March Dramione Quiz - Time Travel

Mar 20, 2009 17:49


*Clears throat*

Attention dramione addicts fans!

Class is now in session. Welcome to the March edition of Dramione Quiz! Ah, March - the time of year when many of us would either like to travel forward to flee from the brutal winter weather…or maybe travel back to enjoy more of it *shudders* . Keeping that in mind, this month’s theme is Time Travel. So grab something quick to snack on and match the following six stories to their passages.

Once Upon A Thyme by zensho

A Familiar Place III by AnneM.Oliver

Meet The Kids by DMTABF

Why We Fight by Zephyr Seraphim

The Fool, The Emperor, and The Hanged Man by icanthe_waiting.

Acceptable Loss by celticsass

1.

“She adores you, Granger,” Draco said with a small smile that seemed very forced. “She might even like you better than me sometimes.”

“Only when you keep disappointing her by not finding a suitable witch to marry and give her grandchildren,” Hermione said with a soft laugh. “She’s been pestering for you to bring a witch to the ball I know. Are you at least going to honor that request?”

“Well, I’m not exactly sure I’m ever going to be ready for marriage, so I guess I’ll continue to disappoint her,” Draco said with a careless shrug. “And, I was fairly certain of your attendance, so I wasn’t particularly in need of an escort.” When he finished his last statement there was something intense and meaningful in his eyes that Hermione couldn’t place, or perhaps she chose to ignore.

There were times that she would catch him watching her, a strange gleam in his grey gaze that Hermione always wondered about afterward. It was usually when he thought she wasn’t paying any attention, but she’d seen him staring and she was always left flustered and feeling very warm. Then, sometimes, her cheeks would burn or the hairs on the back of her neck would stand on end and she wouldn’t even have to turn to know that his eyes were on her, studying her.

“I’ll leave you to your plotting; whatever it is that you’re going to do that’s much more important than my mother’s ball.”

2.

"So," said Hermione, once the older Malfoy had finished asking James if he would mind calling Harry a few choice insults in his next letter, all in good humor, of course.

"So," said the older Hermione, smiling.

"What should we call you?" Hermione asked, not knowing what else to say.

The adults exchanged a thoughtful glance.

"That's a good question," the older Hermione mused. "What should you call us?" She grinned slyly at her (Hermione winced) husband. "I suppose you don't want it to be anything to do with fe-"

"All right, that's enough," said the older Malfoy loudly, turning pink. The older Hermione laughed and, forgetting their unspoken "no physical contact" rule, touched his hand. Hermione, remembering their argument from the previous night, glanced at Malfoy out of the corner of her eye; he was positively radiating anger and had turned crimson.

"Well, you could call Mum "Beauty"," Lizzie suggested brightly. "That's Dad's pet name for her, revolting as it is . . ."

Both Hermione's reddened, and the older Malfoy winced.

"If you ever call me that," Hermione said through gritted teeth to Malfoy. "I will slap you. Again."

"If I ever call you that, please kill me," Malfoy said fervently, looking quite as if he meant it.

3.

Snape's eyes widened. "Hellebore and wolfbane? Twice as much? How could they have been so stupid? I instructed them carefully about hellebore, wolfbane, and thistledown," Snape stated. "It makes the potion unstable, there's no telling how they managed to end up in 1977...or how they'll ever get back."

Lupin's eyes widened at Snape's comment. "They can't stay in the past, Severus!" Lupin cried. "Do you have any idea how much will change? Sirius was practically drooling over the girl. You actually think that she won't try to save Lily and James?"

"I had a discussion with Miss Granger when she was given the Time-Turner in third year, Remus; I don't think it's necessary to worry," Dumbledore said.

"The Time-Turner only goes back a few hours, this is nineteen years, Albus," Lupin said.

"I wouldn't worry about it if I were you," the Headmaster stated.

"I'll worry about it all right," Lupin murmured.

4.

“Don is guarding outside of the doors to the Hospital wing. Nothing will get past him.”

“He seems like a good man.”

“He’s my best friend.”

“Everyone needs a good friend,” she said.

“Too bad yours is Potter,” he said with a laugh.

“I thought since we were married, maybe we were each other’s best friends.” She looked down at her feet. They were bare. She only had on a thin, white nightgown… white cotton, which made Draco smile.

“Go back to bed, Granger. If you get the sniffles, Potter will probably use the Cruciatus curse on me.”

She walked back over to bed, threw back the covers and placed her legs under them. He came to sit next to her.

“May I ask you a few more questions?” she asked.

“It’s late, and I need to get back, so make it quick. The other Slytherins are bound to have more questions for me as well.”

“I have too many things to ask you. I can’t make it quick.”

5.

Draco could sense it too. But strangely, he was not afraid of it at all. It felt somehow familiar. He was keenly aware of Hermione’s soft hand in his. He hadn’t let it go for ten minutes. Now and then, he tightened his fingers around hers to let her know everything was okay.

Draco Malfoy is holding my hand. Draco Malfoy is holding my hand. Hermione repeated the phrase mentally to herself twenty nine times. The thirtieth time, she turned the phrase around I am holding Draco Malfoy’s hand. She thought of Blaise and felt ashamed. Gently, she removed her hand from his and placed it in her lap.

Draco felt her withdraw and felt a pang of hurt. He knew she was thinking about Blaise again. He focused instead on watching the fayfern flowers, watching for the moment of their greatest bloom when they would have to collect the fernseed. In Diagon Alley, you could buy fernseed at a sickle a scoop. Draco wished he were there.

6.

Where was I?

When was I?

I blinked away my tears as I turned my head about in every direction, seeing nothing.

I climbed to my feet, and sighed. Glancing down at the Time-Turners knobs I frowned. Every numerical place read ‘9.’ If Draco had been with me, I knew exactly what he would say.

‘We’re fucked, my dear.’

Yes, we were.

I chose to walk in one direction along the shore, and walk I did. I walked and walked, finding that my boot prints were quickly washed away by the small tide of black sea water. I stopped for a moment and tasted the water. It was fresh, not true seawater at all.

I continued walking, comforted that if I would need water I had a whole ocean of drinkable water. But the fact that I did not have a wand or my cloak was disconcerting. I had no food and no means of protection if I needed it.

It was then I began calling out.

“HELLO! IS THERE ANYONE HERE?”

My voice was lost on the breeze.

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Quizzes are due in at midnight on Saturday, March 21, 2009.

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