"Draco's lips hovered over Hermione's. She could feel his ragged, hot breaths on her face as the world itself spun around them. Swirling flashes of time sparking off all as he focused on nothing but her. She felt his hands cup her face as she stared...
"Mind your own business Malfoy." The first year Hermione retorted with frustration, finding it almost instinctive to defend Harry.
The present day Hermione and Draco were stunned to see the young Malfoy, along with his two minions begin to stand from their table to walk to them. The small Draco stopped in front of the Tiny Hermione, who when seated, looked ever the more small. "I'm speaking to Potter," He spat as the redhead glared up at him in fury. "Not his sidekick."
She were about to speak again when the small blonde simply brushed her off as if she didn't exist, stopping and standing next to Harry who turned in his seat.
Josephine/Hermione looked to Warren/Draco in shock. He could read her expression as if she were speaking right to him. "This never happened." Her eyes read as she watched their past selves battle it out once again.
"Malfoy, let's not. I don't feel like another midnight detention spent with you." Potter sighed tiredly.
"Told you boys he was scared," The small Draco laughed to Crabb and Goyle who joined in.
"You are the one who ran Malfoy!" The small Hermione spoke, her angered face reddened, matching her curly locks.
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"Or have you already forgotten." Ron added, finding himself needing to jump into the conversation.
"You were not even there Wesley," Goyle Spat.
"Wesley has never been all 'there' to begin with." Crabb joked as the three Slytherin friends through their heads back in laughter.
The older Draco actually snorted, finding Crabbs joke to be quite hilarious. Ron Wesley would definitely not be remembered for his wits.
The older Hermione's eyes darted angerly to the present Draco's. Her expression quiet the same of her past selve, who was holding the very same look towards the young Draco.
"They are literally your problem," her eyes read. "Deal with this."
The full grown Slytherin beside her eventually cut in. "Boys," his voice more authoritative then he, or Hermione would've expected. "What exactly did you find in the Forbidden Forest? The Ministry has not been informed of any discoveries." He faked his inquiry, drawing their attention away from Wesley, who's shoulders had sunken down after Crabbs comments.
"Why?" The young Draco snapped to the full grown blonde Wizard. "It's not like you pencil pushers will do anything about it." He finished, Crossing his arms in spite. For once Harry, Hermione, and Ron were silent. No witty retorts, or objections could be heard. For the first time EVER, they were in agreement with Malfoy.
"I hate that I am saying this," The younger Hermione gazed over Rons shoulder to meet the older Draco's eyes, "but the Prat has a point."
The small blonde was cut off guard by his first year, messy haired classmate. Was Granger actually in agreement with him? He puzzled. Maybe the mudblood wasn't as vile as he thought.
"If not, they wouldn't be expecting a eleven year old to save the world." She finished, looking upon Harry with unintended Pity. His sea blue eyes met hers with a soft smile, although the prophecy had him wanting to vomit.
Goyle, and Crabb stared at Draco, now finding the whole situation uncomfortable. The little blonde cleared his throat. "That is why the Dark Lord will outsmart all of you. He will rule over us all very soon, even you "chosen one". He mocked, praising Voldemort in the process.
The older Malfoy's body grew tense, as he suddenly stood from the table to face his younger self, who barley came up to his chest. The boy backed away in fear but Draco quickly snached his arm harshly.
"Malfoy!" The older Hermione yelled in shock. Both sets of blonde heads turned her way. "Warren!," She corrected. "What are you doing?" She asked, lowering her voice as other students tired to listen in.
"Me, and little Draco here are going to have a little chat." He said calmly as he practically dragged the child out of the main hall.
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"My father will hear about this you dog!" The small Draco fought as the larger one pulled him along until they were alone, outside the grand hall.
"You want the dark lord to come back?" Draco asked with intensity as he stopped and turned towards his younger self. He didn't remember ever wanting Voldemort to return, but their he was, saying those words that a boy at his age couldn't even begin to understand. "Answer me!" He spoke again once the child remained silent.
"It is the prophecy," The little Draco spoke, glaring angerly into the eyes that matched his own. "Potter doesn't stand a chance, and like Granger said, those idiots are leaving it up to him."
"That is Cowardly," Draco spoke. The nagging feeling of self realization hitting him as he set the boys arm free.
"Cowardly?" The boy laughed at him. "It is not Cowardly to root for the winning team," he spoke factly "That is just being smart."
"No," Draco spoke as he let the child's arm go, along with the anger he held within him. He hasn't fully realized how ill-raised he had been until now. He's blue eyes filled with pity as he spoke again. "Their is nothing smart about following the dark lord." Draco pressed. "He is a horrid, vile beast like none you could ever dream of. He made me do horrible things, things that your childish mind can even begin to understand." He admitted, the topic making him very uncomfortable.
The small blonde looked up at the 'Ministry inspector' with disbelief. "You know nothing of him, You are a mere pencil Pusher!" He spat. "He would never pay you time of day." The first year, entitled Brat challenged.
Draco bore down at the child with disappointment, almost like someone who looked opon themselves in the mirror, disliking their reflection.
His hand reached down to lift his sleeve for the second time that day, though this time willingly and not out of extreme pain.
The young wizards eyes widened at the sight of the dark mark tattoo. The snake catching his attention immediately. To the small Malfoy, it looked almost as if the animal had been starring at him. He shuttered. He had only ever read about the mark in large books, Dusty Scriptures that were to disturbing for a normal child's eyes.
The large Draco watched the small version of himself back away, obviously now afraid of the man that stood before him.
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