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Chapter 12

MR. POTTER-HOGWARTS

Harry strolled through the corridors of Hogwarts after eating his lunch in the kitchen. It had been hours since he had spoken with Pansy and still no one was looking for him. She never did mention if she was going to tell anyone he was there or not. He shrugged, continuing his leisurely walk.

Harry heard voices coming from a classroom and he approached carefully. Taking a quick look inside he found himself and Hermione packing up a potion.

"…did you want to come?" The older Harry asked. Hermione shook her head slightly.

"No, I think I'll just stay here, maybe go to the library." They embraced one another and Harry smiled from under the cloak. He felt terrible that he hadn't been there for Hermione, at least, as far as she knew.

"Thanks for your help Hermione." The Headmaster turned and headed for the door. Harry was about to turn away, so as not to be in the way, when Hermione spoke.

"Harry?" The youngest Potter turned to watch them. "I love you, and I'm sorry…" Harry hated seeing his friend like this, but was thankful his older self was just as in tune to her needs. The eldest Harry walked back to her and wrapped her in a hug.

"I love you too Hermione." Harry whispered just as his older self said the same. He was amazed by the exactness of the gesture when his future self kissed Hermione's forehead and left the room.

As soon as he was gone Harry watched Hermione sigh and lean against one of the tables. She bit her lip thoughtfully before sighing again. She was aggravated. Harry slowly inched towards her and sat a few tables away.

"Damn you Harry Potter!" Hermione suddenly shouted. Harry was taken aback but he didn't move. Did she know he was here?

Standing, Hermione walked right past Harry, stomping her feet the entire way until she was out of the room. Guess not. Harry jumped to his feet and followed her all the way back to her bedroom. Just when Harry thought she was going to enter her room, she turned to Malfoy's door and stopped.

Hermione stood there for a few minutes shifting her weight from one foot to the other and back again. She glared at the door intensely until she finally raised her hand and knocked. Putting her hand back down she heard Malfoy stumble around inside.

When Malfoy finally opened the door he was deranged. Hermione took a step back before Draco also backed away from her into his bedroom. Harry was surprised that Hermione entered the room as Draco began yelling at her about money and his privates.

"Yep, I'm done here." Harry whispered as he continued on his way, leaving the two unfortunates alone.

Rounding a corner he ran smack into Ron and fell backwards with a thud.

"Ow!" Ron hollered as he fell to the ground as well. Looking around quickly he suddenly yelled, "Who's there?" Harry sucked in his breath, debating whether or not to reveal himself.

"Uh, it's me Ron." Harry slowly threw the cloak from over his head. Ron stared at the heap, known as Harry Potter.

"Harry?" Ron reached forward to help him up. "What are you doing here?" Harry scratched the back of his neck nervously.

"I've sort of been here the whole time." Harry said sheepishly. Ron's expression instantly went to anger.

"The whole…really? You've just been hiding under your cloak? Harry we could have used your help!" Ron burst out. "Do you have any idea what I've been going through? What Hermione has had to…damn it Harry!" Harry nodded slowly. Ron turned away from his friend, seething.

"I'm here now, and I have been following along…so…" Harry put a hand to Ron's shoulder and Ron turned to face him. He sighed, calming himself instantly.

"I just, I really need a friend right now and with Hermione and I on…well, not so good terms, not that I'd talk to her about the kiss…that would be stupid..." Harry nodded.

"You seemed pretty confident it was over between you and Hermione…" Ron nodded.

"It is over with Hermione…oh, not that kiss." Ron blushed, looking to the floor. A clever smile slowly crept up Harry's face.

"Then who's kissed you since then?" Harry laughed, punching Ron's arm lightly. Ron bit his lip shyly.

"You'll think I'm crazy but, it was Pansy." Harry looked at Ron perplexed.

"Pansy?"

"Yea, Harry, well she's actually really…we've sort of been flirting a bit and after the meeting this morning, we kissed." Ron grinned at the thought and Harry, although surprised by Pansy's continued niceties towards Ron, was happy for his friend. Ron snapped out of his reverie and glanced at Harry. "Well?" Ron asked after a few minutes of silence between them.

"Well what?" Harry shrugged. Ron groaned.

"Harry, she kissed me and we leave tomorrow! We're going to forget everything! What should I do?" Ron blurted out confusedly. Harry chuckled lightly at his friend's dramatic behavior.

