Author's Note: Well, I've started a new story. I got inspired at some point yesterday and while I was supposed to be spending time with my family, I wrote. I wrote until midnight, and this is what I came up with. The first chapter may be confusing, but hopefully you'll get it. The very beginning is some point during seventh year and the next part is the end of the year. Half Blood Prince has nothing to do with this story.

Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Any familiar names, places, plots, and ideas belong to J.K. Rowling and Scholastic Inc.

Let the story begin…

"You, you look amazing, Granger." His lips brushed against hers, barely grazing her soft mouth. Her first kiss. And in some ways, his as well.

He knew he was starting something with that kiss, something new, dangerous, and unknown. But men who are in love are often willing to take risks, especially when they don't even know they've begun to fall.

End of Seventh Year, the night of graduation, Astronomy Tower, 11:54 pm

"You, you're amazing, Hermione. I love you. Don't ever forget that. I promise you I will always love you. No matter what. Our for better or for worse. This…this is our "for worse," but someday we'll have a "for better." I promise." His voice broke and Hermione could see the tears welling up in his eyes. "There has to be. We have to be. This just…It can't happen now."

Hermione felt her own hot tears sliding down her face, mixing with the rain surrounding them. "Draco, I…I don't understand. It has already happened. We have happened. You can't just pretend that this past year didn't exist."

"But what if it didn't? What if everything was just a little bit different. We would never happen. This who fucked up thing wouldn't have to happen."

"You can't just erase the past Draco. Its always going to be there."

"Don't you get it, Granger? It doesn't have to have happened. In a few minutes, our seventh year won't have happened."

"Time," she said quietly as his plan dawned on her. "You're turning back time."

Draco smirked, the almost-smile gracing his features for a fleeting second. "Well, I'm not turning back time. I'm not nearly powerful enough. Dumbledore is. A special time-turner, developed by the man himself. 6552 turns. One for every hour of our seventh year. 273 days, from September first to midnight tonight, June first."

"What? … How long? How long do we have?" Hermione felt herself getting angry. Angry at Draco for wanting to erase their past, angry at Dumbledore for helping him, angry at herself for caring so much about a man she used to hate, and angry at fate for having them fall in love, for having the dark win, and for having to make them do it all again. She let her eyes leave the man she loved, gazing about at the beautiful view fro the top of the Astronomy tower where they stood. She drew in a shaky breath. "When do we go back?"

"Exactly mid-night. 3 minutes, 37 seconds. Hermione, I want you to know some things before we go back. Even though you won't remember any of this, I need you to hear this, to understand why. Hermione, you'll wake up on the day 7th year begins. You won't remember any of this past year. You won't remember our love, the war… only your memories from before September first. Though it pains me to say this, we'll hate each other. We have to.

"You have to be strong Hermione. Be strong for me, for Potter, for the world. So much is resting on this, on us. If we never fall in love than my father will never hunt us down. If he never hunts us down, Harry doesn't die. And if Harry doesn't die, than the Light side still has a chance." He looked into her eyes, knowing that soon he would be the horrible person he once was. The horrible, mudblood hating man that he was supposed to become.

He captured her lips in one last pure and innocent kiss, his hand grabbing hers. One for them to remember…or not.

An old man stepped suddenly from the shadows, his half-moon shaped spectacles glinting in the dim light. The two lovers broke apart and looked at the man who'd been their mentor for the past seven years.

"It's time, Draco. One last turn and we will all go back. Would you to make the last turn?" Dumbledore asked.

Draco stretched out his free hand and took the small glass time turner filled with sand.

Suddenly, the young women beside him spoke, her voice becoming more excited and elevated as the words flowed from her mouth. "Wait! It…we can't go back! If we all go back, no one will remember and it will all just happen again! It won't be any use at all!"

"Ah, Miss Granger. You truly are the brightest witch of your time. But you see, they also called me the brightest wizard of my time. I already thought of that little nuance. It is true that no one should remember any of this past year, but, Miss Granger, you forget that I forget nothing. I will remember, or should I say foresee, what happened and what could happen and some small changes will be made. Small, yet life altering changes.

"One more, Draco. One more."

As Draco stared at the glass, Hermione stood at his side, sobbing quietly. "I won't forget. I love you," she repeated over and over, as their last few second together slipped away.

"I love you too," was all that Draco said as he flipped his hand.

Then all was quiet as he was put back into the dreamless sleep he had been having nearly one year ago.