Hello my excellent and attractive readers! I'm sorry for the long wait I have put you through. But for once I have a valid excuse! Starting on Monday, I have a week of Provincial Achievement Tests... Yay for the Canadian education system.

And after I finish the four days of torture, I'm going to go to Korea to visit my mother's side of the family! I haven't been there in six or so years, so I'm really excited to see my 할머니 and 할아버지 (Grandma and Grandpa) unfortunately, I don't speak very much Korean. My vocabulary is restricted to basic words... like Cat... And Rabbit... I'll survive though!

And if you haven't already noticed, I have changed the name of the story to "Yellow Roses!" My alternate story will be titled :Let Broken Dragons Lie" for anyone who likes this title. (I actually really like this title myself)

Disclaimer: Even though I wish with all my might on every shooting star I see in the vast night sky, I do not own Harry Potter, any of his friends (or enemies) or the magical world he lives in.


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"And then he lands on his face in a dead faint."

Hermione giggled as Draco attempted to retell the story of their first year.

"And everyone starts to panic; running around, screaming, and crying. I on the other hand-"

"stayed completely calm and was ready to fight the troll, should it have entered the great hall, right?" Hermione gave him a sarcastic grin

"Why, Yes. How in the world did you know?" He shot back, his face completely neutral.

Hermione had asked him to tell her about all of the things that had happened at their time at Hogwarts. She was interested in how he perceived them; after all, everyone remembers things differently. It was odd how he retold the story though. He had told her how when he had tried to befriend Harry, he had been rudely turned down and that Harry had insinuated that he was a bad person.

"It was shocking to me, you must understand. After all, all my life I had thought that everyone would want to be a Malfoy, and since, obviously, not everyone could be the perfection that is our family, everyone would want to be my friend. Childish, I know, but I was only eleven and I had no idea what the world was really like outside of my own little bubble." Hermione sat, intently listening to him tell his tale. So that's how he and Harry became enemies... Harry and Ron never explained to me how it started... I'm sure that he is leaving out some sort of vital information of course, but it's interesting to know.

They sat for many hours, just discussing Hogwarts life. Well, it was more like Draco talking and explaining while Hermione asked both fake and real questions. They had made it to the end of their fifth year when Draco stopped talking.

"Aren't you going to tell me about our sixth year?" She had asked, now completely absorbed in his take of their lives at Hogwarts. Draco stayed silent, he looked angry at himself.

"I'm sorry, but no, I'm not. I shouldn't even have gone this far... Like you said, there isn't really a point, is there? You aren't going to remember anything you heard from me anyways."

"And you're the one who said that you would want to know some things if you were me. And now I want to know some things, our school-life specifically." She said pointedly. "So please, do continue."

Draco groaned and ran his hand through his platinum hair, which was almost brushing his shoulders. -I do hope that he won't take on his father's hairstyle. I don't think it would suit him. She thought offhandedly.- "Sixth year on," He said, voice weary. "Does not contain very many good memories for either of us. Would you really mind that much if we stopped here?"

Oh dear, that was the year he was assigned the mission to murder Professor Dumbledore, wasn't it... I've made him bring up terrible memories. How could I be so insensitive? "Of course, whatever you say. What should we do in the meantime then?" She leaned over so she was at the edge of her seat, she wanted to seem eager.

"...I could teach you some magic?"

"That would be nice, actually." What am I saying? Doesn't my mouth know how hard it is for me to fake not knowing something?

"Good. Well, we should probably start with the basics ... And since you don't have a wand, I suppose you can use mine. Here," He handed Hermione the 10" hawthorn. "Let's start with something easy, like a levitation spell. Repeat after me, Wingardium Leviosa."

"Wingardium Leviosa." She imitated, sighing inwardly.

"Excellent! Your pronunciation was perfect! I'm surprised." Hermione fought against the urge to roll her eyes- She was the first of all her classmates to ever cast the charm successfully- Of course she would pronounce it right. She hoped that he wasn't going to only teach her the ordinary mundane spells and charms. She wanted to do something more complex. He should know that she would be able to handle it.

