Chapter One

It was on a Monday morning that everything changed. I don't know how it happened, but it did. One minute I was completely happy and content with my life, the next minute I find out how my life should have panned out. My name is Hermione Weasley. I am 30 years old and I thought I had the perfect life. How wrong was I? I work at the ministry of magic in the auror paperwork department, I was going to be a field auror, but my husband does that and it scares me enough, so I didn't want to put him through what I go through. Anyway, I was in my office writing up a report on the latest arrest that Harry had brought in last week. Harry Potter. My best friend, he is the brother I never had and always wished I did. He is head of the auror department and is married with three kids already. He and Ginny Weasley had gotten married two years after the war, because they wanted to make sure they were right together (which I so told them they were right from the beginning). Yeah, so I was writing this report when a pitch black owl came through my door and dropped a book on my desk. I thought it was odd that there was no note on it and then I realised it was a diary and it must have something written inside to give me a clue as to why I had it.

So, I opened it and was shocked beyond belief that my name was carved into the inside of the front cover in gold script. That made me open it up to the first page and there it was. My own handwriting telling me I was living the wrong life. I could not believe my eyes. I read it again to make sure what I was reading was correct and I didn't have a brain tumor making me hallucinate weird diaries telling me my life was a lie.

Hermione,

This is really weird writing to myself, but it had to be done. You see, you aren't living your real life. I know what you're thinking. Of course i'm living the right life or I wouldn't be living it would I? You're wrong! What happened was, you got hit with a curse by one of your first year students who was trying to show off to his friends that he could stun someone. However, this backfired and you got hit with a spell no-one knows or understands, but you and I. I know you are confused, because I said student and you're thinking, I'm not a teacher, but you are in the "real world". You are the transfiguration professor at Hogwarts and you are only 22. This curse has made your brain lie to you. It has created this whole life for you with incredible detail and made it real to you, but in actual fact it is more like a very very long dream. The most vivid and real feeling dream you've ever had. How do I know this? Because I am the future you. Somehow when you come out of this, which is soon by the way in this world I can't remember how long in your world, you/i can write this in a diary and send it back to you. I have no idea how this works, but I am writing it and then the words disappear on the paper i'm writing on at this very moment.

Anyway, back to you. When you wake up, you won't be able to remember the last 4 years of your life. Now don't worry. You will remember this weird dream thing, but nothing else since the end of your "seventh" year at Hogwarts after the war. Now, to get you out of this dream-like world, you have to kill your husband. Sorry about that, because I know you think you love him and everything. It has to happen.

Good luck,

Hermione

I just stayed staring at the words and then dropped the book and cried. My body was shaking uncontrollably with each sob. I was in that position for 2 hours before my husband, Charlie Weasley came looking for me.

"'Mione! What's wrong? Has something happened?" he came rushing over and cradled me to his warm body, resting my head against his shoulder.

"I just got some horrible news! Nothing has happened, but i'm freaking out," I sobbed into his quickly dampening shirt.

"Shh. Just calm down and tell me what happened."

It was then that something suddenly popped into my head. Why did I think Charlie was my husband? I could have sworn Ronald was my husband yesterday. But I could remember waking up next to Charlie this morning and he had called me Mrs Charlie Weasley. However I could remember the same thing happened yesterday with Ron.

"Oh. My. God! That was true? Oh my god! It was true!" I cried pushing myself away from Charlie's chest.

"What? What wa-is true? I don't understand Hermione. What's going on?" he tried to walk towards me, but I just drew my wand on him.

What was it that letter had said to do? Kill him. How was I supposed to do that? I just stood there thinking how I could kill him and not end up blamed if this was real. I couldn't think of any way of getting out of it even if this was reality, so I just said the words I never thought i'd hear myself utter again since the war.

"I'm so, so sorry Charlie. Avada Kedavra!"

A/N: I'm changing to 3rd person now.

Hermione awoke with a start. She couldn't believe what had just happened in that dream. She sat up and looked around herself, she was in St Mungo's. There was a load of get well soon cards on her bedside table and a couple balloon's in the corner. She didn't know what to do with herself, but when she saw the parchment and quill and ink on the bed table at the foot of her bed, she knew she had to write to herself what she had read in her dream. Before she knew it, she'd finished the letter and realised she was dying to use the toilet. Once she'd been, she thought about the fact that the letter was right about not remembering anything since the war and thought she'd have a look at her older self. She peered into her reflexion in the bathroom mirror and thought she'd aged well. She looked more beautiful and looked mature and grown up with a slight glow to her face. What shocked her enough to scream however was the slightly bulging stomach she saw as she took her body in properly for the first time since she'd woken. She was pregnant without a doubt and wasn't that large, so guessed she was around 4 months along. Hermione couldn't help but wonder how that had happened when she only remembered herself being 18 yesterday.

