(A:N). Helloo everyone! So I was going to upload this chapter last night (Saturday) but I got distracted. By Sims. In my defense, I did make a Harry Potter Sim game! ;D it was so cool!
Anyway, moving on, I would like to give a big thank you to all who reviewed. It was only last chapter that I was upset that I only got 7 reviews. Guess how many I got for chapter four? 26. That's right, 26. I was so happy! That's nearly twenty more than last chapter! Let's see if we can keep the reviews coming this chapter, shall we?
As all ways, review replies are down at the bottom, as well as a little Disclaimer.
Sorry about the long Authors note, too. I got carried away!
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Chapter Five.
Saturday 5th September 1998. (Words: 3535)
When Hermione woke the next morning, she realized that not only was she again cuddled up to Draco, but today, he was awake before her, waiting patiently for her to wake up.
"Finally," he said, rolling his eyes. "My arms going to fall off if you don't move," he added, indicating to his arm, which she was laid on.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry," she gasped, sitting bolt up right. She couldn't believe it! Cuddle up to Draco Malfoy!
"Calm down, Granger, it's not the end of the world," he rolled his eyes at her, shaking his arm to get some circulation in it.
"Shut up," she said, shoving his head down onto the bed, smirking smugly when he glared at her. "What time is it, anyway?"
"Half ten," Draco yawned, stretching.
"Half ten!" Hermione shrieked, jumping out of bed. "I've got so much homework to do! Why didn't you wake me up?" she snapped at him as she wrapped her dressing gown around her body.
"Well, you'll just have to put of your home work, because we have plans today," Draco said, getting out of bed too.
"We do?" Hermione said, confused. She couldn't remember making plans.
"Yes. We're meeting mother in Hogsmeade at 11:30. Didn't I tell you?" Draco said, scratching the back of his head as he walked towards their wardrobe, pulling out clothes.
"No you didn't!" Hermione said shrilly. "How can you not tell me something like that?" She could not believe him! Not telling her something as important as this!
"I just forgot," Draco snapped. "She wrote to me yesterday asking to meet her in Hogsmeade and to bring you with me. It's all arranged, McGonagall's given us permission," he said, pulling out some clothes for Hermione.
"Er, I can dress myself, thanks," she snarled, glaring at him.
"Yes, I know, but we want you to look presentable for my mother," Draco said, putting a pair of black dress pants, a long sleeved, silk purple blouse and much to Hermione's embarrassment, he went through her underwear drawer too.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" she growled, grabbing her clothes.
"Nothing, nothing! Merlin! I'm going in the shower. Get ready," he said, rolling his eyes at her before grabbing his clothes, a towel and walking out of the room.
"Idiotic moron!" she hissed at the closed door.
When Draco returned 15 minutes later, fully dressed, Hermione was just putting the finishing touches to her make up.
Her hair was in lose ringlets and her make up was light, just a bit of foundation, light brown eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara.
"Ready?" Draco said stiffly, grabbing his coat and Hermione's from the wardrobe.
"Yes," she snapped, snatching her long black coat from Draco's hand and throwing it on.
"Merlin, Granger, smile, you actually look attractive when you smile," he said, glaring at her.
Hermione blushed, taken aback. She couldn't believe her ears.
"Did the Draco Malfoy just pay me, a Muggle-born a compliment?" she said, smirking lightly as they out of their dorm, down the corridor, to the staircases.
Draco rolled his eyes. He did that a lot, Hermione noted.
"Don't act so surprised. We are getting married, after all."
"Oh yeah, darn. Don't remind me," she said sarcastically as they walked down the stairs.
She didn't know what it was, there was just something about Malfoy that infuriated her so easily.
"Ha-ha, very funny," he said as they reached the Entrance Floor.
"Ladies first," he said as they made their way out of the main doors.
"Oh, Draco, you're such a gentleman," Hermione said, rolling her eyes as she walked out.
"Well, I could have just shoved you out of the way and gone first myself," Draco smirked.
"Charming," Hermione said as they made they're way towards the school gates.
As they approached the Three Broomsticks with only minutes to spare, Hermione thought of something.
"Draco, what should I call your mother?" she whispered in a panic. Oh god, why hadn't she thought of that before?
"Just call her Mrs. Malfoy," he told her. "And don't take any offence if she says anything bad about you… it's just the way she is … she means well really," he added, holding the door to the Three Broomsticks open for her.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy," said Madam Rosmerta as they entered. "Lady Malfoy is in one of our private rooms waiting for you and Miss. Granger. Follow me, please," she said, walking over to a door beside the bar, opening it, and leading them down a long corridor which was lit by candles floating next to the walls.
