Chapter 9 : Reminiscing
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Well, here is the next chapter of Time Changes Everything. I hope you enjoy it and it makes up for the time missed. Again, I'm trully sorry!!!
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Still laughing, Draco and Hermione managed to walk across the dance floor to the bar situated in the corner of the room. Draco stood next to the stool that Hermione collapsed into, his hand supporting his body as he leaned on the counter next to Hermione.
“Two waters please,” gasped Draco, holding up two fingers. Hermione grabbed the bottles and spun on the stool to face Draco. The flushed cheeks, heavy breathing and tears in the corner of their eyes caused both to break down again, laughing uncontrollably.
After regaining herself, Hermione handed Draco his water bottle. She opened her own and drank down half of it’s contents. “That…was the most fun I’ve had…”
“In six years?” asked Draco, trying to maintain a straight face. Neither was able to as they once again began to laugh.
“Well, I see you’re having fun,” said a voice from behind. Draco and Hermione turned around and found Harry grinning at them. “I saw those ‘cold’ stares you two were sharing so I decided to ask the DJ to put it on. No need to thank me though.” He chuckled at them and leaned on the counter next to Draco.
“What are you talking about?” asked Draco, recapping his empty bottle and putting it on the counter.
Harry rolled his eyes as he pointed back to the dance floor. “Your favorite song works every time,” he said, nodding slightly.
“Our what?” they said in unison.
Harry laughed. “Oh come on, you guys! What’s wrong with you two? Have you been drinking?” he asked, smirking at them. “Well, I’ll leave you two on your own. Ginny want me to cut the cake already.”
Hermione’s mouth formed a small ‘o’. “We have to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to you!” she said, smiling at him.
“Mione, I’m not ten. I don’t need people singing me ‘Happy Birthday’,” replied Harry, chuckling slightly. “Oh and go back to the Burrow after this. We’re going to the continue the party over there but with the family.” With that, he walked away.
Hermione and Draco looked at each other. “I can’t believe we have a song,” said Hermione, staring down at the floor with embarrassment. She sighed and looked back up at him. “Do you want cake?”
Draco chuckled. “Sure,” he said as they began to make their way over to Harry’s table. They stopped next to Ginny and Hermione was once again greeted with Mackenzie’s cold stare.
“I’ve got to find out why I don’t get along with this…Mackenzie,” muttered Hermione, narrowing her eyes to make her look like she returned the cold stare.
Ginny noticed Hermione’s stare and sighed. “Come on, Hermione. This is your best friend’s birthday. Do you really want to ruin it by picking a fight with your dear friend?” she asked, smiling slightly when Hermione stared at her with confusion. “Look, Gabby and Derek are here. Do you want to set a bad example for them?”
Hermione raised an eyebrow. “Do you honestly think I’ll sink that low, Gin? I would never pick a fight with anyone in front of my children. No matter how much I want to beat the living crap out of her,” she muttered, staring at Mackenzie. “Seriously. She thinks she could talk to me like that? We’re not seventeen anymore.”
“That’s true…but that hasn’t stopped you before,” replied Ginny, raising her eyebrows at her. She sighed and patted Hermione on the arm. “It’s okay. We all know your ‘special’ bond with Kenzie. Just be careful when you’re around the children.”
Hermione sighed and looked away from Mackenzie, making a mental note to figure out why they ‘hated’ each other. “So, Harry says we’re continuing the party at the Burrow but with the family…should I bring anything?” she asked, helping Ginny fill the plates with cake.
Ginny laughed. “No, unless you want to get your unborn baby drunk, then by all means, bring firewhiskey. I just wonder what Draco would say about that,” she said, grinning up at her.
“Whatever,” mumbled Hermione, rolling her eyes. She looked over at Draco and sighed. The ‘third child’ lingered on her mind at that moment. Could it be possible? Could Hermione be pregnant with Draco’s child and not know it? Just thinking about it made the hairs of the back of her neck stand up.
“You all right, Mione?” asked Harry, as he took a plate from her. “You look kind of pale. Look, why don’t you just go to the Burrow. We’ll be over there in an hour or so. We’re just going to give the cake out and then we’ll be going home.”
