Hermione is starting to remember her forgotten past without the help of the pensieve.
bold & italics are Hermiones memories
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The weak flickering candle light lit the way to the large stone mausoleum nestled in the Malfoy graveyard chasing away the approaching shadows. Hermione shivered under the intense rain stumbling over the uprooted debris and trying her best to hold her jarred emotions in.
The dark stone doors stood open greeting the witch with an unpleasant welcome, the ancient torches adorning the walls sprung to life illuminating the cold tombs hidden within.
Each white marble tomb held the name of a deceased Malfoy ancestor with their families coat of arms deeply engraved on the surface.
Hermione cautiously stepped deeper into the gloom, her eyes adjusting to the poor lighting, her gaze scanning the metal plates hoping to find the one Malfoy she came to see.
Her heart skipped a beat at Draco's name, reaching out to the closest tomb to steady herself the world spun before her. Dropping harshly to her knees she placed her hand onto the blonde boys final resting place.
"I'm so sorry I forgot about our friendship, about you. You deserved so much more than this." Tears streaming down her cheeks splashing on the gleaming stone.
"What ever happens you are the best thing that has ever happened to me Granger." Draco turned to look over his shoulder at Hermione who was trying her best not to cry at his defeated words.
Pulling at the dying grass blades Hermione shifted her gaze over the stunning lake watching the swans swim elegantly across the surface. "you know I will always be by your side Draco, you're like a brother to me." Turning her attention back to the silent boy, she stood up straightening her robes. "I won't let anything happen to you. I promise".
Draco embraced Hermione, she could feel his heart racing against her chest. Peering over his broad shoulders she could just make out Narcissa watching them. Beautiful and breathtakingly gorgeous Hermione couldn't peel her eyes away.
"I broke my promise to you" her voice cracked under the pressure. She curled up against the side of the tomb as her sobs echoed around the large chamber. "You didn't deserve your life being cut short because of me".
"The dead don't think Hermione nor do they care" he grinned at her apologetic stare of his dead ancestors "father would hate knowing I dragged you here, he can barely stand the place. He says that the dead don't need to be harassed by the living." Draco jumped up onto his great-grandfathers tomb.
Hermione gasped at the uncouth behaviour. "Get down from there it's incredibly disrespectful to clamber on the deceased resting place. You wouldn't like it if I did the same to yours".
"If I die before you do I want you my perfect little muggleborn to dance on my grave.. in nothing but your undies." His soft laughter drifted around the mausoleum. Hermione couldn't help but join in Draco's infectious laughter.
"Father wouldn't come in here even If I died".
She swallowed down her despair at the awful thought of Lucius not coming in to see his son "I.. I will make sure I remember everything Draco not for me but for you, for your mother and father".
Hermione stared unabashedly at the blonde witch across from her, the older woman was in dressed in a tight black dress that ended mid thigh, the material showcased her full soft breasts and enticing curves.
"... I think not" Lucius retorted at the head of the table.
The man beside him chuckled slightly "Now now Lucy locks I think it would be a great investment."
Hermione inwardly smirked at the ridiculous nickname before tuning them back out, turning her gaze back onto his wife who was quietly talking to two snobby women that greatly resembled Pansy Parkinson.
"Pssst." An elbow connected with Hermiones ribs, whipping her head to the right meeting the mischievous eyes of Draco. "What do you want?" Hissing at the sharp jolt.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Don't be such a girl Granger." Earning snickers from Blaise and Theo that sat to Draco's right.
"If you haven't noticed Malfoy I am a bloody woman" Hermione raised her voice, flushing red in embarrassment as the whole table turned to watch them.
"Quite right you are darling" Narcissa angelically spoke up, catching Hermiones gaze. Saluting her with her wine glass, delicate fingers skimming the rim. "Extremely." Her intense blue eyes trying to undress Hermione.
"Hear Hear Miss Granger" the chubby man wolf whistled like a commoner earning a sharp slap to the back of his balding head by his very amused wife.
Time seemed to of slowed down while Hermione was stuck in her memories that came flooding back unaware that a concerned Lucius was floo calling her friends and acquaintances.
The hot sun beamed down on the trio forcing them to slow down the horses to a crawl. "Draco why don't you ride ahead back to the manor otherwise your miss your appointment" Narcissa calmly said "Hermione and I shall carry on enjoying the ride together".
Chocolate brown meeting intense blue.
"Of course mother but only if Hermione is okay with me leaving her with you." Draco turned his horse towards his flushed friend.
Hermione swallowed down her desire, wiping her sweating palms on her riding gear. "It's fine Draco I'm sure your mother is brilliant company." Wincing at her pathetic words.
The blonde boy nodded, Hermione turned away leaving mother and son to whisper in private. The lush green fields stretched for miles in all directions, she was amazed at how rich the Malfoys really were. They owned miles of undisturbed fields that Narcissa enjoyed horse back riding along the forgotten and neglected trails, after much persuasion on both mother and sons part Hermione finally relented and joined in on Narcissa's favourite past time.
A soft hand came to rest on Hermiones lower back causing her to jump. " Come darling you haven't seen the best part yet" she huskily whispered, a mischievous smile dancing on Narcissa's red devilish lips.
Narcissa led the way into the thick forest, her long blonde hair trailing down her back, the sun reflecting off the white strands causing her to look like a fallen angel. Hermione watched the way the older woman jump slightly as her horse picked up speed, the way her curves sat nicely on her hour glass figure, her soft breasts bouncing with every step.
"Come darling nearly there." Hermione wanted to say she already had but thought better of it in case the regal witch got spooked and left the brunette alone, far away from the manor and prying eyes of her husband and son.
Hermione shook uncontrollably as the cold penetrated her bones, her eyes slid shut and her breathing became laboured.
"Remember me as I am now not as I was then" Draco smiled gently.