She led them all the way down the end of the corridor, and knocked on the very last door before turning the handle and opening the door.
Inside the room, it was brightly lit, due to the many windows. The walls were painted a rich red with hanging tapestries hung in between the windows. There was moving portrait's of people wearing kilts and Victorian dresses on one wall.
On another wall stood a humongous fire place, which was lit, and in the centre of the room sat a huge, round table that was littered with dishes of food. All around the table sat big, throne like chairs.
Sat on one of those chairs sat a beautiful woman. Hermione had only seen her twice, maybe three times at the most, but it didn't stop Hermione thinking she was utterly beautiful.
She had long, blonde hair, bright blue eyes and very prominent features. She was extremely thin, and wore an expensive looking black dress. If you didn't know how old she was, you wouldn't think she was any older than the age of 25.
Hermione knew where Draco got his good looks from, and it certainly wasn't his father (though he may be a tad on the handsome side himself).
When they entered, Mrs. Malfoy looked up and a small, but bright smile flitted across her mouth when she saw her son. It became a little serene, however, when she saw Hermione. So it starts.
Yes, the war may be older, but when you'd been brought up, forced to hate Muggles and Muggle-borns alike, it wasn't easy to forget your beliefs.
"Draco dear, it's so good to see you," she said, standing up, giving Draco a tight hug when he approached her.
"It's lovely to see you too, Mother," Draco said, pulling back. "This is Hermione," he said, indicating towards where she stood in the door way, glancing around the room awkwardly.
The last time she'd seen this woman had been during the final battle, after all. And they weren't exactly good memories, either.
"I have met Miss Granger, Draco," she said, looking at Hermione with a stiff expression on her face.
"It's nice to see you again, Mrs. Malfoy," Hermione said awkwardly, holding her hand up for the woman to shake.
"I'm sure," she said, looking down at Hermione's hand, hesitating before taking it in a loose embrace, shaking a few times before dropping it like it was scolding hot.
Hermione frowned and forced a tight smile on her face.
Draco pulled out a chair for her, indicating for her to sit down before sitting in the seat next to her with Narcissa on his other side.
"How have you been, Dragon?" Narcissa said, turning towards Draco with a small smile on her face.
"I've been just fine, mother, how about yourself? Are you enjoying your newly acquired freedom?" Draco said, pouring Hermione a glass of red wine before pouring himself some.
"Yes, dear. I heard that you and Miss Granger are living in a apartment on the school grounds together now?" Narcissa said, looking from Hermione to Draco.
"Yes, that's correct, mother. The ministry asked Professor McGonagall to build it for us. There's even a little nursery on the bottom floor for when the children start to arrive," Draco said, taking a sip of wine.
"That's wonderful. I'm sure you and young Miss. Granger here will produce me lots of beautiful children," Narcissa said with a glint in her eye.
"Mother, why do you have that look in your eye?" Draco said, looking at his mother darkly. "Have you had a vision?"
"Maybe," Narcissa said, smirking a very Draco-like smirk. Now Hermione knew where he got it from.
Visions? Hermione was definitely confused. And apparently, her confusion showed on her face as Draco proceeded to explain.
"Mother is a seer. It runs in the family though it always skips a generation, meaning our children may have the ability's to foresee the future," he said, and Hermione nodded in understanding. How interesting! She'd have to visit the library as soon as they returned to the castle.
"How wonderful that would be," Hermione said, beaming.
"Indeed," Narcissa said, nodding. "Tell me, Miss. Granger, is my Draco being nice to you? Is he looking after you in that home of yours? I know the two of you have never really … gotten along," she said.
"Mother," Draco warned.
"He's been just fine, Mrs. Malfoy. It was hard at first to drop our past behaviors towards one another, but I think we're getting there … slowly," Hermione said nervously.
It was strange being in the presence of this lady and not having her try and kill you.
She remembered Draco saying that none of his parent's gave him any love and support. It definitely didn't seem that way now, which was odd.
"Wonderful. And I, on both my behalf, my husbands and my deranged sister's, would like to apologize for every thing that happened during the war. Draco and I didn't want any part in it," she said, shocking Hermione.
She didn't say anything for a minute, and Narcissa got the wrong impression.
"Well, I certainly didn't expect you do jump for joy, but this is just outrageous! A Muggle-born not forgiving a pureblood -" she said started before Draco glared at her, hissing a "Mother, be quiet!"
"It's not that, Mrs. Malfoy," Hermione said, eyes wide. "I was just a little shocked, is all. I accept your apology."
"Well, good," Mrs. Malfoy said, nodding, taking a sip of her wine.
Hermione coughed awkwardly, unsure what to say. She didn't know how to act around the woman without her snapping her head off!
