Remember Me - A Harry Potter Fanfic DMxGW

[JerPanda]

I know. I know. Some of you are going to think this pairing is utter trash.

I just started writing this fanfic in order to get back into writing/to practice writing. I'm not looking for harsh critique at this point in time since this was just written for fun. But if you have some comments on grammar, word flow, and technicalities, I could use all the help I can get.

Feel free to post comments in between chapters.  

[JerPanda]

Remember Me

Chapter One

If someone had told Draco Malfoy two years ago that he would marry a Weasley, he would have told them to lay off the Firewhiskey while fighting off a gag reflex.

But now, on a Saturday morning eight years after the war against Voldemort, the Malfoy heir found himself in the most peculiar of circumstances. Sitting in the dining room of Faust House, Draco idly turned a page in the morning’s issue of The Daily Prophet. Spread before him on the polished, dark wood table was a small array of breakfast treats—eggs, toast, ham, and jelly tarts. Jupie, their house-elf, had made sure that Draco had a steaming cup of coffee waiting for him when he entered the dining room and was now completely out of sight. Probably reading a romance novel that Ginny had bought for her, if Draco had to guess.

If Lucius Malfoy ever found out how kindly Ginny treated their house-elf, Draco would be disinherited.

Faust House had been a compromise between Ginny and himself. Bigger than what she had wanted and smaller than what he had expected. Set on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, it was the perfect distance for Draco to be able to fly into work as Slytherin Head and Potions Master at Hogwarts and was outside the school’s wards for Ginny to be able to floo to Holyhead Harpies’ headquarters. Renovations on the building had taken most of the last year, only allowing them to move in together shortly after their engagement in January.

So, here he was. Draco Malfoy. Potions Master of Hogwarts; fiancé to star chaser of the Holyhead Harpies, Ginerva Molly Weasley; and currently the caretaker of Arnold the Pygmy Puff as the fluff ball was eating bits of toast that Draco dropped on the floor for him.

And all of Draco’s own volition. Who would have thought?

“Bloody hell!”

Draco’s lips tugged into a smirk as he heard a loud thud from upstairs.

“Well, Ginny’s awake, Arnold.” Draco said nonchalantly.

A door slammed and there was another scream of both frustration and panic.

“And now she’s forgotten the drawer Jupie puts her uniforms in.”

After a few moments of relative silence, there was a sound of thunderous footsteps going down the stairs. Exhaling a breath, Draco folded up the newspaper and sat up in his seat. Lifting his gaze to the entry of the dining room, he had to fight back a chuckle.

The youngest of the Weasley family was attempting to tame her fiery mid-back length hair into a ponytail, muttering curses under her breath all the while. Dressed in her hastily put on practice uniform of gold and green, Ginny rushed towards the dining room with a cry of, “Merlin’s beard! If I’m late again Jones is going to kill me!”

Draco stood up as Ginny entered the room, amusement apparent in his gray eyes, “Good morning to you too.”

Grabbing a piece of toast, the redhead glared at the blonde, “Sod off, Malfoy. Why don’t you ever wake me up in time for practice!”

Draco snorted, “I’m not your mother. Get up on your own.”

“Ugh!” Ginny exclaimed before shoving the piece of toast into her mouth. Bending down to give Arnold a loving pat on the head, the chaser swallowed and stood to her full height as she addressed her husband-to-be. “You’re no help, you know that? No help at all.”

The Slytherin shrugged before wrapping his arms around the woman in front of him. Smirking down at her, he replied cheekily, “Last time I tried to wake you up, you Bat Bogey hexed me. You really think I’m going to risk that again?”

Ginny’s lips spread into a wide grin before she laughed and leaned up to kiss her fiancé briefly, “Coward! You could at least try!”

“No way.” Draco snorted before smirking and pressing his lips to hers once again. Holding onto his fiancée, the Slytherin basked in the scent of her hair, the feeling of her body against his, and the taste of her lips. It was moments like these that he turned back to whenever Lucius and Narcissa questioned him about his choice of a bride. The moments where everything he ever wanted in the world was right in front of him. These were the moments that reminded him that he knew, without any hesitation, that he loved Ginny Weasley.

Breaking apart from their kiss and turning her head to quickly peck Draco on the cheek, Ginny pulled away from the man’s embrace, “I’ve got to go!”

Quickly pulling away from the potions master and turning her back to him, Ginny emitted a sharp, surprised yelp when she felt her fiancé’s hand connect solidly with her backside. Whipping her head back to glare at the blonde, she was equally infuriated and amused to see him smirking smugly at her.

“I love you.” Draco winked.

Growling under her breath, Ginny was planting another, more feverish kiss on Draco’s lips before she could stop herself. Gripping onto the blonde’s shoulders, the redhead felt familiar hands pressing against her hips, pulling her closer to him. Remembering that she was already late to practice, Ginny scraped together every ounce of will-power to forcing herself to pull away. Pausing to glare at the man before her, though there was no malice in her gaze, she spoke in a voice just above a whisper, “I hate how much I love you, Draco.”

