She felt nothing. Opening her eyes, .. Why is there a piano in her
flat? One moment, she's standing on her knees on top her bed with .. " Mr
Malfoy? .. Mr Malfoy?"
You saw the way your mother looked, it was all inside a jar. Her eyes were full of nothing, the soul stretched to far to catch her heart, you could tell it by her frown. Walking down the gold street, she took you by the hand, and when she died you only smiled, she had always been too sweet.
A man stood in the door way, looking questioningly at her from a far. Reaching out a hand, he asked, " Did Bill bring you here?"
" Bill who?" She asks, knitting her brow, " Where's Mr Malfoy?"
" Oh, is that what he goes by these days?" The man gave her a condescending smirk, " Listen, I wouldn't pay more then fifty pounds for you, but if you do my friend good, I'll throw in twenty bucks."
Confused, she shook her head, " Im leaving ..?"
The keys were not on top the mantle. Nor were her books lining the walls. Everything looked different, nothing the same .. And it was cleaner, too ..
" Don't go! Did he already pay you or something? .. Oh well .." The man sat down at the kitchen counter, tapping his fingers in Dixie style.
One last question : " What year is this?"
" What are you? A cocaine addict? It's 1956."
" .. Thank you, sir." Lucky her. She wasn't wearing a nightgown, or even her famous flip-flops. Her hair looked ratty, and her black clothes were somewhat hot outside in the humid London air.
" Where's Mr Malfoy?" She asked again, this time mumbling. She had to make some calculations about people first; Her father and mother were in .. oh, Middle school. Mr Malfoy was probably in, ' Hem .. Snape is as old a Lilly and James ..' Her parents are definitely in middle school. 'Mr Malfoy .. - wasn't he nearing a century old? That's right. That means he would be out of school. He hasn't married Narcissa just yet .. No Draco, no Harry, no Ron. No me.' Well, she supposed that would be best.
Picking her feet up, one after the other, she made her way to Diagon Alley.
What if she could kill Voldemort? ' Hasn't he already started the Death Eaters Reading Club, though? The time turner is broken .. Where could the NOW Mr Malfoy be? '
' He's dead.' - Shuddering, she left that thought. 'No no no no no no no .. '
I hate you with a passion, when you sell your soul, I'll haunt you till the end, and when Im gone I'l leave a will, to rot you inside my own hell.
' He said - he went back in time. He said his old self killed his future. No .. No .. " Mr Malfoy?" Why is she saying his name? He's dead. This isn't logical. It's like her mother running around her room, screaming, crying, yelling, " I wish you had never got that stupid letter! Go to hell! All of you! CHARLES!" Stop saying his name .. '
She need to be pragmatical. She needs to be sane. She needs to find Mr Malfoy, and become his friend. If she can kill .. 'It's no good!' Shaking her head, she knows what she has to do. Taking a long breath, she turns down another road. Ah, the famous pub ..
Said to the Cashier, " Table for one, please."
The cashier said, raising an eyebrow, " Ah, Miss with very wild bushy hair, odd teeth, and beautiful eyes."
" Excuse me?" She only laughed.
" What's your last name?"
" Granger."
The cashier nodded, " You have a reservation with a Mr Malfoy, at table four. The one with the big fish hung over the rafter. Service will come soon. Move along, madame."
Confused, shaken, and a little afraid, as a waiter chauffeured her to the correct table. By god, sitting there, was Draco Malfoy! His long platinum hair was pulled back from his face, in the classical velvet bow of his father. It wasn't Draco at all ..
" Mr Malfoy?"
The waiter left, at the wave of dismissal the man gave him.
" Lucius, please."
" Lucius, .. alright." Taking a seat, she only glanced at the menu, before sitting it back down, and staring at him blankly.
" You look very unwell, if I may say this."
" You- look just like your son."
He nods, " I suppose I would."
" You .. killed .."
" I know."
" You-"
" I know."
" Why did you?"
