- Rating:
- PG-13
- House:
- Astronomy Tower
- Ships:
- Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger James Potter/Lily Evans
- Characters:
- Draco Malfoy Hermione Granger James Potter Lily Evans
- Genres:
- Romance Humor
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix Quidditch Through the Ages Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
- Stats:
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Published: 03/09/2004Updated: 01/11/2014Words: 81,635Chapters: 42Hits: 106,814
Why We Fight
Red Raven
- Story Summary:
- A mess-up in Potions sends Draco and Hermione to the past where they meet a couple much like them. Hermione & Draco, James & Lily.
Chapter 18 - Boredom and Bonding
- Chapter Summary:
- Hermione and Draco find themselves in a very unusual situation (for them, at least).
- Posted:
- 10/31/2006
- Hits:
- 2,603
Boredom and Bonding
(Sunday, September 4, 1977 – Continued...)
Draco Malfoy was bored. Very bored. Very, very bored. His only joy was tormenting Madam Pomfrey. And now the nurse had gone out, muttering about Gryffindors and their perpetual ability to get hurt. Draco was assuming that she was talking about James and his friends. And Draco was inclined to acquiesce. Since he'd started at Hogwarts, a year hadn't gone by without at least one of the Gryffindors ending up in the infirmary.
Draco had taken up some time thinking about the cases of Gryffindors ending up in the infirmary. First year, Potter. Second year, Potter, Granger, and that annoying boy with the Muggle camera. Third year...well, for once, a Gryffindor hadn't ended up in the infirmary...wait a tick, Harry Potter the Amazing Bouncing Seeker had ended up in the infirmary after the dementors. Fourth year, Hermione had ended up in the infirmary after his Densaugueo had hit her. Fifth year, Weasel, Granger, Weaselette, and Largebottom had ended up in the infirmary after they'd encountered his father and the Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic.
Now, Draco was bored again. He'd decided to count things in paintings. There were exactly four-hundred and fifty-seven flowers in the painting of Lady Bronwyn the Healer, the portrait hanging in front of his bed. Lady Bronwyn was incredibly dull. She would tsk-tsk him whenever he tried to move or speak. "Now, now, young Draco, you shouldn't be exerting yourself," the woman said. She had an annoying mothering tone.
Truth be told, Draco was feeling a lot better. His ribs seemed to have completely healed overnight. But that blasted mother hen Pomfrey refused to let him go. He had to get out of this bloody place before he went insane.
Just as he was about to sneak out, Hermione Granger strode in purposefully. Oh, goodie, a Mudblood to torture! Finally, something to do, he mused as he looked over her.
Hermione put her hands on her hips and stared at Draco, a determined tilt to her chin. "Show me your left arm," she ordered.
"What?" Draco asked.
The bushy-haired brunette stared at him. "Show...me...your...left...arm," she repeated. When Draco didn't get a chance to reply when Hermione pulled up the sleeve of his robe.
"Careful on the goods, love," he stated melodramatically. "I bruise easily." Hermione examined his arm thoroughly and let out a sigh of relief as she realized that he didn't bear the Dark Mark. "Was there a point to that or did you just want to ogle me?"
"You're a bastard," she sighed, shoving a tendril of hair out of her face.
"My parents would both disagree with that," Draco said. Hermione snorted and burst into laughter and Draco arched a brow. When he spoke again, he sounded offended, "Did I say something funny?
"Maybe they would...if they weren't too busy hitting on you," she stated.
Draco's silver eyes narrowed as he glared at the Muggle-born. "That was one time, Granger. And Father was hitting on you as well," Draco defended himself.
"Yeah, but your mum wasn't hitting on me earlier when she started talking about how cute you were," she stated.
"M--my mother?" Draco's voice was strangely high and his skin became translucent as he paled.
Hermione nodded, enjoying his reaction thoroughly. "You know, you're the victim of a reverse Oedipus and Electra complex. You might want to invest in some quality psychiatric help when we get home," she suggested. Draco stared at her for a while. "It's a Muggle thing." She cocked her head and examined his still-bare arm. "You're extremely pale."
"Well, isn't that a bloody brilliant observation, Granger," he scowled. "I don't tan, I burn or...freckle." He shuddered.
"What's wrong with freckling?" she asked defensively, remembering the smattering of freckles that she had.
"It's just not...dignified. Malfoys do not freckle," he sniffed.
"Well, tell that to your melanin," Hermione stated.
"My...what-a-nin?" Draco asked.
"Your melanin," Hermione replied. "Honestly, don't they teach you anything in pre-wizarding school?"
"Pre-wizarding school?" Draco inquired.
"Well, don't purebloods go to school before you end up at Hogwarts, Durmstrang, or Beauxbatons?" she asked.
Draco scowled. "Of course not, we usually have tutors. Or the poor ones end up going to Muggle schools. Horrible," he stated.
"Well, didn't your tutor tell you anything about melanin?" she asked. "Melanin is what gives you a tan or freckles or...well...paleness."
Draco frowned. "How did we get on the subject of melanin?" he asked.
"I said you were very pale," Hermione said.
"Oh," he said. There was a long pause. "Are we having a civilized conversation?"
Hermione frowned. "Oh...wow. We are," she said.
"It's not going to happen again, is it?" Draco asked.
Hermione shook her head in the negative. "No. It isn't ever going to happen again," she said. "It's dead creepy."
It was that time the Marauders burst into the room, seeking answers to Hermione's cryptic comments. "Hello, Hermione, you're going to give us some answers..." Sirius said.