I had an idea for a Dramione fic and so here it is, well the Prologue at least. I might update this one occasionally, but I'm focusing on two other stories right now. Disclaimer : Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, only the storyline is mine.
Anyways, please let me know what you think :)
In the last twenty four hours, Draco Malfoys life was flipped upside down. Not only was everything he'd ever known gone, but now the the only person he had to rely on, hated him with every fibre in her being. Draco Malfoy was stuck in the past with none other than Hermione Jean Granger.
"Granger," Draco hissed as the brunette walked quickly through the Hogwarts Halls towards the Headmaster's office.
"What?" She snapped, whirling around. He would have collided with her if he hadn't been paying attention.
"How the fuck do you know that we actually travelled back in time?" Draco cocked an eyebrow; he wasn't doubting her intelligence but there weren't any clear indications, at least not as far as he could see.
"Honestly, it's just a gut feeling. Something inside of me tells me we're in the wrong time." Hermione glanced nervously around them. The halls were empty, and the portraits had woken up and were staring at them curiously. Well that doesn't make any bloody sense, Granger.
"How do you know that Dumbledore is even here? Or that he's the Headmaster?" Draco groaned.
"We'll just have to go and see won't we?" Hermione smiled softly, "then we can go from there. I may not like you, Malfoy...but we have to stick together. You understand?"
"I may not like it, but agreed." Draco nodded, he remembered arguing with Granger in a corridor and then the ground seemed to shift and they both flew through a door. When he woke up, Hermione was pacing the small, bare room that they were in. Muttering things about time travel, he was growing more inclined to believe her. In their time it was December first, nineteen ninety-eight; most of their year returning to repeat their Seventh Year.
"Now we jus-"
"Oi! Who are you two?" A voice called from the end of the corridor behind them, Hermione saw a young Professor stalking towards them.
"Draco, we need to run...now!" Hermione said urgently, grasping his hand in hers instinctively. Hermione started sprinting down the corridor, paintings and doors flying by her. Draco ran next to her, he glanced back to see that the Professor had drawn their wand and was in hot pursuit. "I know a shortcut!" Hermione ducked right suddenly, dragging Draco with her. There was a short, narrow tunnel and when they emerged on the other side, the gargoyle that stood at the foot of the stairs that led to the Headmaster's office was right in front of them. "Lemon drops, Liquorice Whips, Sugar Quills, Pumpkin Fizz..." Hermione's shouting ceased when the gargoyle began to move; the hope, the tiny glimmer of it that had prayed Dumbledore was the Headmaster began to grow inside her. Hermione could hear the dull yelling behind her and she knew that they needed to get upstairs, now. Hermione ran up the stairs, Draco following closely behind her, when they emerged into the room, Hermione almost collapsed out of relief.
Sitting at the desk, looking up curiously at the two unfamiliar teenagers that had entered his office was Dumbledore. The Headmaster could feel the magic residue emitting off of the pair. Curious, most curious. "How may I help you?" He asked just as the Professor that had been chasing them reached the top of the stairs, panting heavily, hunched over, palms on his knees.
"It's alright, Bartholomew. I know you are just doing your job, but I can handle this," The Headmaster smiled brightly, the man looked stunned. He nodded nonetheless and dejectedly trekked back down the stairs. "He's still young, eager to impress you see," Dumbledore chuckled lightly, gesturing to the seats across from him. "Please, sit."
Hermione immediately walked forward and neatly sat down, Draco hesitated a moment longer; back in their time, he had in-avertedly caused his death. After a few moments of internal deliberation, Hermione peered over her shoulder at him, and smiled lightly. Why that small reassurance soothed him, he would never know.
"So I suppose you need my assistance then?" Dumbledore queried, looking back and forth between when they were all seated.
"Professor..." Hermione sighed, and then began to recount the past few hours, or what felt like hours. The Older Wizard dutifully listened to their tale, nodding and politely interjecting. Asking several questions, and when he asked what it was like in the future, Hermione tried to tread carefully. Dumbledore insisted they were completely honest with him, he took all of the information in stride. Hermione saw Draco flinch out of the corner of her eye when she explained that Dumbledore had died in their Sixth Year. Hermione thought that he would be upset about how things had turned out, but he calmly asked her to continue on. In the back of her mind, Hermione wondered if they were changing the future as she revealed all their secrets, but something else told her that this was the right thing to do.
"Well Miss Granger, the only question now is how are we going to integrate you into our time?" Dumbledore said pensively, his clasped hands resting on his desk. Hours had passed easily since they entered the room, and Hermione saw the sun had almost faded to be replaced by the night sky, the stars twinkling.
"Not how are we going to get back?" Draco said dryly, he had stayed quiet for the most part since they sat down, and the realisation that they were stuck here just occurred to him.
"We don't know exactly how you got here, so we need to carefully integrate you into our society."
"He's right, Malfoy." Hermione started chewing on her bottom lip, a realisation dawned on her face, her head snapped up and she addressed the Headmaster, "what year is it?"
"Oh how silly of me to forget, it is currently August twenty-sixth, Nineteen seventy-one." Dumbledore noticed how Hermione's jaw dropped and saw the inner turmoil behind the young witch's eyes. "My dear, what is it?"
"They come to Hogwarts this year... there is no way this is a coincidence." Hermione shifted in her seat to look at Draco.
"What do you mean, Granger? They?" Draco frowned, pursing his lips.
So I want to clear up a few things, this is just the prologue to this story, I have recently fallen in love with Time Travel fics (Shayalonnie's The Debt of Time and Misplaced Moony probably being my favourite). I'm going to be completely focused on Promise and It Was Her Ginger Hair, but I got this idea like...wait what if Hermione and Draco travelled back in time together? I hope it's a decent idea, and that it doesn't sound like I'm copying anyone :(. I just had this scratch that needed to be itched. Whenever I finish one of my other stories then I'll take this one up.