The Time Turner

A story in which Draco and Hermione run away with wone another and six years later, Gryffindors find out. I started this two years ago, and thought I would attempt to bring it some life!
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"Speaking of," Hermione started, she reached into her pocket and plucked the purple mesh bag from its resting place in her pajamas. "What does this mental contraption say to do?" She pondered with a facial expression that could only describe the events of their morning.

She untied the drawstring and uncinched the opening, plucking the card from the bag. She read the note once, proceeded to do a double take and read it again. Draco watched her eyes intently and when he noticed them furrow, he made his inquiry's, "what?" She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, she held the card in-between her pointer and her middle finger flicking her hand in his direction,

"You need to burn all that dried mistletoe in the back yard." And with that he cautiously took the paper and watched as she shook her head, walk into their bedroom, and close the door. Finally, he looked down at the note, and right below the instructions of how to use the crystals and the sage lay this message in a loopy and whimsical script written in purple ink,

These things may prevent Nargles, but once a home is infested, the only known way to eradicate them is to rid the home of mistletoe as this is where they breed and find shelter.

Draco slowly lowered his hand from eye level, and if on cue, a certain orange cat waddled his way into the room, sat by Draco's feet, looked at the note which had the words facing him, and looked inquisitively up at draco. How? Said the furball

"I have no idea." Draco responded in jest.

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