A/N: Enjoy!

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It was almost too easy. I shouldn't have drank anything that had Ginny written all over it. Especially with the knowledge she had. Especially with the fact I knew full well that Ginvera Weasel loved to meddle and experiment. She was related to Fred and George for Merlin's sake! I seemed to be falling in the air and eventually smacked into some kind of stone floor.

ow...

Ow...

OW...!

I blinked, wait I knew this floor. I knew this shade of gray, it was the platform on the front stairs at Hogwarts! Rubbing my side that was slammed into the pavement I carefully brought myself up to a standing position. What was I doing at Hogwarts? Not that I wasn't thrilled to see it, don't get me wrong, I always came back to do a seminar about career planning, another session about how to achieve academic success, and last but not least a session about equality with a subsection about house elf treatment. I looked up and expected to see a deserted castle since it was summer but I was shocked to see..well me. Only I was tiny, about five inches shorter than I am now, with much more bushier hair. Did it really look like that then? It immediately dawned on me that it was the first year I came to Hogwarts. I started to recongize everyone, Neville, Luna, and even Goyle. Everyone ignored the directions given to them while they talked about what was going to happen. I laughed at how nervous I looked. My eleven year old self was talking to herself a mile a minute.

"Don't worry, you do splendid." I said to her.

'They can't hear you, sorry to say." a female voice said behind me. I must've jumped five feet in surprise. Turning around to look at her she looked no older than I was. Strangely enough I noticed some of our features were similiar.

"Who are you?" I asked. She smiled kindly.

"You'll find out soon. Do you know why you're here?" she asked. I shook my head no, still in shock. "You have questions Hermione and you'll find the answers you seek here." I looked at her puzzled.

"How do you know my name? How can me seeing myself as I was when I was eleven help?" I asked. The girl nodded to something behind me, seemingly ignoring my two previous questions. I turned to see Draco, age eleven with a bad hair cut might I add, to my eleven year self's right.

"Okay...why does this matter?" I still wasn't piecing things together. Usually a mystery like this would've only taken seconds for me to figure out but I had no idea what this puzzle was.

"Look at who he is looking at" she answered. I gave her an odd look but did as she said. She was correct he was watching something intensely and as I followed his eye line I realized he was looking at me. My talking to myself must've distracted me from this obvious display of attention.

"Why is he looking at me?" I asked when I was too scared to ask my real question: Did Malfoy have a crush on me then?

"Yes Draco liked you." she answered seemingly reading my mind. I shivered. "He couldn't understand why or explain why, he was eleven after all. He felt a pull to you though." the girl explained.

"Bet that was before he knew I was muggle born." I muttered as I watched Malfoy approach Harry and Ron in what looked like a near confrontation. The girl looked unfazed but more amused than anything else.

"Now look to your right." I turned to see the scene had changed completely. It was third year and I saw my thirteen year old self punch Malfoy in the face. Ouch. Although from my angle it did look like I had mad punch skills. While he ran away with Crabbe and Goyle the girl said,

"The was the moment he fell in love with you." My jaw dropped for the second time in one day.

"I assault him and he falls in love with me?" I asked in disbelief.

"Oh he tried not to. Second year to him was about convincing himself that you were nothing but a mudblood. A little fling of a crush that would pass once a more suitable candidate came along. He kept reminding himself that you weren't good enough for him. Why else do you think he was always on your case about being a muggle born? Why do you think he was always so cruel to you?" I nodded, she was right, it made sense. Boys often did terrorize their crushes."But the minute you punched him, you knocked some sense into him. Literally. Not mention a fury of confusion also." She sighed. "Not his best hair moment I will admit..."

"Confusion?" I asked.

"Of course, the problem being he was in love with you. You were a muggle born and he was a pureblood. There was no way he could advance on his feelings. His father would've never allowed it. He always taught Draco to hate you, to be better than you."

"But his father died a couple months ago..."

