4 Turns | Dramione

14 | perplexing outburst

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Aug 19 1612 (Sunday)

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The silver object in her hand glistened under the light. Her firm brown gaze fixated on him, perceiving his every muscle movement. Draco kept his face straight, perfectly concealed his astonishment. Letting anybody from a different timeline learn that you're a time-traveller was unacceptable by the Ministry; knowing how much of a stubborn, righteous person Hermione Granger was, it's hard to believe that she did something against the laws by showing him her Time-Turner, admitting that she indeed didn't belong here. The Hogwarts teacher's pet didn't play by the rules was like the sun rose in the west. The possibility of her going to tamper with his memory after her revelation was extremely high.

Still holding his golden Time-Turner before her, he slipped his free hand into his pocket cautiously while his alerted eyes remained on her, in case she made any offensive moves against him. His grasp tightened around his hawthorn wand before he spoke, not letting his guard down meanwhile.

"So, why are you here?"

She chewed on her lip; her brows squeezed together and formed wrinkles between them. Anxiety and hesitation were obvious. After a brief moment of contemplation, she replied in a shaking voice, "It's an accident. In my timeline, my job is to fix unusable Time-Turners. Unfortunately, I accidentally travelled back in time to here. I can't tell you the details since it's basically spoiling the future for you. Knowing what will happen in the future may impact the way you think and the way you behave. I can't risk that."

With the little information from her, Draco was certain about one thing-she's an Unspeakable. After the war, he'd been detached from most of his schoolmates and away from the gossips. He didn't care and had no idea what the others did for a living, except the ones who appeared on the newspaper frequently, such as Saint Potter-the Boy Who Couldn't Die, who had become the famous, invincible Head Auror recently; he'd been on numerous dangerous missions with his gangs, reminding the entire Wizarding World that he's indeed invincible every single month.

"Basically, you came here by accident and you can't find a way back to your time, am I right?"

She nodded her head as her arm dropped to her lap along with the silver device. "Right. You said you know how to create a Time-Turner earlier. Do you think it's possible to make a Time-Turner that can take its user to the future?"

If I know how to make that kind of Time-Turner, I won't be talking with you in this bloody place and time. I wouldn't be staying in this fucking hell, namely 17th Century for months, he cursed inwardly while making sure that none of his frustration was displayed. In fact, for the past month when he's alone, Draco had been trying to invent a Time-Turner like that, but, of course, he hadn't succeeded.

"I'm not sure. Never made something like that before. I only know how to make a regular one that can reverse time." He kept his voice low and peaceful to make it sound genuine and convincing. "But I won't say it's impossible. We can try."

Hermione's stiffen shoulders relaxed as her once dull eyes sparkled with optimism, causing him to loosen his grip on his wand. "You know, we aren't even friends, but you've helped me so many times. Thank you so much, Malone," she smiled. Her hopeful expression clenched his stomach while guilt devoured him bit by bit; he had to stop looking at her.

"As I've told you before, you look like someone I know. Helping you is only a way for me to redeem myself," he mumbled, avoiding meeting her eyes.

"I don't like feeling indebted to anybody. So, let me know when you have anything in mind that you want me to do."