A/N: Hey guys, sorry for not updating in such a long time. I've been busy. This chapter isn't exactally a comedy, but it's not a drama either. I hope you enjoy! PLEASE VOTE ON MY NEW POLL!
(Draco's P.O.V)
I hate Potions. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
Not really. It's just this particular day that I'm not too fond of it. I'm partners with Weasley. He keeps suggesting we add more unicorn hair, so I keep suggesting we shove his head in the potion. We'd get the same results.
"Pass me the fairy wing." I muttered, holding a hand out.
"Get it yourself." Weasley muttered, picking at his fingernails. He really should cut those. They're quite nasty.
"You're supposed to be helping, Weasley." I muttered.
He growled, but passed me a fairy wing. I find it quite rude that we just pluck fairy wings from fairy's backs. What about the fairies. How do they feel?
Good god, I sound like Granger!
Speaking of Granger...
"Ronald, sit up. It isn't good to slouch."
"Yes, 'Mione." Weasley said, sitting up straight, smiling at his friend.
Barf.
"SNAPE! GRANGER ISN'T DOING HER WORK!" I exclaimed.
"10 points from Gryffindor." Snape muttered, not even looking up.
I smirked. I feel a bit better.
"You foul toad." Granger hissed in my ear.
My smirk widened.
"You say it like it's a bad thing."
"It is a bad thing!"
Suddenly, a loud crash sounded from somewhere in the distance.
(Normal P.O.V)
"AHHHHHH! IT'S VOLDEMORT!" Snape cried, dunking behind his desk.
"Pansy." Draco muttered.
Pansy popped up. "YES, DRACO? HAVE YOU FINALLY REALIZED WE BELONG TOGETHER?"
"Um, no. I was calling Snape a pansy." Draco said.
Pansy frowned, and jumped out the window.
"Uh... bye." Draco said.
Hermione glared at him, and looked out the window. "She landed in the lake... she's okay." She said.
"DAMMIT!" Blaise exclaimed.
"Calm down." Ron said.
"NO! I WON'T CALM DOWN! I THOUGHT SHE WAS FINALLY GONE AND SHE'S STILL ALIVE? THIS FREAKIN' SUCKS! IT'S A FREAKIN' PAIN IN THE-"
"Draco Malfoy?" A voice said, interrupting Blaise's temper-tantrum.
"Uh... yah?" Draco said, looking around.
"To your left." the voice said. Draco looked to his left. "No, your other left."
Draco looked correctly. There, sitting on his desk, was a tiny, beautiful fairy.
"What the hell?" Draco asked.
"I have come to grant you three wishes!" The fairy exclaimed.
"Why?" Draco asked.
"You were conscerned for us fairy folk earlier today. This is your reward!" She exclaimed. "My name is Annabell."
Draco rose an eyebrow. "Uh... okay." He said.
Annabell smiled, floating up in the air, and settling on Draco's shoulder. "What's your first wish?" She asked, smiling.
"Um... that fairies will stop having to get their wings plucked from their backs." He said.
A collective gasp was heard around the classroom. Draco Malfoy? Wishing to help... others?
Annabell nodded, and in a blink, it was done.
Hermione stood up. "WISH FOR THE ELVES!"
Draco rolled his eyes. Annabell giggled.
"My second wish is for... me to be even more handsome!" Draco exclaimed.
Annabell nodded, but then shook her head. "Sorry. That's impossible. You're actually too handsome right now. It's not possible for you to become more handsome."
Draco smirked. Then it dropped, he whispered, "Okay... I wish for my mother to not be sent to Azkaban."
Annabell nodded, a smile on her face, and her eyes shining. "Next wish?"
"Can I see my future?"
"Wouldn't you rather be suprised?"
"Not really."
Annabell smiled, and Draco felt himself being pulled from the ground and into his own mind.
Draco stood inside a white church. He could see himself, smiling, at the front of the church, looking down at the church doors. Draco went to stand next to his future self, Annabell sitting on his head, watching in amusement. A beautiful girl entered the church, and Future Draco's eyes lit up, taking in her every inch, his lips curling even more upward.
Draco's jaw dropped. "GRANGER?"
Hermione's father, took off her veil and kissed her cheeck, before placing her hand in Future Draco's, in the position of the Unbreakable Vow. Draco screamed, rushing forward, determined to break the two's hands apart.
"Do you, Hermione Jean Granger, take Draco Lucius Malfoy, as your husband, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?" Draco karate chopped the two's hands.
Hermione smiled, saying, "I do."
A string of fire wrapped itself around Future Hermione and Future Draco's hands.
Draco was furious. He stepped in front of Hermione. "WHAT THE HELL, GRANGER! WHY? WHY? WHY? WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU? ARE YOU FREAKIN' STUPID! I'M A FREAKIN' FERRET! REMEMBER THAT? WHO'S BLOODY IDEA WAS THIS?" He yelled, but to no avail, his voice didn't reach her ears.
"Do you, Draco Lucius Malfoy, take Hermione Jean Granger, as your wife, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"
"Hell yes!" Future Draco said. Laughs echoed off the church's walls.
"HELL NO!" Draco cried, whacking the couple's wrists again.
Another string of fire encircled their wrists. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Draco exclaimed, covering his head in shame.
"You are forever bond to one another... you may kiss the bride." the pastor said. Future Hermione and Future Draco kissed, much to Draco's dismay. He tried to pry their lips away from the other's, but his hands passed right through them.
Draco felt a strange sensation as he was yanked from the wedding scene and into a hospital. Hermione was sitting in her bed, a baby in hand, while Draco was crying with joy to the side.
Another scene unfolded before him and Draco saw himself waving goodbye to a little blond-haired boy, Hermione by his side, from Platform 9 3/4.
Yet, another scene and Draco saw himself running around the kitchen, squirting Hermione with ketchup, while she sprayed him with mustard.
Scene after scene, Draco yelled, "NOOOOOOOO! THIS IS FREAKIN' HELL!"
Draco was back, standing before his fellow classmates. They stared at him with wide eyes.
Annabell was laughing. "I was just kidding! I can't show you your future. You haven't made it yet! Now, what's your final wish?" She asked, smiling.
Draco looked at Hermione. "Exactally that." He whispered.