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Okay. I know it has been sometime since I updated this fic- but that doesn't mean it's over! I love this story, plot, and especially the reviews so I'm definitely not giving up 'til it's completely done. It MAY take sometime though. I'm not the most perfect (Nor am I anything close to perfect!) person in the world. But if I say I'll get it done – I'll get it done. My Internet was jammed and could not work before, so I couldn't continue updating (To update chapter 7 I had to use wireless at a hotel! It was SO painful! The connection was sooo slow!) I HAVE however, done chapters 8-12 (See? I'm not so lazy!).

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HERMIONE'S POV :

"Nil," I said, pushing a book called 'Special Magical Abilities' away from under my nose. We (Malfoy and I) have been researching the Full Moon Symbol and Oblivion for hours, and for once in my entire life I felt sick of staring at books all day. "Can we give it a break, Malfoy? We've been searching for hours."

"No!" said Malfoy. He grabbed the 'Special Magical Abilities' book I've been reading and studied the pages carefully. "We're not looking hard enough. It's got to be here!"

And people thought I was the bossy one! "Malfoy... we've practically gone through every book there is. There's nothing here!" I said, annoyance clearly showing. "I've been patient with you, Malfoy... don't lose that privilege."

For the first time in six hours, Malfoy stopped concentrating on the book to face me. "Granger," he said, tone of voice obviously slipping. "This is serious. The Full Moon you made in Oblivion was incredibly dangerous; a life could have passed! Something this huge is no Potter Incident! We're dealing with something even Voldemort doesn't have. And you and I both know Voldemort... what he doesn't have – he gets."

A roll of cold sweat slipped down the back of my neck. "Alright," I muttered. "I'll go get another book. If nothing comes up, we'll continue tomorrow."

Malfoy gave me a brisk nod, and returned back to the pile of research scattered around the table.

I sighed, pushed myself off the chair and walked over to a bookshelf.

"Stupid, Malfoy," I muttered once standing close to a stack of books. "'What Voldie doesn't have, he gets...' ugh... If people want to know the real definition of the word 'Son of a b' they should look up – Harry!"

Behind a stack of books, a pair of emerald green eyes stood staring at me. Broken spectacles covered the emerald greens and messy jet-black hair flew everywhere. "So I'm the definition of 'Son of a b', is it?" asked the one that carried the mesmerising green eyes.

I could've choked on oxygen just then, but I forced myself to control it. "Yes, POTTER. You are," I said coolly, brushing the strands of hair that fell into my eyes.

Harry's eyes softened. "Hermione..." he murmured, sticking his hand through the rows of books. His hand gently caressed my cheek. "What happened...?"

My eyes closed itself to Harry's touch. It was so very cold against my skin – not at all like I dreamed it to be. "Harry," I said, my voice drifted out of my lips uncontrollably. "... I d-don't know... it just... happened..."

My eyes snapped open, gazing into Harry's heart melting emerald green. "I got to go..." I whispered. My hands reached for a book (No book in particular), and I walked away, taking long strides at a time. "Bye, Harry..."

"Have you got the books, Granger?" asked Malfoy, the second I arrived back at our table.

I rolled my eyes. Isn't it nice? Somebody actually cares about me... cough! "Er... yeah... right here," I said, fumbling with the book in my hands.

Malfoy grabbed the book from me (How sweet...) and stared at it. "Granger," he said, raising the book so I could see. "How's THIS book going to help us solve our little mystery?"

I blushed. The book he held was called, 'A Lover's Tale Between Two Oblivions'. It looked like a very old novel, with crisp brown pages and the faint smell of a worn out- partly torn book. "It did say Oblivion, did it not?" I said, trying to hide my crimson coloured cheeks.

Malfoy rolled his eyes, and passed the old novel back to me. "You know what, Granger?" he said, his steel grey eyes fixed in a weary expression. Looking closely, I could see that he too had thick black bags under his eyes. "You do need a break. We'll continue this tomorrow..."

Her sky blue eyes filled with tears. Gregory's silhouette stood in the corner, trying to block Aliana's crying face from his mind. "Aliana," he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "You know it won't work... things are complicated."

