A/N IMPORTANT!!

Ok a quick pre-story AN…I've changed Hermione's really name from Tia to Kimberly and Kim for short. I haven't had to time to fix it in the rest of the story yet but it will happen. So for right now I'm just gonna leave you this note and hopefully you all read it!

Chapter 4

Hermione examined the ball of memories over and over again through the next two weeks. She could barely concentrate on anything and continuously ruined her chores for Bill and Fleur's wedding. It was disastrous! All she could think about was the ball of memories.

She examined her ball once more and noticed her memories trying to get out. Hermione sighed. Draco had mentioned that he could only do one knot at a time and could only do one know at a time and that he would need large breaks in-between.

Hermione sighed once more frustrated. Who knew how long that would take?! She was supposed to go Horcrux hunting with Harry and Ron. How was any of this going to fit in? It wouldn't! And what if when she found out everything that happened she wouldn't want to go with Harry and Ron?

No, Hermione that's ridiculous. Her mind scolded her. You wouldn't give up and amazing friendship for some stupid memories. That's it! Next time Draco came over she would simply tell him no thanks.

But if I'm related to Blaise I could return to Hogwarts. This time it was her turn to scold her mind. Nope! School just isn't worth it, still going to go with Harry.

"Hermione," Hermione jumped about a mile and whipped around to see her intruder/thought disturber. It was Draco, of course it was Draco.

"Damn you! What do you want?!" She yelled. Yeah so she didn't have the nerve to tell him no just yet. Let me work up to it. She argued with herself. She would do it.

"I've come to remove another knot from the ball." He explained simply, as if the answer was oh-so-obvious. Hermione regarded him shrewdly. Something wasn't adding up.

"You said you needed a large rest or break or something like that!" She accused. Draco smiled smoothly at her hostility. How cute, he mused.

"It's been two weeks," Hermione paused.

"You only need two weeks?" Well of course he only need two weeks. He was Draco-freaking-Malfoy. Malfoy's could do anything right? It was then that Hermione realized her cynical mood. Well that just wouldn't do.

"Well each time I enter your mind and work on the knots, my Ligilimency gets stronger and more concentrated. Hopefully in three or four weeks I'll be able to get rid of four knots at a time. Obviously with much shorter breaks," Well that was good news.

"Good. I want them gone before the school year starts." She said. Draco hesitated. It was obvious there was something he was dying to say but wasn't sure how to proceed. Hermione waited patiently for him to speak.

"Hermione," he began cautiously, "I know your supposed to go somewhere with Potter and Weasley, I don't know where or why because I would never invade your thoughts like that but…I don't think you should go." He said quickly in one breath.

"Draco Malfoy, you are on no grounds to say anything about that – "He cut her off. How dare he bring up the one topic she was just pondering and then cut her off while she told him off?

"But Kim," He said, addressing her with her 'real' name. "Couldn't you just come back to Hogwarts and then maybe Blaise and I c-could help you with whatever your doing?" He suggested. He was pretty sure whatever she was doing had to do with destroying the Dark Lord. It was scary thinking about going against his father and the most powerful man in the world for a girl.

"No," she replied. He was almost relieved. "I will not let Voldemort live for another year."

"Then why do you want your memories freed?"

"I want to know the truth." He sighed.

"Lie on your bed, and close your eyes."

"Oh honestly, you can't be serious, not this again!" Hermione said exasperated. Why did he have to kiss her to distract her mind? Effect it may be but totally unnecessary! For Merlin's sake!

"Just do it Kim." Hermione made her way to her bed and lied down as she was told continuously thinking how ridiculous it was. Maybe she didn't want to be kissed by Draco Malfoy.

Again she felt him enter her mind and start poking around. She saw the ball again but she was already pre-occupied. She sat waiting…and waiting, any moment now…why wasn't he kissing her yet?! Hermione felt a pain in her head as another know was destroyed and whimpered.

That was when Draco's lips touched hers and her mind was once more distracted as his fingers trailed down her body sending tingles down her spine. It's about bloody time, she thought.

"Owe!" Draco's lips disappeared once more. A headache raged as more knots came undone. But wait, something was happening. A memory was slipping from the ball…

She was flying high and giggling…

"Mommy look how high up I am!" A woman that looked to be as big as an ant from how high up she was turned to glare at the sky.

"Kimberly Emilia Zabini! You get your bum down here this instant!" The girl giggled.

"Never!" She screamed as she flew even higher giggling. Suddenly a large gust of wind blew her across the sky and over the length of the backyard (which looked more like a mini forest). She started to scream as she was tossed carelessly by the harsh wind.

"Mommy!" She was travelling so fast, too fast and she was nearing the edge of the property! Just as she was about to fly off her land her tiny body ricocheted off the protection wards and fell from the broom. She was falling and falling as she continued to scream as her tiny body propelled to the ground.

Finally everything went black and the little girl woke up with her mom gazing down at her.