"Relax Ron, thanks to Pansy, you're not going to forget anything." Harry stopped, realizing he had said too much.

"What? Thanks to…you mean that potion she gave…Harry…" Ron was horrified. Bending over he grabbed his knees, taking in deep breaths. "I drank the whole thing, you can't be serious. She said there was only enough for one person…me?" Harry put a hand on each of Ron's shoulders as he stood up. He looked ill. Harry nodded.

"She chose you Ron, she could have taken it herself but for some reason she wanted you to remember." Ron suddenly broke free from Harry and ran as fast as he could down the corridor. "Ron? Where are you going? Ron!" Harry called after him but he didn't stop.

MR. MALFOY AND MISS GRANGER-MALFOY'S BEDROOM

Draco lay awake listening to Hermione's breathing. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness and she had rolled over to face him some time ago. Her breast rose and fell to the rhythm of her breathing. Her face looked so peaceful. He wondered how she could sleep so soundly when this world would be gone tomorrow. He supposed that thought actually gave her more comfort than it did him.

He turned his head to look at the ceiling and all the colors there in the dark. He breathed in her scent and shut his eyes, trying desperately to hang on to something…some kind of memory. He thought about the perfume he found at Malfoy Manor and how she still smelled the same to him in their time. He opened his eyes and looked back at her only to find she was awake.

"I thought you were asleep." She whispered softly. He shook his head.

"You seemed to be sleeping well, did I wake you?" He wasn't sure how that was possible but it got her talking at least.

"No, no. I was just suddenly awake I guess." She rolled over to face him more fully as she spoke. Draco did the same, sitting up on one elbow and taking her hand gently. She swallowed nervously and Draco could feel her tense at his touch. She wasn't used to him yet, and he feared she never would be. Dropping her hand again he busied himself with the covers to hide his embarrassment. "I'm sorry." She spoke worriedly.

"For what? You didn't do…" Draco began.

"No, I did. I…" She took in a breath to try and gain some confidence. "I don't understand how I can mean so much to you in so little time." Realizing how harsh her words were, she quickly recovered. "And I'm not saying that because you don't mean anything to me…" She apologized quickly.

"But I don't." She pursed her lips tightly at his words and he could see the reflection of truth in her eyes. "I know that, believe me, I never expected you to fall in love with me after one night of consideration."

"Why not?" She whispered, surprised by her own words. Draco looked deep into her eyes before he spoke.

"Because you've got Weasley, and tomorrow gives you hope that you and he will find one another again and this will all be a bad dream." Hermione frowned but waited for him to continue. "I don't have anyone Granger." He stopped at that.

"Pansy…" She whispered. Draco shook his head.

"I'll tell you a secret, and it's only because I know you won't remember." He smiled at that. "Pansy is probably one of my best friends. I've always been able to talk to her about anything. Something I think she hates me for now, but there was never any love with us. I never felt…" He stopped. "I'm ashamed to say I never loved her."

"Why? If you don't, why be ashamed to admit it?"

"That's the problem, I led her on for years. I liked the attention, and I depended on her for everything, but I never told her I could never fall for her the way I was making her fall for me."

"So tomorrow, she'll still be pining after you and you…"

"And Tonight, I am trying to find some piece of you I can hang on to. Stupid huh? That potion isn't going to be something half-assed, with a loophole or something I can get around. After all, you made it." Hermione smiled at his compliment.

"You really would give anything to remember this world with me, rather than start something new? You could go home and meet a pureblood, with many more millions, she could be spontaneous and…experienced." Hermione stopped there with a small blush.

Draco ran a hand down her cheek where the soft pink became enflamed. "I'd rather marry a real woman." He implied, staring at her, unmoving so she knew he wasn't going to kiss her. Chills ran down her body as she stared back into his cool gaze. He removed his hand from her face and broke their trance. "But I guess I'll learn to settle."

"It's not settling if I'm not around to be compared to." Hermione justified.

"But you are..." Draco stopped. Hermione was perplexed.

"What does that matter if we go back and you don't remember being in love with me?" Draco looked at her again and she furrowed her brow in confusion. "You…did you love me before?" Draco continued to stare at her, unable to speak. "Oh my god, Malfoy, no." Hermione sat up and turned on the light by the bed before turning back to him. "This isn't right. You're just remembering things differently because of this warped timeline, that's all." Hermione justified, nodding to herself.

