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Snape munches, Hermione cackles evilly, and Fred faints in this chapter. Beware!

I hit 5,000 words. Yay!

'Five years,' Hermione mused. So much can happen in five years.
Snape left, and soon, conversation resumed at the table.

Harry was thinking over his actions of the day.

'Do I really want to have fought with Hermione for such a little thing? Maybe she deserves to tell her side of the story before I jump to conclusions.'

That annoying little voice spoke again.

'But didn't that all already happen? You thought she was cheating on you and she said she wasn't.'

'Damn. It has.'

'And, you called her a Mudblood, good for nothing, and a slut.'

'Oh shit.'

He ran his hand through his hair, deep in thought.

'I really should apologize to Hermione, I mean, now it seems like such a stupid thing to think. Her and Malfoy? That's laughable... But I broke things off with her, I don't think we can get back together again...'

He looked over at Malfoy and Hermione sitting together, talking animatedly and he found he was jealous. But not jealous of Malfoy. Jealous that he was spending time with her, her former school enemy, and here was Harry, he couldn't even seem to merely look Hermione without being met by a glare from the two Slytherins, and Hermione avoided his gaze at all times.

Fred turned to him.

"Now you feel sorry, don't you?"

Great, now he felt even guiltier! He couldn't even remember what he had said while he was so mad, and probably Mione remembered every little detail. He sighed. That was it, he would apologize for being a complete and utter git.
Ginny and Lavender were in the middle of a heated discussion about the best brand of magical eyeshadow, and since nobody was winning, Ginny turned to Blaise and asked him which brand he thought was better.

Blaise was surprised at being included in this discussion, especially about eyeshadow, of all things, but he was quick to respond. He smirked and said, "Neither. We all know beautiful girls don't need eyeshadow." He looked directly at Ginny, who blushed.
Harry snuck a glance at Hermione, who's somewhat cheerful talk with Draco was subdued when she felt someone's eyes on her. She saw Blaise and Draco glaring, and then Harry looking away sheepishly.

'It's now or never, right?'

"Hermione, can I please talk to you for a minute, outside?"

Everybody stopped talking. They all looked pointedly at Hermione, and she got up. "Ok, fine." Then Draco got up, too.

"Draco, you're going to hurt yourself!"

"Nonsense." He smirked. "I'm coming with you to protect you from the bastard." She punched his arm playfully and they went to follow Harry to the kitchen. Right before she stepped in she turned to Draco and said, "Oh yeah, thanks for earlier, you know, when Harry was about to..... slap me...." She trailed off.

Draco opened the door for her, "No problem, and remember, I'm here with you if he tried anything."

They walked in, and Harry was waiting for them.

"Look, Hermione, I don't know what I was thinking."

Draco snorted. "Obviously."

Harry glared at him. "You're not making this any easier, Malfoy."

"Was it supposed to be, Potter?"

"Oh shut up! Both of you! What were you saying Harry?"

"Okay. Look, I don't even remember half of what I said, I guess... I was too blinded by my anger... and it's not like I'm begging to get back together with you, I just want to say I'm sorry for the hateful things I said--"

"Hateful is right." Draco muttered. Harry scowled at Draco.

"Anyway, I wanted to say I'm sorry for me almost slapping you, and calling you good-for-nothing, and all that other crap. I should never have said it, and I didn't mean it. It was really stupid. Can you forgive me?" Hermione was silent for a bit.

Harry continued. "Ok, I understand if you don't want to, but you know..." he trailed off.

As everything Harry'd said sunk in, a smile grew on Hermione's face. She threw herself at her friend. "Oh, Harry, I'm so glad this works out!" He hugged her back.

"Stupid Scarhead always has to get the attention.." Draco muttered. In her happiness at being friends with Harry again, she drew Draco over and pronounced, "Group Hug!" with Harry and Draco effectively using Hermione as a shield to one another.

As they were being hugged by Hermione, who just happened to have been drinking too much coffee that morning... Ron walked in. "Err... is this the right moment? Cuz you know... if this is a little private..."

Hermione raised an eyebrow when she heard Ron mutter something about threesomes.

