Ok, I am sincerely sorry that I haven't updated in so long. But I have been working on pieces that I made in my creative writing class, not to mention basketball practice. Other than that, I have no excuses. Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Also remember :

Granger: The present Hermione.

Hermione: The future Hermione.

Malfoy: The present Draco.

Draco: The future Draco.

I know that may be sort of confusing but there was no other way to write it ;-)

OOO

Granger stared at him. "Malfoy, you never gave me a reason to like you. Why would you ask me that?"

Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "Good. Then if you don't like me, and I don't like you, then how in the name of hell do we ever get married?"

Granger leaned back in her chair. "That," she said, looking up at him. "Is something I will never understand myself. Now instead of moping around and wondering about things that we may never figure out, why can't we just get out of here!"

Malfoy stared at Granger as if he was fearing for her sanity. "What are you talking about ? Leave here? Leave here and never figure out why we ever got married..why anything!" said Malfoy, furiously.

Granger stared at Malfoy.

Malfoy continued.

"Granger, think! You were supposed to be the smart one! If we figure out exactly what happened that - er - got us together, then we would prevent it!"

Granger looked as if she was considering this. Than she said something to Malfoy that you would never think Granger would say.

"Malfoy, you're brilliant!"

OOO

When Malfoy and Granger came walking back into the dining area, Draco, Hermione, and their kids were looking apprehensive.

"Well, I was just telling the kids the great news," said Draco, breaking the awkward silence, and addressing Granger and Malfoy.

"What?" drawled Malfoy, sounding a bit bored.

"Father and Mother are coming over..well Lucius and Narcissa," said Draco.

Granger raised and eyebrow and Malfoy looked thrilled.

"They are?" said Malfoy. If they were to come over, then he would finally get answers. If anything, his father would help him out of this..madness. Unless he was a psycho now too, but Malfoy seriously doubted that, because Lucius would always be himself, no matter how far into the future it is.

"That was rhetorical," offered Granger quickly before Draco could answer.

Hermione and Draco exchanged amused looks. Malfoy looked astounded himself. Granger was speaking for Malfoy? Granger looked confused at everyone's reaction, but then, as if just realizing what she just done, she blushed.

"Ok then," said Draco, turning back to his dinner.

Malfoy was staring at Granger. Not a look full of hatred, the look she would normally be on the recieving end of, just a look of curiosity. As if Malfoy wanted to know what was going on in Granger's head, and know more about her. However, Hermione was paying no attention. She seemed currently fascinated with Draco.

That seems to be the person Malfoy becomes. I still can't believe it. I almost don't want to find out how to prevent fate.

Are you...growing attracted to Malfoy, then?

Don't put words in my mouth.. I never said I suddenly fancy him..

Well you almost don't want to , ah, prevent fate.

So? Maybe I like the new Malfoy better.

Doesn't matter. They're both Malfoys.

No, the Malfoy of the future is more considerate...

The present Malfoy is too, if you allow him to.

What? He's the one that starts with me! Why should I allow him to?

Both of you's act the same.

Ok , I don't even want to battle with you. Just go somewhere..else.

Why? Because you know I'm right...

"Hermione!" said a faraway voice. "Hermione, are you alright?"

"Huh?' said Granger, looking up. Granger met the eyes of Draco. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Hmmm.. I never actually realized how deep his eyes were..like gray oceans. And his hair... always has that illusion of moonlight shining onto it..

"Okay, then. You seem very preoccupied," said Draco, rasing an eyebrow. From the other side of the room, Malfoy looked curious at what was going on between Granger and his older self.

"Well..I'm okay. I'm just..thinking about stuff," said Granger, coming back to Earth.

"You miss Potter and Weasley?" said Draco, with a hint of a Malfoy sneer. Hermione was surprised to find that she didn't mind the Malfoy sneer all that much..on this future Malfoy.

"You sound like him now," said Granger, gesturing toward Malfoy, who was in a far corner, looking out of a window.

"Still am him, my dear," said Draco, leaning back into his chair.

For some reason, this gesture made Granger blush.

Just then Malfoy came out of his reverie and made his way toward them.

"I'm going to bed, Granger. Are you -" started Malfoy. Then Malfoy stopped to realize what he was saying. Did he actually care whether Granger was going to come to bed or not?

Granger was eyeing him suspiciously too, while Draco was smirking.

"Mr. Malfoy, where will we be sleeping then?" said Granger, unsure of how to address Draco.

"My wife will find a place for you. Well, I'm not sure if the beds would be separated..."

"What?" exclaimed both Malfoy and Granger at the same time.

"Oh, well never mind," said Draco, now looking quite uncomfortable.

"Remember, Granger, if we have to share a bed, you'll be sleeping on the floor, where you belong," whispered Malfoy in Granger's ear. His tone of voice was almost seductive, subtracting the words that he just said.

"That's ridiculous, Malfoy, I wouldn't be on the floor," said Granger angrily. "You'll be, and I'll make sure of that."

"Oh, I'm so scared," said Malfoy sarcastically.

None of them realized how much they sounded like children, but Draco didn't say anything. He was amused while watching them fight.

"Well, I'll be going to bed," repeated Malfoy.

"I'll just accompany you then, " said Granger, sounding a bit nervous.

"Why would I want you to come with me?" said Malfoy, with an eyebrow raised.