Draco also sat up and she noticed briefly that he was still shirtless. "Or…" He began softly. Hermione waited anxiously. "This warped timeline is what made me realize that I have had a thing for you…for a while now." He said sheepishly. Hermione's expression instantly changed to confusion and anger.

"No way. You have got to be kidding me! How? This makes even less sense then your first theory!" She cried, outraged. Draco waited for her to calm down slightly before speaking.

"Come on Granger, why are you so upset? This doesn't change anything. Even if I am still in love with you tomorrow, you will never, ever, give me the time of day." Draco crossed his arms over his chest in conclusion. Hermione looked at him defeated.

"Don't you understand?" She began hurtfully. "This world contradicts that very fact." Draco waited for her to elaborate. "Malfoy, if you were in love with me before we jumped into this time, then even with the memory potion there is a large chance that you will realize that you're in love with me again, and I know…" She stopped abruptly and Draco waited for her to continue.

"What, you know what?" He begged. Hermione shut her eyes and spoke quietly.

"I know, that if you really want me...I'm yours."

MR. WEASLEY-HOGWARTS

Ron arrived at Pansy's door and didn't even bother knocking as he burst into her room. The door slammed shut behind him and Pansy jumped out of her skin.

"What the hell? Ron?" Ron turned at the sound of her voice to find Pansy, by her sink, in nothing but a towel. They were both surprised by the other that they didn't speak for a time until Ron turned away, blushing profusely.

"I…I'm sorry. I didn't expect…" Ron took in a deep breath, trying to steady his heart.

"Yea well I didn't expect you here either." Pansy quickly made sure he wasn't glancing her way before looking herself over in the mirror. She adjusted her towel and checked her hair quickly, while he was turned away. Walking over to him she tapped his shoulder. Ron slowly turned to her and glanced at her body once more. Realizing she hadn't changed, he tried desperately to pull his gaze away once more but Pansy stopped him. "What are you doing here Ron?" She held the towel up with one hand and held his arm with the other.

"I, uh, Harry's here." Pansy looked perplexed.

"I know." She stated, letting go of his arm and walking back to the sink. Ron's eyes followed her across the room, perplexed.

"You know? Have you known the whole time?" Ron asked, feeling more and more like an outcast. Pansy rummaged through a cupboard for clothes before turning to him and shaking her head.

"No, he showed himself after I left the Great Hall today." Ron nodded, remembering why he was in such a hurry to see her.

"Pansy, you gave me that potion…" Sighing, Pansy turned back to the cupboard and pulled out a set of clothes. "Why?" He asked when he realized she wasn't going to answer. Pansy turned back to him.

She held the clothes in one hand and her towel up with the other. Gesturing with her head, Ron turned away from her so she could change.

"You still haven't answered my question." He reminded stubbornly, with his back to her. Pansy dropped her towel and began getting dressed.

Pansy sighed, but finally spoke. "Because, you have hope here." She began, while putting on her under clothes and pulling up her pants. "You got over Granger in what, a matter of days? You think the second time around it's going to be that easy?" Pansy shook her head as she pulled a t-shirt over her head. Forgetting why he was facing the wall, and wanting to redeem himself, Ron turned back to her just as she was pulling the shirt down over her bra.

"I had you…" He began and at the sight of her breasts, quickly spun back around. Pansy had already seen him turn and walked to him, turning him back to face her.

"Me? Really?" She asked disbelieving, but before he could answer, she continued. "I will admit I have taken a liking to you Ron, but you know as well as I, that I am just an understudy in this time for Granger or Potter or even that unknown wife of yours…"

"But Pansy…" He began almost desperately but she interrupted with a finger to his lips.

"Potter's here, roaming the castle, he could be spying on us right now for all we know, the creep." She smiled at her jab and Ron sighed. "My point is, you have two friends who will always love you and I'm new to this territory…" She removed her finger from his lips and gestured dismissively between them. "So why not stick with what you know?"

"Because you gave me that potion. I will never forget all that you have done for me, and all that we're capable of…" He trailed off but Pansy stared at him seriously.

"That kiss was not a confession Ron." He was surprised by her words. "It was a good bye." She explained calmly. He furrowed his brow in thought.

"Why, because you won't remember? I will. Don't you understand that? I can make this work."

