Dramione30: In The Club

              In the Club


"…I'm putting you, who lives in me, to sleep
The image of me you knew up till now
Won't exist anymore…" -2ne1

How much time had passed Draco had found that time-turner? It felt like an eternity to him. No action was taken other than just staring at the  wretched object he pushed all the way through just to find.

Subconsciously, Draco reached for the time-turner and touched it with the most delicate touch in the world. Then he slowly and gently lifted it up. He held it in front of him as if to expect it like he's never seen it before.

To be honest, Draco was hesitant. Part of him wanted to turn back time and erase the entire happenings of that year. Part of him wanted to push through and salvage whatever could be salvaged. But…a little tiny, itsy, bitsy part of him felt like there was nothing left to salvage.

Deciding against what he really wanted, Draco took out his wand and got ready to turn back time. Before an utter of a word was said,  a knock on the door was made. Draco froze. He wiped around, wand armed and ready, at whoever was standing by the door. Seeing who it was, he lowered the wand, but the though of hexing the person lingered a while longer.

"Merlin, Blaise," Draco growled. "You're like a bloody ghost appearing here and there! In every bloody hall, corner, room -you are never-endingly everywhere!"

"That never seemed to bother you before," Blaise said, shrugging. Then he gestured at Draco. "Do me a favor and get your arse out of that room. I can't enter."

Draco scoffed, clutched the turner and got out of Hermione's room. After so, he faced Blaise with a suspicious look. "Speaking of entry, how the hell did you manage to get here? Teleportation? No, that's impossible. What?"

"Through that door," Blaise said, jerking his head towards the door. "The kind gentlemen let me in. No excuses needed."

"Liar," Draco said, giving him a scowl.

"Well, maybe I said some stuff…and did something…but whatever. That matters belittlingly right now."  Blaise snatched the  time-turner from Draco with lightning speed. "Hm…the time-turner, huh?"

Draco tried to snatch it back, but Blaise pulled his hand back. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

Pausing for a minute before straightening his posture, Draco scoffed. "No. You don't. You're not some mind-reading god." Gesturing with his fingers, he said, "Now give it back."

Blaise made a face and lifted the turner up to his face. "No…I'm not a god, but I sure have been playing this game like one…" Blaise bowed his head and put the time-turner on. "Come here."

When Draco made no move for whatever reason, Blaise stepped forward and threw the chain around his neck also. "This is what you wanted…so-"

"Wait. You don't even know what I was planning…And I'm not even sure…if.."

"If you're sure?" Blaise raised one brow. "Like I said, mate. I know what you were thinking. I'm the god of this game so this is in my control now. What you wanted, you'll get."

Blaise took out his very own wand and directed it toward the turner. "Compello Ventus." As if a hurricane blew in, the turner started spinning backwards so fast that it no longer seemed like a solid, but more like a fateful 3D picture.

Draco, having gone the experience once, closed his eyes to keep himself from being dizzy. When he opened them for a few seconds, he saw all the past events that had happened with him and Hermione. He looked over at Blaise who was also watching. Draco closed his eyes once again and mentally looked away.

When Draco felt the chains of the time-turner being lifted from his skin, he opened his eyes. They were in the courtyard.

Before Draco could even say a single word, Blaise cut in and asked, "What time is it?"

"Hn. How should I know? I don't carry about a watch," Draco said, unpleasantly. It was as if he didn't want to be there…back in time.

"Whatever," Blaise let out. He turned his head towards the way where the sun was. "Looks like its about time to head down to the Great Hall."

Without a look at Draco, Blaise took the lead and started the way to the Hall. Draco followed reluctantly behind.

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"What now?" Draco asked Blaise when they reached the doors that led to the Hall.

"Well, we wait." Blaise walked himself towards the wall, slide down and sat at the bottom. Draco stood watching Blaise for a moment before walking and joining him.

After about 10 minutes, Blaise pushed himself up and pushed the doors slightly open to take a look inside. While doing so, Draco asked, "So what was your plan again?"

Blaise retreated. "Well, that should be my question. You were the one who wanted to come back and change everything."

Draco's shoulders slumped. "Right, but you didn't exactly give me enough time to plan it out."

"So like you, mate. Taking action before planning things out."

"I'm not like you, Blaise," Draco yawned.

"And that's why you aren't one mile ahead of everyone else, mate," Blaise smirked. "Hey, Draco…what time did you and Hermione arrive for dinner?"

