Hermione and Malfoy sat on there beds, looking grudgingly across the room at each other. Hermione felt like a world class hypocrite, as she had said to the boys that they're hatred for Malfoy was childish, and still she herself held a grudge for his behavior as a school boy.

"I never thought I'd be sharing a room with a mudblood…if my father were alive…"Malfoy said under his breath.

"Really, Malfoy, you're always saying what would happen if your father were here! Can't you do anything on your own? And I was wrong about you, I thought maybe you had changed, since you've been to heaven and back again, but 3 hours back from the place and you're already acting like an idiot again. What does it matter to you what's in my blood? I'm a better witch than you'll ever be!" Hermione exploded at him.

"I see you've been hiding some pent up feelings, Granger…are you going to hit me now?" He asked, daring her.

"Why don't you just call me Hermione?" she asked him

"You call me Malfoy! Did it ever occur to you that that's not my first name?"

"I'm sorry, Draco," Said Hermione.

"Don't call me Draco."

And that was the end of their conversation. A few hours later Hermione went downstairs to have a bite to eat with her friends. Draco stayed behind, saying that he wasn't hungry. After that they all went to bed.

Hermione lay awake for hours thinking about what she had done. She thought about everything possible…she wondered what the catch might be. She knew that nothing came for free. She wondered if there was something wrong with them, something that they had all left behind before returning. She wondered if there would be any negative repercussions. She was just drifting off to sleep when she heard Draco Malfoy's familiar voice, except the tone was one that was completely unexpected. Instead of sounding smooth and cruel, he sounded thoughtful, and perhaps even a bit confused.

"What exactly did you wish for again?"

"For another chance…at living my life," Hermione answered him.

"So why didn't everything just go back in time instead of us being…reborn or something?"

"I'm not sure. It does seem more likely that I would have traveled back in time and no one else would ever notice, since I have done that before…" Hermione said.

"Wow, cant you do anything the first time around?" Draco said with a chuckle.

"Ha ha ha," Hermione said in mock laughter.

"And how could that stupid old man possibly be alive! Nobody would have been surprised if he had kicked the bucket before we were born for the first time, and now we're back for a second bite at the apple and he's still alive and well. He should have been pushing up the daisies years ago." Draco said, speaking of Dumbledore.

"Come to think, I'm not sure how he's still alive…he certainly should be dead by now. It's almost as if…" She trailed off.

"As if by magic?" Draco finished for her.

"Yes, actually, I would have said that it just sounded stupid, us living in the magical world and all," Hermione explained, sounding a bit embarrassed.

"You're right, that is stupid."

Hermione was astounded. All these years Malfoy had fooled everyone into thinking he was a poor conversationalist, but this had been lovely. Hermione knew he was still the same person who hated her for her blood, hated her best friends for there nobility. She knew he hated what was right. But still, she couldn't help having more respect for him than she had had before.

They lay there in silence for what seemed like hours, until both were sure that the other was asleep. Every once and a while one of them would open their mouths to say something but think the better of it, until it was very, very late and Draco plucked up the courage to ask his final question, the one that he had been wanting to ask all along.

He took a deep breath before diving in, "Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"Why did you bring me back, too?"