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A silver sickle rolled over his knuckles deftly, a gesture of boredom while he was waiting for Astoria to finish her class. The coin stopped it’s movement as he looked up and saw someone .”What, you never seen a coin trick before?”
“No, don’t be silly. There are other meals I could threaten to go without you as well. Like breakfast or lunch. Coffee. Or even ice cream.” A smile graced her features and remained there as they exited the building. “Th town car is waiting. I took care of everything.” Astoria had wasted no time in, not only getting acquainted with her surroundings, but getting her finances in order as well. Being born with a silver spoon had its perks even while stuck in the non-magical world.
Draco rolled his eyes at her and sighed at her response, though it was more fond than anything else. "So I'm going to be stuck wearing muggle clothes all the time is what you're saying." he replied, shaking his head. "Town car?" he queried as he followed along after her, taking her by the hand as they walked. He wasn't surprised that she had everything all together already, he was used to her being able to adapt to things a lot better than he could.
there’s a moment of silence, followed by a sigh. why had all of his recent conversations with his parents turned difficult? how had he gotten himself involved in drama from their time? “it all sounds complicated.”
"I know what you mean. But it’s not really that complicated for me... I’m further along than Astoria and Pansy, “ he said, shrugging his shoulders. “Nothing's going to change the fact that I'm in love with Astoria. That I have been since I was 20."
“Just because I want to go back because my friends and oh, my parents don’t remember me, doesn’t mean that I’m not smart, that only means that I care about others” After all, that was true, honestly, he couldn’t understand that because he was in a different time, everything was okay in his time but in her time it wasn’t “I was planning to do that, in the right time” Hermione rolled her eyes once and sighed “I wasn’t really talking about the war” And actually she wasn’t, she was talking about all those years, sure, he was very arrogant but when danger was around, he was always a coward and she knew that, at least now he was different or she thought that.
“I understand that. But whining about it isn’t going to solve your problems.” He shook his head at her for a moment. Though Draco would've loved to get back and live life with Astoria in his comfy cottage in the middle of nowhere, he was probably stuck here. And really, he could make the best of it or he could be whiny like her. "Firstly, do me a favor, mention that to Astoria if you ever see her. She'll probably want to discuss it with you." he said, nodding his head slightly. “Secondly you have no idea what life is like for a pureblood kid.”
Mary nodded at the description. “I guess she is not from the same year as I am then? Because it sounds like she would be hard to miss indeed,” the girl laughed a little. “I just cannot remember that I have seen her somewhere yet.”
"She's definitely memorable. Not always in a good way." he said, shrugging his shoulders. He found Hermione obnoxious, at least at the stage she was currently at "She was in my year. So obviously after your time."
Pansy’s emotions were running wild within her chest; unsure which one to let him see first. She had so much to say, to show him from keeping her emotions held so closely to her chest. ❝The others.❞ Pansy gave a small laugh as she let go of his hand. ❝I was so worried about other things that faking a conversation became second nature.❞ Pansy sat back against the diner booth, folding her hands on the table top. Her insides cringed when he said he loved the other girl but hid her physical reaction. ❝I don’t blame her. I blame myself after what you’ve told me. I need to explain myself to you. I don’t care if you want to hear it not. I’m telling you, Draco.❞ Pansy said, her attitude starting to return to her normal collected self. ❝I suppose I always seemed distant around you because I didn’t know how to show how I felt, I still don’t. It’s my father’s fault. But, you were always on my mind. There was hardly a day that passed when I didn’t think about you, or your well being. It got considerably difficult when we were in our sixth year. I remember your head in my lap on the train, and I thought you..—❞ Pansy cut herself off, clearing her throat as she blinked, trying to hide the tears that were welling up. ❝What I thought doesn’t matter now. I don’t expect you to give some sort of verbal answer to all this. I just, I need to tell you.❞ Pansy swallowed thickly, lifting her hand to swipe under her eyelashes to wipe the tears away. ❝Growing up my father was cold and my mother a drunk. It isn’t something I’m proud to admit and I carry a lot of shame within myself. I suppose I leaned on you for support more than you realized, more than I realized and I..—❞ Again, she stopped. Her green eyes looked at his face and she could see the boy she loved was a man, a different person. Her heart felt like it was being consumed by a blackhole, leaving nothing but a hollow shell. She felt as if her Draco had died, never to be heard from again. Pansy got up from the booth, taking a few steps before she stopped in front of him. Leaning down, she raised her hand to his cheek, her touch delicate but cold. Pansy pressed her lips to his in a simple kiss, pulling away after a few seconds. ❝..—and I realized if I didn’t do that now, that it would never happen.❞ She said in a whisper, surprised by her own boldness. ❝I would very much like to try and be friends with you too, Malfoy.❞ She said, changing his name to his last, attempting to make a clean break for herself. Pansy knew she needed to if she wanted to truly be friends with him. ❝Do you mind calling me Parkinson, like you used to? I want to give this friendship a chance and being a bit more formal might help.❞
Draco was unsure what he could do to stop her from speaking, so he just sat there and listened to it slightly detached from the situations. Mainly because it had been so long since he had been the person that she was talking about. It had been seven years for him since he had pushed away a girl he cared about to try and keep her from the feeling the stain of his choices. He had thought in his childish mind that it had been the best thing for her, but obviously not with what he witnessed in front of him. He listened to her, but lacked the words in which to respond appropriately. Plus he was sure that whatever he said, it wouldn't be something she wanted to hear and would only make everything worse. He hadn't expected the kiss and by the time it registered properly that it happened, it was already over. "I'll call you Parkinson." he agreed with a slight nod of his head. "But if you want this friendship to work, you probably shouldn't kiss me again." He was at the point already half planning out the text that he was going to send Astoria about this when Pansy left.
