Re-educating Malfoy
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
15,994
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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I'm not JKR so I do not own any part of the Harry Potter Universe nor am I making any money from this people! This is fiction don't take it seriously. And I don't own any song used in this story all of the characters songs belong to their orginal owners.
Shimmer Doctor Who Parkinson and Then he knew
I know it's been a loooong time but I've been dealing with quite alot so when I got a new review I felt the fire light again. So thanks Yuui-chan for poking the dying embers in this busy author's brain. Six months is too long indeed.
Enjoy! I think you will love this! It's very short but I'm just getting back into the swing of things.
"Silly little chit. She forgot to breathe." Draco said like she fainted everyday taking her up in his arms. "Come on Mi talk to me here." She blinked once then twice before looking at him.
"What are you doing in my childhood memories before Hogwarts?"
"How the fuck should I know!?"
He silently wondered what happened to his twin little sister while looking at the Granger family. They seemed real happy together with their little girl in their arms. ”That’s it the little girl! She looked so different from the parents. He wouldn’t voice what was running through his head not yet.
“Granger can you rewind this memory projecto-thingy magigger I think I missed something?”
Slowly she rewound them back for him to the beginning of the little cottage memory. He stared at the memory in slow motion forward and back until his eyes hurt with a steely serious face and then his face began to flood with warmth. It was as if the lights of heaven had parted open to shine down of him personally. Draco Henry Malfoy had an epiphany.
“SHIMMER!”
“Dear Lord Draco Malfoy has gone crazy please give him back his senses.”
“But it’s a SHIMMER!”
“I’m so sorry but what’s a shimmer?”
“Doctor Who The End of Time.”
“The Doctor turns off the Vinvocci woman’s shimmer.”
“No idea what you’re talking about.”
“You’re a muggleborn aren’t you?”
“So?”
“Haven’t you ever watched Doctor Who before?”
“Is it sci-fi-ish?”
“Yes with bits of time travel and loads of other stuff like aliens and what not.”
“Then no I prefer the practical shows. Time travel just doesn’t exist!”
“What do you mean it doesn’t there’s time turners and time travel spells?”
“In the muggle word it doesn’t anyway what’s a shimmer?”
“We call it a glamour charm.”
Then it hit like her like a ton of bricks as Draco began to explain his theory of her parents and her along with his ideas of what happened with his sister. She wasn’t who she thought she was she wasn’t Hermione Granger.
She was so busy thinking in her own little world she didn’t know what this could have meant for her that she missed what he was asking her. He needed the beginning of that memory now just where to get it from. Once again for the second time that morning heaven shined down on Draco Henry Malfoy.
“Mione I need this memory from you it’s important to us both.” She tried to come up with various pieces of logic that could deter him from doing so part of her didn’t want to know she wasn’t Hermione J. Granger but the mind won out. Her overwhelming need to consume knowledge would and could possibly destroy her. She gave in.
They left the house at half past five accompanied by little three girls the oldest of which had bushy honey brown hair with rich whiskey browns that could see into your soul. The middle sister who was only about three months younger than the oldest had black brown hair with dark eyes and a hard face for a young child the youngest had night black hair and sapphire blue eyes. She almost seemed to fit in with them the family that is the mother had dark wavy black hair and rich whiskey brown eyes and the father was tall with rich brown hair and startling blue eyes. He knew them the family he knew them all the mother and father and all three daughters though he only knew the youngest one in passing. Looking at her he could now see the family resemblance she was every bit the physical copy of her younger sister except for the fact that her face was much softer more on the kind side.
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT I’M A PARKINSON!” with a loud bam and thud she hit the floor.
"Honestly Granger you must learn to breathe properly."
And then he knew it all to be true his younger sister was raised as their daughter.
And as always reviews are better than playing naked twister with a chocolate covered Tom ;)
Enjoy! I think you will love this! It's very short but I'm just getting back into the swing of things.
"Silly little chit. She forgot to breathe." Draco said like she fainted everyday taking her up in his arms. "Come on Mi talk to me here." She blinked once then twice before looking at him.
"What are you doing in my childhood memories before Hogwarts?"
"How the fuck should I know!?"
He silently wondered what happened to his twin little sister while looking at the Granger family. They seemed real happy together with their little girl in their arms. ”That’s it the little girl! She looked so different from the parents. He wouldn’t voice what was running through his head not yet.
“Granger can you rewind this memory projecto-thingy magigger I think I missed something?”
Slowly she rewound them back for him to the beginning of the little cottage memory. He stared at the memory in slow motion forward and back until his eyes hurt with a steely serious face and then his face began to flood with warmth. It was as if the lights of heaven had parted open to shine down of him personally. Draco Henry Malfoy had an epiphany.
“SHIMMER!”
“Dear Lord Draco Malfoy has gone crazy please give him back his senses.”
“But it’s a SHIMMER!”
“I’m so sorry but what’s a shimmer?”
“Doctor Who The End of Time.”
“The Doctor turns off the Vinvocci woman’s shimmer.”
“No idea what you’re talking about.”
“You’re a muggleborn aren’t you?”
“So?”
“Haven’t you ever watched Doctor Who before?”
“Is it sci-fi-ish?”
“Yes with bits of time travel and loads of other stuff like aliens and what not.”
“Then no I prefer the practical shows. Time travel just doesn’t exist!”
“What do you mean it doesn’t there’s time turners and time travel spells?”
“In the muggle word it doesn’t anyway what’s a shimmer?”
“We call it a glamour charm.”
Then it hit like her like a ton of bricks as Draco began to explain his theory of her parents and her along with his ideas of what happened with his sister. She wasn’t who she thought she was she wasn’t Hermione Granger.
She was so busy thinking in her own little world she didn’t know what this could have meant for her that she missed what he was asking her. He needed the beginning of that memory now just where to get it from. Once again for the second time that morning heaven shined down on Draco Henry Malfoy.
“Mione I need this memory from you it’s important to us both.” She tried to come up with various pieces of logic that could deter him from doing so part of her didn’t want to know she wasn’t Hermione J. Granger but the mind won out. Her overwhelming need to consume knowledge would and could possibly destroy her. She gave in.
They left the house at half past five accompanied by little three girls the oldest of which had bushy honey brown hair with rich whiskey browns that could see into your soul. The middle sister who was only about three months younger than the oldest had black brown hair with dark eyes and a hard face for a young child the youngest had night black hair and sapphire blue eyes. She almost seemed to fit in with them the family that is the mother had dark wavy black hair and rich whiskey brown eyes and the father was tall with rich brown hair and startling blue eyes. He knew them the family he knew them all the mother and father and all three daughters though he only knew the youngest one in passing. Looking at her he could now see the family resemblance she was every bit the physical copy of her younger sister except for the fact that her face was much softer more on the kind side.
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT I’M A PARKINSON!” with a loud bam and thud she hit the floor.
"Honestly Granger you must learn to breathe properly."
And then he knew it all to be true his younger sister was raised as their daughter.
And as always reviews are better than playing naked twister with a chocolate covered Tom ;)