"Make what work? I'm telling you there's nothing here." She jabbed one pointed finger at his heart. Ron felt devastated as he stared at her, waiting for the onslaught to end. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you. I'm not the right girl." She paused a moment as she made a point to look him directly in the eye. "I think you know that." She finished solemnly.

Ron searched her eyes helplessly. "You…you don't love me?" He whispered. He felt his throat tightening as she put a hand to his face, a calming hand as though her words alone would cause his heart to fail.

"No." The word cut through him, sharp and although her expression was drenched in supportive pity, he only felt betrayal. How could she have experienced the same things he had, the same moments of affection and not feel anything but friendship? He thought about Hermione and how wrong he had been about her. Examining Pansy's face only caused a pit in his stomach.

Finally, he hunched over slightly, defeated and backed away from her. "Sorry to intrude, Parkinson." He mumbled as he went to the door and left her bedroom.

Pansy stood in the center of the room staring at the place she last saw him leave. Suddenly, without warning, her composure broke and hot tears poured down her face.

MR. MALFOY AND MISS GRANGER-MALFOY'S BEDROOM

Draco and Hermione stared at one another intensely until finally Draco burst out laughing. "Yea right." He laughed. Hermione groaned.

"I'm serious you twit! You won okay?" She shouted, not liking the idea of being wrong and having to admit it.

"What are you talking about?"

"I could possibly…you. I may be capable of loving you…at some point." She explained quietly with a small blush tinting her cheeks.

"Oh yea, that's believable. Granger, please, you hate me, and the idea that we may, meaning slight chance, have a shot together is complete bullshit to you. It does not classify as love, not even here." He gestured briefly to their surroundings.

"But I considered it!" She exclaimed passionately. "I stayed the night, I gave you a chance…" She counted off her points on each of her fingers. Draco shook his head disbelieving. "The whole time you've been talking, I've been checking out your abs!" She gestured to his gorgeous body as if that was all the proof she needed. "You've been charming and I've been flirting with you and talking about sex, which I never talk about with anyone!" She shouted, almost deranged. "It's been one night, one night Malfoy! Don't you understand? And I…I could seriously consider being with you!" She concluded. Draco looked at her still disbelieving.

"But…you hate the idea of being with me, no matter how charming I am." Hermione looked at him questioningly, so he gestured to his body. "Granger, look at this, I'm half naked and sexy, and you haven't so much as flashed a tit my way." Hermione's mouth hung open at his word choice.

"Malfoy I…"

"I know, you're not that kind of woman, but believe me..." Draco thought back to his first encounter with the future Mrs. Malfoy and her quick, sexy, retorts that left him blushing profusely. "I know better."

Hermione didn't know what to say. "You won, why won't you accept it?" She finally asked. Draco was growing increasingly upset by her words.

"Because you don't love me, Granger, and this isn't a game. You think because of tonight that I've got a shot, but the truth is, you won't remember this tomorrow, and I honestly don't think it would matter. I'm still an absurd idea to you." He said honestly.

Hermione thought a moment, as they continued sitting, facing one another in bed. She was in bed with Draco Malfoy. She willingly volunteered to stay in bed with Draco Malfoy. How could that not mean something? He was always saying she was right, except when it came to him. Looking deep into his gray eyes she realized he was wrong this time. He was afraid, and she couldn't believe she had missed it this whole time.

Slowly, Hermione took her right hand and placed it against his bare chest. He was startled at first by her touch and she felt his heartbeat quicken from beneath her hand. She waited for his heart to steady a bit before taking her other hand and held it up to the side of his face. He looked like stone, a perfect sculpture but she knew he was terrified by what she was doing to him.

She waited once more for his heart to become steady before licking her lips carefully and opening her mouth to speak softly. "Kiss me." Draco seemed to be using all of his strength and attention in keeping himself the perfect statue.

"What?" He whispered, only a few inches from her. Hermione smiled lightly as she leaned closer, painfully slow and pressed her soft lips to his own. It was a quick kiss, as she backed away, still at a snail's pace.

"Kiss me. Like that." Draco's heart betrayed him as it pounded loudly in his ears and through his chest.

"Granger, I…" She could see clearly the fear in his eyes as he began to crumble under her touch.

"It's not a game." She interrupted confidently. His eyes searched hers and she could still see the uncertainty. Had he really won her over? Seeing his concerns flash across his face, she whispered once more, "Kiss me, Draco."

