Hermione opened the parchment and felt her back ache, then she felt something crawling on her head.

"ahhhhhh" she screamed, "there are ants in my head! ahhhhhhh" she continued to scream, they weren't even ants, they were black little things crawling on her head going in and out of her ears. her mind was spinning and she felt dizzy."Laviosa" she cried, "Apona, Sona,avosa?". Nothing worked, the ants continued to crawl. She screamed and ran and kept shooting spells but those little things used defences such as she had never seen before!

Inside her head, she heard a voice. "hi, how are you?"

"Me? do you expect a, yes I'm fine, of course not. Get out! wait a minute, someone is talking inside my head, someone I can't control. Surely that's not me "

"I'm your new friend, don't worry, we are just collecting your data"

"what!" she screamed louder than ever, she wasn't a robot, she was alive! now that was it, she had to do it.

"cruchio" she screamed before she realised what she was doing

One bug moved and she had control over him. but he just said "lausa" which caused her to go blind and see nothing. Her hair wasn't as soft as it used to be. It felt all puffed up worse than normal. But that wasn't as bad as it got yet. Those little bugs grew and she felt as if she had metal balls in her hair only five minutes later. She shook her hair but they held on tight. She screamed again and ran into the class from the girls toilets. Everyone hadn't noticed anything different about her. Apparently no one even heard her screaming. Professor Malka just looked at her and continued teaching the class. She sat down, opened her book, her bad mood getting worse. She didn't know what was going on. She just sat and looked at the board. But all the formula's that used to look familiar on there, now just seemed like strange letters which didn't have any connections at all.

"Mione whats the answer for number 3?" asked the girl sitting next to her, her name was Angela, but even that took her a long while before she realised she was familliar with that girl. Hermione sat there, blank faced, fully confused of where she was as the messages to her brain went very slowly.

"...what?"

Suddenly it became easier for her to tell who spoke to her, as if someone just switched an 'on' button, she was in Biology learning something... wait, something was wrong. She didn't know what that something was and that was bad, except, she didn't know why.

"hello?" Angela was waving her hand in front Hermione's face, which she just realised.

"What? I don't know, why are you asking me? it's not like I am a genius"

Angela looked at her, tilting her head to the side and examining the face in front of her. Suddenly she smiled.

"stop playing, don't do what you did for April fools last year, it's funny the first time but not the second."

Hermione was more confused than ever. Why was Angela suddenly seeing her as a genius? She scratched her head but didn't feel a single heavy metal ball in her hair. This was strange, very strange.

"what? I'm playing? why would I play with you? you never get any of my jokes and after this one you did something which stopped me from telling you a joke in the last five years!" she was burning, but still had an unstable feeling that what she just said didn't make sense.

She tiled her face to her right, she knew the person there had something to do with this, he was gorgeous, beautiful as she had never seen him before. But dangerous! If she won't stay away she will get into trouble, but you know that feeling when sometimes the evilness of a person makes him feel even more irresistable.

Hermione was looking at him and he looked back. They were on a ship with wings and the lake was calm. The shades of pink and blue in the sky looked unusual but just right for the scene. He stood close next to her. He was closer than close. The distance between them was about the size of a beetle. "Forget everything" he whispered," forget everything you want apart from the angel in front of you. Forget about the prize and the things which will help you in succeeding the work, the labour you did all these years"

"I will" she whispered back, almost getting a tear of joy.

"Granger dear, will you please tell me what happens when you add a Phloem potion to a black weed?" Professor Hindelwick asked her smiling, she wasn't putting her hand up as usual, however Hindlewich was more than sure that even without looking at her book or at the board she knew what was going on and would give an incredible answer as always.

Hermione found herself resting her head on the table. Every single head was turned towards her and one stood out in particular. She scratched her head again as she had done all day and it took her a while till she realised she was in a classroom.

"Well?"

