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Memories of the Past
It was never a win win situation anymore for him. He didn't think it ever was.
The Dinner Party
Draco had to mingle with the other adults his wife had invited. He hardly knew any of them, he wondered when Pansy had all the time in the world to meet these people when she didn't even have the time to eat dinner with her family.
Without another minute to loose, the front door opened and Draco Malfoy walked into the Manor!
Can We Go?
"This isn't over Draco, our daughter can take her stupid dance lessons, but it doesn't mean I'm going to watch her make a fool of herself in front of everyone. If this gets out! Our family name will be ruined and I will have none of that!" said Pansy after careful consideration before returning to the kitchen.
Meeting The Teacher
"My mother, a fashion designer, my father a business man of his own company. Now one would think that my life is perfect. But is it really? I mean all those smiles and laughs that are shown, what are they really? Well I'll tell you, their lies, all lies."
A Dance Lesson
Jade was perplexed for she couldn't believe that this was happening to her. She felt freedom, something she never thought possible. Her broken family was forgotten and all that was left was Laura and this dance class.
They resurfaced every night, but they weren't just nightmares they were her memories. She couldn't believe that it had to have it happen to her of all people. The thing was she never even found out who the hooded figure was.
Interlude: Her Life
^ same as above chapter!
Now I Smile
Draco also noticed the change in Jade ever since she'd been going to those dance lessons. She's had a smile on her face when she came back to the Manor. Which he hadn't seen for a couple of years. Sure she loved going to school but he had never seen her this happy before...
She hadn't expected this, she didn't think she could have imagined anything more perfect. Here she was with her boyfriend of two years, in a beautiful restaurant and was being proposed too, what more could a girl ask for?
"And why couldn't you love me?" Pansy asked with curiosity.
Draco was about to answer the door when Pansy had opened it, he heard her gasp. He wondered who could possibly be at the door and if it wasn't an auror than he didn't have a clue. But then he heard her say something and that name was definitely familiar.
She had never asked him about it, or why he had it. He had told her he placed his scheduled Quidditch games on it. 'But why would he forget it then?' Hermione thought. She wasn't trying to be nosy or anything but Viktor hardly ever talked to her anymore and she wanted to know what was going on.
Trouble, or Not.
She wasn’t asking for sympathy, but they had asked and for some odd reason she felt like she could trust them.
The perfect idea, and it didn't have to take long. A Dance Benefit, seemed to be the only way.
Divorce & Unintentional Accidents
Before he could fully comprehend what was going on, the lights turned a flashy red, and he blacked out.
Muggle Homes & Conversations
“Listen, in order for us to get along, don’t you think we should start calling each other by our first names, it’s the least you could do, you know!” Hermione said.
It's Not Over!
"It wasn't over for me, ...."
“I’m sorry.” This was the first and last apology they’d ever hear from her.
Alternate Dreams, Drifting Memories
“This is our last night together, and once tonight is over, you know we’re never going to see each other again. I’m sorry we never got our chance.”
You're So Heartless
She put the kettle on so she could have a nice cup of tea to drink to relax her nerves that’s when she noticed her pager buzzing on the countertop.
Reunion Of Some Sort
She was to leave the room and never come back, but then she wasn’t able to move. A hand had grabbed her wrist and she turned to face the person slowly.
Content: There's No Turning Back Now
20 minutes, 56 seconds and she’d be walking down the aisle.
The Curse; Stronger than Amortentia
"What if...what if Hermione doesn’t make it Draco? What will you do then? Are you going to keep blaming yourself that you didn’t come to the wedding, that you could have stopped Krum? That you married Pansy instead of Hermione? When is it going to get through your head that she needs you, and you need her!”
“Yes, quite frankly it happens to depend on the patient. Whether or not she wants to fight the dreams or let them keep coming through and into her mind.”
How could she assume that he wouldn’t love her anymore? How could she have moved on so quickly? Was it still too late for her happy ending?
Can You Ever Forgive Me?
“None of us are going to be able to get her to come back. Not I, nor Ron or even Zabini. Malfoy you’re our only hope. I know that if you convince her stay she’ll listen to you.”
Falling In Love Was Once A Tragedy
He wasn’t about to let his daughter down one last time, he’d broken promises before and he told himself that this would be the last time. After all the heartbreak he’d been through, he decided he needed his own happiness.
“I’m home!” The familiar voice carried out throughout the flat, and the silence that was left was gone in an instant was filled with joyous laughter, and Hermione was still stuck in a dilema in which she had to make a decision about what she wanted for once and for all.
They didn’t know what to write, what to say. A loving mother? She hadn’t paid an ounce of care or heart towards her daughter within the past 10 years. A good friend? She was respected, but to call her a friend, a best friend, it was almost unthinkable. A wonderful daughter? Her parents weren’t alive to see her grow, to have her own family, what was the point? Instead they left it blank, and that was fine with her. Her shimmering figure as she watched her daughter and her ex-husband look towards her, at least she knew she wouldn’t be forgotten.
Meeting The Family
Draco glanced briefly at the pair; Hermione was too kind for her own good sometimes. He glanced around at the Burrow, he been here only once before briefly. He knew in the past he’d always made fun of this place, the poorest of the poor only could live here. But it didn’t matter; it was a loving family who wouldn’t have cared one bit if they had lost everything as long as they had each other.
Do You Believe In Magic?
“I’m a murderer Hermione, why don’t you see that?”
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