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Please note that I made a mistake on my last update. I erased the prologue and uploaded the first chapter twice. It's revised now so read from the beginning.


"Potter !"

Why did he have to inform Potter ? Ok, they were on good terms now, same with Weasley but he already imagined his reaction when he would learn the return of Granger. And that would directly lead to physical contact. No fucking way! He could not help but shudder when thinking about a hug with him or weasel. Yuck! Un-Malfoyish term but if someone followed his point of view, it was entirely appropriate.

"Draco! What brings you here?" Asked the one-who-only-lived-to-piss-him-off.
"Call the weasel, I have news."
"News? About what?"
"About the missing third of your trio."

The smile wore by his best frenemy froze and Draco decided to give him something to celebrate. His association with Gryffindors was softening him !

"She's back ... And she's fine."
"Really?"

'Excellent choice Draco!' He blamed himself. 'The ultra bright smile is back!' He had made a long, long way since the end of the war, despite what he said or let perceive. Wizarding society had left him a choice at his trial: prove that he could surpass what he had been taught or rot in prison with his father. The choice, if you can call it a choice, was quick to make! He returned to Hogwarts and was about to finish his year in the shadows. But Granger disappeared and the calm that followed the fall of snake-face was shattered. Although Granger exasperated him excessively, he respected her strangely. The fact that she had lied to his crazy auntie under the influence of the Cruciatus could only force respect. He had spent a lot of time thinking about what had happened to her, and finally, thanks to his upbringing and Severus'diaries, which were dealing about his discoveries in potions, he deduced that she was perhaps not dead. After all, who can guarantee the death of someone when there is no body? And since the potion on which they were working was about the manipulation of the age and, by extension, of the time, there was a chance she had landed either in the past or in the future. Dead or alive. But it was only a theory at this time. However, Potter and Weasley, correction the Weasleys had immediately adopted it and him with it.

That's why McGonagall had instructed him to announce the happy news, and why Potter was actually hugging him. As expected!

"Potter, let me go! You know I am not a supporter of emotional demontrations!"

"Sorry!" Harry said, breaking away from him. "A Malfoy does not cuddle."

"Rectification! Malfoys only cuddle with the family AND without witnesses of it!"

"It's true that seeing Scorpius jump around and hugging everyone, we forget about the undemonstrative side of the family!" Sweetly mocked the Savior.

"Just call the ginger and bring him to Hogwarts, she is in the hospital wing. I told you she was fine!" He continued seeing the worried look of his almost friend. "She just fainted seeing my handsome face!"

And with a smile and a wink, he turned on his heels, twirling his robes in the process, threw some floo powder and disappeared in an eruption of green flames. 'Severus would have been proud' Harry thought, before kneeling in front of his floo to tell Ron the news.

Hundreds miles away from there, in Hogwarts' hospital wing, Hermione Granger slowly began to emerge from the lethargy caused by her previous fainting. And if there was one thing you could say is that her second awakening was much, much more cozy than the first. Her brain had the merit of being still confused and therefore unfit for reflection. This was where she had always really could loosen up, this time between dream and reality, sleep and wakefulness, which Tinkerbell spoke about in Hook. She loved this movie and had seen it several times with her parents, the summer after her first year. But those few minutes came to an end because her brain regained control. She was no longer in 98. The boys in their incompetence had managed to create a potion that allowed her to travel in the future. Of how many years, there was the question...

She decided to open her eyes and see for herself the truth. They had took her to the infirmary and a curtain had been drawn for her privacy but it did not stop her to hear what was happening on the other side. People were talking and judging by the number of voices, there were many. Those already present on her arrival: McGonagall, Pomfrey and Malfoy. And new ones, whose voices had also changed during the time she'd apparently been gone: Harry, Ron and Ginny.

