You Were My World
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
30
Views:
17,770
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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All characters and invention of the world that is Harry Potter, belongs to J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing it for my creative writing and in no way am profiting from it, only to help me practice my writing.
~Once More With Feeling!
"I need her to remember her past," Draco thought a moment and then rephrased his statement, "not all of her past – just her card number." he nodded as he thought about it again.
"Her card number?"
"Yes!" Draco said for what he thought was the umpteen time, "I need her card number!" he shouted as if Blaise was a dim-witted first year who was slow in the brain.
Draco gazed at Blaise with an arched brow. What was wrong with him? Acting all - all slow! Yes! That's it! Draco mentally nodded to himself. But he shot his head at the direction of Blaise as soon as he heard the word slow with the name Blaise together in his head. No! - that's not right! - Blaise. Draco thought as he stared at him. For a second, Draco thought he was trapped in a twisted alternative universe, where Granger, the smartest witch - though he'll never admit it to anyone - in his year was a simple, naive and never to forget, inquisitive and annoying, little first year trapped in a hot - NO - above average womanly body - yes! That's what he meant to say! Not hot - GRANGER IS NOT HOT! GRANGER - EWWWWW! The day Granger is hot to Draco Malfoy is the day Blaise Zabini is ever consider to be slow.
Blaise arched his brow at Draco's facial expression. Draco looked as if he was sucking on a lemon or smelling a disgusting odor. He must be thinking about Hermione or Potter, Blaise guessed. Blaise took a step closer to Draco when he saw him shuddered all of a sudden and… squeal?
Draco turned to the sleeping Hermione before taking Blaise out to the study so he could tell him about his plan without fear of waking up the witch.
"I'm going have to pretend to be her husband again– get her to remember her card number– change the time– obliterate her again and leave her in the lab... again." Draco summed up his plan then turned to Blaise, who was lost in thought. "Are you listening to me?" he demanded with annoyance.
"Yes Draco, I am…" Blaise replied, not taking his eyes off his friend.
Draco is in so much denial that he doesn't even know he's in denial.
"Your plan is…" Blaise thought for a moment before he spoke, "brilliant."
Fortunately for Blaise, Draco was too preoccupied with his plotting to notice his hesitation.
"If you're telling her you are her husband then I will tell her I'm her husband too, again."
Draco whipped around to face the other wizard, upset at the statement for some reason.
"Why?" Draco eyed him suspiciously.
"Because I want to help you, Draco."
Draco's suspicious glare did not weaver. Blaise seemedsincere enough …
"Well... all right," Draco said after considering Blaise's words carefully.
"Good, now we need to get our story straight." Blaise thought Draco was about ready to say 'no', but was glad he changed his mind.
"What do you mean?"
"Our story, about how we met her during school, fell in love, and got married. We need palpable answers for when she asks us questions, which will be a lot."
He makes it sound so light! Draco thought. He bet that if Granger were to ever meet Death himself, she would chase him off with her unending questions. Draco mentally laughed at the pictured. Death would rather give Granger immortality than spend an eternity with that Know-It-All! HAHAHAHAHA!
"Yes," Draco nodded, "as detailed as possible so she wouldn't be suspicious."
The two wizards agreed and began to weave their false tale of how they met their wife.
"Rings!" Draco shouted, "We need rings!"
"What?"
"Wedding rings!"
Blaise eyes widen, "We need wedding rings!"
"I'll owl a jeweler –"
By the vibration of Draco's wand, the wizards knew that they must leave the room to greet their awaking wife.
"mmmm…" The witch groaned.
"Hermione…"
She heard a male voice say in a soft silky tone.
"Wha…" her eyes unfocused, Hermione rubbed the sleep from her eyes to clear her blurry vision. "Who?"
"Her card number?"
"Yes!" Draco said for what he thought was the umpteen time, "I need her card number!" he shouted as if Blaise was a dim-witted first year who was slow in the brain.
Draco gazed at Blaise with an arched brow. What was wrong with him? Acting all - all slow! Yes! That's it! Draco mentally nodded to himself. But he shot his head at the direction of Blaise as soon as he heard the word slow with the name Blaise together in his head. No! - that's not right! - Blaise. Draco thought as he stared at him. For a second, Draco thought he was trapped in a twisted alternative universe, where Granger, the smartest witch - though he'll never admit it to anyone - in his year was a simple, naive and never to forget, inquisitive and annoying, little first year trapped in a hot - NO - above average womanly body - yes! That's what he meant to say! Not hot - GRANGER IS NOT HOT! GRANGER - EWWWWW! The day Granger is hot to Draco Malfoy is the day Blaise Zabini is ever consider to be slow.
Blaise arched his brow at Draco's facial expression. Draco looked as if he was sucking on a lemon or smelling a disgusting odor. He must be thinking about Hermione or Potter, Blaise guessed. Blaise took a step closer to Draco when he saw him shuddered all of a sudden and… squeal?
Draco turned to the sleeping Hermione before taking Blaise out to the study so he could tell him about his plan without fear of waking up the witch.
"I'm going have to pretend to be her husband again– get her to remember her card number– change the time– obliterate her again and leave her in the lab... again." Draco summed up his plan then turned to Blaise, who was lost in thought. "Are you listening to me?" he demanded with annoyance.
"Yes Draco, I am…" Blaise replied, not taking his eyes off his friend.
Draco is in so much denial that he doesn't even know he's in denial.
"Your plan is…" Blaise thought for a moment before he spoke, "brilliant."
Fortunately for Blaise, Draco was too preoccupied with his plotting to notice his hesitation.
"If you're telling her you are her husband then I will tell her I'm her husband too, again."
Draco whipped around to face the other wizard, upset at the statement for some reason.
"Why?" Draco eyed him suspiciously.
"Because I want to help you, Draco."
Draco's suspicious glare did not weaver. Blaise seemedsincere enough …
"Well... all right," Draco said after considering Blaise's words carefully.
"Good, now we need to get our story straight." Blaise thought Draco was about ready to say 'no', but was glad he changed his mind.
"What do you mean?"
"Our story, about how we met her during school, fell in love, and got married. We need palpable answers for when she asks us questions, which will be a lot."
He makes it sound so light! Draco thought. He bet that if Granger were to ever meet Death himself, she would chase him off with her unending questions. Draco mentally laughed at the pictured. Death would rather give Granger immortality than spend an eternity with that Know-It-All! HAHAHAHAHA!
"Yes," Draco nodded, "as detailed as possible so she wouldn't be suspicious."
The two wizards agreed and began to weave their false tale of how they met their wife.
"Rings!" Draco shouted, "We need rings!"
"What?"
"Wedding rings!"
Blaise eyes widen, "We need wedding rings!"
"I'll owl a jeweler –"
By the vibration of Draco's wand, the wizards knew that they must leave the room to greet their awaking wife.
"mmmm…" The witch groaned.
"Hermione…"
She heard a male voice say in a soft silky tone.
"Wha…" her eyes unfocused, Hermione rubbed the sleep from her eyes to clear her blurry vision. "Who?"