A/N: i'm sure this will really surprise you all, but...i don't own Harry Potter - i saw that i forgot to add that in the earlier chapters...oh...unfortunately, i don't own switchfoot either - i really hope they don't mind i'm borrowing one of my favorite songs by them...

A/N Part II: conversation between Memory Hermione and Memory Draco is in italics - it's just too confusing otherwise :)

Yesterday is a kid in the corner
Yesterday is dead and over

Chapter 7

She gave him a sideways glance as she pulled out a single crystal vial and emptied its contents into the pensieve. Draco chortled, "a heart-shaped vial...SERIOUSLY? Someone gave you their memories in a HEART-SHAPED vial? That...is...hilarious...and sad...but definitely hilarious." A heart-shaped crystal. Weasley would definitely be the over-the-top ridiculous romantic type of idiot. Hermione gave him a smirk, "Don't laugh too hard ferret boy...this is one of YOUR memories."

"Well, aren't you coming...or are you afraid of what you'll see?" she asked with an impish smile. Draco glared at her and lowered his face into the swirling memories. Draco scanned his surroundings and noted that they were walking along a gravel road in what appeared to be the English countryside on a drizzly day. "Pay attention Malfoy...here comes someone." He quickly turned his head and saw a witch walking downhill towards them with her head lowered. "Granger," he hissed, "It's you!" "Yes Malfoy...I see that...why are you whispering? I've already told you...no one can see or hear us, now come on and follow her...you don't want to miss any of this."

Draco rolled his eyes and walked closer to Memory Hermione. She appeared to be close in age to the "real" Hermione and her face appeared downcast. She continued to walk down the gravel road and as he neared her, he realized she was muttering furiously under her breath. "Honestly...Ronald Weasley...why I ever thought he could possibly not act like an utter and complete jacka..." Memory Hermione's tirade was interrupted by a loud popping noise and a shrill scream escaped. Draco watched (with more than a little appreciation of her dexterity) as she spun behind her pointing a wand. Draco gaped in shock as he watched himself emerge from beneath an invisibility cloak. Memory Draco appeared older than Memory Hermione, perhaps by four or five years years. His hair was also longer than Draco had ever had grown it and the wind blew the strands around his face.

"MALFOY? What in Merlin's beard are you doing here?" Draco couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her and a crooked smile spread across his face. "Mione...you look...you look wonderful..." "What? What are you talking about? Since when do you call me by my name...and...how did you get Harry's cloak? Did you steal it? Why do you look so...so...so different? You had better start talk..." Draco began to laugh at the furious look on the witch's face. "Dammit Malfoy...I'm going to curse the pants off of you if you don't start talking this instant!" "What is today's date?" "What?" "The date...what's today's date?" "Have you gone insane? It's June 18, 1999." "Ahhhh...so the two year anniversary for Dumbledore's death isn't for another three days...that would explain it then." "Explain WHAT Malfoy...why are you talking in riddles? Why do you look so...weird? Did you run out of hair potion? Also, just in case you haven't noticed, I have my wand pointing at your FACE...and trust me...I have mastered the Bat Bogey Hex...I don't think you really want to endure THAT one agai..."

Draco rolled his eyes, "And I thought I took this bad...Merlin's beard! I have something to give you...I know that this seems insane...TRUST me...I get it...but I have to give you something...I promise, in exactly three days, it will make perfect sense...but you have to trust me on this." Hermione snorted, "Me, trust you? Oh yes, because you have given me so many reasons to TRUST you...I mean, we're so buddy buddy and all. Has someone Imperioed you?" Draco couldn't help but laugh. "Bloody hell...what did you tell me to say? Um...crap! That's right...here...look...look at this." Hermione stepped away from him as he began removing his robe. "MALFOY! What the bloody HELL are you DOING? If you don't stop taking off your clothes I swear I'll, I'll, I'll..." "Would you bloody stop for one minute. I'm not here to hurt you...I swear it...I'm TRYING to show you something so you'll stop threatening to curse me." Hermione hesitated for a moment and then took a step forward and then stopped. "Wait a minute...are you wearing MUGGLE clothes? Seriously? When did you start wearing...is that an ANBERLIN shirt? You, Draco Malfoy, like MUGGLE music?" Draco glared at her for a moment, "You know what...now I'm GLAD that I took your news so deliriously bad...at least I didn't make fun your taste in clothing...which, by the way...has greatly improved since we got together." "Since...we...got...to...what? Seriously Malfoy, I am NOT in the mood for this nonsense so why don't you go annoy someone else." "GRANGER...shut...up. I'm trying to show you something," he growled as he held his left arm out to her." "Malfoy...seriously, I don't have time for..." Her voice trailed off and her eyes widened as the relevance of what Malfoy was showing her sank in. "Your arm...you have the Dark Mark...I know you had it branded on you...I saw it with my own eyes. How did you get rid of it?"

