Hello, Lovelies! I hope you enjoy this chapter, it is a tad smaller than the rest but just as good!

To my lovely and amazing support team, HeartofAspen, thedarklordherself, CJRed, and MrBenzidrine. Thanks for dealing with my writing gab and editing this to be amazing, HeartofAspen xxx

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"Mum wanted me to tell you she was going with me to Malfoy Manor. Mrs Malfoy wanted to see her, they used to be friends before everything happened." Blaise grinned at Hermione as she sat with Ron on the small couch. "Do try not to shag where I sit at, please. Thanks, twin." He turned on the spot and vanished before she could make a comeback.

Hermione glared at the now-empty space. "He knows we haven't done that yet." Her eyes softened as Ron squeezed her hand. "I'm worried, I will be announcing that I'm actually Hermione Zabini soon."

Laughing, Ron pulled her into his lap. "Stop overreacting to everything, they will all love you just like they do now." His fingers ran along her thigh, making her squirm in his lap. "If you ever start hanging out with Malfoy though, I may have to punish you. Slytherin family or not, you are not allowed to be around him."

"I don't overreact to everything, Ronald," she reprimanded. "I'll be announced as Head Girl soon, and my name is already changed at Hogwarts. Getting used to this has been hard, I would think my boyfriend would understand." Hermione tried to climb out of his lap, but he held her down. "Besides, Malfoy is Head Boy, I'll have to interact with him."

"Interacting and hanging out are two completely different things. Come to think of it, I'm surprised Malfoy hasn't come around yet, since he's your brother's best friend.." He held tight onto Hermione as she wiggled in his lap. "Since we're truly alone now, why don't we go up to your room?"

She finally escaped his lap when she jumped to her feet. "He hasn't been around because Blaise has been keeping him away in order to help ease me into this whole life-change. It will be hard to adjust to being called Hermione Zabini, but I'm ready for the challenge." Bending over and kissing Ron quickly on the cheek, she smirked. "I guess we are alone, plus my bed is more comfortable."

They made sure the door was shut as they both rushed into the room, Ron having ran up the stairs after her. Lust filled his eyes as Hermione approached him and bit her hip, his gaze raking over her body. "Come here you beautiful witch, I'm a git for almost losing you."

"Ron!" Hermione squeaked as he pulled her against him. His lips crashed onto hers roughly as he kissed her, his hand sliding down to grope Hermione's ass. She kissed him back just as needily, wrapping her arms around his neck and fisting his hair. A loud moan left her mouth as Ron ran his lips along her jaw and down the side of her neck. Hermione wanted him... but in the back of her mind, a ten-year-old boy was glaring at her. His face was so familiar, but she could not figure out why.

"'Mione, do you know how much I want you right now?" Ron thrust his pelvis forward, making them both groan as his hard cock rubbed against her core. He bit gently on her neck and smirked when she bucked her hips in need. "Please, Hermione, I can make you feel amazing."

Unable to keep her body from reacting, she rocked her hips as she claimed his lips. The intensity of the kiss was enough to burn their skin, and both flung away their shirts to cool down. Once their skin touched, Ron's hands began fondling her breasts through her bra, pinching her nipple. Hermione moaned as he lowered his mouth to replace his fingers and nibble on her breast. The need to get closer to him was too much.

Biting down on her lip, Ron ran his hands along her sides. "You know you want to do this. We're all alone. You love me and I love you, so why not?" he said hoarsely, his hips thrusting needfully against her. "Let me make you scream."

"Because-" She clung to his body, still trying to get as close as possible. "I promised myself I would wait until it was right." Rubbing her body against his, she kissed him urgently. "I do want to, but I'm not ready yet."

"Bloody hell, Hermione. You are not helping by rubbing your gorgeous, fit, edible body on mine." Ron placed his palms on her arse and lifted up, Hermione's legs wrapping instantly around his hips. Pushing her against the wall and thrusting upward, they both clung on as Ron rubbed his covered cock along the front of her knickers.