Aliana rubbed her eyes. "No it's not," she whispered. "I love you, and you love me. That's it, Greg."

Greg heaved a sigh. "No, you know that's all a lie... a wish that'll never /happen," he spoke. "Things happen – things always happen. And it always will."

Greg caressed Aliana's pale cheek gently. "Oblivion will always be in the way. Always. Evil's always after us... we can't run anymore."

"But when we're together we're strong, Greg!" said Aliana, cheeks wet with tears.

"Yeah, sure we're strong, but we're also gullible. Aliana we can end this. We can live if you'll just understand; we CAN'T be together! This curse keeps us apart..."

Aliana felt her heart shatter. "But this curse also keeps us together. We're soul mates! Destined to be together, to do what's right!"

Gregory sighed and smashed his fist against the brick wall. "Damn this stupid curse!!" he cried. "Happening every 300 years! Why is it always..."

But before Greg could continue his sentence, a faint knocking on the door was heard. I marked my page (Page 380), picked myself up from the bed and unlocked the door. "What do you want, Malfoy?" I said, clearly obvious to the spaghetti-strap midnight blue top and short shorts I was wearing at the moment. I hated short, skimpy outfits, but these are my pyjamas. Nobody is supposed to see me in my pyjamas! I'm not trying to act all slutty really.

Malfoy's face turned bright pink; he stared down at his hands (Which dangled down his sides). "Uh... I was wondering... uh... Are... you... busy...?" he mumbled, his blush expanding.

I smirked, very much amused. "Not really. Just some light reading," I said, pointing at the thick novel lying on my bed.

Malfoy raised an eyebrow in question. "Light reading?" he repeated. "Right... so, er, I was... well, I've got nothing to do and I can't get any sleep, so... would you, er, mind if I...?"

I nodded, understanding him clearly. I was in the same predicament he's in, so I understand if he can't stop thinking about Oblivion and Blaise Zabini's near death experience. "Come on in, Malfoy," I said, stepping aside so he could enter.

Malfoy went over to my bed and sat on the far edge of it. "You're reading that romance story you gave me at the library?" he said, studying the book. "I never knew you were into this girly crap, Granger,"

I plopped down on the bed and leaned against the wall. "Yeah," I said, concentrating on my black polished nails. "And I think I've got something about Oblivion."

With that sentence, Malfoy stopped looking around the room to turn his full attention to me. "I'm all ears, Granger," he said, staring at me.

I crawled over to the edge of the bed until I was sitting side by side with Malfoy. "Oblivion... according to the book, mean two people – a man and a woman – are chosen for this incredible responsibility every three hundred years. They usually start off as enemies... but end up, um..." I trailed off at that point, my mouth felt dry and sticky.

"Yes?" asked Malfoy eagerly, turning suddenly so that his nose almost touched my left cheek.

"... Lovers..." I whispered.

DRACO'S POV :

My throat felt dry and my lungs shrivel. The last word that escaped Granger's lips sent me into a petrified state. "... L-lovers...?" I squeaked.

Granger nodded; her expression blank as though unaffected by this sudden realization. "Anyways," she continued, waving a hand in front of my face dismissively, "According to the book, each two chosen people will have to face an impossible task – they have to save the world..."

I raised an eyebrow at the last statement. "Save the world?" I repeated, clearly not believing what she just said. "Isn't that a Potter-Thing?"

"Don't talk about Harry like that!" snapped Granger, her chocolate brown eyes narrowed in rage.

I coughed. "Excuse me?" I asked. I thought she hated Potter – why is she getting all over-protective all of a sudden? "Did I just hit a soft spot?"

Granger's eyes softened as she pretended to act unaffected. "No," she said, a little too quickly. "... Er, so anyways... we have this power to destroy some great evil or whatever. Some kind of prophecy will point out our purpose."

"Prophecy? Where do we find a bloody prophecy?" I asked, scratching the back of my neck in thought.

Granger shrugged. "I don't know... maybe this isn't even true," she said, lying face-upwards on her bed. "Besides, it was just a dumb romance novel. It could've just been a made up story."