"How?" Harry asked.
"We don't know and probably will never know." Said Malfoy. "The fine team you were part of Weaselbee, has managed the unthinkable! Travelling into the future!"
"Draco, if you don't want again to be the "wonderful bouncing ferret" I advise you to stop there!" Warned Harry.
"Fuck you Draco!" Ron added.

So, new weird development. Harry and Ron were calling Malfoy by his first name. 'What happened during my absence?' Hermione wondered.

"Mr. Weasley, please watch your language!" Thundered McGonagall.
"But Professor, he knows that I blame myself for what happened! It's been seventeen years since Neville, Seamus and I thought we killed her or send her in time or even both!"
"Ron" Ginny stepped in "We all knew that this was not the case! At least for the fact of having killed her... No body, remember?"
"Yes, but..."
"Weasel, tell yourself that this option is better than what we have believed all this time. Travelling into the future is so much better than being stuck somewhere in the past!" Drawled Draco.

They thought she had traveled in the past? And above all... Seventeen years? Seventeen fucking years? She was not the type to swear but the need was stronger than decorum, as was the urge to say hello to Ron by throwing out any spell she knew but preferably one that hurt badly! What had happened in seventeen years? She had no time to ponder the question in more detail because the curtain that hid her was removed unceremoniously and Madam Pomfrey came up to her.

"Miss Granger, nice to see you are awake! Do you feel better?"

Hermione did not even have time to answer her that the nurse was making her drink a potion tasting atrociously while continuing to turn around, listening to her chest, spreading a balm on a bumped area and so on, until she felt happy with the result.

"Well, for someone who has traveled... uh..."
"To the future?" Hermione offered. "I heard everything." She continued, seeing the taken aback expression of the nurse.
"Yes" Mrs Pomfrey continued "To the future. You are healthy for someone who travelled through time. Anyway, your friends are here. Do you want to see them and talk to them?"
"Yes, please, I'm waiting for it since I heard them!"

Pomfrey smiled and waved to those she was dying to see, but which were still out of her sight. She first saw Harry. These seventeen years had been good for him, he had grown up since his eighteenth and had filled out. His shoulders were broad and his arms muscular. He still wore his famous glasses and it seems he did not take the time to shave this morning. His hair was as always tousled. He gave her a big smile when he saw her and she saw the tears he had in his eyes. Ginny was holding his hand. Hermione deduced that they were married when she saw their matching rings. Her friend had cut her hair and wore a Louise Brooks bob, just under the chin. She was weeping with joy and her makeup was running down her face. Nonetheless Hermione had never found her so beautiful. The years had also been beneficial to her. She had gone from teenager to woman, wife and certainly mother and her sense of style had reached its peak. She was gorgeous. She did not know what was fashionably today but Ginny wore her clothes with elegance: cream fluid pants with a sea-green coat and matching heels. They barely had reached the bed when they took her in their arms and hugged her tightly.

"Guys... I am more than happy to see you but... I can't breathe!"

They let go and apologized and Hermione could see Ron at the foot of her bed, with tears in his eyes and pinching the skin between his thumb and forefinger of one of his hand, a sign that he was nervous. She could not help but smile when she saw him do that. The hope of not being killed immediately lit up his face. Hermione decided to scare him, just to have fun. She would always have time for revenge later.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley!" She began to lecture him. "How dare you stand at the foot of my bed and..."
"I'm so sorry Hermione, I never wanted it! I swear! You believe me, eh?"

She could not help laughing. Despite the fact that his Patronus was a Jack Russel Terrier, he mastered perfectly the puppy dog eyes. He immediately relaxed when he heard her laugh.

"Come and give me a hug" Said Hermione "I missed you Ron. Although technically ... What is today's date?"
"October ninth, 2015" Answered Ginny "Which is surprisingly also a Friday!"
"So Ron" Continued Hermione "Even if for you it's more than time to see me, for me it's only a few hours. But I missed you! Harry and Ginny too! Or should I say Mr. and Mrs. Potter? Tell me everything!"


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