"That's what I'm trying to tell you. Now just shut up for a minute and let me talk. In three days you are going to be getting ready for bed. A package is going to appear out of nowhere and you're going to be really freaked out about it. You are going to open it...when you open that package it is going to reverse a spell Dumbledore cast on you during your sixth year...it's some variation of obliviate." "That is the most preposterous thing I have ever heard in my entire life...I never even met with Dumbledore sixth year...and how would you know any of this?" Malfoy gave her a charming smile, "Hermione...there are so many things I could tell you but you won't believe any of them. This will make more sense in three days...just...as hard as I know this will be for you...try to be patient...oh, and don't forget, watch these as soon as you can." Hermione stared as Malfoy gave her a quick smile and wink as he handed her a heart shaped crystal bottle. He pulled his robe back on and pulled a long gold chain from beneath his tee shirt. "See you soon," he called as he began to twist the hourglass..."Wait! Malfoy! Is that a time turn..." Her voice trailed off as he gave her a final wink and disappeared from sight."

Draco turned towards Hermione, "What the bloody he..." He suddenly felt himself spinning and then thrown to the ground. He jumped to his feet with his wand drawn. "Settle down Malfoy...we're still in your memory." He whirled around and felt his jaw drop. They were suddenly in a bedroom...and laying in the bed reading a book was one Hermione Granger.

Draco was laughing as he walked into the room. "Did you enjoy yourself," Hermione asked with a smirk on her face. "Oh 'Mione...that...was...priceless. I can't believe you threatened me with the Bat Bogey Hex," he laughed as he pulled off his robes and the long gold chain. Hermione rolled her eyes at him as she laid her book aside and took the time turner from him and stored it in a small wooden box sitting on the bedside table. "Hahahaha...I don't want to hear it...you know you paid me back in spades." "I have to tell you though...the younger you did make me slightly uncomfortable." "This should be good...how on earth did the 19 year old me make you, Draco Malfoy, feel uncomfortable? Were you surprised I didn't instantly fall to my knees worshipping you?" He grinned at her, "Nope...but you couldn't take your eyes OFF of my arse in these muggle jeans." She stuck her tongue out and threw a pillow at him. He grinned broadly, pulled the jeans off and tossed them at her. "Admit it Granger...nothing has changed...you STILL can't keep your eyes off my ass." She rolled her eyes and started to laugh as he jumped into the bed and pulled her close. "Shut up...it's not my fault that you were blessed with an extremely lovely derriere...and yes...jeans do accentuate it rather well." "I knew it," he whispered as he kissed her.

Draco felt the now familiar jerk and felt himself once again being pulled through time. He and Hermione were now following themselves down a busy evening street. Memory Hermione and Draco appeared to be in their early 20's. Draco noticed that while his blond hair was still slicked back he had donned Muggle clothing for the evening.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this. We're in MUGGLE London...MUGGLE LONDON." "Oh, stop your whining, you're going to love the cinema." "I just don't know why we can't watch the telly." "BECAUSE Draco, this movie isn't on the telly yet. Speaking of which, how much do you love the telly? It took me how long to talk you into letting me bring one into the flat and now you watch it more than I do." "I can't help it! It's amazing! I just can't believe wizards haven't come up with something like that yet...it really is an ingenious invention." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Trust me...you'll love this...it's like watching a giant telly." "What are we going to see anyways?" She grinned at him, "It's something I'm sure you'll like...it's about vampires."

Draco felt himself begin to spin and suddenly reappear outside the same cinema he and Hermione had watched their memory selves enter.

"That was the stupidest movie I have ever gone to see in my entire life." "Well, that's not saying much since it's the only movie you've ever seen in your entire life. Have I ever mentioned how dramatic you are? It's really quite amusing." "Stop trying to change the subject. You seriously liked that movie? It was about VAMPIRES...that SPARKLE...who are VEGETARIANS. That in itself is completely stupid...they're not vegetarians...they drink BLOOD...it's not like they were drinking the blood of carrots." "You didn't think it was romantic in the slightest bit?" "How was it romantic? I love you but I want to kill you, blah blah blah. I just think you fancy that Edward Cullen character." Hermione laughed, "Well, he is handsome...but who wants someone that perfect? I like my men with flaws." She laughed at the outrage on his face. "I'll make it up to you...when we get home you can pick out a movie for us to watch." "You want to watch ANOTHER movie?" "Maybe, why?" He grinned at her, "Because I have a better idea of what we can do when we get home." He took her hand and pulled her close. She looked up into his face and smiled. "That might be fun," she whispered as she leaned towards him and as she brushed her lips to his. "But only if you call me spider monkey."

Draco felt the familiar swirling sensation and felt his feet hit the ground. He looked around and realized that they had returned to the bedroom at Grimmauld Place. Hermione was standing with her back to him. "Granger..." She slowly turned to face him, "Yes Draco?" "What are we doing back here? Aren't there anymore?" "Anymore what?" "Anymore of my memories." He watched as a smile played across her features. "We'll watch some more of those later...I have an important one to show you so we can come up with a plan." He could only watch as she stood up and walk towards the bedroom door. She stopped and turned towards him, "Well, aren't you coming?" Draco wordlessly followed her out the door.

A/N: yes - i had to include Draco wearing an Anberlin tee shirt - can't help it - they're my favorite band! Now review - please? :)