Title: The Bermuda Triangle

Summary: A plane crashes near the Bermuda Triangle and apparently all on board are killed. All, that is, but a mother and her daughter. The Triangle's magic transports the two into the Forbidden Forest and questions arise when the young mother leads her teenage daughter to the school—everybody thought the Gryffindor was dead, but she's here now and her daughter has curly blonde hair and is sorted into Slytherin. What is going on here?

Pairings: Past Hermione/Draco…present Harry/Ginny…who knows what else…

Author: Silver Sparklze

Started: 7th September 2003

Reason For Writing: This story was started as a challenge issued by Sage: The Dark Dryad. Let it be known that I NEVER turn down a challenge…*Ash's sister* LIAR!

Author's Notes: This chapter is dedicated to JulianaTheory for using initiative and translating the French with Babelfish.

Gaia and Jillian followed Madame Potter into the Hospital Wing, both nervous about what Madame Potter was going to say. She could have heard something, and they might get into trouble. Their trepidation was significantly increased when Madame Potter led them into her office, and closed the door.

Jillian looked around the office curiously, liking what she saw. It was comfortable, light and roomy, painted a pale, pale shade of green, and lined along the walls were medicine bottles, mirrors, and other curious items. She'd have to come back another time and have a sneak around, that was for sure.

"Ah, that's better." She said, "How about something to eat and a drink?" She got out three bottles of butterbeer, and a jar of gingersnap cookies. "Harry made these, so I can promise you they're good. My skill in the kitchen is ok, but Harry could be a chef." She beamed at them, and both girls took a biscuit, if only to keep from offending her.

"Mmm, these are good." Jillian said, taking another one and trying not to cram it in her mouth. She had a love for sweet things.

"I'll be sure to pass on your appreciation." Madame Potter's voice seemed to be full of laughter. "But that's not the reason I asked you in here. The reason…well…it's a bit delicate…how about some butterbeer?" She handed a bottle each to Jillian and Gaia. Gaia opened her bottle and took a long swig, but Jillian just eyed it uncertainly.

"What's wrong?" Madame Potter asked.

"Well, don't be insulted, Madame Potter, but I have the strangest reactions to certain foods. It's really annoying."

"Please, call me Virginia. Well…that is a pickle. But you'll never know if you don't try."

"I'd rather not end up with hives today, thanks," Jillian wrinkled her nose, "What is it that you wanted to talk to us about?"

"Well…I couldn't help but overhear your conversation," Virginia began,

"That's because-" Gaia stopped herself from saying whatever it was she was about to.

"Go on," Virginia smiled, brown eyes twinkling.

"Oh, I'd rather not." Gaia said hastily.

"Please. Go on."

"Uh…ok…that's because you were eavesdropping." Virginia laughed.

"I supposed I deserved that." Virginia laughed again, "Ok, well, I was shamelessly eavesdropping on your conversation, happy?"

"Yes," Gaia nodded,

"Good. Anyway, I was thinking, maybe you need some help. Specifically from someone who can engineer for the objects of your conversation to sit together at mealtimes, to have to spend almost every waking moment with one another even. And if a certain daughter of a certain someone could engineer two detentions on the same night, at the same time, from each of her parents, well…they might have to negotiate whose detention you serve first, if you get my drift…" Virginia looked at Jillian meaningfully, and Jillian grinned.

"Goodness," She said, opening her eyes very wide, "That would be tragic."

Hermione turned around, as Draco walked into the room.

"Hermione, we need to talk." Draco said seriously.

"I think we've said pretty much all there is to say." Hermione said stiffly.

"No, we haven't." Draco reached out, and turned her around forcibly. Hermione wrenched her hand out of his grasp.

"Don't touch me!" She hissed ferociously, her eyes burning with the same light that could often be seen in Jillian's eyes when she was angry or upset, or both. "You gave up all right to do that when you called me a mudblood thirteen almost fourteen years ago." Draco said nothing, but the look of hurt and betrayal in his eyes was almost enough to make Hermione sorry for what she'd said.

"We do need to talk, whether you like it or not. Hermione, we can't go on like this. We're acting like children. I'll admit, I started it, but please. We need to do something. We're making the rest of the staff uncomfortable, and Dobby is practically in tears with confusion." Hermione had to smile.

"Is that the only reason why you want to work this out?" She asked coolly, "Because it's making everyone else awkward?"

"No…" Draco paused. "I also want to do it because I miss talking to you, Hermione. I spent most of the last fourteen years missing you, and wondering what had happened, worried out of my mind that Voldemort may have gotten to you." Hermione tried very hard not to burst into tears. She knew, more than anyone else, how hard it was for Draco to open up to people. "Hermione…I want to be friends with you. I know that after the way I treated you, you could never want me back as more than a friend…but mightn't you do me that honour at least?"

"Oh, Draco…" Hermione sighed, "That was so sweet. But no, we can't be friends."

More of a filler than anything else…sorry.

Thanks to these reviewers;

Skyleia: Thanks :-).

Fleria: soon enough?

JulianaTheory: good thining. I didn't know if anyone would do that. This chapter is dedicated to you because of your resourcefulness.

Alka: As usual, Alka, thank you. And you're welcome about the email thing :-)

Sage: The Dark Dryad: Yeah…the rating probably is unnecessary, but better safe than sorry, ne? Happy Hols to you as well, and a Happy New Year.

Unicorn13: Thanks; I rather liked it myself. And yes, purple-girl was Jetani Zabini, as was mentioned in the chapter where William said he was going to die Jetani's hair purple because he called his 'friend' a mudblood. Takes after his Uncle Ron methinks. As for the Malfoy thing, it's a bit of both. She can't reconcile Teacher-Malfoy with her mother's describation.  And don't worry, he confronts her now :-). Oh, also, there may be a bit of romance in the future for a certain blonde-haired Slytherin…and I'm not going to say whether it's the father or the daughter :-P

Le Britties: Mmm…me likes chocolate chip. Unfortunately, Fred got to the M&M one before me. *pouts* Ah well, ce'est la vie.

Lgobgirlie15: Oh! 'tall makes sense now. Anywhen, can you guess what mine's about. I'll give you a hint; it's related to HP. 'Tis very very silly, but I got is a long time ago, and now I can't bear to change it.

DesireeMalfoy: Ok I'm gonna apologise in advance for not emailing you, it's just I don't want to accidentally email the Chapter Alert to myself. Do you have another email address I could email CA's to? And for FF.NET; first, register. Then, go to Document Manager, and upload the document. To do this you will have to have one chapter of your story saved. I recommend writing the story in one document (word preferably) and then saving each chapter in a separate document (HTML) I recommend HTML because then you keep the rich text (italics bold underline etc). After you have uploaded a chapter, preview it to make sure there are no mistakes, or that half of the chapter didn't accidentally get lost during the upload, as that sometimes happens. Then go to Create A Story, and select the fanfiction type. Write the title and all that. Afterwards, you simply go to Edit Story/Chapter Management every single time you want to upload a chapter, remembering to go to Document Manager first and upload the chapter of course. Hope I've been of some help, email me if you need any more. Also, if you need a beta (someone who looks over your work before you post) I'd love to take the position.