"Or not," I stated. "No story can be so... connected to our predicament. It's got to be the truth."

"Maybe," muttered Granger, eyes closed – focusing on some dream or thought. Granger opened her mouth to release a sleepy yawn.

I nodded, deep in thought. "After all, who'd know about something like this? And why on earth would it be written in a romance novel instead of some research books?" I questioned, waiting for a reply from Granger. But no reply came. I turned to my left, only to see a sleeping Granger – her small form curled up in a tight ball.

A smile tugged on the corner of my lips. She looked so peaceful and angelic... her bottom lip stuck out to form a slight pout and her dark brown hair fell delicately – framing her pretty face beautifully and cascading down her back like waves from a waterfall. My heart practically skipped a beat as I suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotions I just couldn't place my finger on.

I slipped a blanket over her body and watched her shiver slightly before falling back into gentle rest. "Harry..." she murmured, her dreams taking her places I wouldn't understand.

My smile wavered a bit before falling into a grim frown. I decided to leave her there for the night, so I snuck the romance novel inside my pocket and left for my room.

Once I arrived in my room, I plopped down on the bed and started flipping through the pages of 'A Lover's Tale Between Two Oblivions' and sneered in disgust. I have no idea how anyone could read this crap!

Just as I was about to change to page 590, an aged peace of parchment slipped out of the middle and settled itself on my bed. I eyed the parchment wearily, wondering whether or not I should go through Granger's personal belongings. Then again, I've already intruded into most of her life. What harm could it do by reading an old peace of paper?

I opened the parchment, ready to read a piece of Granger's diary or something. But the parchment was not at all what I expected it to be. In the middle of the parchment – written in old ink and fancy handwriting – was a date stated Year 1704.

I stared at the date with wide eyes. Year 1704? That was like, three hundred years ago, wasn't it? Shaking the impossible thought out of my head, I raised the parchment closer to the light of a candle and studied it closely. It wrote,

Year 1704,

If someone is reading this, then I am sure that he – or she – has figured out the power that they posses.

The power of Oblivion and the Full Moon Symbol.

Every thousand years, two people – a man and a woman – will be chosen to represent the meaning of good.

As different as they might seem to each other, they can only rely on their love between each other to defeat the evil that is too soon coming.

Each couple will be forced to uncover a prophecy (Which is well hidden in the depths of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry) and restore the maximum power they posses. All of this must be figured out together.

I have written this book to help the next Chosen Two against the great evil they will soon come across. Both Gregory and I (The present – or in your case past – two chosen people) were forced to uncover this secret without any help at all. Unfortunately, we uncovered it only a second before crisis so we were almost doomed to a dreadful ending.

You two (whoever you are) will hopefully be of more luck. I apologise dreadfully that I can't be of more help to you both. You see, the Chosen Two must uncover their mystery together and unlock their most powerful weapon together as well. However – although forbidden – I shall give you some advice. You two must train very hard in Oblivion! Do not use Oblivion for your own personal wishes. It is not always a place of safety and reassurance, so you must go together. Socialize with one another and free your mystical abilities. Do be careful however, your spells are not always useful and may backfire without assistance. Stubborn as your (Whichever) partner might seem, you must help him/her. I love Gregory, and though he doesn't wish to admit it much, he loves me too.

I wish you the best.

Sincerely,

Aliana Ross

My eyes widened even more as I stared at the written clearly on the bottom left corner of the aged parchment. I couldn't believe what I had just read. So the prophecy IS true... Granger and I are soul mates – destined to save the world together.

I rubbed my forehead in frustration. There has got to be a logical explanation for all this. Granger and I can't possibly fall in love with each other. Sure she is extremely beautiful... and she has the most gorgeous eyes I had ever seen... and I couldn't help but stare at her every time she passes by... But the whole possibility of us being soul mates sickens me! I would never fall in love with her – and she me.

I smashed my fist against the wall in fury. Where is this stupid prophecy? And why must I only know about it now?! I rubbed my aching fist, swearing at the whole bloody predicament I got messed up in.

I awoke the next morning with sunlight streaming down my face. All my pains and miseries had subsided into happiness and pure bliss.