"Uh…I…" Draco started to mildly move his hands around, trying to remember. "Maybe ten or twenty minutes before they started serving?"

"Oh…then that should be about-" Blaise stopped when they heard footsteps coming from the stairs and every other direction. "I think that's our 'go' to go and conceal our selves now, mate. How do you feel about being a knight in shining armor?"

"What're you-"

Even before that sentence was finished, Blaise had transformed Draco into a knight's armor. "You can still talk, mate, but heed this. You, an armor, have never been placed there in the history of the memories of these students. Curiosity might even grow bigger if you talk. So in the end, it'd be best to keep the almighty, talkative hole shut for the time being, alright? Great."

Not long after telling Draco what he needed to know, Blaise stationed himself in a corner a few feet away from Draco before turning the wand to himself and transforming himself into a statue commonly found everywhere around the castle. "Don't worry -if you were- this is only temporary."

For the next wasteful minutes of Draco's life, he watched as students starting filing one after another to go in the Hall. Not a lot, though. Only the few who liked to go extra, extra early to claim their spot. After these kids came those who merely had nothing else better to do than just arrive a wee bit early. Harry and Ron were some of those kids. As they passed, Draco overheard their conversation about green goo or something of the sort. Harry even turned back to look at him, but didn't seem to suspect anything despite his obvious paranoia for "evil things". The irony of it all made Draco want to scoff, but his mood wouldn't call for it.

Finally, all their waiting was paid off when Draco saw Hermione and him walking towards the Hall, not speaking, but silently. 'Course,' Draco thought. 'We're not speaking in the future, we're not speaking now.'

After they entered, Blaise spoke up. "How long do you guys take to get out again?"

"Shouldn't you know?"

"I left after I ate. I didn't stick around to chat idly with others, if you recall."

"Right." Draco paused for a second. "Well, I left after twenty minutes or so, but I waited for Hermione to come out cause…well…I hate her to it was my amusement to, you know…make fun of her and sort."

"Right," Blaise drawled on. Draco felt that if Blaise's statue eyes could move, they'd roll around everywhere.

"Anyways, I waited an exceptionally long time. She finally came out when there were only a handful of kids left in the…Hall."

Simultaneously, both of them left out a sigh, knowing their fate was to wait a whole lot longer.

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Minutes before Draco was expected to walk of the Hall, Blaise's spell wore off and both him and Draco lost their source of concealment.

"Funny. I didn't think it'd last that long, but I'm glad it did," Blaise said as he rolled his shoulders.

Draco silently agreed by nodding. He stopped and looked at the ground, spacing out, before walking to the stairs.

"What're you doing?"

"I'm going to make sure that I don't see that…kiss."

Blaise gave Draco a weak smile. "What's that suppose to change?"

Draco pursed his lips. "It's going to prevent me from acting without thinking and bringing Pansy up leading to …the event that made me accept that bet out of bitterness… So all in all, the kiss is what transpired everything."

"I see…"Blaise said, softly.

Blaise followed Draco up the flight of stairs and when they found their position, settled. "Guess it's back to being a statue, then." Draco nodded. "Guessing you'll be stayin' that way." Not waiting for an answer, Blaise turned himself back to that statue.

Unlike before, Draco and Blaise didn't have to wait long. When Draco heard himself coming up, he transformed into his Animagus form and retreated into a corner to shadow himself. Draco watched himself as he paced back in forth, often pausing at times. Most of the time, he was grinning. The reasons why were only known to Draco and him alone.

The time came when Draco heard Hermione coming out of the Hall since her voice rang and bounced off the walls. The Draco in front of him probably didn't know, but he did. His hearing was acute when he was in his form. It was time to move.

Draco crouched down and pounced on himself before his past self could figure out who just came out.

The fox hidden in the dark grabbed hold of Draco's pants. In fact, it bit him. Draco resorted to climbing up a few steps  and try to shake the fellow off, but all actions were in vain. "Damn fox!" he growled. Draco took out his wand and took aim at the cunning creature still holding onto him. "Expe-"

Before the spell could be said, the fox jumped high -almost abnormally high- and snatched away the wand from him. The fox, with the wand in its teeth, trotted fast up the stairs, stopped and turned around to look at Draco, almost as if bragging. Then, off it went up again.

