ATTENTION RETURNING READERS!!!!: Hey everyone, just so you know, you might want to go back and re-read the end (just the end) of the 10th chapter. I strongly encourage you to do so because I changed the whole ending. If you don't read it, you'll be confused in this chapter. I realized that I had Hermione and Harry Apparate in the last chapter and that can't be possible for them to do because they both didn't have their wands. Go to the words, "Harry looked at her sadly and nodded his head" in the 10th and read from there! Sorry about that.

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Sorry for all the confusion!

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Chapter 11- The Pensieve

Sylvia Thomas, Ginny Weasley, and Cho Chang all stood outside of Harry and Hermione's house with a few Ministry officials. They had been searching the whole house for clues as to where Harry and Hermione could have disappeared to. After Sylvia was hung up on by Hermione, she had a foreboding sense that things were not ok at the Potter household. She skipped her nail appointment and rushed over to see if Hermione was ok. When she saw that the house was completely empty, she called the Ministry and they sent Neville Longbottom and Ron Weasley, their two best Aurors, to investigate. She felt that Ginny Weasley needed to know that the whole family had mysteriously disappeared, so she called her. Ginny rushed over instantly, followed by Cho Chang who she had been having lunch with. Neville and Ron so far had found both of their wands and a ceramic bowl that had been shattered.

"Don't worry, we'll find them," said Ron as he exited the house.

Sylvia burst into tears again and her boyfriend Daniel, who had just showed up, put his arm around her.

"We'll go question their neighbors to see if they saw anything suspicious this morning," said Neville as he too exited the Potter's house.

Ron and Neville walked off to go question the neighbors as Sylvia, Ginny, Cho, and Daniel went inside of the Potter's house. The four of them congregated in the living room. Ginny and Cho sat on the couch and Sylvia sat in Daniel's lap in an armchair. They were all silent for awhile, each one thinking about the Potter's strange disappearance. Their silence was broken, however, by the back door opening.

DRACO/RADOC'S POV

As the Potter's house came into view, I had a queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Why was I so nervous? Once I proved that I had no relationship with the Mudblood, we would go back to the castle and I would start on my potion. I couldn't wait to clean my slate and prove them all wrong. But a sense of uneasiness overcame me as well. What if they were right? I shook that thought from my head. They couldn't be right. They're just trying to deceive me, they're testing me. I kept telling myself that, but somewhere in the back of my head a voice told me I was wrong.

HERMIONE'S POV

My eyes were shut for the whole time we were in the air and my arms were clasped around Harry's waist in a death grip. I was deathly afraid of flying and heights. Harry was quiet for most of the ride. He only spoke to inform me that we were coming up on our house and we would be on the ground soon. I couldn't blame him for being quiet though, this was probably so hard for him. It was hard for me too though. Did I really want Draco back, or was I happy with Harry? No doubt I still loved Draco, but I had learned to love Harry. What was I going to do?

HARRY'S POV

Hermione's arms were grasped tightly around my waist for the entire journey. Would this be the last time I would feel her embrace? I didn't speak to her the whole ride, for I was too enveloped in my own thoughts. What if Draco remembers his past? Would Hermione and him get back together? I didn't know if I could let her go, I loved her so much. I had always loved her. But was she really happy with me? Then I had second thoughts about the whole thing. Did I really want Hermione being with a man I knew was very abusive? I mean look what he did to me. He had tortured me for pure amusement. He had laughed at my pain. Did I want Hermione and her son Nick with that violent of a man?

END HARRY'S POV

"Potter, listen up! We're going to land in your back yard and go through the back door. Just incase we have any unexpected visitors!" Radoc yelled from his position behind Harry and Hermione.

Harry gave the thumbs up, signaling that he understood, and steered his broom down towards their back yard. Harry felt the breath being squeezed out of him as they descended, due to Hermione's death grip around his waist. As they came to the ground, they hovered for a moment, and then put their feet down. Hermione got off of the broom quickly. Harry walked toward the back door, broom in hand, and Hermione and Radoc followed suit. He placed his broom up against the side of the house and walked in the door. Radoc also propped his broom up by Harry's and went inside, his wand raised. He was ready for any kind of funny business the two might try. The three of them were greeted by four curious faces, whose mouths dropped when they saw them.