“Do not call me like that and maybe I am young but I’m still smarter than you and I know that for now I don’t have a way to be back at my time but I will find a way eventually, there is always a way” Even if it takes months, she knew that always are a way for everything “Oh, please, it’s not. If I have a bit of faith doesn’t make me stupid. I’m just worried, I used to have a time turner to be in all the classes, playing with time is never a good thing, that’s all I know and maybe it’s not the same because I only travelled in time like a few hours but it applies the same rules. But it’s a good thing that I’m talking to you and not the Malfoy of my time, I’m sure you know why, you should remember how scared you were”
“Well you’re sure as hell not acting like you're smarter than me." he rolled his eyes at her antics, shaking his head. It wasn't as if he didn't want to get back to his old life and be with Astoria there. But he still had her here. So it was pretty much the case of not caring where they were. "So just obliviate yourself if you ever get back. You're not going to be able to not learn things from the future when you're about 10 years into it." Draco's eyebrows raised at Hermione as she brought up him being scared during the war. "Everyone was scared, it was war." Those words were almost a direct quote from Astoria since they had talked for hours and hours on the subject of the war.
Somehow having someone verbalize the way she felt made her feel validated. Time and time again she had agonized over it. Overthinking the smallest of actions and worrying about the ramifications they could have on her future. That was what she loved about Draco. He didn’t talk down to her or treat her like Daphne’s little sister. He saw her as an equal. And now he was trying to placate her fears by promising to change their son’s school in the future. “I’d like that,” she said with a small nod, his kiss still lingering on her lips. “I love you, Draco Malfoy.” Astoria said with a short laugh seemingly in awe of her own confession. It wasn’t as if the feelings weren’t already obvious. This was just her first time saying it aloud. “And if you think we can do this then I’m in.”
He smiled at her reaction to his words, his hand lightly carding through her hair as he looked down at her too. "I love you too, Astoria Greengrass." he replied, a smile forming as he realised that this was the first time she had said it. It might've been selfish to himself in the past, but he couldn't help the feeling it gave him as he looked down at her. Things were already changing because he was older, more open with his feelings and letting someone else love him. He was happy to hear that she already did. "We can do this. If anyone can, we can." he said honestly, grey blue eyes meeting brown.
“And still I am older than you… technically,” Mary shrugged her shoulders lightly, grinning at the thought. “And I also promise my questions are going to stop now, just - one more, please? You really need to tell me who Granger is, if you want me to bother her instead of you from now on.”
“A technicality for sure.” he replied with a small laugh, shaking his head. Thinking of a 17 year old being older than him was a pretty amusing prospect, even he had to admit. "It's no issue. Hermione Granger. Bushy hair, know it all aura, she's kind of hard to miss."
his lips twitch slightly at the joke before he suddenly blurts out his question. “what is pansy parkinson to you?”
Draco was taken aback by the question. “A school friend I pushed away to keep safe during the worst time in my life. She also thinks that she's in love with me.""
scorpius grinned at the laugh he managed to get from his dad. “i think i somehow managed to get the good parts of both of you.” it was nice knowing that this version of his father at least seemed ready to get with his mother. it was weird whenever he had tried to talk to him mom about draco before now. “blackmail..you know, i never considered that. thanks for the idea. i hope future you doesn’t regret mentioning that too much.” he replied with a large grin slipping across his features.
“That’s a relief.” Draco would know that it would sound like he was almost joking, but he wasn't joking in the slightest. He was already at the point where didn't want Scorpius to have the kind of upbringing that Draco himself had. Be twisted and molded into the same kind of person that Draco himself had been. "Ah damn. I'm probably going to regret that someday, now that you mention it." he said, a grin also finding it's way onto his own face as well.
Maybe he was right but she was worried about Ron, he was there and she was worried about the rest as well. Her gaze went to her arm and just covered that with her sleeve of her shirt, almost forgot about that scar when she was torture and that’s another reason why she wanted to be back “You don’t understand” She crossed her arms andd just looked in another direction, not really at him “Yeah, I got it, I’m not stupid as you can remember”
“It’s you the doesn’t understand. But what else should I expect from a child.” he retorted back, rolling his eyes in Hermione’s general direction. He did feel like he was surrounded by magical children everywhere, with the exception of Astoria. “Well that’s debatable.” For the apparent smartest witch of her age, Draco couldn’t help but think that she seemed like she didn’t exactly make the smartest choices.
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