Draco felt like screaming in rage! Feeling torn, he wanted to stay for Hermione, but that ugly creature just stole a personal belonging! Deciding to be selfish, yet protective of his precious wand, he ran after the fox up the stairs.

The fox passed Pansy and as it was, it saw a boy looking awfully distraught and walking away. Having no need to be in their business, it kept running up. Draco followed, but only encountered Pansy and no one else. "Have you seen a fox?" He asked, out of breath.

"O-oh! Yeah. It up those stairs, Draco," Pansy replied, with pleasant eyes.

"Thanks." Without staying long enough for a remark Pansy might've made, Draco ran up the stairs. Finally, just as he was about to stop, he looked around and recognized the floor where his dorm was located. Funny enough, that darn fox had stopped in front of the painting guarding the entrance.

"Hey!" Draco yelled. "You bloody fox!"

The fox turned around, twitched its ears and let the wand go. It placed the wand on the floor and with its nose, pushed it toward Draco.

Confused, Draco carefully picked up his wand. "I don't know why you did that, but-"

"I did it to protect your arse, you tard," the fox barked.

Draco's jaws dropped. "W-what?! Did…you just talk!?"

The fox trotted to the edge of the stairs' railway. "You're in the magical world. Get over it. Geez…. Am I really that dumb?"

"What!?" Draco said again, only this time we was one-hundred times more confused than before. "What do you mean by -wait!"

The fox had jumped off the railing and it went freefalling down. Draco raced toward the railing and looked over it. He saw the fox. He was sure it'd die. But the fox landed perfectly on a flight of stairs that had just moved in its way. Draco watched as the fox then trotted back down the stairs until it disappeared in the shadows. He felt that it was the last sight he'd catch of that fox and leaned away and faced his dorm door. If he had stayed to watch a while longer, he'd have seen the fox transform into another being. A familiar one at that.

"What're you doing?" A familiar voice asked Draco. He turned his head and saw Hermione taking one final step up the flight of stairs. "What're you doing out here."

Draco, though cocky, childishly said, "Not waiting for you that's what, Granger!"

Hermione gave him a blank look though her brows were arched.

"So don't flatter your ugly self," Draco added.

"Oh, he did not just say that!" The painted man commented.

"He did." Hermione glared at Draco with piercing eyes.

"Here. Come on in. Don't make a ruckus outside." The portrait swung open. Hermione stepped in first, but when Draco began his way, the portrait closed.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" He growled.

"Don't get me wrong. I'll open up for you once I say this: boys who like certain girls, but are incapable in expressing their emotions like real men, tend to insult the girl with rude comments and remarks."

"Portrait, you need to butt out. Just because you're 'from' the Renaissance Period, doesn't make you a damn philosopher."

"Right. It just makes me a portrait with some common sense." The painting them swung open once more.

Draco rolled his eyes, scoffed, and said,. "As if," before stepping in and having the door slam behind him.
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A/N: Well here's an update. I've KINDA got an idea of the ending. I was suppose to update last weekend, but dear jesus, I was brain dead and I wasn't feeling up for it, but I hope you liked this one! Took me HOURS only cause I wasn't focusing.

Sonofafluffymuffin: Yeah, but it IS fan fiction so screw. I say there's 2 head kids. Period.

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Really people need to quit pointing facts that I already KNOW because CHECK THE WEBSITE TITLE! FAN-FIC-TION!!! FANFICTION! Cry a river-build a bridge-get over it.
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Violet teardrops: thanks for the review! And it wouldn't be fun for Hermione to just accept him back. Boooooo! Lol, but im a dramatic person so that may just be me.

PS: sorry for the typos. This was written and NOT REVISED.


PPS: THE SONG QUOTE IN THE BEGINNING IS FROM A SONG CALLED "IN THE CLUB" BY 2NE1 AND IT'S NOT ABOUT PARTYING IN A GO-LUCKY MOOD. ITS SLOW AND HAS A DEEPER  MEANING AND STUFF :0 lol..and stuff J

So HS is going great. I just hate P.E cause it's demanding and I hate English my teacher is nice, but boring and thinks shes funny with "humor tools" like irony and hyperbole when SHES NOT!

As for that junior, he's okay. -_-' it's gotten better. He's just so stupid! But he's older than me. Idk, he teases me about 'boyfriends' and all that crud. Kinda like a bro-sis relationship, but in the end, he still sucks. Somewhat.