Hello everybody! This is the first fiction I wrote about the Harry Potter Universe. I originally wrote this fanfiction in French (I'm French) and decided to translate it into English! I really hope you will like it!

Thanks a lot to my bêta confused-luna who corrected this chapter!

Disclaimer: I own anything…everything belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Here's the context:

- This fanfiction does not take into account the books 6 and 7

- Our heroes are in their 7th year.

- Dumbledore is still alive; Snape is still master of potions.

- Hermione and Draco have been together for six months and everyone in Hogwarts knew about it.

Chapter one: Blunder.

" I don't want to see you Malfoy", firmly declared the young woman with brown eyes that seemed to shine with fury, going past the wizard boy who was standing in front of her, not even looking at him.

"Hermione, please, I just want to speak with you"

"Don't call me that!" Hermione retorted. "And leave me alone, you were perfectly clear"

"I'm sorry, very sorry" the young man said, moving in front of his companion to stop her. "But I already said that I did not believe what I told you"

"But you said it Malfoy, you said it. That's all that counts. We have been together for more than six months, and you, all the same, dared to tell me those horrors, to my parents more and you really think that I'm going to forgive you for that?"

"Hermione…" he took her arm gently.

"No, I'm already late for Potions' class"

She brutally freed herself and continued to walk as quickly as possible towards the Dungeons. On her way, she met Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, her two best friends. Their presence reassured her. Draco would never come to bother her if they were here, especially after the events of the past week. At this memory, the face of the young witch tensed up. She had experienced a lot of things with Harry and Ron; adventures she had confronted without questioning herself, but when she had decided to embark upon the adventure "Draco", her friends were reluctant and suspicious. But finally, thought Hermione, sniffling, she would have done better listening to them. Had she done it, today she surely would be suffering far less.

Last weekend, Dumbledore held a parents/students day at Hogwarts: a decision which has delighted many students. But not Draco. He had said nothing to his parents about his relationship with Hermione because he knew they would never understand and even worse they would oppose it. They were raised in prejudice, and even if Draco had managed to bypass the racist ideas he had been bathed in since his childhood, his parents, and especially his father remained camped in their positions. Of course he loved Hermione more than anything - this was certain, she took up so much space in his life recently – but he did not fell brave to face his father in front of this entire school. Everyone in Hogwarts was aware of their story but he made sure that nobody would elude the relationship to his parents.

This day was a nightmare for the young man. He had managed to avoid Hermione and her parents all morning, but when lunchtime came, all the families were scheduled to meet in the Great Hall to eat. Draco went therefore cautiously with his parents towards the Slytherins' table. However, a major obstacle appeared. The Weasleys' parents were in front of them, in great conversation with the Grangers, while their children were chatting cheerfully. During a moment, Draco thought of skirting around them, but when he heard his father sneering behind him, he immediately gave up this idea.

"Well, well, what have you here? Arthur Weasley, so you managed to get a day off from the Ministry. Very impressive…"

"Lucius", Mr. Weasley said patiently. "It's always a pleasure to see you."

"The pleasure is shared, believe me." Draco's father whispered. "Well Draco, why don't you introduce us to your parents' playmates?"

He pointed out Hermione's parents. She raised her look and observed Draco. Seeing that he was doing nothing, she was about to speak, when Draco, who was frightened of what she might say, anticipated her reaction, and declared, pushing his parents to the table of his house:

"Forget about it father, Mudbloods don't deserve our care!"

At those words, Draco saw Ron clenching his fists and moved dangerously toward him. Hermione held on her friend.

"Hermione, dear…" her mother asked. "Who is this young man?"

Draco felt his heart tightening when he heard the young woman's answer, her voice broken:

"No one, mom, no one."

Since that day, Hermione had always refused to speak to Draco and he suffered awfully. He knew he should never have said that and he uttered those words without really think about it, but now he did not know what to do for her to decide to talk to him again.

Draco followed Hermione to the Dungeons and watched her join her friends. He entered the classroom, sighing, and moved over a table behind her. He threw a circular look in the room. They were only few students in the Advanced Potions' class and it delighted him. It might be easier to approach Hermione that way. Professor Snape's voice made him emerge from his stupor however, and he finally raised his face.

"Well, Snape began. "Today we are going to prepare a very complex potion. So I ask for your attention. Quickly open your book to page 257."

Draco turned the pages of his potion manual and read the name of the potion: Resrevelate. He did not know it.