He shrugged, " You know, I didn't believe any of what he told me. So he said for me to come here, and wait."
" You-"
" I know." He said more firmly.
" Why did you do that, Mr Malfoy?"
" Lucius," He corrected once again, then sighed, " He said later on I would have dreams. Terrible dreams. About you. Why I do not know every detail, but I am here, you are here, and the future can only repeat itself, it would seem."
" But - why couldn't he have just gone back? Why not just leave?"
" I'll hate my own son, he says. .. He says I'll love my wife very much, and be very sad when she dies. He says I'll be very sad when you go, and that the future must repeat itself. You know, I have a theory, Miss Granger."
" I don't understand. If you can leave NOW-"
" I don't leave now. I leave six months after and before you are die. Don't you pay attention to me?"
She gave a nervous laugh, " No, I suppose. I've always been so good at orginization, too .." He smiled at her.
" Now, don't interrupt me again. My theory, is that he wanted to look younger."
" But why would he do that?"
" Im not suppose to tell you that, Miss Granger."
Hermione blushed, " What happens now?"
" .. We eat, I pay the bill, and you come to live with me for a while."
" How long?"
" Can't say." He shrugged.
I wished Miss, to be young, so we could always live, and never die with wrinkles, pressing on our skin.
When they arrived at the small hotel, he frowned at her state of health. " Don't look at me that way, Granger. Please don't."
" I won't anymore. I suppose this is good night?"
His foot dug in the dirt, " A time for truths."
" More truths? I think Im going insane .."
He grimaced, " Draco did something very terrible. Draco was very sorry. He only did what he had to, and hated himself so much .. He was haunted by what he did, and was too late. I suppose he found me dead, when my body finally took on it's rightful time .."
" I don't understand. Your son killed my father- "
" He did worse." Taking her hand, he sighs, " May I tell you the truth?"
" .. Im not so sure .. What is the truth?"
" My son had a very large crush on you, when he was in school."
" Your son? That's ridiculous. We hated each others GUTS!" Laughing, she shook her hand free.
Lucius smiled, " Well, it's true. Mr Weasely and Potter would say mean things to you, and then he would tell them off, ' Mud blood! Impoverished twit! Saint Potter! Potter Stinks!' It was very childish, but this is what he could do. Of course, without being blown to bits by you. Think. It's true .. I had a girlfriend, before Narcissa, named Anne. She was a lot like you. So he still didn't like you very much. Despise and love, isn't that odd?"
" Yes. It's .. weird. Your son was a little insane, when it came to Voldemort."
" I know." He smiled.
" How can you know all this?"
" Because I told myself."
" Your stating facts." She glared, stepping backwards, taking her wand.
" Because I love you." Taking his hands, he stretched them out in the air, " Take my wand. It's in my pants pocket."
She did this.
" Im sorry, Hermione."
Her face was red and angry. How could he? Hoe dare he! She punched him in the face, " Old habits die hard, Draco."
" I know. I love you." He rubbed his red face, smiling a terribly bloody smile. " Still got that punch, Granger."
" WHY?!"
He didn't ask her to calm down. Both wands were pointed straight at his forehead, and then placed inside her front. " I am my father."
" What? That's not even possible! That's clearly against-"
" SCREW the rules. I did something very bad, and Im sorry. Im so sorry, Hermione."
" How can this be? If you and Narcissa had yourself, then what happened to your father?"
" He died. He killed himself, and so now I have no choice but to take his place. Don't you understand? It's a never ending circle. And now Im taking his place."
" Draco, it's not possible .."
" Your right. He did change time, the first time, there fore everything plays out, correct?"
" But- this means I-"
" Can kill voldemort? Don't even think about it. Someone would go to the future, and kill you before you could even think twice about it. Like I said, the past has to repeat itself. No one can ever know .."
" Then kill me! No one will know!"
" No one has to know." He says simply.
" What do you mean?"
