Disclaimer: I don't own the characters just the plot.

A/N: I'm sorry that I made a lot of you mad with the last chapter, I didn't mean to, and this chapter will hopefully make you a little happier. Also, for you who don't know how Draco lost his memory, you have to go back to chapter 16 when he was having the nightmare, when Hermione tries to wake him up, he hits his head on the floor, I know that that was probably the most subtle way to do that, and I thought that at least one of you would have remembered that. If you haven't realized it yet, I have A LOT of foreshadowing in my story.

Also, I know that Eros in Greek Mythology is a boy, but for my uses, she is a girl, I like it better as a girls name anyway.

Enjoy!

Chapter 18

Love and The Future

When Hermione got back to the common room, Harry was sitting on the couch.

"Hermione, you have a lot of things to explain to me," he said as she walked in.

"I know Harry. I have a lot, and it's going to take a while."

Hermione sat down and started from the beginning with Harry. Telling him everything, about the dreams, the showers, the kisses, the way she felt about Draco, what Ron had done to her. She explained everything to him, except she didn't tell him why she was sick. He would have to find that out later.

"Hermione, I never knew that Ron would do something like that," Harry said sympathetically.

"Me neither, Harry, but he did."

"I mean, why would he do it?"

"I don't know, I just think that he was jealous of Draco, but now that Draco is back to being an ass, it doesn't much matter anymore, eh?"

"Yeah, I'm so sorry Hermione."

"Why does everyone keep saying that? I only want an apology from one person, and he is the only person that I haven't got it from yet," Hermione said angrily.

"Hermione…I…" But Harry just hugged her, trying to make her feel any better than she felt at the moment.

Hermione just hugged him back, knowing that there was at least one person there for her in this world.

Hermione was doing her homework when professor McGonagall came in the common room.

"Miss Granger, you need to follow me."

"Yes ma'am," Hermione said as she followed McGonagall out of the common room and towards the hospital wing.

When she got in there, she saw Draco sitting on one of the beds with his head in his hands, he was muttering to himself.

Hermione walked in and cleared her throat. This seemed to snap Draco out of his trance; he lifted his head up and looked at Hermione. Hermione looked into his eyes and knew that he was back. McGonagall left the two alone to talk.

"Hermione, I just…blacked out or something. I was talking to you about something, and I didn't understand, like I lost my memory or something. I couldn't remember anything that you were talking about, but I knew I did at the same time. Then when you said that I went after you and I tripped and I love you too," he rambled.

Hermione didn't know what to say. Her insides exploded with happiness at what she had just heard. She smiled at him and then planted her lips on his, wrapping her arms around his neck. Draco pulled her off the ground and leaned back, so that Hermione was lying on top of him.

"Draco, I…" But he had kissed her again, he was never going to let her go, she was his.

Hermione never felt more comfortable than falling asleep next to him again. She could definitely get used to this.

Hermione had a dream again that night. Her old nightmare, which was now very much a possibility for the future:

Hermione was standing in her kitchen. She was next to the oven in a yellow cotton nightdress. She was cooking breakfast.

It was the first day of school, and her younger two kids were starting this year. Her older son had started two years before.

"Eros, come down here, your scrambled eggs are ready," she called to her daughter.

A brown haired girl ran down the stairs. "Coming mum," she screamed as she ran into the kitchen. She stood about 5 feet tall. 11 years old, almost a mirror image of her mother, though her hair was strait, and her eyes were from her father.

"Calm down and sit down, we have to be at King's Cross in an hour."

"Okay, I'm ready, I have everything packed."

"That's my girl."

Hermione gave Eros her food and then went back to work, making her son's omelet.

"Hephaestus, come down here. You're food is getting cold." A rather ugly looking boy walked slowly into the kitchen, he had dark red hair. He was a third year, he was not well liked. He had an aura of pain about him, like he wanted to kill himself all the time. Even his siblings did not like him much, for he was not really part of their family, and they knew it, without even being told.

"Good Morning," he said in a monotonous voice that annoyed Eros. She didn't like Hephaestus. She got along marvelously with her other brother though. They were both devilish by nature, especially to Hephaestus.

"You two eat quickly. Hephaestus, did you get your stuff together?"

"Yes mum, but our dear brother is still sleeping. Something about beauty rest."

"Fine, he'll just have to miss the train. He knows that we are supposed to leave soon," Hermione said as she finished the omelet. "And where is your father?" she asked.

"Father is already packing my stuff in the car," Eros said happily.

"That's good," Hermione smiled. "ARES, COME DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" she yelled. Soon another child walked into the kitchen, and took a seat at the table. He had a smirk on his face.

"What did you do now, Ares?" Hermione asked at the look on her son's face.

"Nothing mum," he replied, lifting his head up so that his platinum locks fell over his crystal gray eyes.

"Well. Do you have your stuff packed, we have to leave soon," Hermione said as she put a plate in front of her son.

"Yes mum, I did it last night so that I could sleep in this morning," he said, smiling as he ate a bite of his omelet.

Hermione woke up in the arms of her husband. She then realized that he wasn't her husband. They were still in their seventh year. They didn't have three kids; they didn't live at Malfoy Manor. They were still teenagers.

She opened her eyes and looked into Draco's face. Then she heard him take in a deep breath.

"I know you're awake, silly," Hermione said.

"I'm not awake," Draco said with a smile but keeping his eyes closed.

"I had a dream," Hermione said.

"Really, and what was it about?" he asked while opening his eyes.

"Us." Then Hermione realized who the rather ugly child was, it was the spawn in her at the very moment. It was she and Ron's child, the one that she would have, for she knew now that she had to have the child.

"What about us?" Draco asked her with a smile.

"Well, actually, I didn't see you in the dream. But Ares looks exactly like you," she said softly.

"And who is Ares?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Our son," Hermione said with a smile

"You know something about your dreams, don't you?" he asked of her, remembering that Dumbledore had told her something.

"Yes," she said happily

"And that is?"

"Dumbledore thinks that they tell the future," she said softly, before kissing Draco.

"Really? Well, tell me about this so called future then," Draco smiled at her.

"Well, we have three kids," she started. "Well, I have three kids…"

"I understand. And the other two?"

"They are beautiful. Eros and Ares are twins. Eros looks like me, but she has your eyes. And Ares looks exactly like you—"

Draco cut her off though. "Sounds good to me," he said lazily as he gave Hermione a kiss, "I want to go back to sleep now."

"You are so lazy."

"I know. But I still have a horrible headache."

"Oh, poor baby," Hermione said sarcastically, before getting up, but Draco held her down.

"Don't leave," he pleaded.

"Fine," she said, giving herself up to his muscular arms, and lying back down, snuggling her head into his chest. "I love you," she said softly to his chest.

"I love you, too," he said, burying his face in her hair.

A/N: Ok, so I know I was going to wait until Friday to update this chapter, but you all are getting so angry with me that I decided to update it now. I love you all. Thanks for reading my story, and I will have the next chapter up soon. This is not the end. Even though it may seem like it. I have written more than 20 chapters of this story. It will be longer.