The look on Hermione's face was unusual and unrecognisable. Every single person knew something was wrong as Hermione had gone red as she had done in very few occasions in her was silent and for once didn't have an answer. It bothered Harry most, his eyes were narrow and he knew this was going to happen. He knew that she made a big mistake and that it has to stop now!

"Please wait here everyone, Harry, keep an eye on them" called professor Hindlewick and called Hermione to come with him outside the classroom. But Harry knew what was going on and he knew the best way to stop it.

"Please may I talk to her Professor? I know what it is."

"If you are so sure Potter then I trust you, but first I need to know about it."

Harry knew that unless she does this now she won't understand, the time was running short. She had to remmember what happened in the past to carry on with the future.

"Lasencio" Harry said. "scandro" he used many nothing worked. The best thing he could make up was to find the diary.

He grabbed Hermione's arm and flung her with him, as he ran no one would stop him. The corridors were long, the room seemed to be further away than he last remembered (not that he often went into the 'girls only' room. Hermione, with Harry's nails dug into her, was so shocked with Harry's ruddness to the teacher that she got extremely angry and ashamed of her best friend. She didn't understand what was going on. Her memory was wiped. Harry continued to run. The corridors were empty as everyone were in their classes. Only a few caretakers walking by, were shocked by the vision of running pupils through the corridor and were shouting after them

"Watch where you are going kids!"

"we are not kids" Harry shouted back but nearly played no attention to what they said. Poor Hermione was so confused, angry and tired she almost tripped. He ran right to Hermione's room and didn't care that it was the 'girls only' room.

"Harry!" she screamed but he led her in, found the diary. He wanted to come along with her but the other part of him told him that it wouldn't be right. Once she remembered she could make the next actions.

Hermione looked at the diary and as hard as she possibly could, concentrated in reading the first word. The letters were unfamiliar but the way Harry encouraged her was so intensifying that something at the back of her mind started to glow and make sense of the word. It was an easy word but for her it was like starting a new beginning in reading the alphabet.

Finally, after she looked at the word long enough, she read it aloud

"I"

Suddenly the world around her went spinning and she could no longer see her bedroom, nor could she see Harry. She landed in a coffee shop and that is how she appeared in the terrible situation in the first place ...

In her diary, Hermione written every single detail she remembered, she wrote every feeling she felt, describing in wise words. She wrote everything she saw, felt, tasted, smelt and heard. That figure of her in the diary was so well described and the surroundings that for her, unlike any other witch, it was like going back in time. For others, they could only see bits of their memories,they only wrote what they felt was most never saw a full scene. They were could never remember anything so clear.

She stepped into her memory's and this is what she experienced...

She felt wiser as she stepped into the coffee shop. For her it felt real, though it was just a she fell in love with Ron. She didn't remember Malfoy being so handsome anymore, Ron was now who she wanted. But then fear struck her, and sadness fell upon her as she tried to get Ron back, but he wouldn't come.

"No, please, don't go!" Hermione begged, "I didn't mean it that way!" She sobbed. But Ron had already stormed out of the coffee shop. He'd had enough off Hermione's bossiness, and it kept making him feel stupid. She had told him that he was 'boring', and he wasn't going to hold himself together and keep the anger inside him any longer, because he'd done it too many times before. He wanted her to miss him and appreciate him, because he was just fed up of following that girl! Hermione ran after him, but he was out of sight by the time she was out of the building. The roads were maze like and there was no way she was going to find him in this darkness.

She felt ashamed, but she had done something she had wanted to do the past three years. Yes, they were going out, but she was the only one starting conversations, and even though Ron loved her and responded, he never talked about anything that she found even remotely interesting or exciting. She decided to go to Ginny's house. She must have some advice, as Ginny was always dating.

