at the pug-nosed 'Pansy Parkinslut', though Malfoy didn't even blink, the emotionless mask on his face, as if he was trained. Hell, he probably was.
"Yes, I do… I love her," Malfoy said, gazing over at Hermione, and she swallowed, bringing a hand to her thumping heart, trying hard to act the part of the surprised yet joyful girlfriend.
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I'd be your anything.
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"He likes the better blood, I suppose," 'Ginny' said, 'Parkinslut' looked irritated, which Malfoy noticed, but he kept the expressionless mask on his face still in play.
"'Better blood'? Better blood? Just because she's purer than me doesn't mean he has to fall for her!" 'Parkinslut' cried, and Malfoy rolled his eyes, the only emotion he was capable of- spite.
"Emma, can we talk to you for a second?" 'Harry' asked Hermione, and she nodded, glancing over at the apprehensive Malfoy.
"Just be careful," Malfoy whispered to her before she left the room.
"You're daft, Emma," 'Ron' said, pacing around the room in front of Hermione.
"He's a nice guy, though, Ronald…" Hermione whispered, and 'Harry' shook his head.
"He only wants you for the money, Emma." 'Harry' stared into space while she was almost sweating.
"So? I don't care about money… I just care about him." Hermione-No-Lying-Granger was doing well; she was acting out the part perfectly.
"If you love him, then fine… But leave us out when you need a shoulder to cry on, because we won't do it when he dumps you for a richer lady." 'Ron' muttered, and Hermione stood.
"Excuse me, I have to go… I have to meet a friend now…" Hermione smiled weakly at the two, and then walked out of the room into the previous one she was in earlier.
"Granger, you were right…" She heard Malfoy mutter to her left. She glanced over at him and noticed he was twirling his wand again.
"Right about what?" She grinned at his state of boredom, it written all over his face.
"Forget it, let's just get out of here before they come back. Remember we have to find Tom?" He spat out, and she shrugged her shoulders in reply, which he took as a yes, because he grabbed her arm and proceeded towards the door and exited the house.
"Ow! Malfoy! That hurts!" Hermione shouted, and he just rolled his eyes.
"We need to find a hotel, too…" He muttered before covering her mouth with a cold hand. "So, we're taking another field trip, Granger."
Slowly, he let go of her after a few moments, sighing deeply, and with a tone of pure negativity, he muttered to her, "Don't you just wish we were back at Hogwarts? It may seem to you I hate it, but it's the only place I can get away from my old fart of a Father…" he glanced over at her curious expression and added, "I think I see a hotel near here…"
Hermione blinked at him, still speculating about his change of attitude. "Sure, Malfoy…"
They started walking, Malfoy leading the way, Hermione just following behind. Hermione was observing the scenery while Malfoy was looking for an inn sign.
"Tom was around here, but now he's vanished…" Hermione murmured behind him, and he turned around to glare at her, a scowl written all over him.
"Maybe he has a hotel room, I dunno Granger," he muttered to her, and she rolled her eyes.
"Maybe, Malfoy. Let's just keep look-ing…" Her voice faltered when her eyes fell on Malfoy's incarnation, which was currently talking to a girl.
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So get back, back, back to where we lasted,
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Malfoy noticed her abrupt discontinuation of words, his eyebrows arched. Having gotten no fun in a while, he decided that he would mess with her. He bent down, and whispered into her ear, his lips brushing against her earlobe as he spoke, "Granger, are you going daft? I know I'm fucking irresistible, but you don't have to stutter…" He gave her earlobe a light tug with his front teeth, and her eyes snapped back to him.
"Malfoy!" Hermione pushed him away from her, he just smirked, and caught both her fists with his hands, and he pulled her closer to him, her breasts pressing hard against his chest, her fists at her sides being held down by his, a smirk tugging his lips. "I…I…" She stuttered, and his smirk grew. "I was going to say, Malfoy, that I…"
Her remarks were muffled against his lips, her fists being massaged by Malfoy's fingers, staring deeply into his taunting silvery eyes. Everywhere he touched her, invisible electricity went down her spine. His eyes were hypnotizing, the black rings mesmerizing her. Her eyes fell closed, and he slowly closed his own, and deepened the kiss, pressing his hips into hers, and she resisted the urge to moan, pursing her lips into a persistent scowl, but that only made him more determined, and as he bit her lip, a voice unfamiliar but somehow overfriendly called to them.
"Hey, Donald and Katrina!"