" Because you were my father's girlfriend, and when I killed you when I was little, he said to me, ' You'll love that woman one day.' Guess what? I fell in love with YOU."
" Draco, Lucius,"
" Call me, please, something new. Im none of those."
A moments hesitation, " You, if time must repeat itself, then that makes me automatically your girlfriend, doesn't it?"
" I suppose." He shrugs, " Im sorry. I know this isn't a trip down easy street for you. Nor very pleasant."
.. " Im glad Mr Malfoy is alive."
" And me?" He frowns.
" Im not sure."
" Only logical." He takes her by the shoulder, and leads her into the motel.
" What do we do know?"
" I don't know. I don't know if he ever did .. that, or not with you. " Step. " Maybe we shouldn't, just in case." Step. " I know what he said, though." Step. " What?" Step. " .. What I would have said." Step. " Which is?" Step. " What do you want?" Step. " I don't know." Step. " Have you ever done that before?" Step. " I guess you have." Step. " I guess I have." He laughs, " Oh, this won't be the first technically, either." Step. " I haven't." Step. " Well, based on what you MEAN, no I haven't." Step. " Does any one know where you are?" Step. " Sure. Im dead, lying on your bed, in your flat, and you've been dead a long time." Step. " But alive at the same time? Won't that stick out, on the magic charts?" Step. " Not when they find your grave already marked in my family's grave yard." Step. " Did Narcissa know about me?" Step. " Miss Granger, I love you, me, right now. I don't love my mother in that way. I supposedly don't until your long since dead. It's only my duty."
Finally, they've reached the lobby.
" So what do you wish, Miss Granger?"
.. " Im tired."
" Alright then."
Taking her hand, he led her to the receptionists desk, and said, " Two king beds, please."
His hand grew tight around her own, " What do you wish to call me?"
" I don't know."
" Ron?" He suggested, laughing. She looked disgusted.
" Prince Charming."
Grinning, and hearing the hem,hem, of a painting in front of them, he said, " Alright, Princess Anne."
Hermione flushed.
Turning back to the painting, he said, " Business."
The painting swung open, and they both stepped inside.
You saw the way your mother looked, it was all inside a jar. Her eyes were full of nothing, the soul stretched to far to catch her heart, you could tell it by her frown. Walking down the gold street, she took you by the hand, and when she died you only smiled, she had always been too sweet.
A man stood in the door way, looking questioningly at her from a far. Reaching out a hand, he asked, " Did Bill bring you here?"
" Bill who?" She asks, knitting her brow, " Where's Mr Malfoy?"
" Oh, is that what he goes by these days?" The man gave her a condescending smirk, " Listen, I wouldn't pay more then fifty pounds for you, but if you do my friend good, I'll throw in twenty bucks."
Confused, she shook her head, " Im leaving ..?"
The keys were not on top the mantle. Nor were her books lining the walls. Everything looked different, nothing the same .. And it was cleaner, too ..
" Don't go! Did he already pay you or something? .. Oh well .." The man sat down at the kitchen counter, tapping his fingers in Dixie style.
One last question : " What year is this?"
" What are you? A cocaine addict? It's 1956."
" .. Thank you, sir." Lucky her. She wasn't wearing a nightgown, or even her famous flip-flops. Her hair looked ratty, and her black clothes were somewhat hot outside in the humid London air.
" Where's Mr Malfoy?" She asked again, this time mumbling. She had to make some calculations about people first; Her father and mother were in .. oh, Middle school. Mr Malfoy was probably in, ' Hem .. Snape is as old a Lilly and James ..' Her parents are definitely in middle school. 'Mr Malfoy .. - wasn't he nearing a century old? That's right. That means he would be out of school. He hasn't married Narcissa just yet .. No Draco, no Harry, no Ron. No me.' Well, she supposed that would be best.
Picking her feet up, one after the other, she made her way to Diagon Alley.
