Love Can\'t Change The Past

Chapter 15

Hermione was feeling very weary. Her head was rushing. She was almost sure the “Sun Song” was some kind of magic and it scared her like hell, now however she realised how stupid she was to think that. How come she couldn’t understand what music did to these people? Was she so ignorant, so stiff, so … she didn’t really know what she was anymore.

“Honestly Granger, you think you can just escape” Draco’s voice pierced her thoughts. He had no idea how right he was. Of course, maybe she could escape him, just like she could run away form this club, from these people that scared her, from what they all called a ‘fun life’. She however missed to see the point in that anymore. It was either she was out of place, or she was simply stiff. She decided it must be the latter. She loved her friends dearly, even the freaky Durmstrang three. This meant she could not be in the wrong place. This could only mean she was really handling the world in a wrong way. Small steps to change herself were not enough, it had to be one big leap, and this leap was tonight, if that won’t work she’ll ask the Headmaster to reassign her to Huffelpuff, hopefully they were as pathetic as she was. She laughed to herself, well no time like the present to start!

“10 Death Eaters!” she called to the bartender. Parvati and Ginny looked at her with surprise and a little awe, Tom stayed ignorant to the whole situation.

“Eh, Hermione are you sure about this, think it over” Ginny tried to talk Hermione out of the mad idea that obviously struck her.

“What’s to think about, it\'s tonight or never” she raised the shot and swiftly poured it into her throat. Ginny stared at her, not believing this was her bookworm friend.

“Yeah, Herm let’s get pissed” Parvati clapped her hands and took a big sip of her drink. Ginny shook her head and started walking towards the sofa’s to join the rest of the group. Something seemed to be going on there, as Cat was standing, her eyes furious, over Seb and Slide, who were throwing daggers at each other. She sighed.

“Oi, you’re a fox” she heard someone say and then felt someone grab her wrist “you look normal compared to the freaks here, so want to have some fun hon?” she looked up to see a sloppy looking teenage boy lick his fleshy lips at her. She looked from him back down at her wrist he had taken a hold of .

“Yes I think she’ll do El, she’s fresh and young” another voice spoke and as Ginny turned in its direction she saw a fat boy smiling at her hungrily. He popped his lips.

“Get of me you freak?” she said quietly. Noticing her lack of confidence, the sloppy boy caught her shoulders and quickly brought her closer to him.

“Oh, you scared the shit out of me” he said mockingly with a wide disgusting grin “Why don’t we go to the toilets, no need to panic, or scream, we’re not gonna hurt you” he licked his lips once again.

“Looky here I got us another one” the chubby boy pointed at Hermione, who was ten shots drunker and looked surprised at the boy holding her. He caught her as she tried to join the rest of the group just like Ginny.

“Fuck of! Freak!” Hermione squealed as she got herself together

“Why do you call us freaks? Look at yourselves!” the fat boy laughed “You’re the best in here anyway, but paaalease! All the girls here have these weird cloaks, and that proud look on their faces!” his eyes suddenly narrowed “You think you’re too good for us don’t you! Ha! We’ll see, come on mate!” he called to his friend and started walking towards the Colour Room exit. A strong arm stopped him.

“I think the Ladies stated perfectly clearly that they don’t want your company” Draco’s eyes burned with authority, he seemed totally calm and unmoved by this situation. It was different with Ron and Harry, which at that moment appeared just behind him. Their wands were out, even though they were completely useless. The fat guy eyed Draco and smiled.

“Come on man we’re only trying to have some fun” he gave Draco a meaningful look. Draco raised his eyebrow as if considering the boys statement deeply.

“Let them go you fucking assholes” Ron spat out quickly, his voice loud and clear. Harry was trembling, so he did not trust himself to speak, even if his voice was to come out furious trembling. El and his mate looked at Ron and laughed at loud then turned their attention to Draco. Draco nodded.

“Alright then” he moved to let the boys through. They smiled happily.

“Thanks man you looked like someone who could understand” the sloppy one answered with relief. Ron was just about to throw himself at the guy, when Draco turned around and hissed to him: allow me Weasely. At that he turned back and punched the sloppy teenager in the middle of his stomach.

“Now, boy,” he paused with a grin and continued speaking, hitting a different spot of the boy’s body with every word. “Never. Compare. ME. To. Pathetic. Disgusting. Muggles. That. You. Are.” He punched again, this time aiming for the head. The boy fell to the floor holding his head as if it was to fall of any second. Draco moved away and pointed to the shocked guy holding Ginny “After you Weasely” he said calmly. Ron was not going to take it any longer; he threw himself at Ginny’s attacker. He hugged him furiously. Ginny jumped away swiftly. Draco shook his head at the hopeless attack. Tom jumped off his stool and started helping Ron.

As soon as the harassers were on the floor, the Hogwarts students turned around and slowly walked to their places. The fat boy suddenly stood up swaying on his legs and called after them.

“Is that all you’ve got?” he could say no more. In a split of a second he was back on the ground being furiously kicked by Seb. Draco laughed. this is getting more and more interesting.

The sloppy boy got up next. Something silver flashed in his hand.

“Seb watch out!” Hermione screamed in panic. Before the muggle could attack he was smashed to the floor by a big, tall, bloke of around 21. The bloke smiled to Seb as he got of the hardly breathing body under him.

“Vil Potter” he said throwing his hand to Seb. Seb took it cautiously, and then smiled apologetically when nothing bad happened.

“Thanks, Sebastian Hall” Suddenly he found himself in a strong embrace of Angelina, who just happened to come back form the toilet.

“Oh Sebby, are you ok?” she asked petting his head.

“Bloody ‘ell woman I was fine before you came along” he pushed her away, however softly and turned back to Vil. Angelina pushed out her lower lip and went straight for the bar.