He relaxed slightly at the sound of his name rolling off her tongue. Taking a breath he slowly leaned into her and captured her lips in his own. Hermione felt his rapid heart beat before removing her hand from his chest and pressing her breast against him. Their kiss intensified as his hands slid around her waist, pulling her close. Hermione broke the kiss when their legs were in the way. Draco was about to apologize for moving too fast when Hermione crawled on his lap.

Taking his chin, she steered him to her mouth and kissed him once more. Draco's hands found their way to her waist again, pulling her even closer to him. Breaking the kiss suddenly, Draco was breathing heavily.

"Why? I…Granger…why are you doing this to me?" He asked breathlessly.

"Because you're wrong." She answered honestly.

"Wrong?" He began curiously.

"We're not an absurd idea. I was afraid to trust you after all you did to me, but Harry was right, we aren't kids anymore and you…" She paused thoughtfully before a smile graced her features. "You won't hurt me." She explained relieved, taking a hand and pressing it to his face.

"How do you know for sure? Granger, I'm an ass." Hermione giggled at his comment. He smiled too.

"You should know I'm no picnic either, but I guess that's what made you fall for me to begin with." She shrugged and he nodded.

"Still, why kiss me like this?" He asked, referring to her body on his lap.

"Because you said you were searching for some piece of me to hold onto…and I want you to hold on to all of me." With a genuine smile, she leaned forward once more and found his lips. Without breaking the kiss she leaned into Draco until he had fallen back against the bed, their lips never parting.

MR WEASLEY-HOGWARTS

By the time Ron left Pansy's room it was late into the night. He didn't notice the time however as he marched, pathetically to his room. Opening his door he spotted a light by his bed. Carefully, he stepped in to find Harry sitting in his bed holding the snitch and letting it fly a few inches before capturing it again. Ron glared at Harry as he stomped into the room. Harry looked up at his friend and held the snitch before leaning forward to question his friend.

"Where'd you go?" He asked curiously until he saw Ron's expression. "What happened?" He asked worriedly.

"You should already know what happened! After all haven't you been the one running around invisible for the past 3 days!" Harry frowned as Ron took off his jacket and threw it to the ground.

"Listen, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's going on." Harry said pointedly.

"She hates me, that's what! But I guess I should be thanking you, huh? After all if you hadn't told me about the potion then I'd have this warped idea that she loved me and what a waste of time that would have been!" Harry thought over his words but was still completely confused.

"Ron, you're not making any sense, calm down and start from the beginning." Ron took a breath and tried to calm himself. Taking off his shoes she sat on the bed as well and turned to Harry.

"I went to see Pansy, I…I stupidly wanted to confess that I'm in love with her." Harry's eyes became wide but he didn't say anything. "What? You don't know her Harry!" Ron crossed his arms defiantly.

"No, I'm not surprised about…that. I'm just anxious to hear what happened next." Harry expertly avoided the real reason for his friend's outward affection...

"She said the potion was just to help me get over Grang…Hermione." Harry watched as Ron remembered the events and became more and more solemn as he described them. "The kiss was a good bye…she, she never had those feeling for me and it was all in my head." Harry thought over the information and Ron was surprised by his reply.

"She's lying." Ron once again was angry with his friend.

"What are you talking about? She has no reason to lie to me, Harry." Harry held up a hand in his defense.

"Think about it though Ron, you have to remember that I watched you both. She was crazy about you…"

"Then why tell me differently, huh? She didn't want me to waste my time on her, she wants me to focus on finding my wife, why? Explain that!" Ron challenged.

Harry was confused by the events Ron was describing. Could Harry have been wrong in what he saw?

FLASHBACK-MR. POTTER-MALFOY MANOR

Harry watched Draco leave the patio in a huff. He thought about following him but he was anxious to see if what they were saying was really true. Turning back to Ron and Pansy sitting by the patio window he watched Pansy turn away from the wedding.

"I've waited almost seven years to see Hermione in a wedding dress." Harry watched Ron, feeling deeply sorry for his friend to have to witness the love of his life marry someone else…especially Malfoy.

Pansy seemed more surprised by his comment and became increasingly angry as she searched Ron's face.

"Why aren't you mad?" Pansy looked pathetic and Harry actually felt sorry for her. Ron took out a handkerchief from his tuxedo pocket and gave it to her. She didn't bother to wipe her face as Ron finally answered.

"You'll think I'm crazy, but then again, you never thought very highly of me anyway." Harry had to hold back a snort as Pansy rolled her eyes.