The door to the bathroom banged open and none other than Draco Malfoy was standing there with a worried look on his face. When he really looked at her though, that worry turned into relief, happiness and then turned back into worry when she looked at him with complete and utter shock.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" was the first thing to come out of his mouth.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Hermione knew that all the Slytherin's her and all her housemates hated throughout school had apologised and they had called a truce, but she thought this was pushing that truce way too far.

Draco's face turned into one of hurt at that comment, "I'll just go and get the healer to come check on you. Maybe you should go lie down for a moment." He left the bathroom and her hospital room without a second glance and she presumed to find a healer like he said.

She went back into her room and sat on the bed to wait for the healer to come and tell her what was going on. Without thinking she caressed her swollen belly and then the healer entered the room, closely followed by Draco, Harry and Ginny.

"Oh Hermione, it's good to see you awake again. We've all been so worried. Everyone was going out of their minds thinking you were going to die!" Ginny exclaimed as she hugged her best friend and sat next to her on the bed.

Harry hugged her next and she felt comforted by that. Draco just stood a little ways away from the bed and glanced curiously at her. She still couldn't understand why in the world her was there. She turned towards the healer when she realised she'd begun talking, but she missed the beginning.

"... it's good to see you have awoken. Now I know you must be a little confused, which is to be expected since you've been unconscious for a week, but hopefully you understand already that you are in the hospital?"

"Yes, but I don't know how I got here and-"

"Well, we understand that one of your pupils shot a curse at you which we believe was meant to be a stun spell aimed at another pupil and somehow turned out to be a spell no-one knows about and happened to hit you instead. You got brought in here five days ago when the healer at Hogwarts realised you weren't waking up. We ran every test we could think of on you and the only thing that came out of it was that you hit your head quite hard on the floor when you got hit," the healer interrupted her.

"Okay, but can someone please explain how I am pregnant and why Draco Malfoy of all people is here?" Hermione asked and looked around the room at everyone's surprised faces.

The healer then pushed everyone out of Hermione's room and came back with a clipboard and a pen.

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions, Hermione?"

"Go ahead."

"Okay. What is your full name?"

"Hermione Jane Granger."

"Where do you live?"

"I don't know. As far as i'm concerned I had just finished Hogwarts and should be going home on the train later today."

"How old are you?"

"18, will be 19 in September."

"Okay, Hermione. It looks as though you're suffering with some amnesia. This is likely to be the result of your head injury, but i'm sure as your brain scans showed no damage, your memories should return in time," then the healer left the room and the three waiting outside came in.

"Hermione, what is going on?" Harry asked sincerely as he sat opposite her at the end of her bed.

"The healer just told me I have amnesia from where I hit my head. Harry, what year is it?" Hermione asked, not letting on that she knew how old she really was and that she was a professor at Hogwarts already, because she didn't know anything else.

"It's 2010, Hermione."

A/N: I know in the books it's actually meant to be like 2002 when they are 22, but I can't be asked to follow the books exactly.

"So, i'm 22?"

"Yeah, you are and you're the Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts and head of Gryffindor house," Ginny supplied looking at her with a small smile.

"Okay, so how am I pregnant?"

"That would be where Draco comes in," Harry said looking to his former enemy asking with his eyes if he would like to jump in and explain.

"We are married, Hermione and you are pregnant with our first child," Draco said as he sat in the chair next to Hermione's bed.

"WHAT! How can I be married to you? I mean I can tolerate you and everything, but not that much surely?" Hermione exclaimed. She instantly regretted saying that the moment she saw Draco's extremely hurt face.

Ginny looked over at Draco and gave him an apologetic look, as though she should say sorry for her best friends words.

"'Mione, please calm down. I know you are confused and upset, but it's not good for the baby if you get all worked up. You need to stay as calm as you can," Ginny said as she absently stroked her own swollen pregnant belly, that Hermione only just noticed.

"Ginny! You're pregnant too? How far along are you? Wait! How far along am I?"

"I'm nearly 9 months, two weeks to go. I think you are around 4 months. Is that right Draco?" The brightly haired woman asked the worried and sad looking man in the chair.

