Summary: Sequel to Unbelievably. Hermione is bound to Draco, whether she like it or not. She is determined on finding a way to get rid of the bracelet that binds her to him, but something unexpected happens... DMxHG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. They belong to J. K. Rowling. I only own the plot!
A/N: You need to read Unbelievably before you read this story. You don't have to, but I won't answer questions if you ask why she has that bracelet, and why – yada, yada, yada...! Read Unbelievably and you'll understand.
Thanks to: Everyone who gave me a review for my last chapter. I know that it has taken me a terribly long time to update, but guess what… this is an update! Amazing, huh? And… it's the final chapter of the story.
Betas: Sabrina (Savage-Lilly) & Kate (Elemental Dragon1). I love you!!
Previous – last chapter of 'Bound to you':
"Page 231," she said.
Draco opened the book and flipped though the book until he reached the right page. "How to communicate with an alternative world?" He looked at her questioningly.
"Yes. Maybe we can communicate with the other you – the one from the alternative world?"
He nodded, "it is worth a try."
Chapter 6 – Through time and space
"... and then a little asphodel," said Hermione, stirring the potion they would need to communicate with the alternative world. She briefly thought about the ingredient she had just added and hoped that the powdered root of asphodel, which she knew was also used in the Draught of Living Death, would help them. She mentally shrugged the feeling of 'failure' off and tried not to think about the fact that this plant was traditionally associated with the afterlife and the underworld.
"If this doesn't work we can always get Longbottom to blow up a potion again," said Draco with a snicker. Hermione couldn't help but smile at the thought. She glanced into the black cauldron and wondered if it would have been better to try and recreate the potion-failure from Neville. That had thrown her into the alternative world in the first place, right? She mentally shook her head No, following the potion book's instruction would be best and if it didn't work they could always track down Neville and make him help or mess it up again.
"Draco," she whispered, using his given name instead of surname. She had seen no point in using his last name when the bracelet would just force her say his given name anyway. "It is time," she said with a nod and gestured towards the bubbling potion in the cauldron she was currently stirring clockwise.
"Maybe I should stay back here?" he tentatively questioned, looking quizzically at her for a few seconds.
"Scared?" she asked, smirking. She herself couldn't help but feel a bit scared, but she would never admit that to him.
"Scared? Granger, come on, as if I, Draco Malfoy, could ever get scared of meeting myself," he drawled, shaking his head confidently.
"Not even a tiny bit?" she asked in a more serious tone. She could have sworn that she heard him say yes.
She followed the Slytherin with her eyes as he moved around in the room, striking matches and lightening the surrounding candles, which had been placed in all four quarters of the globe.
She distinctively heard him murmur the spell and watched as greyish streams of lights flew from the point of his wand and towards the cauldron. The bubbling started to fade out and sparks erupted from the surface, making small popping and crackling sounds.
"Is it supposed to do that?" she asked, but never got an answer. She turned around, but everything was spinning and Draco was getting further and further away. She heard a faint whistling sound, which grew louder and louder. She tried to reach for him, and it seemed like he was reaching for her as well, but it was hard to tell because of the sudden fog which surrounded her body, twirling around her as if… was that grass? A storm rose around her - a wall of grass covered her body. The whistle stopped and the grass fell to the ground.
Hermione turned around, startled. She held onto the big oak tree next to her, breathing heavily, trying to figure out why she had landed in the forbidden forest.
"Is everything ok? You look like you have just run a marathon."
She gulped down her saliva, took a deep breath and then licked her dry lips.
"That is exactly how I feel," she managed to say, feeling very like she had indeed run a marathon. Her head was pounding and she inwardly growled of the upcoming headache she knew would come within a few seconds.
"Wait, Draco…" she started, suddenly realising that perhaps this wasn't the real Draco. "How did you get here?" she asked, trying to question him, so that it could have more than one meaning.
"I walked," he said, shaking his head while laughing. She felt all the blood run from her face, making her as pale as the Slytherin she was standing in front of. Wait, Slytherin? Her eyes flickered to his tie and noticed completely different colours than green and silver – red and yellow. Draco was a Gryffindor?!
"How did you get here?" he suddenly asked his voice sounding sweet and amused. She felt her knees go soft and the blood rushing back into her cheeks.
"Ehh, I walked?" she tried to lie, but apparently failed miserably.
"Nice try 'Mione," he said and then grabbed her bracelet-covered wrist softly, tugging her closer to his body. "I see you are still wearing my gift," he whispered, his lips awfully close to her ear.
"Eh?" she muttered, and mentally hit herself for her oh-so-brilliant comeback.
