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The Past is the Past! By Michelle Smiley

Chapter one… The Past comes back…

Hermione turned as she heard a noise behind her, she dismissed it as a rat in the shadows. She had been on her guard for years now, you never know when your past would come to haunt you and she wasn't ready to face her monsters. She had left a life of good because of one big bad choice… she fell in love with the enemy. She started climbing the steps to her apartment when she heard a voice that she hadn't heard since she was 17. But it didn't surprise her, he never surprised her… But she did have the urge to run, which she fought.

"So I finally found you!" The man said as he walked out of the shadows, she finished her walk to the top of the stairs case, and looked at him…

"What do you want, Draco? I thought I left you behind along with everyone else."

She got her keys out and unlock her door. She knew he was walking closer to her.

"You did that's why I thought I would find you. You ran a lot, everyone has been worried about you, Your parents included." he was now standing next to her as she opened the door. She walked in knowing he would fallow.

"Yeah well I didn't run far enough, you still found me." He closed the door behind them, she flipped on a light switch that light up the hall and living room. There was no hate in her voice, she showed no emotion at all to him.

"Well I'm the only one to find you and you do have a funny way of welcoming a friend." He fallowed her into the kitchen where she put her purse and keys on the counter, she then made herself a drink. Draco mused that it was most likely Fire whiskey.

"If I had a friend to welcome it would be different, I made it clear before I left that you were no friend of mine." She finished her drink as if it would make him disappear, but it didn't, he just smiled at her as he poured more whiskey into her class. she rolled her eyes.

"Now, I have left you alone for years hoping you would get over that and forgive me. Aren't you at all curious why I'm here?" he knew she was even if she wouldn't say it, they has been a big part of each others past, and they had been so important to each other at one time.

"No I'm not because that would mean I would have to care." She walked out of her kitchen to her bedroom she wanted to change out of her work clothes, she was a manager of a muggle world clothing store in a mall. It was easier for her to hid in the muggle world.

"Well to bad for you because I'm going to tell you anyways." He sat on the edge of her bed and watched her take off her jacket, and blouse then she put on a simple t-shirt. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

"So tell me!" She said as she turned to face him. She slipped out of her skirt and put on a pair of shorts. She had no problem changing in front of him, It wasn't like he was seeing anything new, they use to be together, but his palms went sweaty.

"Your mom sent me, Mrs. Granger is sick." he said looking in her eyes. She rolled her eyes, remembering the one more lie that was revealed when she was 17.

"What from now? Did they take her to the muggle doctor?" she let her hair down to brush it and he had the urge to run his fingers threw her hair which he kept to himself.

"The muggle doctors have no idea, her body is in perfect health… but they say she is dieing, and her health started getting bad like this when you left." Hermione loved her family, well the grangers. After her 6th and last year at Hogwarts because of Dumbledore's death.

Hermione found that her life had been a web of lies. And she found out that the Grangers weren't her real parents but her aunt and uncle. She looked at him, she was having a hard time to show no emotion in her eyes, and to keep her tone flat and heartless.

"You could have just told me over the phone, once you knew I was living in the muggle world, the grangers could have helped…" she tried to make an excuse, then stopped she finished off her drink and walked into the living room. She turned on country (muggle) music, which annoyed him, she always knew what buttons to push. He sat down on the couch next to her. She couldn't look at him, because then he would see the worry in her eyes.

"I knew if I called you I would never have been able to tell you, you would have hung up as soon as you heard my voice." She smirked knowing he was right.

"No, I would have never answered the phone, you would have went straight to my voice mail. So my guess is that my so called mother told you to come." he nodded his answer, she brushed a hand threw her hair trying to figure out why now. "She thought that you could make me come home!" He smiled at her, she then stood up and started pacing.

"You were always so smart, its like you can read my mind." Her face still showed no emotion to his joke, even though he chuckled.

"Where are you staying?" Hermione stopped and looked at Draco, he was shocked.

"No not yet." Draco said back to her, he actually didn't think about it yet.

"You can't tell me that you and my mother thought you could get me back there with one conversation. You guys were so wrong." She walked to a little closet and grabbed a blanked and pillow. She then tossed them on the couch next to him.

"I never said that we thought that, but by the time I got in town I came straight here."

"Well, You can stay here tonight. I have to work early in the morning so I want to go to bed. When I have to get home tomorrow you can tell me everything else…" he nodded to her. 'Oh and Draco, I want to know about Harry, Ron and Ginny too." He smiled .

"Of course, I wouldn't have come all this way not having any of those answers." she nodded then walked to her bedroom to go to sleep. He went and got his bag from outside, went into her guest bathroom and changed clothes, then went back to the couch he opened the blanket and made himself comfortable.

A/N: I hope everyone liked this… Please read and review… tell me your thoughts! Thank you!