After a few baited breaths, Draco decided to speak.
"Now," said Draco. "Why don't we eat? Mother?"
"Good idea, darling," Narcissa said, and they spent the rest of their afternoon eating and awkwardly talking about the wedding.
Back at Hogwarts, Pansy and Harry were having a full blown argument.
"Potter, I swear to god, if you call me Pans one more time I might actually murder you," she shrieked for the hundredth time, pointing her wand threateningly at 'The boy who lived … twice'.
"Pans, Pans, Paaaans," Harry said in a sing song voice, not caring one bit that he could be seconds away from being cursed. He loved winding her up, it amused him greatly.
"Shut up you stupid tosser! It's a stupid nick name and I will not have you calling me it!" she fumed, stomping her foot down on the cream carpet in the living-room.
"I cannot believe you just stomped your foot in a pissy. I only thought they did that in those tacky movies," Harry smirked before dodging a stinging hex.
"A what?" Pansy said, stopping short, lowering her wand. She had no idea what a 'movie' was.
"You know, a movie? Kind of like a moving picture, only with sound. Just imagine, you're watching a play, but you take a picture of it, and when you watch it back, it's like your watching it all over again, only it's in a picture frame," Harry tried to explain. He wasn't doing a successful job of it.
"You know, that makes no sense whatsoever," Pansy glared, crossing her arms. He was making stuff up now. Just to confuse her. She didn't like being confused.
"Sure it does," he said, before getting a thoughtful look on his face. "I have an idea, come with me," he said, grabbing her hand.
"Where are you taking me, Potter?" Pansy snapped, trying to snatch her hand out of his. She got became even more frustrated when she failed. He was just so infuriating!
"Just wait and see," he smirked before pulling her out of their flat.
Five minutes later, they were standing outside a blank wall in another part of the seventh floor.
"You dragged me all the way up here, just to stare at a wall?" she growled. "That's it, I'm going back to the flat."
Turning around, she began to walk away before Harry reached forward and wrapped both of his arms around her waist, pulling her back towards him, causing her to shriek and start smacking his arms, attempting to get him to release her.
"Oh no you don't," he chuckled, spinning her around. He began walking them both back and forward past the wall, and didn't stop until they had passed the same spot three times.
"Potter, what on earth are you -" Pansy started, looking at him as though he was crazy, before stopping, mid-sentence. "Where did that come from?" she said, shocked. She hadn't been expecting that to be there. It just appeared out of nowhere!
It had just been a blank wall, and now there was a door! What the hell?
"You're telling me you don't know about the Room of Requirement?" Harry said in disbelief. "Even though Malfoy spent loads of his time in sixth year in there, fixing that cabinet? And didn't you sneak up on us in Fifth year while we were doing Dumbledore's army?"
He was sure it had been her.
"Well, he didn't really tell us much about his … mission," she said, saying the word as though it was dirty. "And you honestly think I can remember something that happened over three years ago? I can't even remember what I did last week!"
"Well, forget about that now, I have something to show you … come on," he said, taking her hand, (which she tried to snatch away from him again, causing him to only hold on tighter) opened the door and led her into a dimly lit room.
The room was basically plain. It had dark purple walls, with a small, but cosy looking settee, a old fashioned projector and a projector screen. The room was lit by a few candle lanterns here and there.
"What's this?" Pansy asked, confused.
"You'll see," he said, grinning. "Now, sit down," Harry told her, pushing her down on to the sofa before walking around it towards the projector.
"Pick one, Alice in Wonderland, Avatar, Titanic or The Notebook?" he said, looking down at the table that the projector was sitting on.
"What are you talking about, Potter?" she said, huffing. He was talking gibberish now. Who on earth was Alice, and where in Merlin's name was Wonderland?
She didn't like being out of the loop.
"Just pick one," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"Fine, the first one you said, the Alice one," she snapped, turning to glare at him. He was just so … annoying!
He did something to the projector which Pansy didn't know what it was, before sitting down beside her.
A few seconds later, the light to the projector turned on and an image appeared on the screen, scaring the shit out of Pansy.
"Merlin, what's that?" she said nervously, her voice incredibly high pitched. The poor girl looked petrified as people appeared on the screen and music started playing.
"That my dear, is a movie. Now be quiet, it's starting," he laughed, putting an arm on the back of the sofa.
Over an hour and a half later, when the movie was finished, Pansy looked ecstatic.
"That is so cool!" she beamed at Harry. "I'd love to go to Wonder land! Where is it, Potter?" she demanded.
Harry chuckled.
"It's not a real place, Pansy," he told her.
She frowned, confused.
