Soooo sorry, I haven't updated in months. I went back and read the story. I'm back and have new ideas! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! This chapter's a bit cheesy but bear with me…

Chapter 10: Forgotten Memories

After the trip to Hogsmeade, everything was going great for the wizarding couple. Neither of them could have asked for more. After four years of waiting, the one place they both wanted to visit was the beach they were at in their third year.

Being seventeen has its perks. Unaware of the fact that both of them were thinking the same thing.

"Hermione, you know what I'm thinking?"

"No… But I know what I'm thinking."

"Yeah, what is it?"

"I have a sudden urge to visit that amazing beach we were on if it doesn't bring back harsh memories for you of your father. I have been dying to go their ever since."

"You were thinking what I was thinking."

"On the count of three," said Hermione with shut eyes.

"One, two, three," they chanted together."

The image that appeared when they opened their eyes was dazzling. The beauty they had missed for years. The place brought back dying memories.

The tide was high and the only thing more beautiful than the sound of the waves was their love for each other. It made them forget about school, WWT, Hermione's problem with Ron, the NEWTS which were coming up, Voldemort and the fact that they would soon have to leave this place and return to that life.

The sun was about to set in a while. Hermione and Draco walked through the warm water to the other side of the beach. No words were necessary in a situation as strong as this one. As they walked further, a large flat rock appeared at which they sat and stared at the large ball of fire which was slowly dying out.

"Hermione, I've been thinking about that poem by Emily Dickinson, the one in that letter you gave me. The poem was true then but all that has changed now. The remembrance applied to both of us. Now we're together. You know, I read that poem every night before I went to bed and dreamed of you."

He looked up at Hermione who had tears in her eyes. She had not yet told him of Voldemort. How would she ever tell him?

" 'Mione, what's the matter? I'm back and that's all that matters. What I did was dumb and I will let nothing come between us."

"Yeah, I know you won't Draco. But it's something Harry said, he said…"

"That Potter, when I get my hands on him," Draco's grey eyes were now blazing red with fire.

"He didn't say anything like that. I'm scared for me, him and you. You know why? It's because of V-V-Voldemort," she shivered as she spoke the name. Draco had not even twitched. He had come to hate the man. "He said that he's after his friends, especially me to get to him. If he knows that I'm with you, he might hurt you. I would never allow that! That man, he ruined the lives of countless people while getting nothing out of it."

He took her hand in his, and took her close to the water. The sun had set and know the moon was full. "If you ever think I will let that happen, you're wrong. Nothing, including him will ever come between us again.

Hermione suddenly hiccupped and Draco put his arms around her in a very warm and comforting hug. Right now all he wanted was to escape from everything. It was true, when Voldemort finds out about them, he will go after him because he was the son of a death eater. It would bring shame on his father's memory.

He wiped her tears away and looked into her shiny, chocolate-brown eyes. They reflected the feeling he felt deep in his heart. Hermione came closer and could feel the warmth of his body.

Draco lowered his face and their lips locked. Things were getting heated up. His tongue entered her mouth and her hands went up to his neck. He held her firmly around the waist. His hands felt up her body and the kiss was just getting deeper. They were both as close as could be. No force could separate them. Now Hermione was kissing back with equal force, wanting nothing more. Her fears had faded in to the distance, returning as soon as her conscious.

Hermione played with his hair. He began kissing her neck, she had never felt such a sensation. She put her arms behind her around his waist. They went on for a while longer until Hermione withdrew and sat on the sand remembering forgotten memories.

All her teenage life, she had missed out on the feeling of having a boyfriend. Now she had one, she was being chased with a dark wizard and her best friend.

They sat next to each other holding hands. He took her hand in his and examining the form. He had finally gotten what he had asked for. The silence was comfortable with the whistling wind and the repetitive waves.

"So… Hermione, had any boyfriends?" he asked.

"I guess not. But I do have a brother," she said teasingly.

"Really? Would your brother do this?" he asked.

He gave her a long, deep kiss and releasing to look into her eyes.

"Of course not."

They lay down together and talked about the previous four years in which they had missed each other's company.

"Next time you're going to France, I'm going with you. Agreed?" she said with a broad smile.

"You'll make my girlfriends jealous," he said teasingly.

"You know what I really missed since when he met last on the beach? We didn't make anything out of sand!"

Knowing Hermione for as long as he did, he understood exactly what she meant. She always loved the sand. When they were younger, they would make sand castles, faces and bury each other in the sand.

Draco turning in the opposite direction made a picture on the sand. When he was finished, he asked Hermione to turn around.

She saw it and beamed. Simple actions can make a person smile. A smile is priceless. It was a big heart with the initials DM and HG on them. He had placed his ring next to her name. He took her hand, took off her ring and placed it next to his name.

They looked back at each other and started laughing.

"I remember you're ticklish!" exclaimed Draco.

Hermione's eyes wandered as he chased her the length of the beach.

This was too perfect. They had no idea what lay ahead of them.

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