Disclaimer: Without borrowing the great J.K. Rowling's characters, this Fanfiction would never have existed. Especially since I couldn't write a fic about something that didn't exist.

A/N: Dumbledore was talking to…

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Hermione Granger. "Ah, speak of the devil," the old man cried when he saw Draco. "Professor Snape came up here after your lesson yesterday. He has found that you were a good student that took to the lesson well, but he feels that you must learn more than just potions. You must learn several other parts of magic. Professor Snape proposed the idea of a tutor. And seeing how Miss Granger is the smartest witch in your year, very capable of tutoring you without her grades slipping, she should be the one for the job. And she has graciously accepted."

"Thanks," he said to Hermione.

"Now, Miss Granger, I believe you have class?"

"Yes, Professor." She promptly left. Draco watched her brown curls bounce out the door.

"Draco, you wanted to talk to me about what, exactly?"

"I went back in time again. I met the creator of my Time Turner."

"Do you know his name?"

"No, but this-" he pointed to his chest "- is the first Time Turner. And he said that he would give me the Time Turner- his copy. He didn't know I had one."

"So you have met Marius Lazeur. He created the first Time Turner twelve hundred and fifty-three years ago. And despite the fact that he speaks medieval French, you convinced him to give you his first Time Turner. Do you have it?"

"No. He had to tweak its protective charms."

"I think that your encounter makes sense with your story. The Time Turners are supposed to take the used to the past. But perhaps originally Time Turners were used to give the owner the power to travel through time with only the thought rather than the actual process of turning it. Perhaps the first Time Turner was meant to give you the ability to go wherever you wanted, whenever you wanted, without having to physically use the Time Turner."

"You mean he wanted me like this?" Draco yelled.

"I don't think that he wanted you to forget your whole life. This was the first Time Turner, so it makes sense that there were some side effects.

"I would also like to point out that this Time Turner was given to you. I have never heard of anything else like that. They were usually bought, or taken forcefully, or stolen. Never freely given like in this situation. So you are perhaps the only person who this would happen to. The only person to control time."

Draco thought about this. "Before I had met this guy- Marius Lazeur- I got the Time Turner. But it wouldn't have embedded in me until I was given the Time Turner by him."

"A great mystery. Have you ever heard of a self-fulfilling prophecy? No? It means that a prophecy was told, and because someone heard the prophecy they changed their actions so that the prophecy came true. If the person never had heard it, though, he would have done something differently so that the prophecy would not have come true. It is the same principle."

"So you're saying that if I hadn't got the Time Turner in the first place, none of this would have happened? I wouldn't have met Lazeur and he would never have promised me the Time Turner?"

"Correct. A strange predicament, no?"

"Yeah. Uh, could I go? I'm getting a headache."

Dumbledore smiled. "Of course. Hermione Granger will be coming to your rooms to tutor you this afternoon, and you will be taught by Professor Snape again later today, correct?"

"Yeah." And with that, Draco turned to leave.

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After several minutes Draco realized that Hermione Granger was going to tutor him. Dreamy, mind- numbing Hermione. He nearly screamed with delight. She would be tutoring him, alone, in his rooms. Today. He might have been tired from all of his nighttime time traveling, but he perked up when he thought of Hermione.

Her name was like silk on his lips.

And now he knew that Hermione Granger was extremely smart. It made sense. It fit her, as if she was meant to be intelligent. Anything else would make her seem incomplete. Her beauty reflected her bookishness- she seemed more practical and devoted to learning rather than what she looked like. Yet she still had a natural glow to her that no amount of make-up could ever reproduce. Draco remembered the saying, the eyes are the mirrors to the soul. Her brown eyes were bright, attentive, and a lovely shade that stood out against the pale creaminess of her skin.

This image fell out of Draco's mind when the real Hermione came into the room. Draco gasped.

"I was knocking out there for five minutes! And then I finally open the door and you're just sitting there, staring off into space like a buffoon. I don't know about you, but I could be doing other things than tutoring you, Malfoy."

"Oh, uh, sorry," he said quickly. "So, what're you going to teach me?"

"I think we should start with Defense Against the Dark Arts." This struck a chord, for some strange reason. One part of him said he wouldn't need Defense Against the Dark Arts. He would learn the actual Dark Arts themselves. Strangely enough, that voice sounded very much like his father.

But the other half of him said that he wouldn't need the Dark Arts. They were violent and very much illegal, and those who used them were going to fall sooner than those who didn't use the Arts. The voice reminded Draco of one specific girl.

And then came a basic explanation about the Dark Arts and the components of them and the generally most effective ways to defend yourself. For curses, of course, there were ways to protect, block, deflect, or dodge the spell. Magical creatures often had to somehow be defeated. And Dark objects had to be protected from. They were the hardest, since the objects could be naturally magical, or perhaps cursed or even possessed. The counter-curses and protections oftentimes were case-specific.

Draco then tried his hand at using his wand for simple things. It was easier when he had someone telling him how to properly hold the wand, and pronounce the words, and swish the wand through the air correctly. And that was his day, until about twelve forty-five, when Hermione said that she had Care of Magical Creatures to go to, and wanted to see if she could get a bite to eat first in the Great Hall.

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A/N: A perfectly innocent place to stop, I think. The end is a bit boring, but it's important to realize that Draco has absolutely no clue to what he's been learning for the past four and a half years.

If you don't understand anything about Draco and Dumbledore's conversation, here is pretty much what happened:

Draco was given the Time Turner approximately twelve hundred fifty years ago. So it remembers who its owner is. When the Time Turner finally got to Draco again, it became his tattoo because that is what it's supposed to do. There's this whole chicken-and-egg scenario where Draco was able to get the Time Turner in the first place because he went back in time, but he was able to go back in time because he had the Time Turner.

If you need more of an explanation, say so in a review, and I'll write you something else. But you'd have to be kind of thick to not understand something. Either that, or I'm bad at explaining.

Anyway, I won't update until Sunday or Monday at the earliest, since I'm going on vacation. I will not be taking my laptop since I don't have a case for it yet, and won't have any access to another computer. That also means that I won't be able to explain stuff to you till Sunday, either.

Please review. By the time Sunday gets around and I check my email, I better have several emails from Fanfiction saying I got reviews.

Oh, and thanks to voldyismyfather and killingromeo for thinking that Dumbledore was talking to Hermione. Killingromeo also thought maybe Lucius, which is also both plausible and relevant to my story. Thanx, you guys!

And, yes I'm a little late, but MAY WOODSTOCK LIVE FOREVER!

Peace out!