AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey there! Thank you to all those who reviewed! All your comments/suggestions/opinions were very much appreciated! I do hope you continue supporting and reading my story!

Oh yes, some clarifications:

The Hermione and Draco in the first chapter were totally different people who just happened to be named after our favorite couple. As I've written, the Hermione there is a Muggle. She is absolutely magic-free.

In this story, our two favorite characters are reincarnations of two people who lived in the past and loved each other very much. That explains why Draco suddenly feels a connection to the letters, thinks for the first time that Hermione's beautiful and recognizes the silver ring.

Hermione on the other hand, when she picked up the letter and read it, she recognized the handwriting.

So there. I hope you understand it!

Anyway, here's chapter five!

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A LOVE NOT FORGOTTEN

By Rage

CHAPTER FIVE

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Draco buried his face in shame and embarrassment. He didn't know what had come over him and why he had suddenly grabbed Granger's hand. Obviously, he had surprised her, and unbelievably, himself as well.

It was just that the ring she wore looked extremely familiar. It was as if he knew it ever since and to him, it felt like he was the one who personally gave the ring to Granger.

"But that's impossible," he muttered, as he walked down to the Slytherin dungeons. Firstly, it was just now that he saw the ring, and second, why would he give such a beautiful thing to a Mudblood?

Draco shook his head. "I must be sleepy already."

Yes, that was it. He was just drowsy, that's all… and he forgot all about the ring incident.

However, another thought crossed his mind. The feeling he had gotten when he reached for Granger's hand had come back. Though it was hard for him to admit it, Draco actually liked the feel of her hand; very smooth and slender.

Draco smacked himself. "What am I thinking??"

He shook his head in frustration. Before, he considered Granger very pretty, which was very unlikely and it only happened once. He had considered her attractive in the Yule Ball in fourth year, but then, at the same year, he had called her a "beaver". Now, all of a sudden, to his eyes, she was… beautiful.

Draco smacked himself once again. "Honestly, Draco Malfoy, are you ill??"

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"I can't believe you stopped us from finishing our breakfast, Hermione!" Ron pouted. "I didn't even finish my toast!"

Hermione giggled. "Seriously, Ron, is your stomach bottomless or something?"

Harry snorted at this, and Hermione laughed even more. People around the three heard and laughed, and Ron turned crimson.

"Hermione!"

"Sorry! I'm really—"

The room kept silent. The Slytherins, who had Potions together with the Gryffindors, had already arrived. They glided into the dungeons and glared at the Gryffindors as they passed. Harry and Ron narrowed their eyes and shot dangerous looks at them.

"Look who just came. That ferret," Ron muttered.

And indeed, the ferret Draco Malfoy had just entered and confidently stood like some god. The three glared at him.

"Well, look who it is!" Malfoy walked over to their table. "My favorite people! Pothead, the Weasel, and—"

Hermione stared at him as his gaze shifted to her. "What?" she demanded, as her hands rested on her hips. His eyes traveled to her left hand where she wore her silver ring.

"Granger."

Hermione blinked. Miraculously, he had not called her Mudblood, or at least, Miss Know-it-All. She glanced at her two friends, and both had the same look of surprise.

Malfoy took one last look at each of them and left their table in peace.

"What was that all about?" Harry turned to look at Hermione. "He didn't even call you anything!"

Hermione shrugged. "He's getting weirder everyday!"

The two nodded in agreement. "Yes, that is true."

At that moment, Snape had entered with his cloak swishing behind him. Everyone quieted down and he finally spoke.

"Good morning, students," he said in an oily voice.

The class had greeted him back and he continued. "You are all here today to learn how to make the Laughing Solution."

A few people snickered.

"Though it may sound humorous to some of you, drinking too much of this is lethal. You can actually die laughing." Snape glared at all of them and a sudden hush came over the classroom. Snape smirked. "Now, you will all be making this potion by partners. As usual, no two people from the same House will be paired up."

The whole class groaned. Hermione sighed heavily, knowing that everyone should have expected this. This was Snape's class, after all, and everyone knew that he loved to torture his students, may they come from his House or not.

She wondered whom she would be partnered up with and wished that it were someone who had brains and common sense, even if they were quite harsh and mean. She pitied the person who would get either Crabbe or Goyle because everyone knew that both were dumber than hippogriffs.

"I bet fifty Galleons that Snape's going to partner me up with Malfoy," Harry muttered heavily, staring at their teacher.

"Weasley and Bulstrode!"

Ron stood up and scowled. "Of all the people…" He picked up his things and dragged his feet over to Millicent's table.

"Potter and Parkinson!"

"At least it's not with the ferret!" Harry grinned slightly and walked away.

Now Hermione was all alone. She looked around her and realized that Snape had partnered a boy with a girl and vice versa. Harry was with pug-faced Pansy, Ron was with Millicent, Parvati was with Blaise, Lavender was with Crabbe, etc. She was one of the remaining people whom Snape hadn't called yet.