"Hermione! Harry!" exclaimed Sylvia. Then she shot a confused look towards Draco/Radoc.

Radoc, surprised by the company yet ready to act, pointed his wand at the four and softly whispered to Hermione and Harry, "If you or they try anything, your friends will die."

Four wands were quickly raised and pointed at Radoc who laughed sinisterly.

"Do you think your wands scare me? I am Lord Radoc Falmoy, the most powerful wizard since Voldemort. I could kill you all with a wave of my wand," Radoc scoffed.

The four wands were brought down slowly as shock appeared on each of the wand holder's faces.

"Let us do what we came here to do and we will explain later," Hermione said to the four. "Please, just let us by."

The four of them hesitated for a second, but Sylvia must have seen the look of desperation on Hermione's face for she said, "Move out of the way guys and let them by."

As Hermione passed Sylvia she mouthed the words "Thank you" and smiled at her. Sylvia gave her a nervous, shaky smile back. Harry walked past the four, giving them all looks of nervousness, and Radoc rudely shoved his way past.

When they got to the staircase that led up to the attic, Hermione turned to Harry and said, "I think it would be best if Draco and I went upstairs alone."

"Radoc!" yelled Radoc angrily and Hermione mumbled 'whatever'.

"What?!?" exclaimed Harry. "Hermione, what if he tries to hurt you! Let me come up with you."

"No, Harry. I have to do this alone," said Hermione and she softly kissed his cheek. "Thank you, for everything you've done for me."

Hermione turned to Radoc and said, "Let's go."

Radoc and Hermione climbed up the stairs and came to a door. Hermione opened it and the stuffiness of the attic greeted the two as they walked in.

"It should be around here somewhere," said Hermione as she closed the door after Radoc and started looking in boxes and cabinets.

"Well, hurry up. We should be getting back to the castle soon so I can start on my potion," growled Radoc.

RADOC'S POV




(In the Italics are the older, evil Draco's thoughts as he sees Hermione's memories)

I followed the Mudblood up the stairs and to the attic. As she opened the door, the humid and stuffy atmosphere enveloped my senses. I watched as she searched through boxes, then heard her say "Ah ha! Here it is!" as she pulled out a stone basin that had a bright, whitish silver substance in it. I could not tell whether the bright stuff was a solid, liquid, or a gas.

"Come here, Dra-er Radoc," she asked me and I cautiously went over by her.

I peered into the bowl she was holding and prodded the bright stuff. It started to swirl around and curiosity overtook me and I bent down further to see if I could get a good look.

"What am I supposed to do?" I snapped at Hermione in frustration.

"Just keep peering into it," she told me.

The silvery, whitish stuff became transparent and I bent down, expecting to see the bottom of the basin. I was surprised when I saw the inside of a train compartment. I leaned in closer, my curiosity growing and my nose touched the strange substance. Suddenly the attic I was in gave a huge lurch and I started falling through something black and ice-cold. I became frightened and let out a scream, for it was like being sucked into a dark whirlpool. Finally I found myself sitting in a train compartment and I quickly surveyed my surroundings. I was sitting across from a girl with long, curly, brunette hair and beautiful brown eyes. It was the younger Hermione Granger. She didn't seem to notice that I had just fallen into the room, because she kept looking out the window. I waved my hand in front of her face and snapped my fingers. She ignored me. The compartment door opened and she turned away from the window. When she saw who it was a huge smile took over her face. I turned to see who just came in and a shocked expression came over my face when I saw that it was me, except eight years younger. I actually looked excited to see her!

"Draco!" she exclaimed when the younger me came in. I watched as I shut the door and turned to her with a smile.

"Hey sweetheart! Both of our trunks are loaded onto the train," I heard the younger me say.

Wait a minute, did I call her sweetheart?!?

"Thanks babe," she said as the younger me sat down next to her and draped an arm around her.

She snuggled her head into my shoulder and I watched as I tenderly kissed her head.

"Your welcome," the younger me responded.