"A single drop of this potion," the professor added, "will enable you to spend a few hours in the body of one of your previous life to discover who you were before. Now I ask you to concentrate. I know that for some of you," his gaze deviated on the tables where the Gryffindors were sitting down, "it will be very complicated. But at your level, I would expect no less than perfect from you. You have two hours."

Without waiting any longer, Draco seized his ingredients and instruments and began to prepare his potion, but nearly after half an hour he gave up. First of all, the potion was horribly complicated. Also, he was totally absorbed in the vision of the young witch who was sitting in front of him. She, however, was completely immersed in the making of her potion, which was almost achieved.

Draco was pretending to be focused on his job when the teacher arrived, but returned to his contemplation when he turned his back. After half an hour of this little game, he couldn't stand it any more. While Snape was busy lecturing a Ravenclaw student, he crept behind Hermione and whispered,

"We need to talk."

"I thought I have been pretty clear Malfoy, I have nothing to tell you."

"Listen Hermione, I know you have a bone to pick with me, but I do not want to lose you!"

"Too late" Hermione said, raising the tone.

"What?" Draco stifled. "What do you mean?"

"It is perfectly clear. That's over. We have nothing in common Draco. I am myself surprised that we have been together so long."

"You can't just give up like that Hermione!" Draco cried out regardless of lowering his voice.

All students were now returned and observed them. Curiously Professor Snape said nothing; he was content with staring at them. Harry, however, hearing bursts of voices behind him, stood up and walked towards them.

"Potter, return to your seat!" Snape cried out.

But Harry was not listening to him any more. He was now in front of Draco.

"It's you who should go back to your seat Malfoy. And stop bothering Hermione!"

"Mind you own business Potter!" Draco answered back, coming up dangerously to Harry.

"Potter, I already told you to return to your seat" Snape said, walking over them.

"When Malfoy regains his place, I will do so!" Harry replied.

"Would you stop getting involved in Hermione's life, and leave us alone Potter" Draco retorted, facing Harry.

Hermione looked at them, panicked. She knew very well that of the boys would give up. She was about to intervene when Harry punched Draco. He responded immediately and threw himself on the boy. All students were now watching the trio more carefully than ever and Snape ran across the room to separate them. He grabbed Harry by the collar and pushed him back. Hermione had caught Draco. Everything seemed to calm down, but Harry suddenly freed himself and pushed Draco violently, who then fell on Hermione's cauldron, resulting the latter's downfall. They both fell on the ground and the contents discharged from the cauldron to them. Snape yelled at the students who gathered around them to step back and in a gesture of his wand, he made the residue which was scattered on the floor disappear.

Draco and Hermione got up with difficulty. Both of them had their hands, face and clothes covered by the greenish potion. They looked at each other for a moment and suddenly Hermione just had time to whisper something incomprehensible before collapsing to the ground, fainting. Draco stared wide eyed, leaned over her, and fell beside her as he fainted too.

At seeing the two teenagers lying on the ground, Snape exploded with anger.

"Potter! You stupid idiot! Look what you have done!"

"I…I'm sorry, I did not want to…" Harry stammered out.

"Stop apologizing and help me rather to take them to the infirmary."

Madam Pomfery put them on beds and after having examining them, returned to the entrance of the infirmary, where several students, professor Snape and the school headmaster Albus Dumbledore were waiting for her.

"There's nothing I can do for them." The nurse said.

"What? But what's going on? Ron exclaimed.

"Unfortunately Weasley, Professor Snape explained, the potion should be administrated only on very small quantities, but Miss Granger and Mr Malfoy had been covered by it. I assume, therefore, that instead of being immersed in their previous lives for a few hours, they will have to live in their subconscious much longer than expected."

"But we must be able to do something!" Harry said.

"Wait Harry. We have to wait. This is the only thing to do." Dumbledore answered.

Paris, France.

June, 14th 1940.

The young woman was plunged into writing her essay. She was in the library of the Sorbonne University, where she had been following classes for two years now. A noise of rushed steps made her raise her face. She saw her friend who was running towards her. He stopped in front of her, panicked and breathless:

"The Germans entered Paris."

"Where are they?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"They are driving up the Champs-Elysées." Harry said, sitting down at her side.

"And now, what are we going to do?" Hermione almost whispered to herself.

I hope you liked the first chapter !

Thanks for reading it ! Please feel free to give me your opinion on this chapter !

Next chapter will be published next week I think !