"Yes. 4 months next Tuesday. If you will all excuse me, I am going to get some fresh air and sign the release forms for my wife," and with that Draco left the room, but not before giving Hermione a look she would interpret as longing.

For the next half hour or so, Hermione asked Harry and Ginny as many questions she could think of to try and learn as much about what had happened the last 4 years as she could. Then Draco returned and told them that he'd signed Hermione's release forms and that they said he should take her straight home to rest for a couple of days.

Harry and Ginny said their goodbyes and Hermione was left with Draco.

"I brought you some clothes from home you can change into. They are in that bag there. They took all your jewelery off when you were still at Hogwarts, so I kept that all at home for you. I'll just wait outside for you shall I?" Draco said as he handed the bag over to Hermione and left the room.

Hermione was in shock, but quickly recovered and opened the bag with extremely shaky hands that the contents ended up all over the room. She realised that the shaking wasn't stopping, but she couldn't get dressed with hands like this and therefore would need assistance. There was a button above her bed that had a sign which read "Call for Healer" written above it, so she pressed it with one of her uncontrollable hands.

Within seconds a healer entered the room with Draco following close behind.

"Mrs Malfoy, what seems to be the problem?" the healer from earlier asked.

It took Hermione a moment to answer, because she was freaked out to hear someone call her "Mrs Malfoy", it just didn't sound right to her.

"My hands. I can't stop them from shaking. I can't get dressed if my hands are like this. Is there anything you can do to help?"

The healer took at good look at her hands and shook her head, "No. I'm sorry, I don't think there is anything I can do. I'm sure your husband won't mind helping you get dressed, as it is a policy here that we aren't allowed to do that unless the patient has no-one to do it for them." The healer just turned and walked away while scribbling something down on her clipboard.

Hermione just sat there feeling awkward. Draco was going to have to help her get dressed and she didn't know how to feel about that, because obviously he had seen it all before, but she didn't remember any of it. She felt incredibly shy at that moment and looked as still as a statue until Draco touched her on the shoulder.

"Hey, I know you probably feel awkward and uncomfortable about this, but I do have to get you dressed before we can leave. So, why don't we just do it and get it over with?" he smiled tentatively at her.

Hermione nodded and then stood up for him to remove the hospital gown from her. She didn't say a word to him the whole time he undressed her.

Draco slowly pulled the bow that was keeping the gown on and then slid it gently off her body, leaving her in just a pair of lacy knickers and some fuzzy socks.

He motioned for her to sit down, so she did and he tugged her socks from her feet. Then he stood her up again and making sure not to look at her face, he pulled her knickers down exposing her completely. He looked at her face then and saw the blush slowly creep along her face and down her neck. Draco thought it made her look ravishing, whereas she felt unbelievably embarrassed.

"Hermione. There is no need to feel so shy and embarrassed. Trust me. I have seen every inch of you before and you look incredibly sexy," he smiled as reassuringly as he could at her.

"I realise that, but I can't help it. As far as I am concerned, me and you have only just agreed to be civil with each other and i'm still a virgin, which obviously i'm not or I wouldn't have a child growing inside of me," she looked down to the floor.

Draco used one finger to lightly bring her face up to his and stared at her deep in the eyes. Then he gently pressed his lips against hers in a quick, but soft kiss. He gathered all her clean clothes up from the floor and dressed her as quickly as he could to stop her feeling how she was.

When she was dressed and ready to go, Draco took her along the hospital corridor to the floo fireplace.

"Malfoy? Where do we live?"

In answer to Hermione's question, he just took a handful of floo powder, stepped into the fireplace with her and shouted, "Hogwarts: Malfoy suite".

A/N: Hey guys. Thank you for choosing to read my fanfiction. I was going to write something different from a Dramione fic, but i couldn't help myself.
I would like your help with this story, because i am shocking when it comes to getting motivated with writing a story, so i would like any suggestions you have for how you want this to play out and i may ask you to choose what happens next and give you like 2 different things to choose from.
Also, you may have noticed that i didn't give any descriptions really, but that is because i don't like writing them, so if you want to give me a description of something (and it can be absolutely anything) then go ahead and i MAY include it in an upcoming chapter. As well as this you may have noticed i spell things a little differently from a lot of authors on this website, but that is because i am English and a lot of you are American.

Thanks for reading anyway and any and ALL reviews are welcome so please R&R

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