Vil got to know everyone quite quickly. He was quite surprised to find out Harry had the same surname as him, and happily asked Harry about all his relatives. It turned out Vil’s American. Hermione was the most excited about this, however the ex-Durmstrang students found Vil extremely amusing.

“Want a fag Vil?” Cat asked with an evil grin on her face. Vil looked at her completely taken of guard.

“Eh, no thanks, I’m not gay” he blushed, but kept a smile on his face just as well.

“Oh, well you can just have a fag then, you’re blushing should calm you down” Seb smiled and passed Vil a pack of cigarettes. Vil’s smile dropped and he started looking suspiciously at his new friends. Hermione frowned and took the pack from Seb.

“They mean a cigarette” she smiled at the look of relief on Vil’s face. She was back to herself again, and it did not worry her a bit.

“Ok people what the hell happened here” a broad face in its 50’s, stained yellow form cigarette smoke popped out from behind the bar.

“Boomy!!!” Cat jumped up to hug the owner.

“Kids, honestly you are out of here!” the man laughed softly “I mean it. You pissed off Slide, you picked a fight, and we have a muggle alert, so you better go before the evacuation starts” Cat’s smile dropped.

“I wanted to talk to you!” she said childishly as if she has just been refused a promised candy.

“I know, I know sweetheart, but not today. I have to calm Slide down, and a muggle alert is a pretty big thing you know” he looked down at the two hardly moving bodies on the floor. Cat followed his gaze.

“They were muggles?” she asked eyes wide open. Of course she heard Draco say something, but one could never REALLY know a muggle a hundred percent. They may have been weird kids, and there could be nothing more to it. The yellow-faced man nodded.

“Oh my!” Hermione let out a little squeak.

“Nothing to worry about, now GET OUT OF HERE” he raised his voice, however continued laughing vigorously.

***


They were on the street again.

“Ron you’re bleeding!” Parvati shot out at Ron. She was hanging on his arm, utterly wasted. Ron didn’t mind her company. Ok, he did but he was too terrified to admit that. How could he? He just threw himself at some guy in a club and he was scared of a girl? A totally wasted girl?

“Parv, it’s nothing really” he blushed. She looked at him crossly.

“RONALD WEASELY” he winced at her raised voice. She did not continue. He looked down at her and noticed she had her head on his shoulder, obviously totally oblivious to what she just said or to the fact that she was about to scream her head at him. Ron found her much more attractive that way.

Hermione felt much better. She was tipsy, but that was not the only thing that lifted her mood. She realised being ‘cooler’ oh what a stupid word she smiled while she thought to herself, was not that hard, and that she could still stay herself a little bit. She was tipsy and it didn’t bother her at all. Honestly she was eager to find out what else the night had in store. She felt someone staring at her. She looked around only to find Draco smirking at her. She slowed her pace so he could join her.

“Thanks Malfoy” she said quietly, obviously feeling embarrassed. Draco smiled wickedly at her expression.

“Wouldn’t call it a pleasure, but you’re welcome” Hermione rolled her eyes at his words but then smiled warmly

“You know Malfoy, maybe you’re not that bad at all” she mused

“You know Granger, maybe tonight you’re not that bad yourself” he said softly and caught her hand in his. She stopped for a moment. “Granger tonight we’re all people” he spoke into her ear and surprisingly she relaxed. The night just started and why stop this human contact, even if it was between her and Malfoy. She smiled to him and followed the others, even more eager. Tonight everything might change. Doesn’t have to but might, its worth risking. Sometimes, some nights are worth a risk. It was two thirty seven in the morning.

”on my way up north
up on the venture
I pulled back the hood
and I was talking to you
and I knew then it would be
a life long thing
but I didn\'t know that we
we could break a silver lining


and I’m too sad
like a good book
I can\'t put this day back
a sort of fairytale
with you
a sort of fairytale
with you”

To AFF readers: Thank you for reading (if indeed u r reading)! I really tried to put all thoughts in italics but it’s hard to catch them all out and Ihaven’t got all night as I’m in the middle of writing a new chapter that I hope you will love (chapter 23 or something):D

Anyway: If you have any suggestions : you’re welcome. If you want to write critical reviews : you’re welcome. If you want to tell me the story is good : you’re welcome. If you want to tell me you love me : You’re mostly welcome :D

As Seb would say Love You and Leave You:D

Not for long expect an update tomorrow :D

Pointless Bottom Notes: OK hope Draco isn’t too sweet here. “we’re all people” and stuff. If he is just tell me.

I think my motivation’s back after writing this chapter. It’s not exactly long, but I was SUPPOSE to write short chapters right?

About Vil. He is naive, and I’m not going to change that, period. I am really sorry but if you feel offended, he’s just a stereotypical American, and I know as many Americans that are naive as Americans that are very interesting and thoughtful people. Just think that stereotyping is funny. Now its like a Russian saying “Vodka My friends?” or a Polish guy saying “Vodka my friend, I’m really just a farmer” (where did that come from? I’m so mean!) or a German guy saying “Discipline people, do I look nice?”. Americans are just so funny about the ‘fag’ word. I mean once I said to this American bloke “Mike, I have your picture with 7 fags in your mouth” – you should have seen his face! Hilarious.

THE LIST FOR TODAY:

Hermione’s death eaters: Obadia – Slow Ride (just some nice chillout here)
The fight: CB- Music: Response (no idea why… it just is)
Meeting Vil- Chicago OST – After Midnight (JAZZZ OH YEAH… got to love it)
Walking with Draco - Tori Amos – A Sort of Fairytale (its just the mood that’s right…. I love Tori….well I love everything on my list)