A white light sprung from my fingers as I gently traced a scratchy outline of some sort of symbol. It was the symbol of a heart – glowing brightly with passion and peacefulness.

"I got something for you, Love," I murmured, a smile playing on my lips as I pictured the look on my lover's face once she saw what I made for her.

"What is it?" said a voice so angelic and mesmerising that I couldn't help but bless my luck for being with her.

"Here," I said. "Come see it..."

A pair of chocolate brown eyes appeared from beside the window – the streams of sunlight glowed all around her radiant form that I could not see her face.

I blew the heart symbol from my fingers and allowed it to float around the room.

"It's beautiful!" said the voice before. I could feel her happiness swell up inside me. I felt loved and connected.

"Yes," I said, my lips forming a smile. "I love you, Hermione..."

Hermione's eyes sparkled with joy. Her face emitted happiness beyond all happiness. "I love you too, Draco!" she said, her arms folding around my neck. Her skin felt warm against mine and I pulled her into a passionate embrace. For once, my life was complete... Hermione and I were one... together forever – I could've done anything for her. Our love spread across all fear, just as hope had in the end...

"Draco..." murmured Hermione. She looked into my eyes and our lips almost met. We were only inches apart, and our breath hit each of our faces. "Draco..."

"WAKE UP YOU BLOODY FERRET!!!"

My eyes snapped open the instant ice water hit me. "What the hell!" I shouted, realizing that I was drenching wet. "The f with you!!" I snapped my eyes upwards, letting a growl form itself from my shivering lips. "Granger..."

Granger's lips twisted into a smirk and her eyes glinted mischievously. The empty bucket she used to pour ice water over my head was tucked under her arm. "Come on, ferret from hell," she said. "It's 10.47 AM already."

"10.47?!" I repeated, starting to freak out immensely. "You mean, I MISSED CLASSES?!"

Granger smirk stayed ever so annoyingly on her lips. "Don't tell me THE Draco Malfoy doesn't miss classes!" she said, obviously finding my stressful behaviour humorous.

I glared at Granger. "It ISN'T funny!" I growled. "I missed class, damn it! My perfect record is ruined! I'll never be best student in Hogwarts now!"

This time it was Granger's turn to glare. "You never were best student in the first place, Malfoy," she said angrily. "I am."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah... whatever," I muttered. "But now that damn Ernie Macmillan will beat me to second place!"

Granger snorted. "Come on, Malfoy. McGonagall needs to see you," she said, flicking her wand above my head for the water to dry off. "She said something about missing detention."

I groaned, ducking my head under my pillows. "Ugh. I forgot all about it," I said, angrily scrunching my nose in an imitation of Pansy. "Stupid! Stupid!!"

Granger smirked, and raised the pillow from my head. "I'm glad you finally admitted the fact that you're stupid, Malfoy," she said, taunting me with her annoying smirk.

I groaned, pushed myself off the bed, shoved Granger out of my room, took a bath and walked quickly out towards the Transfiguration classroom – all in 18 minutes! Ooh... record!

"Professor, I'm here," I said, opening the door to the classroom. I looked around the deserted room – for some reason, it looked kind of spooky without anybody there.

"Mr. Malfoy, there you are," said McGonaggal, her animagus form of a cat suddenly transforming into an aged, wrinkled faced old woman. "May I enquire why you weren't here last night?"

Think, Malfoy, think. Hmmm. Why wasn't I here? Why wasn't I here?? I've got a brain – use it!! "Uh... crisis," I explained. "Some first year didn't flush the toilet bowl."

Uh-huh. How incredibly intelligent, Malfoy.

McGonaggal's lips tightened in irritation. "Of all the terrible excuses, Mr. Malfoy... this is the worst..." she said. "All right, Mr. Malfoy... for your detention I want you to clean up this classroom. I want it scrubbed, swept, dusted and washed clean by the time I get back."

I smirked. This will be a synch... just a few flicks of my wand and this place will be so clean you could eat off it. "No problem," I said.

McGonaggal's eyes narrowed. "And NO magic."

I groaned. Oh well, on the bright side, I don't have to do this with Weasley.