"I must admit, when Harry first suggested that I should buy this for you I was a bit uncertain if you would approve… but when I saw how that slimy Slytherin git Ron looked at you, I knew I had to do something to keep the males away from my girl."
Huh? Hermione stared at him, feeling herself blush horribly. He pecked her lips quickly before releasing her wrist again. This was all too much for her. Hermione looked around, trying to see if the real Draco by any chance happened to be sucked into this mess as well. This was all wrong. Draco as a Gryffindor? That was almost worse than Harry and Ron being Slytherins! Well, almost. Wait, Ron was a Slytherin in this world too?
"Come on Hermione, as much as I would rather spend the rest of the day alone with you, Hagrid told me to come get you and I doubt that he will be pleased to hear that you are hiding in the Forbidden Forest," reprimanded Draco and started to walk towards the clearing just a few yards away. Hermione nodded, feeling quite faint.
Hermione stopped dead in her tracks. She was sure she had heard the Draco from her own world. No one else but him could say her name like he did… well, the Draco in the other alternative could, but he had a more venomous tone when he spoke and he had never called her Granger, but rather mudblood or something similar. She found herself pleased that she hadn't ended up there again. True, she hadn't gotten the bracelet from the Gryffindor Draco, but having to face the very evil-alternative Draco wasn't that appealing.
"Draco?" she asked in a whisper, trying to find the blond wizard amongst the trees.
"Over here!" came the muffled reply. She turned to look behind her and found the Slytherin waving her closer.
She walked towards him, while sending anxious glances towards the Gryffindor Draco. When she was finally close enough for them to talk without having to worry about the blond Gryffindor would hear them, Draco grabbed her arm and dragged her with him deeper into the forest. She noticed a leaf in his hair, but chose not to tell him, seeing as he was already pissed off.
"That's it!" he practically screamed. "A Ravenclaw would have been okay, but a bloody Gryffindor!?"
Hermione tried not to chuckle. She really did. But the entire situation was just too damn much for her not to laugh. As she laughed she idly wondered what she had done to piss off the woman above so much that she had to be punished so severely… It was just so damn hilarious. She, Hermione Granger, the know-it-all bookworm, who had always finished her homework on the day it was assigned, was being punished for something and she had no idea why.
"Get a grip, Granger. You're acting like a loon," he said, sneering.
This comment made her stop for a few seconds before she started again. The leaf in his hair was sticking out on the back of his head.
"I know." She managed to gasp between her giggles.
"Well, stop it. I demand you to stop!"
She immediately stopped, the bracelet forcing her to do so. He moved his head closer to her, daring her to utter another sound. The movement made the leaf fall to the ground. She followed it with her eyes as it gently landed on the ground.
"Finally," he muttered and continued to drag her further into the forbidden forest, crushing the leaf under his left foot in the process.
"Draco, what are you doing here?" a girly-voice asked loudly Gryffindor Draco a few meters away from them. They both froze in their steps, not bold enough to walk any further.
"What do you mean, 'Mione? I was looking for you – I told you just before…"
Draco and Hermione shared a look before they both blushed and stepped away from each other. Hearing their alternative-selves talking in a very intimate tone together was too much for both of them. Hermione's heart was racing and she wondered if Draco could hear it.
"…No, not here. Let's wait until we get back to our room this afternoon," said the girl, giggling softly.
Hermione frowned. Gryffindor Draco and her own alternative-self was a couple? They waited until the couple was completely gone before they dared moving from their hiding place.
"Let's go back home, now!" said Draco, refusing to meet her eyes when she looked at him. She nodded; she also wanted to get home to her own world again - the sooner the better.
She grabbed Draco's hand and instantly blushed again when she remembered what they had just witnessed minutes before. Draco whispered the spell, and in a blink of an eye they were back in the classroom where they had started.
They stood still for a few minutes, both not daring to move.
Suddenly Draco moved to her side, grabbing her chin with his thumb and forefinger and forced her head upwards, their eyes meeting. He looked angry, and she tried to cringe away from him.
"You kissed him!" he finally said, his blond hair falling into his glaring eyes.
"Kissed who?" she asked, slightly confused. Then she apprehended what he was talking about. "No. He kissed me."
She shook her head, trying to get free of his grasp. She was unsuccessful. He tightened his grasp, and she was sure it would leave a mark. Then his other hand, which had been hanging somewhat loosely down his side, made it to her upper arm, where he grasped her as well. Then he pressed his lip to hers.
They just stood there with lips pressed against each other. Draco made no move to deepen the kiss, and she was not sure how to react. Then they moved apart, both gasping for air. His grip on her chin loosened and so did his grip on her upper arm.
She looked confusedly at him, quizzically studying his face, trying to understand why he had kissed her. True, it had only been lips upon lips, it had not been intimate at all, yet she found herself yearning for that forbidden intimacy.