"Fuck, Ron. We need to stop. I need to stop." Hermione made a throaty noise as he unbuttoned her jeans and ran a finger along her wet lips. "No!" She pushed against his hand as he began rubbing her clit.

He ignored her as he rubbed faster, and judging from the expression on his face, he was close to ruining his pants. "Mi, you never deny me this. I can feel how much you want me, it's not like we're shagging." He removed his hand and licked each finger slowly, desire filling his features even more.

Hermione froze, her mind going into overdrive as a memory started playing in her head. She did not hear Ron worriedly saying her name, nor did she realise when he placed her on her bed. All she could see and hear was a memory of herself at nine years old...

"Blay, come on, we're waiting for you!" Hermione called from the back yard. It was hot out and Blaise was supposed to be getting them drinks.

Running out of the back door, her brother grinned as he brought four cups over, one for each of them. "I just got an owl, Draco's on his way over. He said 'I'm so excited to see my Mi again' and I replied back, 'Best mate or not, that is my sister you're talking about'."

Pansy took her cup and winked at Hermione. Lately, her cousin had been in denial and would blush and turn shy whenever Draco came by. "I told you he liked you, too!"

"He told me a few weeks ago, but I wasn't allowed to say anything. We shook on it, like we saw our parents do one time." Daphne informed the others with a grin. As she took her cup from Blaise, a blush crept up her neck. "Thank you, Blaise."

Hermione shook her head and sighed. "He will never like me the way I like him." She kicked a rock that was on the ground, stubbing her toe and whining. "I'm going in the house."

"Wait, Hermione, please stay. I told him you were out back with us, I will protect my sister." Blaise said proudly, acutely aware Daphne was watching him. "Pans, will you keep an eye out for Drake? I want to talk to Hermione."

Without waiting for an answer, he pulled her by the arm and over to a tree.

"What do you want, Blaise? I want to go in the house before he gets here," she complained as he narrowed his eyes. They both turned when the back door opened and Hermione groaned when Draco walked through it. "Now I can't get away, thanks a lot, brother."

Draco noticed Hermione and Blaise by the tree and it seemed like he was about to walk over to them, but Pansy stopped him.

"Come on, Pans, I want to say hi to Mi."

"They're talking, you can wait," Pansy smirked as she looked at her nails. "Why do you want to see my cousin so bad? Do you like her?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about, Mi is just my friend." He looked longingly toward the tree and sighed. "I can't like her, she's my best mate's sister."

Daphne put her arm around Draco's shoulder, patting him on the back. "I think Blaise would be okay with it. Hermione has been encouraging me to tell her brother how I feel. Maybe if you tell Hermione how you feel, I will tell Blaise how I feel!"

Pansy grinned at her friends. "I've been waiting forever for you to admit your feelings finally. We may not be able to date yet, but we can in a year!"

"What if she doesn't like me back?" Draco looked between his friends and noticed Pansy smirking at him. "I know that look, Pans. What are you hiding?"

"Can I tell you a secret? You can't tell her I told you." When Draco nodded, she laughed and made sure the twins were still by the tree. "Hermione likes you too, she's afraid you won't like her."

A smug look formed on Draco's face. Maybe he would talk to her about it after all. "That's the best news I've heard all day." He heard the twins walking back and smoothed the non-existing wrinkles out of his shirt.

Hermione stopped Blaise before they re-joined the group. "Are you sure it's okay that I like Draco? I know he's your best friend." She looked over her shoulder and smiled at Draco's back. "He is perfect!" There was a dreamy look in her eyes, she was indeed smitten.

"What did I say back there? I am obviously okay with it, we're like brothers anyway." Blaise laughed when Draco turned and began walking toward them, making Hermione freeze. "Just relax."

"My favourite twins! I thought you both were avoiding me, is everything okay?" Draco put his arm around both of their shoulders and smirked. "I have to tell you about the broom my father bought me. Come on."

The three of them made their way back to the girls. Hermione caught Blaise watching Daphne thoughtfully and she knew her brother was determined to win her over this year. Their mother told him Mr Greengrass had been asking about Blaise as a potential suitor for his daughter. That would perfect for him, as his crush on Daphne was growing more each day...