Then the scenery changed and I recognized the place to be King's Cross Station. I saw that we had just come out of platform nine and three quarters and the younger Hermione was introducing the younger me to two people, who I assumed were her parents.

Her parents left and I moved closer to the younger me and heard myself say, "You're a feisty one Hermione, and that's what I love about you."

The younger Hermione sighed and said, "I really don't want to leave you right now, Draco. You will write to me a lot won't you?"

I gave her a shaky smile and said, "I'll try Hermione, I really will."

"You'll try?" Hermione asked me in a disappointed voice.

Then I heard my younger self say, "Hermione you know I love you and I trust you. There is something I need to tell you."

"What is it, Draco?" she asked.

"Well you know my father, Lucius, is a very controlling man. He wants me to follow in his footsteps, become a Death Eater, and then when Voldemort dies I'm," the younger me paused and sighed. "I-I-'m supposed to be the next Dark Lord. I'm the heir to Voldemort's Throne."

Then conversation between the two of us changed and I heard myself say, "My father has spies at Hogwarts. I know we hid our relationship well for awhile, but when the whole school found out he sent me a couple of notes."

We did have a relationship, my mother was right.

"Oh crap, he knows!" younger Hermione gasped.

"Hermione, listen to me! I don't want any of this, I don't want to be a Malfoy. I know what a jerk I was to you years ago, I was exactly like my father. I never want to be like that bastard. Swear to me that you will tell no one about this," I heard myself say.

What the hell was wrong with me!! Why didn't I want to be the next Dark Lord?!?

"What will happen once your father finds out you don't want to go to the Dark Side?" Hermione asked.

"My father is a madman who loves to punish me for no reason," the younger me replied.

"You don't have to go through any of this. Contact Dumbledore, he will protect you he will hide you," Hermione said with desperation in her voice.

"He will find me. No matter what they will find me. This is the price I have to pay for being a Malfoy," I said.

The younger Hermione broke down in tears and pushed her face into my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her and heard myself say, "I love you, Hermione Granger."

"And I love you," she sobbed.

I watched as Hermione and I kissed passionately, and then saw my father come in. He was screaming at me, yelling at me. I watched as he scratched my face. I held my hand up to my cheek, suddenly remembering the pain. I watched as my father yelled at Hermione.

"I was wondering what was taking you so long to get here father," I heard myself say. "Hermione, go to the car."

"But Draco," she protested.

"Just go to your car and leave!" I shouted.

Was that desperation in my voice?

I watched as she walked away and the scenery changed along with the memory.

Hermione was sitting in her living room at her house and I watched as the younger me appeared out of the fireplace. I had obviously Flooed there.

"Draco!" she yelled as she ran over to the younger me and gave me a hug. "I didn't know that your house was connected to mine!"

I didn't hug her back and she pulled away and looked at the younger me curiously.

"Draco, what's the matter? You look as if your best friend just died," Hermione said as she brushed a strand of hair away from my face. "Oh my god, what happened to your face!"

"I hope you don't mind me intruding," I heard myself say.

"Of course I don't mind. Intrude anytime you want!" Hermione said with a look of worry on her face.

I watched as I examined one of the Granger's family portraits and then she spoke again.

"Draco what happened to you? What happened to your face?" asked Hermione.

"Where are your parents?" I heard myself ask.

"They went out to dinner for their anniversary," Hermione said. "Draco please tell me what happened!"

"Good," I heard myself sigh. "Hermione, I love you."

"I love you too, but what in Merlin's name," started Hermione but she was interrupted by me kissing her passionately on the lips.

Finally the younger me pulled out of the embrace, pointed at my face and said, "My father did this to me because he found out about us. I also told him I didn't want to be like him."

Hermione gasped and said, "Draco, why didn't you contact Dumbledore?"

"Because so far I've spent my whole summer vacation down in Malfoy Manor's..." I started but was interrupted by my father suddenly appearing at my side and clamping his hand over my mouth.

"Well Draco I think that's enough out of you. Did you give the Mudblood her note that you wrote her?" snapped my father as he released the hand from my mouth and glared menacingly at Hermione.

