CHAPTER 3:

"Harry?" Hermione questioned, she could hardly believe her eyes.

"That's me. Long time no see, eh?" Harry replied starring at her.

"Well after what happened in the seventh grade I didn't want or except to see you again. That's why I moved here. The last place I though I would find you. Why are you here?" Hermione asked still in shock.

"Why don't you practice magic anymore?" Harry asked, changing the subject completely.

"After what happened, I vowed never to practice magic again."

"That is too bad you were a good witch. So was that your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, what's it to you?"

"Still the ol' feisty Hermione. Nothing has changed." Harry said giving her a sly smile.

"What do you want?" Hermione snapped. Harry was the last person she wanted to see.

"We need to talk about what happened, when we were in the seventh grade"

"No, that is something we defiantly don't need to talk about"

"Actually I think we do"

"No we don't. I saw it with my own eyes. I remember every detail of that night; it's all still vivid in my mind. I saw what you did and nothing is going to change that." Hermione said with a raised tone in her voice.

"You still don't forgive me do you?"

"FORGIVE YOU! HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO FORGIVE YOU?" Hermione yelled.

"Calm down, your creating a scene" Harry replied calmly.

"Don't tell me to calm down…"

"Ok. Sorry, look about that night…"

"Harry I know what I saw. You pulled Draco in front of you, to protect yourself from Voldemort's beam. Draco was as innocent as the rest of us, and you used him to save yourself. No one has a right to do that," Hermione said with a lump in her throat.

"Hermione…Draco was as good as dead, but…"

"That's bull shit and you know it. Yes he was severely injured and that was because he saved me. He jumped in front of me when Voldemort went to attack me. He saved my life and he could still be alive today, if it wasn't for you." Tears streamed down from Hermione's eyes. She still wasn't over it even though it had happened all those years ago.

"Hermione, I have to tell you something…" Harry started, and he put his arm around her shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" Hermione yelled throwing his arm off her.

"Look…I…" Harry stuttered.

"You didn't see him die. I saw everything. I saw the look on his face. I saw what happened to his body when the beam hit him and you didn't see the look Draco gave me as he took his last breath." It was hard for Hermione to speak as she had huge lump in her throat and countless tears streaming down her eyes. Harry was silent. He was lost for words.

"I didn't think. It was a reaction. I didn't purposely want him to die. But I…"

"Look it doesn't matter now. Your coward and this convocation is closed. And I never want to talk to you again." Before Harry could say another thing, Hermione got up and ran through the park, back to the café.

Harry stood up and kicked the seat in anger and frustration. He hadn't got to say what he had come to talk about. He walked to a tree and punched that and gave a cry of frustration. The past was coming back to haunt him. He sat on the seat and sighed, he put his head in his hands and tried to stay calm. He was interrupted by a voice.

"Did you tell her?" Harry looked up startled.

"Oh Draco its you."

"Of course its me. Who else would it be! So did you tell her?" Asked Draco getting impatient.

"No I didn't tell her" answered Harry with a sigh "I was too busy trying to explain myself. Whenever I was going to tell her, she cut in. She hates me and practically said I was a bastard"

"Wow, she called you that?" Draco asked amazed.

"No, but she thinks it"

"Well I think you are too. I mean after throwing me in front of you…"

"Yeah but this is also the same bastard that knew you weren't really dead when everyone else though you were and I knew what to do, and saved your life. This is also the same bastard that recognized the type of beam that you were being hit with so I knew it was safe to pull you in front it cause I knew how to get you out of it. This happens to be the same bastard that knew that I couldn't get hit with the beam cause no one knew the remedy and I would have died cause the beam stops your breathing by not your heart. This is the same bastard…"

"Alright, alright! I'm sorry"

"Yeah so you should be" Harry stood up and shoved Draco. Draco knew he could knock Harry unconscious as he had become very muscular with quite some power in his body. Draco knew this was no time to start a fight, so decided to play it cool.

"Don't shove me Harry. This is no time to fight but I was thinking maybe I should go up to her and tell her everything. I am a better speaker then you."

"No way! Hermione is still in shock and I don't think has gotten over it yet. If she saw you I don't know how she would react. Give me another chance to tell her, then you can come to see her and stuff."

"Ok one more chance. Look we have to tell her sometime. We are all in serious danger at the moment cause of Voldemort's return. None of us is safe"

"Don't you think I know that? But Hermione thinks Voldemort is dead. I mean we all thought that. She doesn't know that he has risen from the grave." Harry said, looking deep into Draco's eyes. Draco shifted his weight around from one foot to the other, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Ok, if you don't tell her next chance you get, I will. I promise you that." Draco replied.

"Fine. Now lets go and find some where to stay for the night." Harry suggested. Draco agreed and both Harry and Draco started walking down the path and left the park.

A/N: Ok well that's where I decided to go with the story. I hope I haven't disappointed any of you. Please tell me what you think of it so far. I think I know where I will go with this story, don't know for sure though. It may need more thought. Though I am open to any suggestions.

Happy reading, and thanks for all the reviews so far!