"No!" Hermione screamed, terror on her face as the old feelings of her crush on Draco came back in full force. This was not happening, why did it have to be him? The one boy who had treated her terribly for the last seven years.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Ron was sitting next to her, worry etched onto his features. He had fixed both of their outfits and called her father into the room, who had just come home. "Your dad is here, too. We were so worried about you."

Liam looked at his daughter, tears filling his eyes. "What happened, sweetie? Ron told me you two were talking and you blacked out and started screaming."

Hermione looked at her father and started to cry. "I had another memory come through. I think when Ron called me 'Mi', it triggered it. I know, father. Don't tell anyone I know, please?"

Ron looked confused as Liam hugged Hermione tight and whispered something into her ear. "So I can't use that nickname anymore? How can calling her a name trigger something so dramatic?"

"Ronald, I think you should go home, I need to discuss something with my daughter in private. Please do not call her that name again, it is linked to something traumatic for her." Liam said sternly. He stayed and watched closely as the two said their goodbyes and Ron left. His attention back on Hermione, he promised, "It's okay, sweetheart, I won't tell anyone. You can tell them when you're comfortable talking about Draco."

"Thank you, dad, I can't believe it was him. I should have noticed the details more as I remembered things." Hermione berated herself. As she cried in her father's arms, she asked herself again why it had to be Draco Malfoy?

Liam kissed her on the forehead and smiled gently. "Stay in your room and rest tonight. Your mother invited Draco and his mother over, but they all think you're at a friend's house."

Blaise sat next to Draco while their mothers continued to chat, something they had been doing for over two hours so far. "I thought watching my sister snogging her boyfriend was annoying, then I had to come here and hear our mothers laughing for hours. Don't you still have that extra broom so we can fly?"

"Did you have to tell me that, mate? You know I still am in love with your sister." Draco groaned as he looked toward the doors. "I do have the broom, but we aren't discussing your sister anymore."

"Sorry, I wasn't thinking. Let's go fly while they talk." Blaise smirked as he and Draco made their way outside. "Why are you still worried about my sister? You could always try to get Hermione Granger to give you a chance, we all know you fancy her, too."

Draco stopped in his tracks and glared at Blaise. "What is with you? My mother said the same thing! I never had a thing for Granger. Just because they have the same first name and are both good looking... but my heart is taken, and Granger won't steal it from Mi."

Storming past Blaise, Draco crossed the lawn to the makeshift pitch in the backyard. Meanwhile, Blaise laughed at his friend, grabbing the spare broom and hopping on.

"You talk a lot when you drink, Draco, remember back in fifth year? You started whining about my sister and then went on about how you'd love to move on with Granger."

"I never said that, I promised her I would wait for you all to move back." Draco stuck his nose up at Blaise and took off on his broomstick. As they flew around the pitch, his thoughts drifted back to the comparison between the two Hermiones. If he had not known any better, Draco would swear on his Gringotts vault that Granger was just his Mi, undercover. But Blaise would not lie to him; she had been in France this whole time.

They flew for an hour before their mothers called them down. Camilla smiled as both boys landed by them, brooms in their hands. "Blaise, it's time to head home for dinner. I invited Narcissa and Draco to join us. Herms has plans with her friends, so it will be just us and your father."

"What if I don't want to, mother?" Draco whined, hating the fact that he would miss seeing Hermione.

Narcissa looked at her son and narrowed her eyes. "We will be polite and join them, just get cleaned up and we'll all head over to the house together."

Both boys dragged their feet as they entered the manor and headed to the showers. Clearly, neither one was looking forward to dealing with tonight. Camilla smiled knowingly as Narcissa handed her a letter that had just arrived. Opening the message, she scanned the contents and looked relieved. "Let's finish our drinks while they clean up."

In her memory, Pansy and Daphne are talking to Draco. She doesn't hear this obviously but it is an important plot point for later in the story!