What if she could kill Voldemort? ' Hasn't he already started the Death Eaters Reading Club, though? The time turner is broken .. Where could the NOW Mr Malfoy be? '
' He's dead.' - Shuddering, she left that thought. 'No no no no no no no .. '
I hate you with a passion, when you sell your soul, I'll haunt you till the end, and when Im gone I'l leave a will, to rot you inside my own hell.
' He said - he went back in time. He said his old self killed his future. No .. No .. " Mr Malfoy?" Why is she saying his name? He's dead. This isn't logical. It's like her mother running around her room, screaming, crying, yelling, " I wish you had never got that stupid letter! Go to hell! All of you! CHARLES!" Stop saying his name .. '
She need to be pragmatical. She needs to be sane. She needs to find Mr Malfoy, and become his friend. If she can kill .. 'It's no good!' Shaking her head, she knows what she has to do. Taking a long breath, she turns down another road. Ah, the famous pub ..
Said to the Cashier, " Table for one, please."
The cashier said, raising an eyebrow, " Ah, Miss with very wild bushy hair, odd teeth, and beautiful eyes."
" Excuse me?" She only laughed.
" What's your last name?"
" Granger."
The cashier nodded, " You have a reservation with a Mr Malfoy, at table four. The one with the big fish hung over the rafter. Service will come soon. Move along, madame."
Confused, shaken, and a little afraid, as a waiter chauffeured her to the correct table. By god, sitting there, was Draco Malfoy! His long platinum hair was pulled back from his face, in the classical velvet bow of his father. It wasn't Draco at all ..
" Mr Malfoy?"
The waiter left, at the wave of dismissal the man gave him.
" Lucius, please."
" Lucius, .. alright." Taking a seat, she only glanced at the menu, before sitting it back down, and staring at him blankly.
" You look very unwell, if I may say this."
" You- look just like your son."
He nods, " I suppose I would."
" You .. killed .."
" I know."
" You-"
" I know."
" Why did you?"
He shrugged, " You know, I didn't believe any of what he told me. So he said for me to come here, and wait."
" You-"
" I know." He said more firmly.
" Why did you do that, Mr Malfoy?"
" Lucius," He corrected once again, then sighed, " He said later on I would have dreams. Terrible dreams. About you. Why I do not know every detail, but I am here, you are here, and the future can only repeat itself, it would seem."
" But - why couldn't he have just gone back? Why not just leave?"
" I'll hate my own son, he says. .. He says I'll love my wife very much, and be very sad when she dies. He says I'll be very sad when you go, and that the future must repeat itself. You know, I have a theory, Miss Granger."
" I don't understand. If you can leave NOW-"
" I don't leave now. I leave six months after and before you are die. Don't you pay attention to me?"
She gave a nervous laugh, " No, I suppose. I've always been so good at orginization, too .." He smiled at her.
" Now, don't interrupt me again. My theory, is that he wanted to look younger."
" But why would he do that?"
" Im not suppose to tell you that, Miss Granger."
Hermione blushed, " What happens now?"
" .. We eat, I pay the bill, and you come to live with me for a while."
" How long?"
" Can't say." He shrugged.
I wished Miss, to be young, so we could always live, and never die with wrinkles, pressing on our skin.
When they arrived at the small hotel, he frowned at her state of health. " Don't look at me that way, Granger. Please don't."
" I won't anymore. I suppose this is good night?"
His foot dug in the dirt, " A time for truths."
" More truths? I think Im going insane .."
He grimaced, " Draco did something very terrible. Draco was very sorry. He only did what he had to, and hated himself so much .. He was haunted by what he did, and was too late. I suppose he found me dead, when my body finally took on it's rightful time .."
" I don't understand. Your son killed my father- "
" He did worse." Taking her hand, he sighs, " May I tell you the truth?"
" .. Im not so sure .. What is the truth?"
" My son had a very large crush on you, when he was in school."
" Your son? That's ridiculous. We hated each others GUTS!" Laughing, she shook her hand free.