But just as I was thinking that, the door to the Transfiguration classroom creaked open and a freckly face popped through.

"Ahh... Mr. Weasley. You finally decided to join us," said McGonaggal. "Do you have a reason for missing detention last night?"

"Yeah, actually," said Weasley, his freckled face was red with embarrassment. "There was, uh, Quidditch practice... so

I was forced to join it. See, Harry – and you know how he is – he, uh, doesn't want us to lose the Quidditch Cup this year... and we, er, were forced to join...? Heh."

McGonaggal stared at him, certainly not believing a word he said. "I see," she said. "And why does Mr. Potter want to have his practice at night? As far as I know, being out of the Common Room at night is off-limits."

Weasley's face turned an even brighter shade of red.

"I thought so," said McGonaggal, giving Weasley an Excuses-Don't-Cut-Me-Off look. "Now, grab a sponge and start scrubbing the ground. And NO magic!"

Weasley and I gave a nod, picked up a sponge, and went straight to work.

A few minutes after McGonaggal had left, Weasley pulled out his wand and murmured, 'Scourgify' behind my back. I stopped scrubbing to knock the wand out of his hand.

"What the hell are you doing, Malfoy?" hissed Weasley, his eyes narrowed in anger.

"You're not allowed to use magic," I stated, giving him one of the dangerous glares I learned from Granger.

Weasley laughed bitterly, his face looked somewhat different than usual – crueller and darker. "Since when do ferrets follow the rules, Malfoy?" he said, his lips twisted into a nasty smirk and his voice came out as a drawl.

"Since I became Head Boy, that's when," I hissed, pointing my wand under his chin. "Tell me, Weasel... since when did you become the school's new bad boy, hmm? That was supposed to be my reputation."

Weasley sneered – something I was supposed to do. "Since now, I suppose," he drawled lazily as he carefully pushed my wand away from his chin. Once he was sure he was safe from my wand, he pulled his own wand out and held it defensively in front of his chest. "Tell me, ferret," he drawled. "How's Hermione nowadays?"

I stared at him, careful not to keep my guard down. My wand pointed directly to where his wand did – at each other's chests. "She's fine..." I muttered, still in defensive mode. "Why did you ask?"

Weasley shrugged carelessly. "No reason," he said. "I merely thought that since you two were so close with each other, maybe you'd know."

"CLOSE!" I repeated, eyes wide in horror and complete shock. "Where the hell did you get that idea from?"

Weasley laughed – a bitter, dark laugh that sounded oddly unlike him. "The whole school knows about it, lover boy," he said, stretching his last two words so I would wince. "You two make quite a couple now that I think about it."

I blushed and stared down at my expensive Italian boots – I kept my guard down.

"FLIPPINDO!" shouted Weasley, his arm outstretched and his wand pointing straight at me.

An orange flash burst out of the tip of his wand – it whizzed in a zigzag motion, heading straight at me. The spell hit me square on the chest – knocking me backwards into a heavy bookshelf.

"Ugh..." I groaned, trying to flip back on my back. "Uh-oh..." I muttered staring wide eyed at the thick leather-bound books that were threatening to fall over my head and crack open my skull. The books wobbled about on their shelves a bit, and fortunately for me, it didn't fall. I heaved a sigh of relief.

Weasley looked disappointed that luck was on my side, but brightened up again when he realized how much power he possessed in his left hand (He was holding his wand in his left hand). "Say goodnight, Malfoy," he said, grinning evilly.

I held my breath, and before I could let the words 'Goodnight' escape from my mouth, Weasley's voice said loudly, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

The books floated above my head for a bit.

I closed my eyes and waited for the dreadful crash. "Goodnight..." I muttered – the second before Weasley re-flicked his wand and put gravity back into the books.

CRASH!!!

I hope this was an exciting enough chapter for you. Bet you never expected that, huh? Okay, maybe you did. I'm kind of getting sick of Draco/Hermione pairings (Gasp!). The story lines are all the same. I've been discussing this with my pal, Melissa, and I finally realized the obvious truth. All stories, lead to happy endings. But will mine??

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