fic: Forget Me Not
Title: Forget Me Not (1/?)
Author: withdrawnred
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger, featuring Harry/Luna
Chapter Word Count: 6819
Rating: R
Warnings: Angsty
Summary: Memories are the building blocks of our being, the glue that bonds us together. And we are mere shadows of our selves without them.
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize isn't mine, including the lovely characters. Sad, but true.
Betas: callarose, dormiensa, jenl3227
Note: The first half (prologue and parts 1 and 2) were written for the first round of dramione_remix, but I unfortunately couldn't finish the story in time. So, here it is -- published outside of the fest.
Prologue
Year 0, Day 0, Hour 20:00
“I was under the impression that you rarely attend social events,” Hermione Granger comments just as her companion reaches for his wine glass. Her own hand is entwined in the chain of the locket that always graces her neck. “In fact, I think you said as much yourself … but with a few choice words, of which I think ‘swine’ was the most tame.”
Draco Malfoy glances up from the table, lips clamped together in an attempt not to laugh. “Normally. But I just can’t resist a free quality meal. Especially at the Ministry’s expense.”
The corners of her mouth turn up. “Who knew you were so cheap?”
Author: withdrawnred
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger, featuring Harry/Luna
Chapter Word Count: 6819
Rating: R
Warnings: Angsty
Summary: Memories are the building blocks of our being, the glue that bonds us together. And we are mere shadows of our selves without them.
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize isn't mine, including the lovely characters. Sad, but true.
Betas: callarose, dormiensa, jenl3227
Note: The first half (prologue and parts 1 and 2) were written for the first round of dramione_remix, but I unfortunately couldn't finish the story in time. So, here it is -- published outside of the fest.
Prologue
Year 0, Day 0, Hour 20:00
“I was under the impression that you rarely attend social events,” Hermione Granger comments just as her companion reaches for his wine glass. Her own hand is entwined in the chain of the locket that always graces her neck. “In fact, I think you said as much yourself … but with a few choice words, of which I think ‘swine’ was the most tame.”
Draco Malfoy glances up from the table, lips clamped together in an attempt not to laugh. “Normally. But I just can’t resist a free quality meal. Especially at the Ministry’s expense.”
The corners of her mouth turn up. “Who knew you were so cheap?”