Hermione gasped at the sight of Lucius and shot me a questioning look as she stammered, "Y-y-y-you wrote m-m-me a note, Draco?"

"No actually..." I started but my father clamped a hand over my mouth again.

"Yes he did. He's going to give it to you right now. Aren't you Draco?" Lucius asked firmly.

"Why don't you let Draco speak for himself Mr. Malfoy," snapped Hermione viciously as she put her hands firmly on her hips.

I watched as my father said something under his breath to me and Hermione asked if I did write her a letter. I told her I did and I reached inside of my pocket and brought out a sheaf of parchment and handed it to her.

He watched as she read it and then she said, "Well if that's the way you want it, fine."

She turned away and I watched as the younger me raised my wand. Was I going to kill her? Suddenly I heard myself scream out, "NO!"

Hermione turned around with a confused look as she said, "No what? You don't want to break up with me? Don't you think you've done enough damage writing me this letter and breaking my heart?!?"

"I didn't write that note, my dad made me write it! I was under the Imperious! He's making me break up with you but I don't really want to because I love you too damn much! Now he wants to kill you so get the fuck out of here!" I heard myself yell.

"Damn you Draco! I knew you'd go soft on me! Stand aside boy!" yelled my father as he pushed me to the floor. "Crucio!"

The curse hit Hermione and she fell to the floor, writhing and thrashing about in pain. I watched as the younger me leapt off the ground and lunged at my father, breaking his concentration and aim so that the curse was freed from Hermione. I watched as I straddled my father's figure and wrestled his wand hand to the ground.

"Crucio! Crucio! Crucio!" shouted Lucius angrily. The curses missed Hermione narrowly and bounced off of the lamps and pictures of her family.

"RUN Hermione!" I yelled as my father struggled to get up.

I watched as she got up off the floor in a hurry, screamed that she loved me, and then ran out the door, got into a Muggle car and drove off.

The scenery changed in an instant, and I was standing in a rather large train compartment along with nine other people. I recognized Ginny Weasley who stood next to Hermione.

"This is Hermione Granger, our Head Girl for this year," Ginny announced to everyone on the train.

"Well, I hope this year will be a good one. I have some fantastic plans for the Yule Ball," Hermione said somewhat nervously.

"Do you know where your Slytherin lover is?" asked a gruff looking boy suddenly who was staring out of the window.

"Uh, well," stuttered Hermione. "I'm not sure."

"Didn't you notice? He's not on the train," sneered the boy as he turned and gave her an evil glare. "Rumor has it he's pledging himself. He's becoming one of them."

"He wouldn't," I heard Hermione whisper. Then I watched as she turned to Ginny and asked, "He wouldn't would he?"

"He's a Malfoy. He is expected to follow in his father's footsteps. I wouldn't be surprised if he was pledging," Ginny said.

"But, he changed," I heard Hermione say.

"Did he?" Ginny asked her.

The scenery and the memory changed again and this time I recognized that I was in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. I knew that I was sitting at the Gryffindor table because I saw Hermione next to me. Food appeared in multitudes on the table and I watched as everyone made a grab for some.

"This stuff is great," a girl from the other side of Hermione piped up.

"It always is," Hermione agreed.

"I told you that Draco was Head Boy," boasted the girl.

"Speaking of Draco, I don't see him here at the Feast," said Hermione.

Suddenly the girl sitting by Hermione dropped her chicken wing to her plate with a clatter and everyone at the table looked towards the entrance of the Great Hall. I curiously looked to see what everyone was looking at and saw the younger me absorbed in a very ugly looking girl. I was fawning all over her!

"Oh Hermione," I heard the girl say. "I'm so sorry."

The scenery and the memory changed again, and this time I was outside of Hogwarts by a huge tree. Hermione was sitting on the ground and crying with her head in her hands. I watched as the younger me approached her. I noticed that I looked really nervous.

"Hello Hermione," I heard myself say.

She gave me a nasty glare as she snapped, "What do you want?"

"I want to talk to you," the younger me said. I watched as I reached up to brush a strand of hair away and she pulled away.

"Why should I talk to you? I can't believe you cheated on me with that whore Pansy! I thought you hated her!" she yelled at me.