"What is it?" She snapped.

"She's happy, and that's all I've ever wanted for my friend."

Pansy was suddenly infuriated. "Happiness? Are you mad?" She shouted, standing up from the bench. "No wonder she ran off to marry Draco! You have no passion! Do you hear yourself? Happiness? What about your happiness? What about mine!" She choked out between clenched teeth, pointing to herself in the chest. "You're not upset she's in love with another man! Your worst enemy no less! You're just going to roll over and say…say what? That you tried? You didn't do enough and this is all your fault! You are not a man Ron Weasley! You are a coward!"

Ron and Harry each stared at her, quite shocked by her sudden outburst. "A coward? A coward! What have you ever done worth loving? What makes you so sure this isn't your fault! You are nothing more than an annoying banshee that never shuts up! I'd rather be the coward! At least I'm in her heart somewhere!" Harry felt terrible for Pansy, not only was she losing Malfoy but she had to hear about it from her worst enemy. Suddenly Pansy headed for the door.

"I…I'm going home."

Ron seemed ashamed of himself as he turned to her. "Pansy…" But the door had already slammed. Harry wanted to comfort his friend but he still had so much to learn about this time and this was the perfect opportunity for information.

Harry followed Ron out of the Patio when he was finally ready. He wandered the halls for a time but Harry finally decided there was nothing he could do for his friend right now, so he headed to the Hall where the reception was being held.

There were swarms of people, some faces Harry recognized, albeit a bit older, but some others he didn't know. He made his way through the crowds until he found Hermione, Ron and himself, the Golden Trio. Harry smiled at how happy they all looked. As they stood, Malfoy arrived with drinks and gave Hermione one. She gave her thanks with a kiss and Ron and Harry immediately gave them a hard time.

Ginny then snuck up to Harry and he wrapped an arm around his wife. She kissed him as well. Ron seemed to be searching the room absently.

"Have you even seen your wife yet Ron?" Hermione asked, looking around briefly before turning back to her friend. Ron gave her a teasing look.

"Of course. Just, briefly…" He trailed off still looking for her.

"I'm sure she'll turn up." Harry said confidently, with a hand on Ron's shoulder. Ron smiled back at the group.

"So, where'd you decide on for the honeymoon?" Ron questioned. Hermione immediately lit up but before she could answer Ginny broke in.

"Or are you just staying here?" She teased. Hermione grinned and shook her head. Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know love, it would be…convenient." Hermione elbowed his side and he played it off with mock pain.

"No, you promised me we would go to Italy." Malfoy nodded and kissed her forehead.

"So I did." He sighed, with a grin.

Suddenly Lavender Brown strolled forward with a large camera. "Picture of the Bride and Groom?" She asked politely. The group stepped aside slightly to frame Draco and Hermione as they posed elegantly. Their smiles were each more stunning than the other and Harry was amazed by their happiness.

When the pictures were taken Ron walked to Lavender and Invisible Harry thought for sure she was his wife, although he never would have guessed he would go back to her…

"Where have you been?" Ron asked with a laugh as he wrapped her in a hug. Lavender grinned as she also embraced him.

"Mostly in the back, taking shots of the bride and groom. How have you been? Big Quidditch star, I'm surprised you remember the little people." Ron grinned.

"Ha ha," He mocked. "How are the kids?" Lavender smiled.

"Angels, when they want to be." She suddenly got a clever look before leaning into him. "Are you…expecting? 'Cause my readers would love to be the first to know…" Ron grinned as Lavender backed away slightly. Harry was confused.

"No news yet but we're trying." Harry was perplexed, if he didn't marry Lavender, then who?

"Well, good seeing you. Take care." She put a hand to his shoulder briefly before leaving. The eldest Harry suddenly walked up to his friend and put a hand on his shoulder. Ron turned and shook his hand.

"It's been so long, you plan on staying in town a while?" Harry asked. Ron nodded.

"Good, we have quite a predicament on our hands if you didn't notice." Ron became serious and nodded.

"Yea, I caught that, what are we all doing here?" Harry shrugged.

"No idea, but I could use your help." Ron nodded and Harry smiled. "Isn't she gorgeous?" Harry turned Ron to face Hermione as she talked and laughed with everyone she was in contact with. Ron nodded.

"A vision in white, we did good Harry." They each grinned at one another before laughing hysterically.

