Chapter 12
"Malfoy? I'm a fucking Malfoy?" Thank Merlin Ron took the children out of the room so they wouldn't have to hear such language, besides he knew about their marriage. It didn't happen too long ago.
"Yes Hermione," It's not like her could call her Granger. "It seems that somehow you are a Malfoy, I can't believe you married me without my consent. I'm appalled by your actions, if you wanted me you could have just told me."
"What- urg- you inconsiderate bastard, I did not marry you." She pointed at his chest, and she poked and poked him, poked him hard. "You- you- you, I was going to say no! You just had to ruin my moment didn't you, of all the things."
Harry Potter realized something, shouldn't Mike be angry and stomping all over the place? Should he not be appalled by the fact that his wife was already married, or that she wasn't going to marry him? Shouldn't Mike be saying 'You fucker,' and punch Draco in the face? Harry turned back to look at the man, who was no where in site. There was however a darker manlike creature standing in as much of the shadows as one could while outside in the middle of the afternoon with the sun shining as bright as it could. The moment Harry knew it would be outside he didn't want to go knowing that it would be nippy out, but thankfully for magic the weather in the area was charmed to make it like a summer day.
Noticing that Harry had taken out his wand - forever a paranoid Auror he would be - Pansy squeaked catching the attention of the people sitting closest to them. She followed Harry's gaze to see what he was looking at, and again she squeaked causing those who had previously gotten her attention to do as she did. This caused a bunch of gasps and panic sounds.
"You know, I believed the thing in The Quibbler when I actually read it-"
"Hermione?"
"I didn't want to, but it was there fresh as day-"
"Hermione?"
"Most of it did seem like rubbish though, but-"
"Hermione?"
"You could tell that it was actually Mike by the scar on his eyebrow-"
"Hermione!"
"What do you want Harry James Potter," Hermione yelled back at the man who was trying to get her attention for the past few minutes.
"Uhm, well sorry to interrupt and all, but, just look," Harry faced the creature again with his wand drawn.
"The Great Balls of Merlin, what the fuck is that?"
"That Mr. Malfoy would be a doppelganger," Hermione said in a very serious tone.
"You can't be serious?" He muttered, Luna's Paper had guessed right.
"Do you not know how many times I had to go back to fix this you filthy mud blood?" The creatures body glistened as light reflected off its skin. "You figured out what I was thirty-one times, you've made this all incredibly difficult."
"What do you mean 'I figured this out'?" Her brain went into overdrive to try and understand the meaning of its words, and of all the days to leave her wand… she should have known better that her wedding day would go as she planned for it. When leaving a man at the alter, one should always bring a wand… not that she had that choice anymore.
The creature scuffed at her, "Why don't I show you, you filth, I bet that pretty little head of yours is dying to know."
Draco was about to threaten words of abuse to the monster if it would continue to degrade his - Draco choked at the word that was running through his mind, oh he loved the word, but Hermione would smack him hard - wife anymore. Before the words could slip out of his thin lips, however, the scenery around them changed, the people changed. Where the walls of the bushes had been there was now a crowded street where automobiles from the early nineteen hundreds whizzed by, honking to prevent people from stepping in their way. Where the creature once stood, now stood a young lady, with golden locks pinned up underneath a hat that in all senses should have never been fashionable. With each second and step closer she took, her looks matured and aged beyond anything magic could actually do. She stopped, only five feet away from Hermione and Draco.
"This, Hermione, is what I can do," her voice was like that of an angle, drawing them in as if she where about to grow fangs and drink their essence of life.
"Where are we?" Hermione asked in a timid voice, almost afraid to speak. However she noticed that the streets were no longer filled as they had been moments ago. It was late… people were heading home to their families… this was a time of need.
"I can tell by that expression that you know where we are."
Hermione's eye caught the attention hanging proudly in a shop window. A flag, actually many flags, flags of their country, and flags of their allies. Slightly turning her head to look left, she noticed the street signs. Her eyes grew in awe. "London, England, nineteen seventeen. H-how is this possible?"
Draco was shocked at her discovery, he too looked around, and came to same conclusion, but how was it possible to be in the past? During the first world war no less.
"Come now Hermione, you of all people should be aware of what we're capable of, true I've had to live through the era to come back to it, and there's no going back to kill someone, which is truly the only downside. We're not all bad, Maria was almost beaten to death by her husband, in a way I saved her, and killed the bastard."
"Oh no you aren't, you aren't good at all." At least now Hermione knew she couldn't be killed here.
"What is your problem with Quidditch?" Draco asked in a stern voice. The doppelgangers voice laughed out.
"That was simple - jealousy. We weren't allowed to play. However I was the only one to take offense to that. But the other soon changed their minds as the Ministry limited everything," the last word was sounded out in a painfully slow motion. The motions around them changed again and his words faded out. "Someday Malfoy, we will meet again, we will finish this."
"Hermione!" About a dozen voices choked out at the sudden reappearance of the bride. Malfoy felt snubbed by the lack of people shouting his name, but that would be for another day.
"Well Draco," her words were coming out slowly, but he didn't mind, it felt go to be back, and when that doppelganger came back at least he'd know what he was dealing with. She ignored the voices asking questions and finished one of her own. "We have a child, and somehow we're married…"
"Where do we go from here Mrs. Malfoy?" Draco finished her sentence with a grin on his face.