HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! I am REALLY sorry I haven't updated in a while. I had musical auditions/callbacks and a bunch of projects and no time in general. I got the part of Rose Smith in Meet Me In St. Louis. WOOT! But, I decided that I would keep the first four chapters how they are now; for those of you who actually read my author's notes. Thanks to EVERYONE who reviewed! You guys motivate me so much! That, and the fact that if I didn't update, you might come find me and lynch me. Either reason works.

Also; if these next chapters have a lot of semi-colons ( ; ), and other Mary Shelley-esque sentance structures, it's because I just had to write an MS imitation paper for english. Mine is about zombies, and I was thinking about expanding it and putting it up on FictionPress. So, if you like zombies, let me know and I'll work on finishing/posting it on fictionpress.

andddddd back to the chapter:

The windows made more white noise and a new picture flickered in the windows. An image that made Hermione weep...

Chapter 6: It's All Water Under the Bridge...

A small boy was laying under a footbridge. It was in the middle of winter, a bitter one at that, and the boy only had a green scarf to keep him warm. He was dirty, thin, and shaking, and he also was missing home. He ran his hand through his long, shaggy, white-blonde hair and sighed as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

He opened his eyes to be greeted by a blinding white light, soon to be cut off by the dark shadowy figure of a stranger. The boy was picked up swiftly, then set down again almost instantly. Words faded in and out of his mind, sometimes hearing the words, "ICU," or, "someone contact his parents!" He didn't have parents to contact. He abandoned them. He was ten years old, and hadn't seen his parents in three years.

Hermione saw the image of this small child dying and couldn't contain her sorrow. Watching her own mate almost die was tearing her apart.

A younger man, perhaps in his mid-thirties, entered through the room's doors. His dark appearance was a stark contrast to the clean, bright hospital room. He looked oddly familiar to Hermione, until she realized that she was looking at her own Potions Master, Severus Snape.

"Draco," his unusually kind voice spewed out, "You're parents need you back at home."

The young child looked into his godfather's eyes and simply said, "let's go."

The image flickered out and Hermione turned to the Fates.

"That's it? Don't we get to see what happened? I want to know that he's alright!"

The Fates looked back to each other and one of them, presumably Is, stepped forward and took Hermione's hand, "Dear, he is with you now, is he not? You must know he is perfectly fine. Now, sit down. We have more things to explain to you. Now, you say that you hate this Malfoy fellow, and that he hates you. You both seem passionate about this hate. You know, some people say there is a very fine line between love and hate, and one more footstep could cross that line."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, just think of how compatible you two are for each other. You are the top of your class, so you are both more than capable of matching wits. Now you both are ridiculously attractive."

"NOW?"

"Well you were attractive before, but now you are RIDICULOUSLY attractive. You both are rich in your own worlds. And people look up to you. It's essentially the perfect match. And you two have the most special of bonds that not even us Fates could have forged."

"SERIOUSLY?! That's all cool, but...he's...himself. I can't possibly learn to love him."

"You will need to love him. The love you two share will be used within the next year to defeat a force of evil so great, even the great Harry Potter will fall before it. Your relationship with Draco Malfoy will be the thing that saves all of humanity. Hermione, you are going to have to see past your differences with Draco. You two have never allowed real love to flood over yourselves. You both need this bond to each other, as well as the rest of the wizarding world."

"But, how do I know he won't reject being a Veela. I've read you could do that."

"Oh, I knew this question would come up. The process is a long process, and it involves the death of you for it to work. I don't think he is really that vile to want you dead."

"You'd be surprised, actually."

"The point is, you both will get over this issue, and will eventually accept it. You will accept it first. Not at first, but before you go back to school. He, on the other hand, will need a bit more time to come around. I'd think around, November maybe?"

"November?! Jeez, what will he spend his time doing?"

"Will Be has told us that he will be oblivious to the fact that you are his mate. He will spend his time fooling around with different girls and it will pain you physically. You may black out a few times, or become frozen to your place as if you were actually cold as ice. Only his touch will be able to release you from it. If you see him with another girl, I advise you to go straight to your dorm and collapse on the couch. Here, this medallion must never leave your neck. If it starts to become warm, you have about five minutes before you have a fit. If you cannot get to your dorm before then, which will happen on more than one occasion, I suggest staying with close friends at all times. That Ginny Weasly girl is competant, she will be able to help you in your hours of need."

Hermione looked down at her hands finally, and saw the necklace already in her hands. She could charm the necklace to look like something else, so it won't look nearly as conspicuous. Hermione finally lept out of her dream world when a voice terribly unfamiliar called out her last name.