Hermione gasped. It was the on Saturday, because Hermione was in the middle of the Great Hall, clutching Draco's sleeve and she heard Dumbledore mutter something about the day of the week.

Draco raised his eyebrows at her and she quickly let go, going a little red.

Hermione could hear Draco talking to Crabbe and Goyle.

"Yeah, I'm just going somewhere, don't worry about me..." said Draco to his friends.

"But the Quidditch Game is starting this afternoon!" exclaimed Crabbe.

Hermione gasped. Back in their time it was nearing Saturday, so this had to be a few days in the future.

"So what?" said Malfoy irritably. "I'll be there one time! Now leave! I'm going outside!"

Hermione smirked and muttered to the Malfoy next to her "I didn't know you were so demanding."

Malfoy looked smug.

They both followed the tall pale figure of Malfoy walk out of the Great Hall into the fields with his broom. He took out a cigarette and lightened it with his wand.

Hermione gave him a disgusted look.

"Ugh! My dad does the same thing!" she said, annoyed.

"Yea, so?" said Malfoy next to her. "It's a habit, you don't understand."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

The figure of Malfoy dropped the cigarette, smashed it with his foot, and kicked off with his broom.

Hermione watched him with her mouth open as Malfoy gracefully flew.

He wasn't as good as Harry, but he was pretty good.

Malfoy watched her and smirked.

"Impressed Granger?" said Malfoy smugly.

Hermione blushed instantly and closed her mouth. "You're impossible!"

Malfoy rolled his eyes. "You can't even admit you were staring at me."

Just then Hermione watched as her figure was rushing out of Hagrid's house. She took the rock cake Hagrid gave her, gave a backward glance, and smashed it with her foot. She looked guilty for even doing it.

Malfoy let out his low, musical laugh. "Granger, I didn't know you were so bad!"

Hermione scowled.

For some strange reason, Malfoy was staring at her from his broom, which caused him to crash.

Hermione laughed this time. "Now who's staring at who?"

Malfoy was getting paler.

The pensieve Hermione was rushing over to the pensieve Malfoy.

"Are you okay Malfoy?" she said worriedly.

Malfoy winced. "I don't need your help Granger!"

The pensieve Hermione glared. "Fine, I'm leaving. Wait for Pansy to come get you."

Malfoy's eyes widened for a minute.

"No wait!" he said, grabbing her wrist.

Hermione smiled a very smug smile.

"Okay Malfoy, we need to get you up to the castle. Unfortunately I don't know the spells Dumbledore does, the spell to carry someone through the air. So you'll have to hold on to my shoulder," said Hermione anxiously.

Malfoy looked like he really didn't care.

"Okay, just get me up to Madam Promfrey. Please," he begged. Hermione stared at him. This was the first time Malfoy begged to her and she was liking it.

"Well you said the magic word, so get up," she said, pulling him up like a drunk man, "I need cooperation!"

Hermione ended up having to carry Malfoy, who weighed more than her, like a drunken man, and Malfoy who was getting paler and wincing in pain.

They finally, somehow miraculously, made it to the infirmary, with Malfoy and Hermione following the memory.

Just then Hermione realized something. This was a joint memory. They joined to memories together, in his and her account.

"What happened?" said Madam Promfrey.

"Um, he fell off his broom," said Hermione timidly.

The Healer looked at her slightly suspiciously when Draco nodded that it was true.

"You may leave now Hermione," said Madam Promfrey, a little sternly.

Hermione nodded at she left his bedside table.

Draco stared after her. "Thanks for helping me, Granger," he called after her.

Hermione nodded and offered a small smile. She had no idea that that caused both present day and memory Malfoy's heart beat to quicken.

As Hermione shut the door behind her she said, "shit, I think I'm falling for him."

The present day Hermione gasped as Draco looked at her with disbelief.

But what was really weird was when it came back to Draco and he said "wow, she's so beautiful. I think I'm falling for her. What the hell will Father say if that ever happens?"

He shivered and fell to sleep as everything darkened. The memory was over.

Draco was speechless. "Do you know how to get out of here?"

"No," said Hermione, panicking.

"Well I do," said Malfoy, grabbing her wrists.

They were back where Draco and Hermione were watching them.

Granger and Malfoy stared as Draco said, "...and that's the first time I fell in love with her," he said, with an affectionate stare at his wife. Hermione blushed.

Granger blushed too. But Granger also thought...its so surprising that he can still make me blush...