"Yes, I agree we were spectacular influences on her growing up…" Harry began.

"Oh yea, poor thing never would have amounted to anything without us…" They burst out laughing again and Harry, from under the invisibility cloak, was thankful for the crowd so that no one could hear his own chuckle at their antics.

The older Harry slapped a hand to Ron's shoulder again as he led the way to rejoin the group. Harry, from under the cloak, followed closely until Pansy Parkinson cut him off, dressed in a purple gown. Harry watched her elegantly slide in next to Ron and entwine her fingers with his. Ron turned to her and grinned as he bent down to lift her in a hug. Pansy grinned and Harry heard her whisper sweetly, "I'm so glad you're home."

Setting her down, Ron excused them from the group and headed to the doors, still holding her hand. Harry, curious by his friend's behavior, followed them out. Once in the hallway Ron spun Pansy around a few times and kissed her lips passionately.

"I wanted to do that all day." He whispered into her lips. If Harry thought Hermione and Malfoy surprised him, then this was the icing on the cake. Pansy pushed out of his arms slightly to get a better look at him.

Twirling once she asked, "How do I look?" Ron looked as though she was a bowl of pudding.

"Gorgeous…" Pulling her close again he kissed her once more and Harry felt almost as though he were intruding. "I love you." He whispered and she pulled him in closer.

"I love you too." She grinned. Glancing behind her at the doors where loud music and hundreds of voices filled the hall Pansy suddenly turned back to him and raised an eyebrow. Ron tilted his head with a mock disapproving stare. She pouted. "But I haven't seen you…" She trailed a finger down his chest and he slowly shut his eyes at her touch.

Opening his eyes again he ran his hands around her waist. "But I'm a groomsmen and you're a bridesmaid…" Pansy slowly leaned forward and kissed him again.

"And I'm also your pregnant, wife…" Ron's eyes became wide and a smile quickly spread across his face.

"Really? You're…" Pansy nodded still grinning. He lifted her up again but gently set her down. "We're having a baby!" He shouted and she quickly put a finger to his lips and hushed him with a laugh as she glanced around.

"Not yet." She giggled. "We are not taking away from Granger and Draco today, got it?" She asked in a motherly tone. Ron nodded, still grinning.

"But, I'm really going to be a dad?" He asked excitedly. She nodded and he put his hands around her stomach and leaned down to kiss her belly. Looking back up to her she smiled and he stood up again to kiss her. "You are beautiful." He said, kissing her.

"We should get back." Pansy grinned, gesturing to the doors to the hall. Ron nodded.

"Only if I can spoil you rotten tonight…" He began, pressing his body against hers. Pansy bit her lip and gave him a seductive look before nodding. She suddenly broke free of his grasp, grinning as she ran for the door. Ron quickly followed her in and Harry was left to wonder what other strange occurrences might he be in for.

END FLASHBACK-MR. POTTER-RON'S BEDROOM

Ron waved a hand in front of Harry's face. "You still alive in there?" Harry's eyes finally focused on his friend and he nodded.

"What was I saying?" Harry asked.

"You were about to explain why Pansy would want me to figure out who my wife is, and lie about loving me." Ron crossed his arms over his chest and Harry nodded.

"You remember Hermione's wedding? On the patio when it was just you and Pansy…and me?" Ron gave Harry a pointed look before nodding. "You got into that fight about who to blame for them getting together…"

"Yea, Pansy was pissed and I took it too far, I told her she was basically impossible to love." Ron said ashamedly.

"Yes, but before that, she asked you if you were just going to roll over, let Hermione go and not even try…"

"Yea, what about it?" Ron asked perplexed.

"Well, I think she's lying to you now because she doesn't think you'll fight for her either. I mean, think about it from her point of view. When we go back, you are the only one who will remember falling in love with her. She will go back to hating you and she will succeed in convincing you that she doesn't love you. I mean, really, she already has." Ron was dumbfounded.

"So, she is in love with me, just scared." Ron thought a moment before putting a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Thank you. I know what I need to do." He smiled and got up from the bed before heading for the door.

"Ron?" Harry called before he left. Ron turned to him and Harry smiled.

"Good luck." Ron nodded and left the room.

Author's Notes- R&R! Thanks a bunch, new update as soon as I can! I hope you like the insight into what I am calling the "Lost Track of Time With Harry Potter." I love his invisible journey. Anyway, thanks again!