Moments in time

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter I just own the idea.

Summary: The past was riddled with horrors; the present was filled with passion, the future filled with love.

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Past: Their past was riddled with hate, anger and death. It was survival or death then.

Hermione sat on a rock by the lake, transfiguration book and parchment laid out on her lap, a peaceful expression on her face. This was 7th year, her last year. They, the "golden trio" had defeated Voldemort last summer. She didn't want to think of those times…

It was Valentine's Day, an insignificant holiday in her book, but a day to be happy none the less. Ron had tried to get back together, after their short disastrous relationship earlier this year, but it just wasn't there anymore.

Every time she would think about love, which wasn't often mind you, she thought of him….Draco Malfoy, who dare she say, she befriended during the war. As Ifs summoned by her thoughts, the pale haired man appeared in her vision, startling her out of her thoughts.

"Hello Draco" she smiled at him, taking in the all new scene suddenly before her. His signature smirk played at his lips as he gazed down at her. "Hello, 'Mione. What are you doing down here by yourself?

She shrugged, deeming nothing worth saying. Sometimes actions were better than words, something she needed to do more of now that she thought about it. He suddenly sat down, relaxing against the rock that was being used as her stool.

"I couldn't seem to avoid those bloody women and those blasted chocolates" he spoke answering her unasked question.

"You are Draco Bloody Malfoy after all. Slytherin sex god and all" she teased, quoting some 3rd year she heard talking in the lavatory.

"Slytherin sex god am I? How can you resist?" he shot back, teasing but there was a serious tone in his voice. He shifted closer to her as he spoke.

"I can't, I'm barely holding back" she whispered, leaning closer to him. "Let yourself be spontaneous, love," he whispered back, lips a hairs breathe away, "Let yours self be spontaneous." Then his lips crashed onto hers and all conversation ceased.