NOTES: There are flashes in here as you can tell by the title. Flashes as in images and scenes from the past so basically a flashback but from another's perspective. The flashes will be italisized and in paragraphs. Each paragraph is another year at Hogwarts. Thanks and enjoy. -Levi

(Draco's POV)

I let the warm water pour down my neck and back as I leaned against the shower wall, thinking. I couldn't help but think about what I had overheard Ginny and Hermione talking about.

Did she really find me different in a good way? Or was she just saying that to get Ginny off of her case? I had a million questions zooming through my mind and I didn't know the answers to a single one.

There were a million other things that I could be focusing on right now but they weren't there. The only thing that I could think about was her. She had forgotten everything about our pasts in those moments. I knew now that I wasn't the only one and that made me feel a little bit better about everything.

I couldn't figure out what that everything meant though. What could it possibly mean?

One thought kept resurfacing during my search to figure it out and that thought was something Pansy had said when I told her how I felt about Hermione during that fight.

"You love her." she said.

I shook the thought away. No. I didn't love her. It was just something that happened and we both forgot what the past had brought us. That was it. There was nothing more to it. But then why did I feel so upset when when she called me arrogant and annoying? It hurt even worse though, when she said she could never be with someone like me unless she had to... which she did now.

I don't know why it hurt so much and it confused me to no end. "You love her." Pansy's voice said again.

Nope. No way. Nuh uh. I shook my head and decided to finish showering. I turned around and noticed something near the drain. It was shiny. I leaned down to inspect it closer and saw that it was a golden necklace which curled over an emerald heart and had three small diamonds just above the curl.

The necklace oddly reminded me of my own. I never wore jewelry but my mother loved it. She went out one day, and knowing my favorite color was red, got me a necklace with a ruby in it. I wore it to special occasions with the family, such as parties, gatherings, and just formal dinners. My mother loved to see me wearing it. That's the only reason I kept it. I loved seeing my mother happy and if wearing that necklace was one of the ways to do it, then that's what I was going to do.

No one knew about it though. It was sitting in the small little treasure chest in my bag.

I realized that the necklace in front of me, must have belonged to Hermione. It must have fallen off when she took a shower earlier. I reached forward and tried to pick it up. An image flashed across my vision. It was of a young girl with bushy hair and I knew that it was Hermione. I dropped the necklace and fell backwards causing a loud thump.

"Are you okay in there?" Hermione asked.

"I'm fine thanks." I yelled back.

"Alright." she yelled.

I stayed sitting down and thought about what just happened. When I saw the image, everything around me faded into white except that picture of her. I had a strange feeling too. Touching the necklace made me feel... secure. But there was something else too... I just couldn't place my finger on it.

I decided that I wanted to find out what it was. Gulping nervously, I reached down and grabbed the necklace. A series of images flashed past but they were too quick for me to see. Then it finally settled on one.

I was laughing with my friends when some girl opened the door. She hadn't knocked or asked to come in, she just did. Blaise glared at her because she had no right to do that. She stared at the ground as she asked if we had seen a toad. That boy Neville lost it... again. I continued staring at her and she looked up. I half expected to see how I felt about her doing so but instead found myself feeling something else. She stared straight back at me and one thought filled my head. 'God he's cute.'

I pulled my hand back and chuckled slightly. Now I knew how the flashes worked... sort of. I would go back to a moment between the two of us and would feel what she felt, see what she saw, and think what she thought. It was quite funny actually. Earlier I had asked if she liked me and now I can find out if she was lying or not.

She was staring at the test in front of her and trying to answer the questions but she couldn't answer them. Her mind was elsewhere. She couldn't think properly with all of the questions and riddles running through her mind. A chair screeched as I got up from my chair and her head whipped around.' How is Draco finished before me? Did I just call him Draco? Why did I do that? Focus Hermione Focus. But why did he finish first? Wait... he is the second smartest person in the school, only second to me of course.' she watched as I walked out of the classroom with a smirk on my face and continued to stare at the door long after I had left.

I chuckled again as I imagined what happened afterwards. Snape must have smacked her with his book and made her focus. It is quite a funny picture actually, considering she never gets in trouble and never has to be told twice about finishing her assignments.

Hermione watched in awe as Harry set down with Buckbeak. I didn't believe that you had to go through that whole process just to touch it so I walked straight forward. "Draco no!" she yelled. I walked forward anyway and got hit on the arm. She ran forward only to remember we were supposed to be enemies so she made her way towards Harry instead, to cover it up. 'God I hope he's okay.' The scene then changed to another point in the same year. I recognized it too. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had just gotten back from Hagrid's hut. It was supposed to be the execution of Buckbeak. I remember not actually wanting the beautiful creature killed but I was afraid of what would happen had I not acted like I did. I made fun of Hermione for everything and she became pissed. She threatened me with her wand and for a moment I was terrified. 'I hope he learns his lesson. Don't mess with me when I'm upset or it will only make things worse for him.' Then instead of hexing me she punched me in the face. 'That felt kinda good. But I hope he's okay.'

