Magic of Lost Feelings

Author's Note:

This one's for Jessica Dizon! Happy Happy Birthday! haha

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and have no direct contact with J.K. Rowling. Details here are based on the Harry Potter Universe but most of them would be adaptations to that. As such, there may not be any accuracy nor precision with what Rowling actually intends for all the characters. In any case, J.K. Rowling is a great author and I wish to do justice to her in this piece.

Title: The Magic of Lost Feelings

Fandom: Harry Potter

Word Count: 1881

Rating: GP

Pairing: Draco x Hermione

Sitting on her comfortable chair, Hermione opened a letter sent by Professor McGonagall to her.

Dear Mrs. Weasley,

I regret to inform you that your daughter, Rose has fallen ill in Hogwarts. She is unconscious but stable. We still have no clue what is the ailment nor of its cause, but Madam Pomfrey is working on it. We would like to request your presence at the soonest possible time. It is also important that Mr. Weasley not know anything about this.

Minerva McGonagall

She quickly put on her robes, left a note for Ron that she’ll be late for dinner, and went to the fireplace. She grabbed some Floo Powder and stood on the fireplace. “Hogwarts Castle!” she yelled while dropping her handful of Floo Powder. She disappeared from the house and re-appeared at the Headmaster’s Office.

Sitting behind the majestic table was Hogwart’s current Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall. Still exuding the stern but motherly demeanor she greeted Hermione, “I am very sorry to have sent you such troubling letter, Hermione.”

“Please professor, what has happened to my daughter?” she asked.

“I will explain in a few minutes as we are still waiting for the Draco Malfoy to come,” Professor McGonagall replied.

“Draco? What does he have to do with this?” she asked again.

“Unfortunately, it is not only Rose who has befallen into this illness, but also Scorpius Malfoy.”

As she finished her words, the fireplace erupted in flames for an instant and from the flames emerged a man with blond hair and silver eyes.

“Good day, Draco!” greeted Professor McGonagall.

“There is nothing good with the day, Professor, considering what you wrote me,” replied Draco, “And what is Hermione doing here?”

“Well, as I am about to explain, both Rose and Scorpius contracted the same illness,” started Professor McGonagall, “They are both unconscious, similar to a sleeping curse, but it seems that we cannot undo the curse with potions or spells. We have tried our very best, as you may have known that Madam Pomfrey is nothing short of the best.”

“I was just wondering, Professor, why did you mention that I don’t talk about this with Ron?” asked Hermione.

“Well you see, when we found Rose, there was something in her hand, a piece of parchment,” replied Professor McGonagall as she showed them a piece of parchment and gave it to Hermione. The note written on the parchment:

‘Only Hermione must know. This is the Magic of Lost Feelings’.

Hermione shot a quick glance at Draco. He was still looking at the parchment; stunned at the words. “And how is Scorpius connected to this mess?” he inquired.

“There was another parchment, held by Scorpius,” she said as she revealed another parchment to Draco. This time the note written on the parchment says:

‘Only Draco must know. This is the Magic of Lost Feelings’.

This time Draco looked at Hermione, who looked as if blood was drained away from her face. Turning to him, Hermione said, “We need to go back.”

“Go back where?” asked Professor McGonagall.

“To where it all began,” said Draco.

-oOo-

Twenty five years ago

Hermione rushes down towards Draco shouting, “You! You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!“ Drawing her wand to Draco's neck as she prepares to cast a spell.

“Hermione, No!” shouted Ron, “He’s not worth it.”

Hermione drew her wand back and put down her hand. But just as quickly as she did, she threw a right hook towards Draco. Draco fell down to the ground, and after a brief moment, scampered away with Crabbe and Goyle.

Hermione calmed herself down a little bit, but she still felt the rush of punching Draco, “that felt good.”

Then she felt it. A little bit of remorse. Why am I sorry for Draco? She thought.

-oOo-

“It started when after first year, here was this Muggle-born wizard as brilliant as me,” said Draco.

Hermione cleared her throat.

“Ok, more brilliant than me, perhaps the most brilliant of our time,” recanted Draco.

“Well, to cut the story short Professor McGonagall, we had a something going on” interrupted Hermione.

-oOo-

twenty four years ago

Hermione was reading in the library trying to find a way to help Harry breath underwater. Suddenly, someone came by to sit with her.

“I don’t suppose, you’re going with Weasley to the Yule Ball,” said Draco to Hermione.

“What do you care, Malfoy?” asked Hermione.

“It’s just that he doesn’t deserve you,” he replied, “you deserve better.”

“Says the person who calls me ‘Mudblood’,” she retorted.

“Look, I didn’t mean to say it,” he said, “It was in the heat of the moment, I was protecting my honor.”

“At the expense of others,” she interrupted him, “very endearing Malfoy.”

“Come on,” he took her hand, “Let me prove to you that I’m not just a spoiled snot.”

“What else could you be?” asked Hermione, taking away her hand from Draco’s grasp, “A Death Eater?”

“No!” he quickly answered, “I’m not a Death Eater, I never want to be one.”

“But if your father forced you, you have nothing to say,” she said, “you’re nothing but your father's play thing.”

“I have my own will, Hermione,” he said, “I can decide for my–“

“Hermione,” she said, “you called me Hermione. Why?”