"Well, if you were to tell me that you were going to bed in the first place.." started Granger.

"So?"

"Malfoy, do you realize how childish you sound right now?" said Granger exasperatedly.

Malfoy ignored her and started towards the steps.

Granger turned back to Draco. "I better be going then.."

"Go on," said Draco, still smirking. Granger nodded.

"Goodnight," called Draco after her. For some reason, the little things, like even saying goodnight to her, made Granger feel jittery, but pleasantly so.

"Goodnight," answered Granger.

OOO

Malfoy was confused. Why was Granger so interested in talking to his future self? He was suspicious. But maybe..maybe Granger was..say..in love with his future self. As weird as the thought was, anything was possible.

But..he couldn't understand it. Why would Granger be attracted to a forty year old version of himself?

He had no proof anyway..that she did. Not like he cared.

As he was trudging up the stairs, he heard someone coming up after him.

"Wait!" said Granger from behind him. Malfoy sighed. Great, now she was following him.

"Why should I?" said Malfoy maliciously.

"Because I'll get lost in here!" said Granger breathlessly. "I don't know this house..as well as you do."

"Alright, whatever, but I'm giving you nine seconds," said Malfoy impatiently.

Granger paused and looked at him curiously.

"Why nine?"

"Oh, just get up here!" growled Malfoy.

"Ok, but these steps are really, really long!" complained Granger. "Why would your father want the second floor to be so high up?"

"Don't ask me, ask him when he comes over tomorrow," said Malfoy, relishing the look of horror on Granger's face. He knew she didn't want to be reminded of that.

"Nine," started Malfoy.

Granger ran faster, but shot him a glare.

"Eight," said Malfoy, counting down the numbers from his long slender fingers.

"Seven," drawled Malfoy, bored.

"Arrrghh!" said Granger angrily.

"Six," said Malfoy, smirking at Granger's frantic state.

"Five."

"Four."

"Three..."

"I'm here!" exclaimed Granger. "Right here!"

"Whatever, lets just go," said Malfoy heartlessly.

For some reason, Granger truly wished Malfoy was the least bit nicer to her. If he was just more..considerate, then she probably wouldn't mind marrying him. But since he was such a crude and heartless bastard, she was desperate to find out what happened that got them married.

But the real mystery was how he ended up his future self.

Malfoy finally finished walking up the steps, with Granger behind him.

Malfoy looked into the first room. He was unsure of what to call her. Mrs. Malfoy? Granger? Hermione?

Granger, reading his mind, said : "just call her Mrs. Malfoy."

Malfoy shot her a look as if to say "over my dead body would I ever call you - and I don't care what kind of you - 'Mrs. Malfoy.'"

Granger read the look that he just send her too, and sighed, exasperated.

"Malfoy, what do you expect to call her then, eh?" hissed Granger.

"Whatever. Mrs. Malfoy!" he called through the hallways.

"Over here, dear!" said Hermione, from the master bedroom.

Malfoy trudged in with Granger behind him, looking apprehensive.

Malfoy and Granger looked around the room. Malfoy was surprised to see that it looked just like his parent's bedroom at his point in time.. Green drapes, green carpet, a glorious window with the view of the Malfoy grounds.

Hermione seemed awed. She was glancing around at everything, picking up little trinkets that were on the dresser, and staring outside at the Malfoy grounds through the window.

"Wow, this room is ..beautiful," said Granger to her older self.

Hermione smiled. "Isn't it? I absolutely adored it the first time Draco showed it to me..."

Granger had to stop to think about this for a while. Since everything that her and Malfoy were doing right now, was in Hermione and Draco's memories, then that meant they were affecting the future with every little thing that they did. So what she just said could have meant that it was now... and technically Malfoy did show it to her.

Hermione winked at Granger when Granger came out of her thoughts, as if Hermione knew what she was thinking. Well she was bound to know what she was thinking, right? It was her after all.

"Where do we sleep?" said Malfoy, looking around at the bedroom himself.

Hermione took a deep breath. They were both going to explode when they found out.

"Well..." Hermione hesitated. "Malfoy, lead her to room number three."

Malfoy gasped. "What?"

Granger looked confused. "Room number three?"

"Room number three only has one bed," growled Malfoy. "You're telling me there is no other solution?"

"Well the children take up the one - person beds. Sorry, but you'll have to deal with it until we find a better solution," said Hermione, shrugging her shoulders.

Malfoy looked shocked. Hermione looked almost...amused.

"I'm not sharing a bed with a Mudblood," said Malfoy with finalty.

This got both Granger and Hermione angry.

"Then you could leave," said Hermione, crossing her arms. Granger raised an eyebrow.

"It's not like I'm begging to share a bed with you," said Granger, turning away. "You could sleep on the floor."

"No way!" said Malfoy, grabbing Granger by the wrist as Granger turned to find Room Number Two. "This is my parents house."

"And your parents gave it to us," said Hermione, becoming irritated with Malfoy. "I forgot how much of a prat you were when you were younger," she added as an afterthought.

"Fine. But just this one night," said Malfoy, glaring at Hermione.

"Off you go," said Hermione, slightly more cheerful. Both Granger and Malfoy looked like they were ready to kill.

(Author's Note: And I will end my chapter here. Hope you enjoyed this..but if you didn't like it, it gets better, trust me. The next chapter will be just as long as this. I got into the habit of writing longer chapters.)