Hermione managed a small smile. “No, I’m fine. I was just thinking about something,” she said, nodding. “I’m fine.”
Harry raised his eyebrows. “Okay then,” he said before walking away with two plates in his hands.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Mione? You can go to the Burrow if you want,” said Ginny kindly. “I’ll tell Kenzie to help me sort out the cake.” She looked at Hermione and waited for her to answer. When she didn’t, Ginny sighed. “Just go to the Burrow, Hermione. You’re going to get me mad.”
Hermione looked taken aback for a moment before smiling guiltily. “I’m sorry, Gin,” she said sadly. “I’m fine, really. It’s just that…I have something going on right now.” She bit her bottom lip and looked over at Draco, who was in deep conversation with Ron.
“What is it? Is something wrong with Derek and Gabrielle? Is something wrong with you and Draco? What is it?” asked Ginny, her brows furrowed with worry.
Hermione managed a small smile. “Oh it’s nothing like that, Gin. I have this…thing that I have to do and I can’t keep my mind off of it, but I’m fine,” she said, nodding her head.
After they got to the Burrow, Hermione and Draco interacted with Ron’s family, as well as spent some time with Derek and Gabrielle, who were a bit bored since they were the only children at the party.
After eating pizza (Hermione’s idea), which she didn’t order enough of and Mr. Weasley and Harry had to run into town to get more, everyone congregated into the living room and dining are again. Draco watched as his children ran around the room, terrorizing Ron’s family members. Darting his eyes around the room, he watched the other members talk amongst themselves.
And finally, for the hundredth time that night, his eyes landed on Hermione. From the moment that they were dancing with each other, he felt drawn to her. Their eyes would lock and involuntarily smiles would spread across their faces.
“Hey Draco,” said Blaise from behind him. Draco turned away from Hermione, who gave one last fleeting smile, before turning back to Pansy. “Are you feeling alright? You seem out of it today?”
“Honestly?” Draco said, taking a sip from his cup. Blaise nodded and leaned forward. “No, I’m really not.”
“Anything I can do, mate?”
“Unless you can treat my insanity,” Draco mumbled, looking back over at Hermione.
Following his line of sight, Blaise noticed Hermione turn from her conversation with Pansy and smile slightly in their direction, eyes fixed on Draco.
“So, it has to do with Hermione, huh?” Draco snapped his head back and stared at Blaise. “I thought you two weren’t fighting.”
“We’re not,” he answered quickly. “It’s just…just weird.”
“Weird?” Blaise pressed, obviously intrigued.
Heaving a great sigh, Draco tried to explain without giving too much away. “I’m just confused. Things have been different lately and I’m just trying to adjust, but it’s a bit harder than I had initially anticipated.”
Blaise gestured for Draco to continue.
“I really don’t know what you want me to say,” Draco said as he lifted his cup to his lips. When he realized that his cup was empty, something seemed to click. “It’s like this,” he showed Blaise his empty cup, to which he only got a confused face. “Where did my drink go? I know that the most logical answer is that I drank it, but I don’t remember my last sip finishing it off.”
“Uh, Draco…you aren’t making any sense.”
“Exactly! The first thoughts that run through my head are that my drink either evaporated or someone came and drank it. Both make no sense, unless someone made it disappear with a spell, but my brain is so warped that I think these things before the one thing that makes the most sense.”
“So…” said Blaise slowly, trying to piece everything together after Draco stopped speaking. “What exactly is it that makes the most sense in regards to Hermione?”
Draco opened his mouth, closed his mouth, and then turned around to look at Hermione. As if knowing he was looking at her, she turned and smiled, and Draco couldn’t help but smile back.
“I have no idea,” he whispered, still facing Hermione.
She lifted an eyebrow, turned to say something to Pansy, and then walked over to Blaise and Draco.
“You all right?” she asked Draco, her voice full of concern.
“No,” Blaise answered for him. He stood up when Pansy walked over to them, allowing her to take his seat. “He’s lost his mind.”
Pansy snorted and motioned to Hermione. “He’s not the only one.”