She punched me in the face, thought it felt good, then hoped I was okay. I am starting to see a new side to Hermione that I didn't know existed.

I stood at the bottom of the stairs, smiling and laughing with Pansy. I had pretended to do so because I didn't want her to think I hated her and because she was the only person who knew my soft side and would often listen to me talk about how much life sucked. I turned and watched as Hermione walked down the stairs in her elegant dress smiling at Victor Krum, who awaited her at the bottom. I had turned back around and was talking to Pansy again so that I could avoid the feelings coursing through my veins. Her smile faltered when she saw me having a great time with Pansy. 'Ugh I hate her. She's so annoying and clingy. What does he see in her?' When Krum asked her what was wrong she replied with a short nothing and danced with him. Later when they took a break from dancing she realized how much she missed actually talking to someone. She tried talking to Ron but he was pissed about her not going with him. She angrily walked off and seemed to calm down a bit until she saw me dancing happily with Pansy. The only reason I was so happy at the moment was because Pansy had given me some great advice before asking me to dance to my favorite song. Hermione huffed angrily and stormed off being in an even worse mood when she yelled at Harry later.

Huh. So Hermione can get very jealous at times. That will make this relationship a bit more interesting.

She was helping train Dumbledore's Army and they were doing very well at it. They had progressed a lot but then suddenly there was a loud ruckus as a hole appeared in the wall. Umbridge peered through it at everyone inside before blowing through it entirely so that she could give detention to everyone inside. I stood off to the side trying to look proud but I could barely muster the strength to stand there. I hated being on this side of everything. Always the bad guy. Hermione looked at me but I wasn't paying any attention. A million emotions flitted across her face in a few seconds. Anger. Hurt. Betrayal. Anger again and so on so forth. In the end she just looked hurt as she stared at me. 'How could you do this? I thought you were getting better. Then you turn around and stab me in the back. I actually believed you had changed even if Harry and Ron though that it was impossible for you to do so. I guess they were right.'

I was quite shocked to see that Hermione actually thought that I was a good person and had the ability to change. Even when everyone disagreed with her... she still refused to believe that I could never change. She had hope that I would. She thought it was possible and I just shut that down in a matter of seconds. Wow. I really did suck as a person then.

She had seen Snape heading upstairs and thought it was quite suspicious so she headed up after him. She was pulled aside by Harry who sat underneath the floorboards, watching what was happening above. She watched in horror as I pulled out my wand to kill Dumbledore. I couldn't do it though. I knew that if it ever came down to it... I would never be able to kill a person. Snape had pushed me aside and done it himself as tears streamed down my face. I watched as Dumbledore fell to his death. I felt Hermione flood with relief when she realized that I wasn't the one who killed him. She was angry at Snape for doing it instead but was alot happier that I wasn't the one to do it.

If only she knew how much I really didn't do throughout the school years. There were lots of rumors about lots of things that I did an most of them weren't true. If only she knew. I had a feeling that this time I touched the necklace, would be the last vision I would see out of all of them and it would probably be the most meaningful as well.

She had found out that one of my friends had planned on killing me because Voldemort told him to. I had betrayed Voldemort and he was not too pleased when he found out. My friend tried to kill me but when Hermione found out she begged Harry and Ron to help. They both seemed a bit hesitant but she reminded them of the people they were and they decided to help. She was extremely relieved to see that I had been saved and was happy for me when my parents also betrayed Voldemort to come find me in the middle of the war. She didn't blame me for Fred's death but was still really sad about it but the one feeling that stands out was her fear. She wasn't afraid of the war, or losing her life. She wasn't afraid of Voldemort or the thousands of deaths around her. What she feared was what may have happened to me if my father wasn't the one who found me. She feared what would have happened had I been found by Voldemort instead.

The water had turned cold and was now making me shiver as it ran down my back. I just stared at the necklace in my hands as I thought about that last vision. She knew that I didn't kill Fred and even though no one believed her she still thought I was able to change. And I did. But what shocked me the most was her fear over me. Not of me but for me. It was heart warming.

I shook my head to rid myself of the thoughts. I would think about it later, when I was warmer. I got out and prepared for bed, grabbing the necklace as I walked out. Once I got into the room I knelt on one knee in front of Hermione.

"Eww are you proposing?" she asked scrunching her nose.

"Ha ha very funny Hermione. No."I said. I pulled out the necklace and laughed as Ron gasped and ran off. He didn't see the necklace in my hands though which made this even funnier.

Me and Hermione began laughing. After we finally stopped though, I showed her the necklace. "I believe this belongs to you." I said. Her eyes widened in shock.

"Where did you find it? I thought that I had lost it and was so upset." she asked.

"Near the shower drain. It must have fallen off." I said. "Well turn around." I said.

"What for?" she asked suspiciously.

"Just do it."

Hesitantly she turned around and I put the necklace on her.

"Thank you."

I nodded towards her and smiled. We both crawled into bed finally relaxing.

"One more thing." she said.

"What?" She turned on the bedside lamp and smiled wickedly. She pulled something out from behind her and her smile grew wider.

"I didn't know you were the type to wear Jewelry." she said.