Exhaling a deep sigh, the star chaser dashed for the fireplace in the adjoining living room. “I’ll see you after practice!” She shouted while grabbing her Firebolt Platinum with one hand and a handful of Floo powder in the other. Flashing her fiancé one last smile, the redhead shouted with careful diction before throwing down the floo powder, “Holyhead Harpies Common Room!”

A second later, the witch disappeared in an eruption of crackling emerald flames and Draco found himself alone in Faust House. Staring at the fireplace where Ginny had disappeared in, Draco was only broken from his thoughts by the hungry mewling of a pygmy puff, whose primary focus was on getting more toast from the Malfoy heir.

“Honestly Arnold, you’ve got to cut back. You’re practically a perfect circle even underneath all the fluff.”

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The quaffle sped through the air of the Quidditch pitch and Ginny had to dive to catch it within her brown gloved hands. Fighting against boisterous winds that seemed intent on shoving her off her broomstick, the redhead ignored the whistling in her ears as she flew up, hoping to gain a better vantage point on the three golden hoops.

Practice today consisted mostly of skirmishes between all team members of the Holyhead Harpies, both first and second string. Although the Harpies had practiced in worse weather than the windiness afforded on this Saturday, and had certainly won games under more menacing skies, this was the fourth practice in a row with less than desirable weather. The weariness of such practices was beginning to show in most of the players.

So, when Gwenog Jones, the team captain sounded her whistle, a signal to regroup on the ground, a surge of hope coursed through the Harpies team members. Clutching the quaffle in one arm and holding onto her broomstick with the other, Ginny decelerated into an angled, floating position. Looking down to where Gwenog’s whistling had come from, she saw the captain already close to the ground.

“Come on, ladies!” Gwenog shouted, using the Sonorus charm to make her voice thunderous and easily heard around the whole Quidditch pitch. “We’ll spend the rest of practice doing drills inside. I’ve had enough of this blasted weather.” Cheers could be heard from several chasers, Ginny included, as they immediately began dropping from the skies.

“Whoohoo!” Ginny cried out, readjusting her hold on the quaffle, she began a steady descent to the grass below, smiling and laughing at her teammates around her. Despite the wind, she was in no hurry to get inside, preferring to let her other teammates enter Holyhead Harpies headquarters before her.

“How’s the wedding planning, Weasley?” One of the back-up beaters, Ebony Stone, asked while sailing over to the redhead.

“Yeah! We’re all invited, right?” Crooned the team’s main keeper, Felicia McFinn.

“Of course!” Ginny grinned, turning her head to look back at Felicia, “But you better bring a bloody good present or I’m not letting you in!”

“Weasley, look out!”

It happened suddenly. Even the warning only gave Ginny half a second to react.

Turning her head towards the ground where the voice had called to her from, Ginny locked gazes with Alice Yates, a back-up beater. Next to her was a Quidditch ball container—with no bludger inside it. Didn’t Ginny see her catch it after Gwenog had ordered their descent?

Hearing a whizzing sound that was rapidly getting louder, Ginny didn’t even have a chance to face her opponent before it collided with the backside of her head. Lights, more brilliant than fifty of the Weasley’s Wizarding wildfire whiz-bangs combined, erupted behind her brown eyes. The redhead’s grip on the quaffle and her broom no longer seemed relevant to her floating position in the air and her muscles lost all tension. Losing consciousness, Ginny did not register the exclamations and gasps of horror as her body plummeted to the ground.

“Wingardium Leviosa!” Someone who had managed to grab their wand shouted, but her accuracy suffered in the exchange for speed and the spell missed.

The youngest Weasley didn’t feel as her bones cracked in protest of the unforgiving ground and blood trickled out of her mouth. All Ginny knew since the bludger rammed into her head, was darkness.

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The candles on Draco’s work desk flickered and made the shadows dance across the essay he was reading. Inhaling a breath and rubbing his eyes, the professor leaned back in his seat for a moment. At least he was almost done with grading. Glancing up at the clock hanging on the wall, Draco noted that a few hours had already passed. Ginny should be done with practice soon. Maybe she would like to go out for lunch. Hadn’t she mentioned a new tea shop recently—?

Draco’s thoughts were interrupted as his fireplace erupted in green flames, accompanied by a sudden clamor. Jumping up from his seat, Draco’s hand immediately grabbed his wand which was resting on the table next to him. With eyes narrowed and jaw firmly set, the blonde was surprised to see the face of Gwenog Jones in his fireplace. Suddenly, his heart fell and his stomach tied into knots.

Something terrible had happened.

“Mr. Malfoy…” Gwenog began in a firm and even tone, “There’s been an accident.”

To be continued…

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Author's Note: I'm nowhere near a Harry Potter encyclopedia so please don't expect every detail of this story to be spot on according to the Harry Potter universe; especially what happens past the original 7 books/8 movies. In fact, it’s safer to assume we’ll be deviating far from the path that J.K. Rowling originally intended for her characters.

Overall, I'm writing because I want to have fun. So, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the ride!

Disclaimer: This story was inspired and is somewhat based off the movie, “The Vow.”