"Of course it is! She was there, wasn't she? I saw it with my own eyes, Potter! Don't lie to me!" she glared.
"I'm not lying, Pansy! It's just a story. It's all made up," Harry told her. "By a Muggle called Lewis Carroll."
Pansy's mouth made a 'O' shape.
"But how did you get it to work? Muggle technology doesn't work in Hogwarts?"
"Ah, but it's not Muggle Technology. It's just a simple, Wizarding projector they use in classes, only I asked the room to allow it to play Muggle movies too," Harry shrugged.
"Wait, you asked the room?" she said, a skeptical look in her eye. How can you just ask a room to do something for you?
"Yeah, whatever you ask for it to do, it will do it for you. Unless you ask for food and for a living being, then it won't work. But it will for inanimate objects," Harry explained.
"That's - that's amazing!" Pansy said before closing her eyes, screwing her face up.
A second later, a pair of high-heeled, black leather ankle-boots appeared in her lap.
"Boots?" Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"Hey, I was never aloud them!" Pansy said in defense.
"You were never aloud them?" Harry asked, confused.
Pansy blushed and muttered something, looking down.
"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" Harry said, eyes wide. He couldn't be sure, but he thought she just said that they were -
"Muggle, Potter! They are Muggle boots!" Pansy said, her face bright red. "I saw them once in France on a Muggle girl. I looked for months in Wizarding shops but I couldn't find any that looked like them, so I asked my parents if I could buy some Muggle ones," Pansy told him, looking at her lap. "They locked me in my room for a week because of it."
Harry frowned. He felt so sorry for the girl. She had been in the same position as him as he was a child. Getting locked away for doing something 'wrong'.
'I know what it's like, Pansy," he told her.
"How could you know what it's like, Potter? You were raised with people bowing at you're feet, giving you everything you wanted," Pansy said a little enviously.
"No I didn't," Harry laughed darkly. "From the moment I was taken to my Aunt and Uncle's house until just before my Hogwarts letter came, I slept in the cupboard under the stairs. I did all they're house work, cooked their food, did their shopping and gardening, you name it."
Pansy frowned. She had always thought that Potter had gotten everything that he had wanted, but she had been wrong. So wrong.
"You were treated like … like a house elf!" she said, eyes wide. "You were the savior of the world!"
"They don't care," Harry said darkly. "They hate magic. Their afraid of it."
"So they should be," Pansy snorted. Stupid Muggles.
After a few minutes of silence, she spoke again.
"Listen, thank you for doing this Potter. It was really nice of you," she said, looking uncomfortable. She wasn't usually so nice and grateful. But he'd really impressed her with this.
"Its fine," Harry shrugged. "Just sorts of thing Muggles do on dates. So I guess this is our first ever date," he grinned.
"Don't count on it," she glared a little playfully.
"Hey, we skipped a whole step with this marriage thing. You're meant to date first, and then move in together, and then have a huge bust up, have the make up sex and then get married. We just went straight to the engagement," Harry joked. He didn't know how else to react to
"You know, this is so … abnormal. If you'd had said to me a year a go that I would be marrying Harry Potter, I would have taken you to St. Mungo's myself and checked you in to the Psych ward," she chuckled.
"I know, it is a bit weird … but hey, what can ya do?" he shrugged. "And to be fair, you're not half bad," he laughed, causing her to grin.
"I would say the same, but …. Yeah, I wouldn't want to lie," she smirked and he put a fake offended look on his face.
"That hurts, Pansy darling, that really hurts," he fake sobbed, causing her to laugh loudly.
"You know, you should laugh more often, you have a beautiful smile," Harry said sincerely, causing her to sober up instantly.
"No one's ever said that to me before," she said quietly. "Thank you, Potter," she said, before shocking the hell out of him and kissing him on the cheek.
"It's the truth," he said when she pulled back. "And please, for the last time, will you call me Harry?"
"Fine, whatever, Harry," she said, rolling her eyes. "And you tell anyone I was nice-ish to you… and I will personally kill you."
Harry didn't say anything, but startled Pansy when he leant forward quickly and crushed his lips to her, causing her to blush bright red.
Pansy had the feeling that this marriage wasn't going to be so bad after all.
End Author's note: So I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I really liked writing this chapter, especially the Pansy and Harry bit. I thought it was incredibly sweet(:
Disclaimer: I do not own Alice in Wonderland, Avatar, Titanic or The Notebook. That right goes to Lewis Carroll, James Cameron, James Cameron (Again!) and Nicholas Sparks.
The reason I used those movies? Because when I was writing this chapter, I was sat next to my DVD rack, and those are the first ones I saw J.
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And I think Luna being with Ron will calm him down a bit. He tends to be a bit hot headedJ.
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