"He kissed me," she said, and pressed her lips against his again. However, this time she tentatively ran her tongue across Draco's lips and felt a tingle in her stomach when he slightly opened his mouth, allowing her to deepen the kiss. Then, as if he had awakened from his daze, he moved her backwards, making her gasp in surprise when she felt her back touch the cold wall.
Her hands moved to his hair, forcing his head closer to hers. Then, one of his hands moved to her leg, lifting it and hoisting it around his waist in one single motion that made her utter a slight moan of surprise.
"What are we doing?" he asked, his voice sounding shaky.
"I don't know," she answered, her own voice just as unsteady as his. "I just…" she was cut off by another kiss, this time initiated by him. His one hand softly touched her thigh on the leg that was still around his waist, the other hand was buried deeply in her hair, forcing her head closer to his.
A sudden sound made them jump apart. They both looked towards the door, but it was still closed.
"Did you hear that?" asked Draco, looking at her.
"Yeah. What do you reckon it was?" she asked, her hands trying to tame her hair which Draco had messed up when they had kissed even more than it already had been.
She stopped what she was doing and looked at him.
She looked at her wrist and noticed that the bracelet was gone. Then she looked at the floor where the bracelet was laying neatly, the inscription still visible.
Her other hand touched the now bare wrist and she couldn't help but feel oddly sad.
Draco picked it up and looked at it closely. She saw his eyes widen in surprise and she moved closer to see what had gotten him so upset.
"Always mine," she read, also surprised that there was text on the inside of the bracelet as well. She had never seen that before, but then again, she had never been able to get if of her wrist until now.
"What do you think happened? I mean," she mumbled, continuing when Draco looked at her quizzically, "what made it unlock?"
"I don't know," he said, shrugging slightly. "But who cares, right? Now it's off and we can go our separate ways…"
"Yeah," she said, looking at the bracelet, which Draco had just pressed into her hands. Always mine. Through time…
It wasn't until she heard the door close that she realized she was now alone in the room. He had left her. Before she knew what she was doing, she found herself running to the door and pulling it open with such force that it hit the wall with a loud bang.
"Draco!" she called, noticing him walking around the corner. "Draco!" she called again, and started to run after him down the hallway and around the corner.
"Draco!" she called for the third time and was pleased when she saw him stop and turn around. She ran towards him and flung her arms around his neck.
"What are you doing Granger?" he asked, clearly surprised.
She pressed the bracelet into his hands and told him to look at the inscription inside again.
"Always mine," he read aloud, looking at her if she was crazy. Then the sun from the window caught the bracelet and a new sentence was formed. "Through time and space," he finished.
"I think we are meant to be together," she awkwardly whispered, still not sure about this herself.
"Why would you say that?" he asked, raising one eyebrow, looking at her. She felt herself blush under his stare, feeling suddenly very conscious about her appearance. Her one hand immediately went to her hair, tugging a frizzy curl behind her ear.
"Well… if you think about it… In the first alternative world I kind of ended up with… ehm… well, you and you gave me the bracelet. Then we go to the other alternative world where you and I are obviously a couple and you've given me a bracelet as well. And then… we are here…"
"So… what exactly are you saying?" he enquired, smirking.
"Maybe we should give it a try?" she asked, looking outside the window. She could see the Quidditch pitch far away, and it looked like it was the Gryffindors who were training judging from the colour of the zooming blurs.
"You want us to date?" he asked, his smirk growing wider.
She looked at the bracelet and thought about the time she had been bound to the Slytherin in front of her. She was almost positive that the bracelet was meant to be a 'couple' bracelet. However, the evil Malfoy from the first alternative world had misused it and instead bound her to him and apparently this Draco as well – perhaps even to all the Draco Malfoy's in the entire universe. But it had fallen off on its own; the spell had to have been broken somewhere along the process… when they had kissed.
"Fine," he suddenly said. She briefly wondered what he was talking about when she remembered what they had been talking about. "But only if you'll wear a bracelet with the words 'Property of Draco Malfoy' engraved on it," he said, laughing softly, a twinkle in his eyes.
"Oh you!" she said and hit his shoulder softly. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.
"What if someone sees us?" she asked, allowing him to back her up against the wall. He took the bracelet and put it on her wrist where it used to be, however, this time it was not binding her to him – only showing the rest of the world that she was his… girl. Through time and space.
"Who cares," he murmured and gently kissed her on the lips.
This was the final chapter. Again, I would like to thank my betas for their brilliant suggestions and help with grammar. Thanks to all of you guys who have faithfully read my stories (Unbelievably and Bound to you). It would not have been the same without you.
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