❝𝐀𝐒 𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐈 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋.❞
Hermione Granger x fem!oc
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This was a dream.
Yeah...this was all just a bad dream. Nora just had to pinch herself and wake up, in her bed at Hogwarts. She should wake up soon, or else she would miss breakfast, and be late to class. She remembered that she had Transfiguration, and Mcgonagall would not be pleased if she was late. Nora just had to wake up...
She suddenly was snapped into reality, by Draco, who was holding her hand tightly. Without looking at him, she could tell that he turned pale, and that he was probably close to pissing himself.
Right, she was in reality now. And she really wished she wasn't.
"Hello?" She finally mustered out.
"I see that my presence has surprised you," The man chuckled, red eyes flashing.
Nora suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder, pushing her forward, closer.
"Yes my lord, this is her," stated Uncle Lucius, now beside her.
"She certainly has her features," That man stated. "However I see her father in that face as well."
Uncle Lucius nodded in agreement.
Nora was just standing there, in a room full of people, staring her down. And him. Potter wasn't lying.
He was there, right in front of her. Watching her as she smiled nervously and as small drops of sweat dripped down her forehead and neck. In fact, he was probably reading her mind, reading her thoughts, and how afraid she was.
"That is your son I presume," He asked, turning his gaze to Draco. Nora glanced at the floor.
"Yes, it is. Draco Lucius Malfoy."
"Ah, wonderful. I can see much potential in the both of them."
"Thank you my lord," Uncle Lucius replied, voice filled with joy, or relief. Nora couldn't really tell.
"He can leave now, all of you can," He said, nodding at everyone at the table. Nora looked up hopefully, and turned her heel.
"Except you Miss Lestrange, I would like to have a word with you."
Nora would have scoffed or made a face in annoyance, before reminding herself where she was and who was talking to her. Quickly, she turned around and smiled tightly.
Once she heard the door shut, the man got up himself, startling Nora. He chuckled once more, before taking a few steps forward, then stopping.
"You needn't worry, I don't intend harming you." He stated. "Although, the fear cannot be helped..."
Nora only awkwardly stared at this.
"Are you surprised Miss Lestrange? At my return? That I, who is supposed to be dead, am here in your dining room?"