"Hermione, I do hate Pansy. I never meant to hurt you," I replied.

"Well you did! You hurt me a lot. I thought you loved me!" she sobbed.

"I do love you, I love you more than anything. It was my father, he put the Imperious on me," I said as I hesitantly put my arm around her.

"What?" she gasped.

"The Imperious was on me the whole day, yesterday. My father made me go to the Death Eaters meeting, he made me receive the Dark Mark, and he made me make advances on Pansy," I said as I removed my arm from around her and lifted up my sleeve to show her the mark.

Hermione gasped and said, "Oh, Draco! You're one of them! There were rumors going around that you were pledging, but I never thought you'd actually go through with it."

"I will never be one of them," I said assertively.

"Draco, he will find you and kill you if you do not answer his call," she said as she traced the mark on my bicep. "What are you going to do?"

"I guess I'll have to go to the meetings and pretend that I am one of them, even though I'm not and I never will be," I said as I scowled and quickly covered up the mark.

Hah! I said that!?! Look at me now! I'm more powerful than Lord Voldemort himself!

"What if they find out that you're just pretending?" Hermione asked.

"Well lets just hope they never find out," I whispered.

The scenery changed again and I saw Neville Longbottom running up to the younger Hermione and me. He stuttered something about something that was wrong with Harry and Hermione told Neville to take her to him. I watched as we all started sprinting away and I followed. We finally came to an empty corridor and I saw Harry Potter on the ground with a dagger in his side. I watched as Hermione flung herself down by Harry and cradled his head in her lap. Hermione asked Neville what happened and he told her that Harry forgot his Potions book and they were going back to get it. I watched as the younger me moved over to Harry and bent down by him.

"No get away from me!" Harry yelled at me.

I watched as I examined the handle and then said, "This is a Death Eaters dagger. We have to get him to Madame Pomfrey, fast. The dagger's tip has a poison on it that will kill him slowly and painfully."

Potter was dieing and I was saving him?!? What the hell! He is my enemy!

"Is he going to die?" Hermione asked me.

"He can still be helped, but there's not much time," I heard myself say.

I then watched as Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and confessed his love for her. I heard him ask if he could kiss her and I looked at the younger me and saw that I looked very jealous. I watched as they kissed and as Harry's body became limp. Hermione started screaming for Harry not to die and I watched in a stupor as I bent down and cradled his unconscious body in my arms. Then I watched as we all sprinted away, probably to the Hospital Wing and the scenery changed again. This time I was in the Hospital Wing standing by Harry, who was lying on a bed. He was awake and Hermione and Ron Weasley were talking to him.

"So rumor around Hogwarts is that a Death Eater attacked you. I wonder how he got into the castle?" Ron asked.

"That's a good question, I don't really know," said Harry.

"I know who would know," I heard Hermione say.

"Who?" asked Harry.

"Draco Malfoy," she replied.

"Why would he know? Did he finally become a scary ole Death Eater or something?" Harry said in a joking tone and Hermione nodded.

"AND YOU WERE GOING OUT WITH HIM!?! YOU WERE GOING OUT WITH A DEATH EATER?" Ron yelled at Hermione.

Then I saw that the younger me walked in and heard myself say, "Yes she was. Is there a problem with that?"

I looked really upset.

"Draco, I," Hermione stuttered but I put up a hand to silence her.

"I came in here to see how you were doing, Potter. Instead I find out that Hermione, a person who I thought I could trust with my secrets, just revealed my deepest most darkest one," I said coldly.

"So it's true then?" stated Ron angrily and I watched as I lifted up my sleeve to show them the mark.

"I was thinking he could go to the Death Eater meetings so he can find out who stabbed you, Harry," Hermione told Harry.

Suddenly I said, "So this is the path you have chosen?" I watched as Hermione quickly let go of Harry's hand. After a couple moments of silence I heard myself say, "Fine. Enjoy your time together." The younger me walked out of the infirmary.

Harry then spoke to Hermione and said, "Hermione, you know that I love you." She nodded and after a brief pause he spoke again, "Go to him. Go to him now, he needs you more than ever."