Hermione glared at Pansy before pulling Draco to his feet. “I just saw Harry enter the kitchen,” she whispered into this ear. “Want to go corner him and try to get some information without having Ron there?”
“Sure,” replied Draco before making their way towards the kitchen.
“Hey Harry,” said Hermione, sitting on one of the chairs with her back towards the living room.
“Hey,” he said, reaching into the cabinet for a mug. “Coffee?” he asked.
“Sure,” replied Hermione as she motioned of Draco to take a seat next to her.
“Yeah, thanks Harry,” said Draco a little uncomfortably.
Harry snorted as he filled the three mugs with coffee and handing them to them.
They sat in silence, each occasionally taking a sip from their mug.
“Not that I’m not enjoying the quiet, but is there something you guys wanted?” asked Harry, after seeing their confused faces.
“Actually, yes there was,” said Hermione, looking over at Draco, who raised an eyebrow. She nodded her head in Harry’s direction, across from them. Draco shook his head no. Finally, Hermione pinched Draco’s left thigh from underneath the table.
“Fine,” said Draco through gritted teeth, rubbing the spot that Hermione pinched. “Harry, can you tell us about us?”
“Shouldn’t you alre—”
“Humor us,” said Draco, raising an eyebrow.
“Alright,” he said slowly, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. “Well to be honest with you, I don’t know.” Harry put his mug down and leaned back on his chair, looking from Draco to Hermione. “I don’t think anyone but you two know how you got together.”
“No one ever asked us?” questioned Hermione.
“Oh, we asked, all the time. You both would either ignore the question completely or give cryptic smiles.” He paused before speaking again. “Care to explain now?”
“No,” Draco said immediately.
Harry shrugged, “Worth a try.”
After a moment, Hermione asked, “So, you and Ron accepted me being with Ma-Draco?”
Harry shook his head. “At first no. But we got used to it and you two are so headstrong to back down and give into other people’s opinions,” he said, chuckling slightly.
“So, we were like that from the beginning?” asked Draco.
“Um…” Harry tapped his finger on his lips as he thought. “Yeah, I think so. When it came to other people questioning your relationship. But you were both so off and on those first few months, none of us thought you were going to last.”
“What do you mean?”
“The fighting. You two were still acting the same as ever. There were times where people wouldn’t believe that you two were together.” Harry sighed and looked at them. “But then there was this connection you had…like one of you would say something to the other, or give a look, or play this really old song.” Harry shrugged, “and all was good again.”
Hermione looked out of the corner of her eye, only to see Draco do the same. She smiled, a small smile, which he instantly returned.
“Like that,” said Harry, staring at them. “After a while, the fighting pretty much stopped altogether, so no one questioned your relationship anymore.”
A few minutes passed in silence, allowing Draco and Hermione to collect their thoughts. Several questions were going through both their minds, but they were finding ways to word them.
“What did everyone do?”
“Initially, we freaked out.”
Draco sensed Hermione cringe, so he lightly nudged her. When she turned to face him, he gave her a reassuring smile. Draco turned to Harry before saying, “What did you do exactly?”
“Well there was a lot of yelling because we couldn’t believe that our Hermione had fallen in love with our worst enemy. Besides that, there wasn’t really much anyone could do. We were all seventeen at the time.”
“Right,” Draco mumbled to Hermione. “At the time.” She elbowed him at the side.
“What are you three doing here?” asked Ginny, as she, Ron, Blaise and Pansy walked into the kitchen. She and Ron sat on either side of Harry while Blaise and Pansy took a seat next to Hermione and Draco.
“Reminiscing,” said Harry to Ginny.
“Yeah, about what?” asked Ron, arching an eyebrow.
“Draco and Hermione’s relationship.”
“Right,” began Pansy, smiling slightly. “Their own ‘fun’ at Castles n’ Coasters six years ago.”
“What?” said Hermione and Draco in unison.
“Oh, wow I almost forgot,” said Blaise, as he looked sideways at Draco and Hermione. “Do you guys even remember that one trip we took in seventh year?”
“Like it was two days ago,” mumbled Draco.
“Draco,” Hermione hissed.