Lucius smiled, " Well, it's true. Mr Weasely and Potter would say mean things to you, and then he would tell them off, ' Mud blood! Impoverished twit! Saint Potter! Potter Stinks!' It was very childish, but this is what he could do. Of course, without being blown to bits by you. Think. It's true .. I had a girlfriend, before Narcissa, named Anne. She was a lot like you. So he still didn't like you very much. Despise and love, isn't that odd?"
" Yes. It's .. weird. Your son was a little insane, when it came to Voldemort."
" I know." He smiled.
" How can you know all this?"
" Because I told myself."
" Your stating facts." She glared, stepping backwards, taking her wand.
" Because I love you." Taking his hands, he stretched them out in the air, " Take my wand. It's in my pants pocket."
She did this.
" Im sorry, Hermione."
Her face was red and angry. How could he? Hoe dare he! She punched him in the face, " Old habits die hard, Draco."
" I know. I love you." He rubbed his red face, smiling a terribly bloody smile. " Still got that punch, Granger."
" WHY?!"
He didn't ask her to calm down. Both wands were pointed straight at his forehead, and then placed inside her front. " I am my father."
" What? That's not even possible! That's clearly against-"
" SCREW the rules. I did something very bad, and Im sorry. Im so sorry, Hermione."
" How can this be? If you and Narcissa had yourself, then what happened to your father?"
" He died. He killed himself, and so now I have no choice but to take his place. Don't you understand? It's a never ending circle. And now Im taking his place."
" Draco, it's not possible .."
" Your right. He did change time, the first time, there fore everything plays out, correct?"
" But- this means I-"
" Can kill voldemort? Don't even think about it. Someone would go to the future, and kill you before you could even think twice about it. Like I said, the past has to repeat itself. No one can ever know .."
" Then kill me! No one will know!"
" No one has to know." He says simply.
" What do you mean?"
" Because you were my father's girlfriend, and when I killed you when I was little, he said to me, ' You'll love that woman one day.' Guess what? I fell in love with YOU."
" Draco, Lucius,"
" Call me, please, something new. Im none of those."
A moments hesitation, " You, if time must repeat itself, then that makes me automatically your girlfriend, doesn't it?"
" I suppose." He shrugs, " Im sorry. I know this isn't a trip down easy street for you. Nor very pleasant."
.. " Im glad Mr Malfoy is alive."
" And me?" He frowns.
" Im not sure."
" Only logical." He takes her by the shoulder, and leads her into the motel.
" What do we do know?"
" I don't know. I don't know if he ever did .. that, or not with you. " Step. " Maybe we shouldn't, just in case." Step. " I know what he said, though." Step. " What?" Step. " .. What I would have said." Step. " Which is?" Step. " What do you want?" Step. " I don't know." Step. " Have you ever done that before?" Step. " I guess you have." Step. " I guess I have." He laughs, " Oh, this won't be the first technically, either." Step. " I haven't." Step. " Well, based on what you MEAN, no I haven't." Step. " Does any one know where you are?" Step. " Sure. Im dead, lying on your bed, in your flat, and you've been dead a long time." Step. " But alive at the same time? Won't that stick out, on the magic charts?" Step. " Not when they find your grave already marked in my family's grave yard." Step. " Did Narcissa know about me?" Step. " Miss Granger, I love you, me, right now. I don't love my mother in that way. I supposedly don't until your long since dead. It's only my duty."
Finally, they've reached the lobby.
" So what do you wish, Miss Granger?"
.. " Im tired."
" Alright then."
Taking her hand, he led her to the receptionists desk, and said, " Two king beds, please."
His hand grew tight around her own, " What do you wish to call me?"
" I don't know."
" Ron?" He suggested, laughing. She looked disgusted.
" Prince Charming."
Grinning, and hearing the hem,hem, of a painting in front of them, he said, " Alright, Princess Anne."
Hermione flushed.
Turning back to the painting, he said, " Business."
The painting swung open, and they both stepped inside.