"Harry," started Hermione but Harry put a finger over her mouth.

"Draco loves you Hermione. Now that he's a Death Eater he will need your love more than ever," Harry said. "As much as I want you to be my girlfriend, I know you will never love me as much as you loved Draco. You wouldn't be happy with me and I wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing that you're not happy. You're happy when you're with him."

I watched as Hermione bent down, hugged him, and whispered, "Thank you."

"I will always love you, Hermione Granger. Remember that," I heard Harry say.

The scenery and the memory changed and this time I found myself to be in my room when I was Head Boy. The younger me was fast asleep on the bed and I watched as Hermione snuck into my room and sat down on the edge of the bed. As she reached out to brush away a strand of my hair, I opened my eyes, sat up and pointed my wand at her in a swift motion.

"My door was locked. That means I don't want you to come in my room," I said angrily.

"Draco, you didn't let me explain," complained Hermione and I watched as I crossed my arms and turned away from her.

"What's to explain, Hermione? Harry's not the Heir to Voldemort's Throne, you don't have any problems dating him. He doesn't have any parents so he doesn't have to worry about what they think. It's fine I don't care. I'm leaving Hogwarts anyways, so you two enjoy your time together," I said crossly.

"Draco," Hermione said. "The only reason I kissed Harry was because I thought he was dieing. He was holding my hand for comfort; he was in a lot of pain. I'm not dating Harry. We are best friends. Wait a second, did you just say that you were leaving?"

I watched as I suddenly turned to her with a look of desperation on my face, "You're not dating Harry?"

"No. I love Harry like a brother. I could never date him. I love you, Draco."

I put my head in my hands and started to curse at myself.

"What's the matter? Why are you leaving?" asked Hermione.

"I thought I lost you to Harry Potter. That night after I took Potter to the Infirmary, I stayed and watched you through the window on the door to the Infirmary. I was so mad I wrote to my father and told him I wanted to be taken out of school so I could train to be the next Dark Lord," I said softly and Hermione gasped, putting her hand over her mouth.

"You didn't," she whispered and I nodded.

Hermione sighed and put her hands over her face. I grasped her wrists and pulled them away so I could look her in the eyes.

"What do I do?" I heard myself whisper.

Tears filled Hermione's eyes and overflowed onto her face.

"I don't know, you just sealed your fate," said Hermione quietly as she started to cry harder. "I can't believe you did that."

"I was angry, Hermione."

"You didn't wait for me to explain, you assumed," said Hermione.

"I know, I'm sorry. Come here sweetheart," I said as I held open his arms.

I called her sweetheart again!!


Hermione threw herself into my arms and sobbed as I stroked her hair and gently kissed the top of her head.

"What are we going to do about us?" Hermione asked. "I won't see you."

"No you won't. I'll try Hermione. I'll try to not be corrupted by them, but you know they will poison my mind," I said and she sobbed even harder.

"Go to Dumbledore. He'll help you, you won't have to go. He can hide you. We can get married and I'll hide with you," suggested Hermione but I shook my head.

Married?!?

"No, he will find me, I have the Mark. They will find me no matter where I hide. Voldemort will keep calling me."

"You'll forget all about me, won't you?"

I kissed the top of her head, tilted her chin up so she could look me in the eyes and said, "I will never forget you."

"I love you Draco," Hermione whispered.

"I love you too," I replied. "I will love you forever."

My mind was spinning, my head hurt. My mother, Harry, Hermione they were all right. I saw for myself I had loved this girl with all my heart. I never wanted to go into the Dark Arts, I was forced by my father. My father, a man who I swore I would never turn out like.

I watched as Hermione and I made out, then it led to clothes being taken off, and eventually we had sex on my bed. Finally when it was over, Hermione started to dress and I asked her where she was going. She told me she had class and then she was eating dinner with Harry and Ron. I begged her to stay, but she refused. I watched as I walked over to her and put my arms around her waist.

"Please go to Dumbledore, do something! You can't just go over to the Dark Side like this," Hermione begged me.

"I already told you, they will find me. I have the Mark," I said as I kissed her cheek.

