Time doesn’t always heal your memories or the hurt you went through. Time doesn’t take care of the past nor does it help your forget. Time is just there so you can move on, and eventually you don’t find yourself dwelling on your past.

“I asked for a healer,” He said. “Not a mudblood,” Being used with that fact of being called a mudblood, Hermione just frowned down at him with hatred.
“Fine, you’ll get a nurse,” She said walking to the door. “You’ll have to wait about 2 hours,” She in formed him. “Everyone else has patients to tend to,” Draco glared at her and Hermione left his room closing the door behind her. “He hasn’t even changed a bit,” She muttered to herself.

“I saw Aunt `ermoine and she was tied in a chair while another man was on the floor crying and screaming!” Beth Anne told them pointing to Ginny’s side of the bed indicating that spot as to where Hermione was tied in a chair, then she pointed in front of her to indicate where Draco was being tortured. “Then,” Beth Anne continued. “There was a man with long silvery blonde hair who was pointing a wand at the man who was on the floor!”

“What are you doing here?” She snapped.
“I came to see how you are doing,” The man replied with a wicked smirk plastered on his thin lips. “And the father wants to know as well,” He said.
“I told you never to come here!” Jennifer told him as she advanced towards him with her wand tightly gripped in her hand. “Do you know what could happen if they found out what I was doing?” She asked with force as she had pushed him up into a wall, with her wand digging at his throat. “Do you?”

‘Downstairs, she went to get you a cold towel just incase you wake up with a fever,’ Draco answered. ‘What was it that made you scream like that? It was as if someone had a curse on you,’ Draco asked Hermione. ‘I tried to wake you, but you just kept thrashing around and screaming,’
‘Bad dream,’ Hermione replied.
‘No dream keeps you asleep for that long while you’re being tortured,’ Draco told her. ‘It must’ve been a flash back,’

‘You are extremely strange Granger,’ Draco said to her when he watched her take off her shoes as she stepped into the sand which was placed next to the pavement. ‘Normal girls would be scared to death of ruining their dress, especially with the rain coming,’ ‘Well I’m not like normal girls am I,’ Hermione responded. Draco rolled his eyes, and followed her until she stopped in front of the large fountain which was kept directly in front of the manor. ‘Obviously not,’ Draco retorted.

Dumbledore, watching them from behind his desk sighed and dropped his head down to face the empty surface of his desk. ‘Perhaps I chose the wrong two people,’ he said to himself. ‘Cruel it is,’ he continued. ‘To lead two people in love to a path which has a very slim chance of survival,’

Draco tucked her under the covers, and fixed her hair around her head. “You’re strong enough to endure this, Hermione.” He said to her. “He wouldn’t have chosen you if you weren’t.”