Slowly, Hermione walked up the steps to Grimmauld Place, tears trickling down her face, and knocked on the door. 'Hermione, what's wrong?' Ginny came running and gave her a big hug. 'It's him, but this is worse this time; he left me!" She cried even harder. 'Oh, what's up with my brother? Honestly, when I was little he had always been kind and had never just stormed off!' 'You don't get it; I told him I was bored with him. I didn't want him to take it so close to heart! He had never done that before as much as I can remember!' They walked inside and Hermione sat on the couch when Harry walked in "Heya, sup guys?...oh, is it Ron again?" Hermione slowly nodded, her face in her hands. "Don't worry, you'll find someone better in university." Then Ginny cut across him "You know what you should do! Do the same as you told me, try someone else and trust me, he'll come back! It worked with me anyway." She whispered in her ear calmly. Hermione nodded, and knowing her plan, walked home.

The next day was university. She couldn't wait, yet she was still full of anger and worries of where her love life would lead to. She knew, of course, the right thing to do now was concentrate on work and stop thinking about Ron. But she couldn't! For seven years her eyes were fixed on him in lessons and out of them. She probably could have gotten better marks in her exams if she didn't have the distraction. Her eyes were just so used to that spot that it would be hard to ignore him. The only reason he was in the same class as her was because she spent most of her time explaining things to him that he would never understand, but eventually, after long hours of hard work, she got him into uni, so they could live 'forever after'.

Her alarm went off and woke Hermione up. Feeling dizzy and tired as it was still dark and cold at six o'clock in the morning, she put her slippers on and went to wash. She then got dressed in her new school robes, which were similar to her old ones at Hogwarts, but dark green velvet. She caught a glance of herself in the mirror; her hair looked terrible! She'd had a nightmare again which caused her to keep rolling around at night. This happened often nowadays, especially with all those fights with Ron, so she cast a charm which stopped it from frizzing all over the place, and put it up into a neat bun. She then cast two more charms to be more awake and one for her makeup. This was the first time she'd used this charm, and it worked so well that she thought she would stand out most. And if she was lucky, someone might take an interest today…

Hermione apparated to her new university, and the first thing she saw was a grand, golden, never ending wall. She felt an excitement rushing through her body, her heart was skipping so fast she that thought it would jump out of her chest. However, something was blocking the marvelous sight. She couldn't believe it, not him. There he was, the tall, blond haired boy, but no longer a boy; Draco Malfoy was a man!

With his blond, shiny, and long hair falling down his back, slightly longer than his shoulders. His small pointed nose and his pale face stood out from the rest of the crowd, undoubtedly the best looking out of everyone else. He looked so much like his father, she thought, but she hadn't had even two seconds to take in those unusually beautiful features as the man had noticed her. He kept glancing at her, as well as having a chat with his new friends. As he realized she was looking at him, he smirked. Hermione knew that smirk well, and has seen it so many times, yet this was the first time she'd realized how dangerously sexy he looked with it.
"Well if it isn't Granger," Draco said, "I am not surprised to see you at all...You look a bit... Different."
He whispered something to a dark haired boy stood next to him, and they both laughed. Hermione couldn't stand it! He doesn't behave like a man! she thought,

"I don't find it amusing Malfoy! I thought the war would get some thinking of growing up into you, but it looks as though you've wasted that opportunity!"

"But Granger, Unlike you I'm allowed to have fun, to be honest, I have never seen you ever enjoying yourself, all that hard are wasting your life"

"How dare you! Me? wasting my life? at least I'm not a lazy disgusting slug like you"she shouted

'She felt horrible, why was he looking at her?almost giving her hope when suddenly he says something as hurtful as that!'

she slapped him across the face before turning away and walking off.
"Someone's in a mood" Draco said, stroking his cheek from the pain. He pulled out his wand and said, "Experto lossa." which sent a spell hitting her right ear, causing it to grow.
Luckily for her, only one witch realized something different about her before she put a charm on it. She turned round and gave him the dirtiest look she could, a look of disgust. And she thought he was 'a man'!
But just then a loud voice echoed over the grounds. "All Allants students must enter the university hall now!" It was the little owl standing on the entrance gate.

Hermione walked in as everybody else also made their way in.

To all my readers and Dramione fans, please all review after reading this story and give me suggestions on how to improve it. Love you all

Ella xxx