"You can't! I won't let you!" she suddenly yelled, breaking away from me.

"I have no choice, honey," I said.

"I want to hate you Draco, but I know that would be selfish of me. And even if I tried, I could never hate you, only love you. I will always love you Draco Malfoy," she said as she brushed past me and walked out of the room sobbing.

The scenery and the memory changed again and I was in a large room. Hermione Granger was sitting on a bed sobbing. It was the Head Girl's room.

"This is the last memory I want you to see before you go back to the present," the older Hermione said as she suddenly appeared beside me. "By the way, Harry was made Head Boy after you left."

A soft knock sounded on the door and I heard the younger Hermione sob, "Come in."

Harry Potter came in, walked over to the bed and sat down next to her, placing his hand on her back.

"I noticed you weren't at dinner tonight. You've been acting really strange recently. Is everything alright?" Harry asked.

Hermione turned to Harry and sobbed, "Oh Harry, everything is not alright."

"Why? What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"Well I have been feeling strange recently. I have terrible morning sickness, I get short of breath when walking up stairs, and I skipped my period. I recognized these symptoms and performed a pregnancy test on myself and sure enough, I am pregnant. Look how fat I am!" Hermione sobbed. "Oh God Harry, I'm pregnant with Draco's baby!"

"God Hermione," Harry whispered. "And he's gone isn't he? He's going to go through with being the next Dark Lord?"

Hermione nodded and sobbed harder.

Harry sighed and enveloped her in a hug where she stayed crying.

"What am I going to do?" Hermione said in a muffled voice.

"Well, actually I was hoping for a better time to ask you this, a more romantic time. I mean, I could help you care for the kid," stammered Harry.

Hermione raised her head to look Harry in the eyes and whispered, "What?"

"Well, you know I love you. I guess what I'm trying to ask you is, will you marry me?" Harry asked as he brushed a piece of Hermione's hair away from her face. "I know it's sudden and I don't have a ring for you, but I really care for you and I could help you raise your kid."

"Oh Harry, you would do that for me?" asked Hermione.

"I would do anything for you, Hermione. I would die for you," said Harry.

"I will. I will marry you," said Hermione and I watched as Harry kissed her.

"It's time to go back, Draco," the older, present Hermione said from next to me.

She put her hand under my elbow and I felt myself rising into the air and the scene with Harry and Hermione dissolved right in front of my eyes. I was surrounded in blackness and it felt like I did a slow motion somersault, suddenly landing flat on my feet back in the attic. Hermione Granger stood next to me and I turned to face her. I looked at her, with her beautiful brunette curls flowing down around her shoulders, and she looked back at me with her dark brown eyes full of tears. She stepped closer to me so that our faces were very close together and I didn't take a step back. She leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I returned the kiss and realized that something about kissing her felt very familiar. Suddenly, the kiss was broken as my head exploded in pain.

"Bloody hell!" I yelled as my hands flew to my head and I scrunched my eyes shut tight.

"Draco, what's the matter?" Hermione asked me worriedly.

Her voice sounded very far away as the pain intensified. Suddenly, it was like a movie was being fast forwarded in my mind as memories flowed into my head and images appeared in front of my eyes. I remembered kissing Hermione for the first time, gathering up the courage to ask her out, I remembered everything that happened at King's Cross station. I remembered my father's fury, the summer days I spent in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor, the night when my father tried to get me to kill Hermione and how I broke the curse and ended up saving her. I remembered being forced to go get the Mark, being forced to flirt with Pansy so that Hermione would break up with me, carrying a sleeping Hermione up to her bed. I remembered the day in Double Potions class, apologizing to Hermione outside of Hogwarts, saving Harry Potter from a horrible death, and assuming that Hermione wanted to go out with Harry. I saw myself writing the letter to my father telling him I wanted to be taken out of Hogwarts, I saw Hermione's hurt face when she found out that I wrote that letter, and I saw myself making love to her. I remembered everything, every detail of every memory, even what I had said. I started to perspire horribly and finally I collapsed and blacked out on the attic floor.

I got all of the information about the Pensieve from the 4th book "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" page 581.

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