"Now move your hand like so," He gracefully pointed at the rose in her hair and flicked his index finger upwards, the blossom immediately rose from her tangle of curls and floated towards a vase that sat on the coffee table. And with a small tap of his fingers, Draco let the flower fall and land in the water with a slight splash. This time Hermione was impressed, Draco knew how to use wandless magic? It had taken her weeks for her to learn the skill, and she still had trouble with it sometimes. She lifted the borrowed wand and, with a swish and a flick, levitated a couch cushion into the air. "That's adequate wand work there, always room for improvement though." Adequate? Oh, I'll show him adequate. Hermione thought peevishly, with a sudden flourish of her hand the cushion flew across the room and hit Draco smack in the face. Hermione covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her giggles.

"Was that better? Professor Malfoy?" He glared at her with a fierce look in his eyes. Without saying a word he made a movement with his right hand and all the pillows in the room were suddenly in the air.

"That depends, Miss Granger."

"Erm, depends on what?" She asked, eyeing the pillows with apprehension.

"Depends on whether you survive this!" All the cushions suddenly started to attack her, hitting her just hard enough to push her around.

"Hey!" She chuckled, "Cut it ou-" A large seat cushion smacked her in the face, silencing her pleas.

"I will hear nothing but words of surrender."

"I think you are underestimating my power of strategy!" Hermione leapt through the barrage of padding and grabbed Draco by the collar of his shirt, pulling him down with her onto the, now, cushion-less sofa.

"What are you-" This time it was him who was gagged as the fleet of pillows followed after Hermione and crashed into him as well. "Oh, you are going down!" He yelled over the rustling of fabric as he attempted to hold Hermione down.

She evaded his grasp and dodged to one side. "Don't count on it!" She giggled as she tried to pin him. She laughed and he growled as they tried to wrestle each other down onto the sofa, while dodging the flying cushions that would periodically try to hit them in the head. They were soon locked hand in hand, in an almost arm-wrestling situation, trying to push the other over.

"You're stronger than you look, but you should know that I'm not using my full strength!" Draco said through clenched teeth,

Hermione gave a bark of laughter, "I already told you not to underestimate me, Malfoy!" His eyes widened and his strength faltered for a moment. That was all Hermione required however and she forced him down and sat on his chest. "I win." She smiled.

"You should also know," Draco grunted, apparently over his moment of shock, "That Malfoy's never loose and are always ready to take an opportunity!" He suddenly made another movement with his hand and Hermione was jerked into the air,

"Hey! Let me down!" She struggled against the invisible force that held her aloft.

"I'll be glad to. After you apologize for trying to get the best of a Malfoy."

She sighed, "Fine, Oh Great One! I humbly ask you to bestow upon me your forgiveness, to which I am not worthy of!" She exclaimed dramatically.

"Very good." Hermione flopped back onto the ground, luckily on a pile of pillows, which had stopped flying around their heads at some point.

"Wow, I don't think I've done anything this exerting for a while! What time is it?" Draco looked at the ornate silver watch that decorated his wrist.

"...Seven..."

"Five hours until I regain my memories then." Hermione gave a nod.

"And five hours until you forget everything that we did today."

"Hmm... Yes, that too." She felt guilty knowing that she wouldn't actually forget anything that happened that day. It was like she was betraying him. She didn't know when she started to feel sorry for Malfoy, she felt like they had been misunderstanding him for all those years. The Malfoy she thought she knew never would have playfully wrestled with a muggleborn. Perhaps they all could have been friends if they had just met under better circumstances.

And if he and his family weren't so prejudice against muggleborns. Her constantly-running mind reminded her.

Then why is he being so nice to me? Why did he play with me like that? She countered. Apparently even her deep subconscious had nothing to argue against her comeback with, because she could think of no reason why.

It's not like it matters anyways, I suppose. She thought to herself. It's not like we are ever going to speak to each other again after this.

Hermione lay still on the floor, feeling just a little bit sad at the sobering thought.


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