Malfoy slowly released Hermione's fists, falling against the wall in pure shock almost it seemed, though his face was expressionless. Hermione managed to stay on her feet, though her knees looked like they'd buckle, because she was stumbling, and Malfoy caught her before she would fall on her arse. He wrapped one arm around her tiny waist to steady her, the other behind her head, keeping her comfortable. She slowly ringed her arms awkwardly around his waist, breathing in cologne, which smelled, like one of her favourite muggle candies, Hershey Chocolate.
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Just like I imagine
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"Hi, you guys." Tom's shining face was before them, a curly-haired girl standing beside him looking away from them, a blank look on her face.
"H-Hi!" Hermione stuttered, her head being crushed against Malfoy's chest, whom was also looking away from Tom at the people passing by.
"Guess what?" Tom's enthusiastic attitude didn't affect Hermione, and Malfoy was practically oblivious.
"You're going to kill Slytherin, or something?" She barely recognised her voice, and when Malfoy's eyes shifted back to her, she shivered lightly at the expressionless look in his silvery orbs.
"I wish, but I was going to tell you two that Emma's finally out of the hospital!" Damn. Was this guy on happy-go-lucky serum today? Hermione wondered, before letting out a fake laugh.
"That's great, Tom. Why don't you go and spend time with the girl, then?" She looked over at the curly-haired girl and noticed she looked very familiar…
"I noticed that a minute ago." Malfoy whispered to her, and her eyes widened.
"She's…? She's? She doesn't even…" She muttered something into his chest, and he looked down curiously at her.
"Is there something wrong with Katrina, or something?" Came Tom's almost-concerned voice.
"She's an insomniac and she didn't have enough sleep last night…" Malfoy covered for her, and she could almost kiss him she was so thankful… Wait, she already did.
Ugh.
"You guys, can I break up your moment for a minute?" Tom interrupted again, and Hermione lifted her head off Malfoy's chest, blushing her crimson house colours.
"Yeah?" She tried to keep her voice from squeaking, and her statement turned into a question. She blushed again embarrassedly and Malfoy rolled his eyes. They released the other and Hermione leaned beside Malfoy against the wall, keeping a reasonable distance.
"I'd like you two to meet Emma…" Tom began, and Emma moved from behind him, her eyes moving quickly from Hermione to Malfoy.
"Hullo," Malfoy greeted her, looking up into space, while Hermione faked a cheerful smile at Emma. She really didn't want to do this right now…
"We're looking for a hotel, and I thought since I'm now friends with you two, you'd like to come along." Tom was saying, and his words barely passed Hermione's thick skull. She was staring blankly into space, and Malfoy glanced at her, a curious expression on his face.
"You wanna?" Malfoy whispered into her ear, trying to attract her attention to him and not some mudbloods passing by.
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I could never feel this way…
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"They what?!" Harry yelled, slamming his fists on Snape's desk.
"They're either still at the library… Ask Madam Pince." Snape practically shooed them off, and they were out of the dungeon before one would say 'whoosh!'
"Well, that went very perfectly…" Harry muttered darkly under his breath, and Rin scowled.
"Let's just go and check the library again, Harry. Maybe they're in the restricted section!" Ron said, hopefully, looking over at him.
"Why didn't I think of it earlier? Thanks, Ron!" Harry pulled a roll of parchment out of his pocket and grinned at him, while Ron stared unblinkingly at the parchment.
"The Map? Here? What if Snape sees?" Ron squeaked, and Harry rolled his eyes.
"I solemnly swear I'm up to no good," he whispered to the parchment, and Ron looked over his shoulder at the parchment, eyes now wide.
"They're at the restricted section, all right… Can you read what they're saying? Because I can't from over your shoulder…" Ron muttered, and Harry nodded in the agreement way.
"He's saying something about a minute ago…" Harry repeated the conversation between Hermione, Emma, Malfoy, and Tom to Ron.
"Tom must be Riddle!" Ron concluded, and Harry scowled.
"Dunno who that Emma person is, though… She isn't talking, so she could be dead…" Harry muttered while thinking, 'Tom' could be anyone, not just Riddle…
"Never mind, mate, she just did." Ron had now moved beside him and was looking with him.
"You two don't have to if you don't want to." Tom said, and Emma's shit-brown eyes shifted over to them.
"I see the resemblance now…" Hermione whispered to Malfoy, and he nodded at her.
"Maybe we can go to that hotel on the corner? I remember one being there…" Emma suggested, and Hermione suddenly realized the girl was shy. She was blushing scarlet and was hiding behind Tom, her bushy-head visible.
"Hey, least your hair's better than hers," Malfoy whispered to her, and Hermione blinked, her eyes shifting back to his smiling ones. Malfoy… and smiling… It-It just isn't natural.
TBC…? Maybe.
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