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Time and Again

By: GaiNax *coughs* annchan

Last Time: "Such disrespect." A short man entered the compartment.

"Sorry Professor Flitwick.  I was just having a bad day I guess." 'Lying to a teacher … I never thought I'd see the day' he smirked.

"Well you aren't the only one. Seems the head girl is having a bad day as well." 'Mione…" he thought of her brown wavy hair, unlike the messy hair she had when he had first met her. "Mr.Malfoy?" snapped Flitwick.  "Sorry sir."

"Anyways, the reason I'm here is because since you're our top student, you have the opportunity to work on a very special, but very time consuming assignment."

"Top student? I thought Ms.Granger was the top student."

"Oh she is but Dumbledore wanted someone else to do this. She has too many things on her mind." He frowned. "I forgot to tell you, we're here. So get your stuff ready." He nodded.

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The sight of the castle was the last thing she needed. She used to love school. Loved watching Ron at quidditch practice. Loved how he used to triumph at all his quidditch matches. Loved everything … until now. 'Why does he have to be such a prat sometimes?' She pulled on her cloak, grabbed her things and headed for the castle.

Chapter Two: Spellbounded

"Hermione…" She turned around. "Harry, I don't want to talk right now. Besides, I want to watch the sorting." She headed into the Great Hall to watch the first years get sorted.

"…Johnson"

"…Lau" it went on and on. People cheered when someone got sorted into their house. 'I guess we do have to be supportive' she thought. Her mind wandering back to Draco. Since when did she start calling him by his first name? 'Draco…why was he being so nice to me?' she asked herself. 'Maybe he likes you' she just answered her own question. She shook her head and continued to eat her meal. It is a feast after all. She looked over to the slytherin table. The Head boy looking rather smug. His little sister, in his house. 'Stop thinking about him!' she went back to the common room and sat next to fireplace and sighed. She was interrupted by a voice. (a/n: They get interrupted a lot don't they?) "Ms.Granger, I'd like you to follow me."

She nodded at the bearded man.

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'Mione…' he thought. 'Filthy mudblood, who does she think she is making me feel like this… she's not the prettiest witch I've seen … even that pug-faced Pansy looked better but why does she make me feel like this? Feel like I'm in … heaven.'

"Mr.Malfoy … I'd like you to follow me as well." Hermione stared at Slytherin's common room. So black, so cold … she's never been here, now she knows why. She wouldn't want to be here again.

Both followed the bearded man, Albus Dumbledore, up the stairs to his office.

Hermione looked at Draco with confusion. 'Does he like me?' she thought. 'Do I like her?' he thought.

"Ms.Granger, Mr.Malfoy, due to the hectic week I had, I forgot to tell you that you'd be rooming together. You'd have separate rooms, beds, bathrooms, just like your houses except for the fact that only two of you will be living there." He smiled. Everyone knew that he was all up for inter-house relationships. Just never thought it'd be a Gryffindor/Slytherin relationship. Not that there was. "Your stuff has been transferred to your rooms. All you need to do is think of a password."

"Whatever…" Hermione stared at his comment. 'How could he say something like that to the headmaster?'

"Whatever, it is! The password for your new room is 'whatever' I'll go inform the founders of your decision." Draco looked confused … "Aren't the founders dead?"

"Yeah, but the portrait for the Head Boy and Head Girl's room are the four founders" piped Hermione. She loved being a know-it-all but she realized she ruined the moment. "You knew that didn't you?"

He shrugged and followed the headmaster to their room. It was huge. Much like their common room. Yet warm and homey.  He felt a tap on his shoulder. He spun around and saw 'Mione. "I need to ask you something…" I nodded. "Is the headmaster around?"

"Is that what you're going to ask me?"

"No … I just don't want him around." She heard a bit of a chuckle behind her. "I can tell when I'm not wanted." The head master just looked back at Mione and smiled. "Well I need to ask you something"

"Well…?" He sat down onto the couch nearby.

"Do you like me?" Draco's bulged out. He was very surprised at this question.

"If I did, do you think I'd tell you?" he grinned. "Besides … you know what the answer is."

She felt her face turn red. "Ok." She turned away and entered her room.

The following day …

"Mione… I mean Granger, Wake up!" a loud pounding on the door woke her up.

"What? Is there a fire or something?" She rubbed her eyes. "NO! I just … err… forget you. Here's a letter from the weasel." He threw a piece of parchment on her bed and left.

Dear Mione,

            I'm very sorry. I was out of line. I don't have the right to be mad at you. You should be mad at me. I understand if you still are mad at me. I just hope you forgive me.

Love, Ron

A head popped through the little open space on her door. "I wouldn't forgive him if I were you." She was furious. 'First he insults the headmaster and now he invades my privacy.' She picked up her pillow and threw it at Draco. "Get out! Why are you reading my letters? Don't you have your own life – or do you just do whatever your father tells you … living his life, are you now?"

"I do so have my own life. And I don't need my father to tell me what to do!"

"Doesn't seem like it." 'There I go again' she thought 'ruining the moment'

Draco reached for the doorknob and slammed the door behind him. He stormed off to Professor Flitwick's office. "Professor, I think I'd like to work on the assignment now, I have nothing to do anyway." He still looked mad but he calmed down when the short professor started explaining the assignment to him.

"Here's a book. Professor Dumbledore found it while he was in Bulgaria. He wanted Ms.Granger to work on it. Unfortunately, she has personal problems. Well you're the only one for the job. You understand French? Oui?"

"Oui" He nodded. His parents had thought him French, Latin, Spanish, Portuguese and German.

"Well, we'd like you to translate this whole book for us. I know it's weird that he found the book in Bulgaria but then again witches and wizards travel a lot." He shrugged and handed him the book. "Good luck Mr.Malfoy."

Le livre de orthographie

Par: Rachel Lee

"Book of Spells by Rachel Lee. Doesn't seem French to me." He flipped the book open and started translating. He lost track of time. He missed breakfast, lunch and dinner. No one even came to find him. No one even wondered if something had happened. 'Bunch of selfish people' he thought.

He came upon a very interesting spell. 'Charme chanceux pour l'amour' Lucky Charm For Love.

'Ce charme fait attirer une personne n'importe quel du sexe opposé. Le meilleur charme Rachel a fait. Elle pouvait trouver son amour vrai Tony.' This Spell causes a person to attract any one from the opposite sex. The best charm Rachel made. She was able to find her true love Tony.

I guess I could use this charm to improve my luck with girls. He turned around to get the wand from his bag. Little did he know the wind blew the book, and the pages turned. When he looked back, he just went on reciting the spell. Oblivious to the fact that he's reading 'Charme pour le déplacement de temps' a time traveling spell. All of a sudden he fainted … or did he?

The morning sun coming through Professor Flitwick's room shined on his face.  "Stupid book. The charm didn't work." All of a sudden a crowd of students entered the room. They were about his age yet he didn't know who they were. They sported the Gryffindor logo on their cloaks but who are they really? No Potter? Weasel? Granger? Brown? Twins? "Where are they?"

"Where are who?" A Brunette stood there looking at him. Puzzled.

"Oh never mind." She looked familiar. Her eyes definitely. She grabbed his arm and dragged him to a chair. "Aren't you going to sit … um… what's your name?"

Quickly, thinking of a name … "Harry, my name is Harry."  

A/N: Sorry if this fic is slow AGAIN! It'll get better I promise you! So who do you think the Brunette is? Well I'm not going to tell you. Wait for the next chapter. Please Review … even flame me! I don't care. Oh yah I forgot, please give me ideas.