“It was so strange,” said Blaise, as if he didn’t hear either of them. “Seeing you two snogging next to that booth. What was it again?”
“I think a fortune teller or something,” said Harry, thoughtfully.
Draco’s eyes widened and he smacked his left hand against his forehead. Hermione gasped and her left hand clutched Draco’s right wrist, which was resting on his lap. He turned to look at her and noticed that she just remembered as well.
“I didn’t even realize it was them at first.”
“Who would have that they’d be kissing instead of killing each other? Harry and I caught them sneaking away from one another several times that day.”
“And they weren’t even embarrassed. Like it was an everyday occurrence.”
“Do you remember what they said? How they just wanted to try it out for a while.”
“Yeah right, they both had determination in their eyes. Like they knew it was going to last.”
From the moment Harry mentioned the fortuneteller booth, Draco and Hermione didn’t hear a thing they said. Hermione’s breath became erratic and Draco was worried she was going to get a panic attack. He flipped his hand over, the one that she grabbed, and intertwined their fingers. Draco ran his thumb across her wrist a couple of times, before leaning in closer to her.
“Hey,” he whispered, making her look at him. “You alright?” She shook her head and settled her eyes just over his shoulder. He turned completely on his seat to face her and placed his hand on her thigh, squeezing slightly. “We’re going to be okay, Mione. You know that right?”
Hermione took a deep breath. “You think so?” she whispered, looking into his eyes.
He smiled, trying to reassure her as well as himself. “I know so.”
She returned the smile, tightening her fingers around him a little more. “Thanks.”
“So,” said Harry, standing up and smiling at Draco. “Are you going to help me cast the spells around your room?”
“What?” asked Draco, turning away from Hermione, but still holding her hand.
“The spells. You don’t expect me to sleep comfortably without knowing Gabby and Derek are going to be all right, aren’t you?” asked Harry, quirking an eyebrow.
“Why exactly would you want to cast spells around my room when we live in a different house than you?” asked Draco confusedly.
“Gabby and Derek are staying with us for a week, remember?” said Harry, more confused than ever. “Damn, you guys are really out of it today, huh?”
“Oh right…the week at your house,” said Draco a little distracted.
Draco stood, squeezing Hermione’s hand one last time before standing up to put their mugs in the sink.
“Aww, are you leaving already?” asked Mackenzie as she walked in the kitchen to stand next to Ron. “Well, don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” she said, eyeing Hermione coolly.
“Don’t worry about us, Kenzie. We’ll fine,” replied Hermione, returning Mackenzie’s cold stare. She stood up and followed Draco out of the kitchen. “God I hate that woman, and I don’t even know why.”
Draco snorted. “Well, the way you two react to one another is bound to tell you why,” he said as they waved goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. “We should say goodbye to Derek and Gabby.”
Hermione nodded and followed Draco outside where Ginny and Harry were with Derek and Gabrielle.
“I’ll miss you daddy,” said Gabrielle as she ran over to Draco.
Draco picked her up in his arms and gave her a hug. “I’ll miss you too, Princess,” he muttered into the little girl’s hair.
Gabrielle beamed, wrapping her arms around Draco’s neck, kissing his cheek. “I thought you forgot,” she said.
Realizing she was talking about the nickname he always used for Hermione, he smiled and put her back down on the ground. “Never. Now you’re going to be good, right?”
Draco turned to look at Derek. “Are you going to take care of her?”
“Always,” replied Derek, smiling at his father before grabbing Gabrielle’s hand and running over to Harry and Ginny.
“See you in a week,” said Harry, waving at the two.
“Bye,” replied Hermione quietly, waving back. With one faint pop, Harry and Ginny disapparated with Gabrielle and Derek.
“Princess?” asked Hermione.
Draco shrugged. “It’s something I heard my grandpa call my mom sometimes. I guess I must’ve called her that and it stuck.”
“Well,” said Hermione as she nudged him with her shoulder. “I think you made that little girl’s day.”
“I did, didn’t I?” said Draco, making Hermione laugh. He turned to face her and spoke in a more serious tone. “You know what we got to do, right?”
Hermione nodded. “Yup,” she said, her face turning a bit pale.
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