"Oh thank goodness your alright! Kimberly, you are grounded and I don't even know for how long. You gave me the scare of my life there young lady!" Her mother scolded.

The memory faded as Hermione entered conscious mind again. It was the memory that Draco described! Hermione sat staring into space as she replayed the memory over and over in her head. This was supposedly the night, or one of the nights in which Dumbledore had come to take her away. She wondered idly how he had gotten past the wards that she had flown into. But then again it was Dumbledore. Who knew what he got through? That also must be the memory in whish she was subconsciously afraid of flying. No wonder…

"Hermione?" Draco asked cautiously. Hermione snapped back from her thoughts as her eyes rested on Draco.

"Um…I don't really k-know…what do…what is…what?" Hermione couldn't find a complete sentence in which would summarize her many separate thoughts. Draco silently embraced her as the one, life changing memory flashed before her eyes once more. She felt tears sell up behind her eyes, it was true! It wasn't possible…

"Draco, I don't think I can go on with this." Draco looked down at her. She wasn't looking at him but he could tell she was close to a mental breakdown.

"I-it makes no sense!" It's not logical or understandable in my mind and I can't grasp that Dumbledore would do this. What's the point?!"

"The point is to be free. Kim, your powers are unbelievable, you could beat the Dark Lord with your eyes closed and Dumbledore! At the same time! Your mother was planning on educating you with your power so that when the time came, you would just know what you were supposed to do. Dumbledore has been keeping it from you so you haven't exactly been exercising it very well.

"That's why you're so good at everything in classes and such, your power is exercising itself on any piece of magic you perform." He finished.

Why wouldn't Dumbledore want me to be powerful? She thought.

"Because with power comes confidence, confidence can be negotiated and with thoughts of being able to control the world, what kind of child would turn that down?"

"I was eleven before any of this happened, - "

"No you were always like this. Hermione Granger, Kimberly Emilia Zabini, you have always been truly magical and you have always been around it. You didn't just come into your power."

"Ugh! This is so frustrating and the worst of it all, Dumbledore isn't here to confront."

"I-I'm sorry Hermione." He mumbled looking down at his feet. That's when Hermione realized what she was doing. 'Fraternizing with the enemy' as Ron would call it anyway.

This boy, man, whatever he was, was the main plotter in Dumbledore's death! He was in the Weasley's house (however he got in was still a mystery to her). And she was letting him into her mind. WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER?

"Malfoy get out of here right now." She said coolly. Draco was taken aback by her change in tone.

"Hermione what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG? Gee, I don't know maybe the fact that an accomplice to murder is in my friends house and I'm letting him. You should die for your crimes." She said as she pointed her wand towards him. What an odd mood-swing…

"Wait Hermione, Dumbledore is the bad guy in this situation. Not me!"

"What? So because he gave me a better life he deserved to die?"

"B-better life? Hermione, he stole you from your better life! Does me trying to give that back to you deserve death?!"

"And killing Dumbledore is you way of doing this?"

"NO! No, you must know Voldemort ordered me to! And now I can give you your life back!"

"Because it was so difficult to do before," Hermione yelled.

"Yes! If Dumbledore knew I had approached you and was destroying knots he would have killed me!"

"Stop, Dumbledore is not like that! And what if I don't want my life back?"

"How can you say that? Dumbledore let thousands of people die years ago for three years before he defeated Grindewald. How could you not want us back?" He asked. It was hard to keep up with two conversations in one.

"Stop thinking you know Dumbledore more than me!" She hollered ignoring his last question.

"Stop thinking he's the oh-so-perfect angel you've been imagining for seven years, because he's not!"

"What and Voldemort and Grindewald are?" Don't think I don't know what your trying to do. Turn me to your side by making me hate Dumbledore? Well it's not going to happen. Dumbledore did what he had to-"

"Excuse me?" Draco spat as if she her words had scalded him with boiling hot water. "I would never make you a Death Eater! It's not fun having this on your arm!" He shrieked ripping up his left sleeve.

"You think I enjoy being a slave of someone else? You think I took this willingly? Of all the people in the world, you'd be the last one I'd want to see with this on your arm."

"Then what the hell are you trying to do by releasing my memories?" Wow, this argument came up a lot.

"You said you wanted the truth, I'm trying to give that to you. We just want you back in our lives." He had moved forward and had one arm around her waist and his other hand stroking her cheek as he gazed into her beautiful eyes. "I would never do anything to hurt you."

Hermione sighed and walked over to her bed and lay down on it as she curled under one of her blankets.

"Hermione, are you alright?" She sighed again and nodded before she took complete refuge under her blanket completely. Draco sighed and walked towards the window and gazed out of it.

"Her –"

"Hermione," Came a muffled voice from the other side of the door as the sound of footsteps got closer to her room. Draco sighed once more and then disappeared into thin air as Ron and Harry entered the room and forced Hermione from her hiding place to watch a stupid game of Quidditch.

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A/N

So that argument was kind of all over the place but I still kind of liked it…We'll see…

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