“It’s just, I’m tired of this animosity between us,” he said, “I mean, where will it lead us? More hatred?”

“And here I thought, you were well on your way to be the next Dark Lord,” she joked.

“Never!” he exclaimed, “So will you come with me?”

-oOo-

“In our fourth year, we really hit it from that moment” said Draco, “but we had to keep it down because my father would never hear of it.”

“When Voldemort came back to power, ” continued Hermione, “he threatened to tell everyone else what was happening.”

-oOo-

twenty two years ago

Draco and Hermione were sitting on the banks of the lake. Overlooking was the horizon with the setting sun.

“Draco,” Hermione broke the silence, “I could get used to this.”

“Me too,” said Draco, “I mean, it’s nice for a change,”

“But why do we have to keep this hidden?” asked Hermione, “Wouldn’t it be easier to show everyone that we can be best friends.”

“Jut Best Friends?” asked Draco back, “I think I’m in love with you Hermione.”

“Oh O-Ok,” stuttered Hermione, “But as I was saying, if you love me, why can’t we show it to everyone?”

“Because they won’t understand,” said Draco, “everyone believes that I hate you, and I’m expected to hate you.”

“And here I thought, you have your own will,” said Hermione, “You couldn’t even fight for the people you love.”

“They know Hermione,” said Draco, “My mother knows, and she mentioned that I must not continue on with this.”

“But why?” continued Hermione, “I don’t understand, why can’t you choose the person you love?”

“Because, if the Dark Lord finds out, he will kill you, and me,” replied Draco, “In order for my family to survive, we must obey the Dark Lord.”

“So when are you going to tell me?” asked Hermione.

“Tell you what?” asked Draco.

“That you’re a Death Eater.”

“I thought I wouldn’t have to tell you, because if I fail the Dark Lord, I’ll…”

Draco couldn’t bring himself to say it. If he didn’t kill Dumbledore, the Dark Lord will kill him and his family. That was his mission.

“You know I understand you,” said Hermione, “But I can’t just forget about you and everything else.”

“Nor will I,” replied Draco, “But I know of something. We can cast away our feelings through magic, and remove our memories.”

“Wouldn’t it back fire?” cautioned Hermione.

“I have no idea, but it’s worth a shot,” he said, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“May I kiss you for the first and last time?”

-oOo-

“We cast away our feelings using the Magic of Lost Feelings,” said Draco.

“In the end, we both felt that it was the right thing to do,” continued Hermione.

“But it wasn’t.” said Professor McGonagall finally breaking her silence, “The Magic of Lost feelings not only affects the caster but also your descendants, should your descendants fall in love with each other, the Magic will interfere with this.”

“So do you mean to say that Scorpius and Rose,” started Draco.

“Are in love?” said Draco and Hermione at the same time.

“Love moves in mysterious ways, Draco,” said Professor McGonagall, “And this is perhaps the Magic interfering with their love.”

“How do we undo it?” asked Draco.

“We need to acknowledge our feelings,” said Hermione.

“But we’re married!” exclaimed Draco, “We have our own families.”

“It doesn’t mean it’s not there,” retorted Hermione, “The only way to break the Magic is to find the lost feelings and acknowledge it’s existence, only then can we set them free.”

There was a long pause. Nobody spoke inside the office as the three weighed the options and repercussions of their next moves. Finally Professor McGonagall said, “I will leave you two to sort this out on your own, it is perhaps time to finally come clean with each other.”

She stood up from her desk and exited the Headmaster’s Office leaving Draco and Hermione alone.

“I don’t know how to do this Hermione,” said Draco, “every bone in my body tells me this is wrong, that I cannot love you and should not love you.”

“Love is not just a feeling,” said Hermione, “If there’s something I learned through the years, it’s that we choose to love a person. It is an act of will, a leapt of faith.”

They both sat silently thinking of what to say next. Draco was clearly agitated as he kept on rocking his chair with his feet. He stood up and paced the office.

“Will you sit and calm down, Draco?” asked Hermione.

“How can I calm down when it’s our kids on the line here?” retorted Draco.

“It’s not just our kids on the line here Draco,” said Hermione, “it’s our future.”

“I loved you once,” said Draco, “and perhaps I love you still.”

“I know,” said Hermione, “I do too.”

Hermione stood up and crossed the space between Draco and her. She took his face in her hand.

“Hermione,” whispered Draco, “What are you doing?”

“Choosing to love you this one moment,” she whispered back, as she leaned in and planted a kiss on Draco’s lips. Draco was stunned for a moment, but he felt it. There was something, a spark. He closed his eyes and let it flow, and suddenly he found himself returning her kiss. That was the most alive he felt, with Hermione in her arms. Nothing felt better than this before. It was as if the room felt warm and bright, but you can feel a gigantic wave washing over them, compelling them to continue, to love.

But the kiss didn’t last long. Hermione broke the kiss and said, “It’s time for us to go.”

“I understand,” replied Draco, “you will always be special to me, Hermione.”

“And you are, to me,” said Hermione.

The gargoyle at the entrance of the Headmaster’s Office suddenly opened to reveal Professor McGonagall all smiles and exclaiming, “ I have good news for both of you.”

-THE END-