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A/N: Well this is a one short for sure.... I have writers block with my other story, Each Other, so I'm hoping this will give my frail little mind a slap in the right direction! So Please review! So go and gichya gichay gichya read on!

Time

"The poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above; Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. He saw through life and death, through good and ill, He saw through his own soul." Alfred, Lord Tennyson

"Can time change everything?" He knew the question was directed towards him. He knew why she was asking it. Like a small child she sat with her legs crossed in front of her body. The dim lights making her brown eyes sparkle like a star. She was tired. He was tired his broken body leaning against a stone wall. And they were lost.

"I think time doesn't change things physically, I think it changes the way we see things." He said peacefully. She glanced into his pale eyes before looking away. She always looked away. He saw her glimpse weakly out the frost covered window. Her breath turning white in the air before disappearing into oblivion.

"So if you see the change, then how come it always sneaks up on you?" he smirked at her question. She had never seen it coming. She had never seen him coming. He had seen her from mile away. Heard her like a clash of thunder. Smelled her. Knew her.

"Sometimes something is there but you are blind to it. It masquerades as something else." She effortlessly grinned a small simple grin. Smiling was easy for her. She was tracing her fingers against the glass making meaningless shapes and lines in the frost. Her mind was somewhere else. "Were going to be okay Granger." Her head snapped towards his direction. Her eyes were full to the brim with salty tears, but still she refused to let them fall.

"Liar." Her voice was small and shaking. Her hand fell from the glass and he could see her fear for one brief moment. It washed over her face like a wave and then submerged back into her soul. She stood and walked to the wall he was leaning against. She pushed her back against the cold stone and slid down to the ground. She didn't touch him. "I hate you." The words were small. The meaning was colossal. He didn't look at her. He already knew the truth. He knew everything.

"I don't believe in God," he said flatly. She turned and faced him. Her eyes full of curiosity. He looked into her eyes and knew he was safe. Safe to say it while he stood had time. "I don't really believe in very much in this world. Not good or evil and dark and light. And there are times when I'm not sure if there is a heaven or hell or of what love and hate is." Her eyes squinted the tears braking through the damn. Before she could breath he leaned forward and pressed his lips into hers. He lightly nipped her bottom lip with his teeth before pulling away. Her reached up and brushed away a stray tear with his thumb. "But when I get to do that Hermione, I'm one step inside the gates of heaven and I know the feeling of love."

"Draco," she leaned in closer her lips brushing his ear lightly. "I love you." And then the unthinkable happened. He smiled at her. Not a smirk or a grin but, a complete smile full of honesty. For her. For them. For the only thing in both there lives that meant anything. And then as quickly as the smile had grown it fell and was lost. She looked at him hesitantly. "That's not the face of 'hey I love you to."

"Your going to forget." He said quietly.

"What? Malfoy I'm not going to forget I'm in love with you." He wasn't looking at her but staring into space. Something he only did when he was afraid. "I'm not going to forget about the last ten months like it was nothing."

"No you wont." He was still staring. She was beginning to get frustrated.

"Then what? I'm just going to wake up ten months ago and none of this happened? Honestly I don't... " and she stopped. Her face fell as the realization washed over her mind. "A time spell." She said blandly. Her eyes were searching his face.

"Yes." He looked at her. He wished he hadn't. He could see her heartbreaking. He could feel his falling down into hell. She was crying. Because of him.

"NO!" She slightly yelled through her sobs. "How? Your not powerful enough. The only Wizard powerful enough to do a spell like that is Dumbe..." His eyes meat hers in shame. "Why?" She was breaking.

"Because if we never fall in love then I'll never turn my back on my father. And his pleasure in destroying us will never exist. The war would be easier and you may get the chance to finish your seventh year. We all will."

"No. It's pointless. Will still fall in love. If we just go back in time without knowing we wont change anything." He smirked at her. She was always so damn smart. Always seeing through the cracks.

"I won't forget. I know everything. What we have. And I'll accept my fathers offer to become a death eater. And you'll never love me." She glanced around the small room.

"How much time do we have?" He looked down at his watch Dumbledore had given him.

"About a minute." She was about to yell he could tell but once again he cut her off. He grabbed her face with his hands and pulled her close. He would never do this again. Never fell his lips hold her. Never force her lips to part. Never hold her again of touch her forever messy hair. Never allowed to step foot into heaven. Condemned for all time. He was shaking. He pulled away a kissed he lips lightly again.

"I wont forget. I promise. I promise. I wont I wont." She repeated it to herself. Her pulled her into his body and her face feel into his neck. "I love you. I wont forget." He looked at his watch. Ten seconds.

"I love you." He had never said it before. Never meant it so much. He never would again. He closed his eyes and kissed her forehead.

"I won't forget. I promise." He opened his eyes. She was gone. He was in his bed at Hogwarts. He looked over as he saw the boys leaving the room for breakfast. Slowly and full of complete Malfoy cockiness he followed the group. As he entered the Great Hall and he saw her. She was beautiful. He loved her. She noticed him staring and sneered at him.

She had broken her promise.

He was alone with the memory. He was a fallen and broken angel. He was damned.

And she was happy.

A/N: Well I hoped you liked it... please please please review.