"Key words: Months ago. We're in the past not present right now, think back in the past. Stop getting too far ahead of the story." The girl said. "Draco was then torn between hating and loving you. Hating you because you had a fire about yourself that he could never get away from. You were a light and he was the moth attracted to it. Also he hated you because you would always beat him at almost everything. Lucius as you can guess wasn't too happy about that." I nodded. " But he did love you because you were so smart and that you would stand up for what you believed in and that you would have the nerve to punch a Malfoy." I smiled.

"I guess that doesn't happen too often does it?" The girl laughed. "But if he loved me, then why was he so mean to me? He was border line excessive."

"Yes he tormented you. Cruel, yes. But would you have noticed him if he didn't? Yes he would've been your rival for the top scores, but you might've thought about him for maybe only a second, possibly never. Only whenever an important exam or test would happen. So he figured, better to always be in your mind even if it was for something cruel that he had said than for you to have never thought of him at all." She paused. I was truly shocked, Malfoy had felt this way... I just felt so sad, that he had to keep it a secret and how his logic was so twisted because of that fact.

The scene switched to fourth year and I found myself in the Yule Ball. I knew the scene by heart. Victor offered his arm and I took it while he escorted me into the dance. Instead of staring at the main scene I knew to look for Malfoy. He was speechless and he looked at me with a look of awe. Now it all fit together.

"He tried to confess his love to you just as seventh year was ending but then he learned of his arranged marriage." The scene switched to the last day of school when everyone hugged their friends goodbye at the Hogwarts platform. Malfoy had a look of determination and was making a bee line for me but when Harry and Ron showed up to hug me he gave up. He turned around and

"To Meg." I said softly.

"She was a lot like you. Smart, pretty, talented. He thought that maybe Meg would be everything you were only with pureblood in her veins. He tried to let you go, he was getting married to a good girl who was everything he wanted and his family adored her. But he merely just put you away in the back of his mind. Meg had all of your qualities but it still wasn't you. He did love Meg, yet his love for her was only a fraction of how he loved you. And then the accident happened. She was crossing the street when a car hit her. She lived for three more days afterwards. She told Draco to look after Shania, her sister, the only family she had left. Meg looked so much like you Hermione and was so much like you in so many ways he felt like he was losing you all over again so he agreed. She never expected that Draco would take her request so seriously as to marry Shania. Yet Shania was a part of Meg and to him maybe the only link to you, a dream he knew would never happen. He told Lucius of his idea to marry Shania and Lucius readily agreed since he had spent all of Meg's dowry and he wasn't about to pay it back. So it worked perfectly." she finished.

"So when Lucius died, why didn't he just break off the engagement?" I paused then realized. "Shania was in love with him by then. He didn't want to break her heart. And now I'm back in his life..." I looked to the girl.

"I can't tell you what to do Hermione. Just follow your heart, as cliche as it sounds, and don't care about what Harry or Ron will think." she said and then smiled sadly. Without warning or even checking a watch she stated, "My time is up." She started to fade as I said.

"Wait! Who are you?"

"Meg Word." she answered and then dissapeared. I stood there shocked. Meg? This entire time I was talking to Meg? Then suddenly it felt like I was being pulled violently and then ended up back into reality. I now knew that I had been in Draco's mind. I also knew why I was kissing him, for the spell to work you needed a connect to the person, and the kiss was the connection. It explained the memories and how Meg had known my name. I jerked away from Mal-oh who I was kidding? Draco and I looked at him with wide eyes as everything hit me. I just couldn't look at him but then I caught his eye.

I saw it.

Just for a second but I saw that worry, that love, that Meg was talking about in his eyes. I saw everything I refused to see and it was everything I had been trying to resist falling into. It couldn't be true...

"Oh my..." I whispered and then Draco came to realization of that I knew everything. I ran.

"Hermione!" I heard as I ran. I quickly ran into the bathroom and locked myself in. Great choice Hermione, trap yourself so he can easily find you. Totally smart. I could tell Draco was on the other side.

"GO AWAY!" I shouted.

"Hermione?" he asked. "Please open the door, let me explain." I leaned against the door, praying that he would go away. I hear a pop! And I saw Draco standing in front of me. I froze as he now stood in front of me. I took a deep breath and asked.

"Are you in love with me?"

And then I waited.