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NOTE: Also, sorry about the wait. Something happened to the computer I'm using, and it took a while to fix it. And it's also hard to compete with moving and everything. So it's also the fact that I had my computer unhooked for a bit... Anyway, sorry about the wait, and I wont keep you waiting much longer. (Also, a note to the wise: I'd skip the reviews if your name isn't there... they're quite boring...)

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To the above reviewers: Hermione and Harry didn't just get together on the dot. There is back-story, but if you can't find it, there will be something coming up. If you're STILL confused after you read this message, then just reread the whole of the story FIRST, and you should get clues to why Malfoy's so nice.

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Harry walked around the lake. It had been about a week since he had gotten out of St. Mungo's. Hermione had been so over-joyed that she threw a welcome home party for him. They had decided to give him a surprise party for his birthday with that. Hermione came running up behind him.

"Harry? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I'm just...thinking I guess." He said, and stared at his reflection in the water. Was there something wrong? Was he really okay? Or was there something missing?

'Of course there's something wrong you twit. You lost you're godfather 2 months ago.' He argued with himself. "Hermione—something is, actually." He said to her, and she had a puzzled look on her face. "Come here," He said, and sat down on the bench, placing his head in his hands.

"I'm just...." And he finished telling Hermione what was wrong.

A/N: You'll learn what he was talking about later—don't worry.

"George, what are you talking about?" Hermione asked, as George paced in front of the table. "Harry's fine. There's nothing wrong with him. Well, except...."

"Except what, Mione? Is he hallucinating? Having those visions again? Going crazy?" George demanded.

"George--," She started, but Ron interrupted her.

"George! Hermione said there's nothing wrong with him! So just leave it!" Ron yelled at him, as Harry came in the front door.

"Nothing wrong with who?" he said, strangely happy.

"Nothing, Harry, never mind." George said, as he walked away, and Ron sat back down. Hermione looked hurt, and Ron's face was flushed with anger. Harry walked into his room

"Okay..." he said, and looked at his pensive. He had gotten it in Diagon Alley, and it had come in handy. Harry thought awhile about it, and decided it was time to look at the memory again.

FLASHBACK (something I added into Harry Potter 4-but I still own nothing)

Beginning 4th year

A/N: Before I get too far into this, I wanted to tell you that Harry is looking through his own eyes in the memory. He's not like a ghost of him or anything (Not like in Dumbledore's pensive. (Book 4)

"Harry, I love you." Hermione said. Harry just smiled.

"I love you, too, Her—"A bigger smile spread across his face. "Mind if I call you Mione?" He said, and Hermione laughed.

"As long as I can call you—," Mione searched her mind for a nickname. "Butterfly." Harry's face clearly said, 'Do I really have to have the name of Butterfly?' "Harry, I think it's sexy. Please?" Hermione put on a sad face, and Harry gave in.

"Fine alright, you can!" Harry said, and Malfoy showed up.

"Potter, I need to talk to you," he said, and noticing Hermione, added "Alone."

"Mmmkay Malfoy," Harry said, and waved at Mione.

"Okay, I need to ask you something."

"I need to ask you something first." Harry said, slurring his words, though he didn't know why. Maybe Mione but a spell on him to make him feel weird.

"No, Potter. I need to ask you something first. Actually 2 things..." Malfoy said, staring at Harry. "Okay, one—are you drunk?"

"No, Idunno watrongwit muy." Harry said, slurring his words and tipping. Malfoy had to grab him by the shoulders to keep him from toppling over.

"Okay, then why are you slurring your words?" Malfoy asked, and shook Harry.

"HonestlyIduno. Hermionemutve dunsomtin." Harry said, slurring his words worse. "Now, s'my turn. Why areyounot 'sultinme, 'n' whys worldspinny?"

"Okay, Harry; I'm gonna tell you why I'm being nice all of the sudden. I changed houses, from Slytherin to Gryffindor, and it's because of you. I needed to be with someone I...well, you know. And because you're like the Anti-Voldemort parade thing, I figured I'd better join you. Now, why the worlds spinning: I do know that too. You're under a curse of some kind. Harry?" Malfoy said, and Harry started blacking out. "Okay, I'm gonna go get Madam Pomfrey." Malfoy said shakily, as Harry's eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"Hermione!" Malfoy yelled, coming out of the forest. "It's Harry. He's like, or something." He panted, reaching where she and Ron were standing, because Ron had just gotten back from an alone practice session with Angelina.

"Shove off, Malfoy. Never believe a Slytherin, Hermione." Ron said, and Malfoy raised his eyebrows at Ron.

"Testy... But, sadly, I'm no longer a Slytherin. I changed houses. And besides, I'm not lying. Harry's like, dead in there." Malfoy said, and pointed towards the forest again. "Either way, I'm going to get Madam Pomfrey, and if you want to make sure I'm not kidding, Ron, come with me."

"Go with him Ron. He might not be lying. I'll get Neville and go in there to look for Harry." She said, her voice shaking slightly. Ron looked at her as if she was crazy, but Malfoy grabbed his hand before he could say anything.

"Ron, why do you think I'm always such an asshole?" he asked.

"Because of what you've done before." Ron replied, following Malfoy to the hospital wing.

"Madam Pomfrey!" Malfoy yelled, panting again. "Harry Potter. He's in the Forest. Something's wrong with him, but I don't know what."

"Alright, Mr. Malfoy, don't make such a fuss. You're 'friend' will be fine. Come now." She said, running down out to the forest, Ron and Malfoy right behind her.

"He's suffering from shock," Madam Pomfrey said, looking over Harry. "What just happened to him?"

"Well, I told him," Hermione said, blushing. "I just told him that I liked him. A lot." Madam Pomfrey took no notice that she was embarrassed, and just nodded her head.

"That explains that. There's also something else as well. He's got scars all over him. Not cut scars, but spell scars." Madam Pomfrey continued, looking at Harry's chest.

"We don't know."

'He'll be alright, but he'll need a couple of days to recover." She said, picked up Harry, and left. Ron glared at Malfoy. Hermione stood there for a minute before following Madam Pomfrey.

"You liar! You did that to him!" Ron pounced on Malfoy, forgetting that he had a wand. He wanted to strangle Malfoy, break his neck, kill him.

"I did not!" Malfoy replied, pushing him off. "I'm not that low! Give me a break! Just because I was a Slytherin doesn't mean that I'd kill someone!" he continued, getting up. Ron glared at him again, and left. Malfoy was left alone in the forest. Alone. He shivered and left.

END FLASHBACK

YAY, another chappy ending! Lol, as if I care.. I'm thinking about discontinuing this story. I don't know where it's going. UNLESS enough read this and give me ideas for it... I'll at least be taking a really long break from writing it... to those who have reviewed: thank you! It helped, but then I got out of my story, and...I don't know.. continue to read my other works! Expecially my HP/LP story! Just started, and it's new!