Finally, after five minutes or so, she was up.

"Malfoy and Granger!"

Hermione groaned and glanced at him. She carried her books and went over to his table. "Just to let you know, even though it's already obvious, I don't want you as my partner." She snapped.

Malfoy smirked. "The feeling's mutual."

"At least you're smart," she murmured, opening her Potions book.

"Did I hear right? Did you just say I'm smart?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

"It's a miracle! A compliment from a Gryffindor!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Can we get started now?" She grabbed Malfoy's robes and pulled him close to the book. "You get all the ingredients and I'll prepare the cauldron, got it?"

Malfoy smirked and proceeded to the student cupboard. Hermione rolled her eyes once again and shook her head. She looked up and sighed.

"Why are you punishing me?"

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The first period of Potions finished. However, the second period was still unfortunately the same subject. Hermione and Malfoy had completed two-thirds of the solution and though they were almost done, it took the solution very long to finish.

"Hippogriff feathers."

"Here."

"Unicorn hair."

"Here."

"Fairy dust."

"Here."

"Thank you."

Hermione took the small bottle and tried pouring it into the cauldron. However, she found that she couldn't. Malfoy was holding her hand.

"Can I have my hand back?" Hermione turned to him and noticed that he was wearing the same look he had worn two nights before. A look of awe and shock.

Malfoy snapped back into reality and stared at her. "What?"

"What are you holding?"

Malfoy looked down. Once seeing what he was holding, he turned crimson. "Sorry," he muttered, dropping her hand. He turned away.

Hermione raised her eyebrow. She looked at her ring, and then at Malfoy. A question was ringing in her head.

"Malfoy."

He grunted in reply.

"Why do you keep looking at my ring?"

No answer came. Hermione called his name once again, only this time it was louder. "Malfoy!"

"Where'd you get that ring?" he asked quietly. He glanced at her and Hermione blinked.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Honestly speaking, I don't know myself."

Hermione frowned. She stared at him curiously, wondering why he was acting like this. He was being civil to her, which was highly unusual.

"It's a family heirloom," she replied curtly. "Why?"

Malfoy shrugged and turned away. "Nothing."

"Hermione watched him and scratched her head. She wondered what was going on the boy's head; he was unpredictable, and no one ever knew what he was going to do next. He wasn't himself lately; he was quiet most of the time and never called her anything offensive, which was… weird.

Had Malfoy changed?

Hermione snorted and turned to the cauldron.

"Impossible."

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Rain poured that evening. Dinner had just finished and Hermione headed off to the Entrance Hall, where he was to meet her prefect partner Malfoy.

Once arriving, she spotted Malfoy leaning on one of the stone pillars with his hands in his pockets. Hermione stopped walking and blushed. From her point of view, the Slytherin boy looked… breathtaking and simply gorgeous.

What am I thinking?! Hermione smacked herself mentally as punishment for thinking relatively dirty thoughts. She walked over to him and put on a scowl.

"Shall we?"

He nodded. Hermione nodded back and proceeded before him. Malfoy trailed behind her and the two teenagers set off in awkward, uneasy silence.

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The flame torches flickered as Draco, along with Granger, walked through the third corridor. It was already eleven in the evening, and the two prefects were nearly done with their patrolling.

The rain had come down a bit harder and lightning appeared every other minute. Granger stopped walking and looked outside the window. She watched as the trees below played with the wind, and both had heard thunder rumble.

Draco watched her as she shivered.

"You don't like thunderstorms?" he queried, crossing his arms.

Hermione shook her head.

Draco frowned slightly. He had always liked the rain, and he fancied seeing lightning. He had expected that Hermione wouldn't be afraid of these things, but here she was, trembling like a small child. Draco smiled.

"It's almost midnight, Granger. I'll be going now." He turned around and began walking away.

Thunder was heard once again and a strong gust of wind swept through the corridor. All the torches flickered once more and died, and shadows emerged. Before Draco could take five steps, the girl behind him grabbed his hand.

"NO!"

Draco was pulled closer to Hermione and was taken in her arms. He turned rigid as he felt warmth spread through his veins. He looked down at the petite figure, who held on to him tightly.

"Granger—"

"Don't leave me."

Lightning flashed and rain streamed down to the ground. Hermione tightened her embrace and Draco had no idea what to do.

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Author's Note: I do hope you enjoyed this bit! It just came to me days ago and I thought it was a really good idea for the story, but I didn't know where to put it! I hope you understood why Hedrmione did that all of a sudden…

The past Hermione just came alive inside her without her knowing it, and the past Hermione, you know, longed for her love, whom you know is Draco…

So, there! I hope you all liked/loved this chapter! I hope it's long enough and I hope it's moving and nice enough for all of you to enjoy!

Thanks a lot!

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