"Ron, I was just happy because Harry apologized..."

"Oh! In that case... Hermione I'm sorry for not listening to you... ya know.. and not trusting you, which I should have... considering you're basically the brains of us you know.. and because..." Ron rambled. "Er. Sorry Mione."

"This day is good. I just got my two best friends back! GROUP HUG! W00t!"

Draco spoke up. "Never let Hermione near coffee again. Ever."

"So Hermione, the famous Golden Trio is back together?"

"On one condition." Hermione grinned evilly. "Good God Hermione! You should be in Slytherin." She cackled and then suddenly stopped when she saw the three boys staring at her. And back at the dinner table, people were wondering what that freaky noise was.

"Anything Hermione," Harry told her.

"Great, then. Harry, Ron, you have to try to get along with Draco and Blaise."

Blaise poked his head through the door at the moment. "Somebody say my name?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot to warn you about Blaise's impeccable hearing, he was probably listening to our whole conversation." Draco told them, when they looked amazed.

"Don't worry, I only heard the part about coffee..." he assured them.

Hermione looked at Harry and Ron.

"So will you try?"

"Um, try what?" Ron asked.

Hermione sighed. 'Boys.'

"Try to befriend the Slytherins, okay?" "Fine." "I'll try..."

"Oh, Draco, you and Blaise have to try to befriend Harry and Ron, okay? I mean, the war's over, we're not at school, no need for appearances or anything, and no parents," she paused, at the thought of her parents, and then continued. "Let's go back, they're probably wondering what we're doing."

They opened the door, and a huge pile of people fell onto them.

"We were err.. just passing by.." "I must've tripped, sorry.."

Everybody laughed at the lame excuses, and everybody knew what'd happened. Then coffee kicked in again.

"GROUP HUG!!"

Then they all returned to dinner, and finished the mouth-watering food in a matter of minutes.

Snape returned, and, grabbing a chicken leg, sat down.

He took a moment to look up from eating, and everybody was giving him strange looks.

"What?!? The food's good! Hogwarts food is crap." He continued munching, and when he was done, Snape proceeded to speak. Grudgingly, he said, "I almost forgot, Professor Dumbledore has told me that I must answer any questions that I can." He sighed. "Fire away."

"Are we really stuck here for five years? Are there any other people here?"

"Yes, you are. Five years, you can't leave or anything like that. And there are some other people employed by the Fates on the island..."

"How big is this island?"

"Slightly less than 2 miles by 3 miles."

"Is the Quidditch pitch standard size?"

"Yes."

"What else is on the island?"

"Somebody will come to give you a tour of the island tomorrow morning at 9:30."

And etc.

This went on for a while until Fred asked the question that everybody was dying to know the answer to.

"Er, Snape, I'm just wondering... what exactly do you owe the Fates for?" Fred asked, good-naturedly of course.

Snape mumbled something about being a last minute stripper for a party or something of that sort...

"ANYWAYS, does anybody have any other IMPORTANT questions?" He looked around the table.

He saw Ron's face, which was contorted into a disgusted face due to Snape's answer to the last question.

"5 points from Gryffindor, Weasley, for not having a nice face."

Then there was the little Weasley with this maniacal grin on her face.

"5 points from Gryffindor, other Weasley, for looking like a lunatic."

"But you see, Professor, you can't take points off of us here!"

"Shit." He muttered something about not being able to help Slytherin win the House Cup, but then he thought, and a grin started on his face.

Now this was truly scary. Professor "Slimy Git" Snape was grinning. GRINNING!! Pure scariness. Everybody's eyes widened when he began to laugh. "MUAHAHAHA...err"

Draco raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

"But you see, Gryffindors, you won't get points added for Miss Know-It-All over there," he jabbed his finger at Hermione's general direction, "and" he paused for dramatic effect, "no Quidditch matches for you!"

"Oh no!" "AHH!!" "NOOO!!!"

Gasps of horror broke out around the table, and then there was a crash. Fred had fainted, and Angelina was appointed to bring him upstairs to recuperate from shock. She levitated him up the stairs.

It was then that they decided it was time for bed.

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