Inside Your Mind

a/n: I've already said this once before but if you only listen to one song while reading the corresponding chapter make it this one!! This song inspired the whole fic and it needs to be played while reading this chapter! It's just so... *chefs kiss*...

Inside Your Mind - The 1975

Hermione and Draco were stood watching Memory Draco read in what could faintly recognised as his bedroom at Malfoy Manor. Hermione could see from the other side of the room that it was Hogwarts: A History and one corner of her mouth turned up in a small smile. Memory Draco looked to be around twelve years old, Hermione thought, as he still seemed to retain that sliver of childhood innocence that had not been completely squashed by the time he reached their Second Year and began using derogatory words towards her and others.

I wonder if she read this and found it as boring as I do.

Hermione almost let out a gasp at the voice in her ears, the boyish, drawling voice that she was familiar with. It sounded so different to the masculine tone she was used to now. She wasn't aware that you could pull thoughts out with memories but she didn't get the chance to ask Draco how he had done it as his younger self began a new thought.

Never thought I'd read this dusty old book but she never stopped going on about it, all I heard from her this year was "I read about it in Hogwarts: A History" it felt like-

Memory Draco was startled out of his thoughts when his door was thrown open and Lucius Malfoy glided in in all of his frightening superiority.

'Draco,' Lucius snarled. 'Your Mother tells me that you were not top of your class for your First Year. She said that you didn't care, that you thought you'd lost out on the top spot fair and square.'

I wish he knew that it wasn't my fault that she is simply smarter than I am.

Memory Draco opened his mouth to speak, the book lay forgotten on the floor where he had dropped it in surprise, but Lucius cut him off.

Hermione gasped as she heard the slap of skin on skin; a red mark already blooming on Memory Draco's cheek.

'You will do better next year, I will not have my son ruin the reputation of our family by being bested by a filthy little Mudblood.' Lucius hissed before sweeping out of the room.

Hermione skin prickled with anger at the familiar phrase, she should have known that twelve year old Draco wouldn't have come up with that all on his own.

Maybe it's best that I don't tell Mother or Father that my current read is because of her influence.

In a puff of smoke the scene had changed; Memory Draco looked much the same, besides the addition of the familiar Malfoy scowl, and, when Hermione looked at her surroundings, she knew that it couldn't have taken place long after the last scene.

Memory Draco was stood at the balcony of the upper level of Flourish and Blotts.

Merlin, why did she have to bring them here? Doesn't she know the kind of people that could see them and not take kindly to their presence. What would Father say if he saw them?

Hermione followed Memory Draco's line of sight and found herself. Memory Hermione looked smaller than she ever remembered being at that age, her hair was bushier, her laugh louder, her freckles more pronounced after her recent holiday to France. It was almost unnerving seeing the difference almost ten years could make.