Disclaimer; I don't own Harry Potter, sad, but true. Also the lyrics are by Lifehouse. 'You and me'

A/N Hi all! Here is the update I promised you. I have had a slight bit of writer's block but I think I am over it now. This story is going to be short. Maybe only like 10 or so chapters. I don't know for sure yet. Anyway I hope you like this chapter. Happy reading and don't forget to review.

Past times revisited

Hermione froze in place. The one person she had wanted to avoid. The one person she had loathed to see. The one person that knew her dirty little secret. Draco Malfoy.

"Just wanted to see my old room. What are you doing here? Slumming it?" she said sarcastically. She saw him wince.

"Reunion. Came to see my old friends." he said stepping into the light. Hermione's breath got stuck in her throat. His pale hair shone in the moonlight that was streaming in from the upper windows.

"I didn't know you had any friends." she said coolly gaining her previous composure.

"There are lots you don't know about me." he said walking towards her. "But then again, there are lots of things you do know about me." he stood only a foot away from her.

"Things I would rather forget, thank you very much." she said turning from him. Her cheeks were burning.

"Would you? The way you act one would think you would like to forget everything." he was so close she could smell his scent. Startled, she backed away.

"I would." she said calmly. "There are things I wish I could erase from my mind and life forever. However, I don't have a time turner, so I have to live with every mistake I made."

"Mistake? You didn't see it that way at the time did you? You would have been all to happy to go off with me after school and live life as Mrs. Malfoy now wouldn't you?" he sneered.

"Of course not. I wouldn't have been with you for all the galleons in the world. Like I said, mistakes were made, and I have lived with them and dealt with them. Have you?" she flashed her diamond engagement ring at him.

"Oh, that's right. I read about your 'engagement' to the weasel in the Prophet. Congratulations. Does he know about your so called mistakes?" he smirked at her folding his arms in front of his chest.

"No, I don't think it's important enough to mention. Now if you will excuse me I have to get back to my friends." she tried to get past him but he blocked her way.

"Oh come on now Granger, how about one for old times sake." he leaned towards her but she ducked and shifted to the side.

"Right, goodbye Malfoy." she said but just then he pushed her up against the wall and his hot breath was tickling her neck.

"Goodbye Granger." he said, his mouth only a fraction of an inch from hers. She swallowed hard.

"Goodbye." she inched past him and ran out the portrait door, heart racing.

He pounded his fist against the wall and tried to compose himself. He had followed her from the party, to the bathroom and then up to their old common room. He had wanted to see her for five years, and she had tossed aside what they had like it had meant nothing. He knew better. He knew he had made her cry for a month, every night he heard her in her room crying her eyes out. At the time he didn't care, or he thought he didn't. The day he had planned on apologizing and asking her to come back to him she had walked in the common room with the weasel, hand in hand, laughing for the first time in ages. He had watched them from the door of his bedroom. She looked happy, kissing him softly and resting her head on his chest. He had shut the door and then locked her out of his heart forever. Or so he thought until tonight. The sight of her had made his heart jolt from its dormancy and come alive if only for a moment. Why had he acted like such a prat to her just now? He took a deep breath before leaving the common room and heading back to the party.

When he got to the doors he scanned the room. She was sitting with Potty and the weasel laughing. Her cheeks had paled again and she looked happy. He leaned against the door and watched her for a while before returning to his table where he was sitting with Crabbe, Goyle, and Zabini. They all had managed dates, he was there alone. Sure he could have found a date, some worthless pureblood that would have been all too happy to be seen on his arm. But he decided to forgo that and show up alone. His eyes looked at her every chance he could. She must have noticed because she shifted uncomfortably in her seat and glanced at him a few times. Headmistress McGonagall stood up and took her place at the podium.

"Welcome former Hogwarts students. I am so glad so many of you could attend this reunion. Let's have a big hand for the Patil sisters who planned this event." The two dark haired twins stood up and a round of applause erupted in the hall. "I hope you all have a wonderful evening. The band will be playing in a moment. The first dance is reserved for the head boy and girl of your year. Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy."

More applause erupted and Hermione blushed. She did not want to dance with him. Especially after the encounter they had less than half an hour ago.

"Ron, I don't want to dance with that git. Come with me and I will dance with you." she pleaded.

"Hermione, it is tradition. Now go dance with the ferret, and if he says anything to you I will knock him into next week." Ron smiled and kissed her hand gently. Her stomach was squirming. Draco had stood up and walked over to the podium. He was chatting politely with McGonagall and watching Hermione's every move. She stood up and smoothed her dress. Slowly she walked up to the stage and smiled at Professor McGonagall. She had always been Hermione's favorite teacher.

"Hermione, lovely to see you." McGonagall said hugging her tightly.

"You too Professor." she said back warmly before glaring at Malfoy.

"I suppose we have to." she said to him.

"I suppose."

"Let's make it quick, and keep your hands in the proper spots." she warned him.

"No problem."

The music started to play.

'Damn, it's a slow song.' she thought. He grabbed her one hand and put his other hand around her waist.

What day is it?

And in what month?

This clock never seemed so alive.

I can't keep up and I can't back down

I've been losing so much time.

Cause it's you and me and all of the people.

Nothing to do, nothing to lose

And it's you and me and all of the people and

I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you.

Draco's hands were starting to sweat slightly. He wanted to tell her the things he said all those years ago were a mistake.

All of the things that I want to say

Just aren't coming out right

I'm tripping on words, you got my head spinning

I don't know where to go from here

Cause it's you and me and all of the people

With nothing to do, nothing to prove

And it's you and me and all of the people and

I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you.

"Gods, how long is this song?" Hermione suddenly wondered aloud.

"Why anxious to get back to your weasel?" he snapped.

"As a matter of fact I am." she snapped back. "I love him." even she wasn't convinced by that statement. It sounded lame and weak.

"Oh, well if that's that." he said spinning her around the floor.

Something about you now

I can't quite figure out

Everything she does is beautiful

Everything she does is right

Cause it's you and me and all of the people

With nothing to do, nothing to lose

And it's you and me and all of the people and

I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

What day is it?

And in what month?

The clock never seemed so alive…

The song ended and Draco held on for just a second more than Hermione was comfortable. She pulled away and looked into those eyes. The sliver and blue she had loved so long ago was still there. She felt a strange sadness but the applause broke that feeling and she returned to normal, smiling as she made her way back to the table. Draco watched her walk back to the table, talk to the weasel for a moment and then head out of the doors. He casually followed her again, and again she was headed for the bathroom.

Hermione ran to the bathroom, tears streaming down her face. She had lost control of her emotions and she hated herself for it. She entered the stall and sat down on the lid grabbing some paper and dabbing at her eyes. Why did he have to show up? All those years she spent making herself forget him, making herself hate him again. Her mind flashed back to the night things fell apart.

"Hi love" she said as she walked in the portrait hole carrying her course books and setting them on the table.

"Hi" he replied, but kept his eyes on the fire.

"Something wrong?" she asked sitting next to him and looking at his face, attempting to force his eyes to look into hers.

"Yeah, look some people have been talking and they suspect our relationship. People in my house, purebloods. It is just a matter of time before it gets back to Lucius."

She looked at him with her large brown eyes.

"Oh. So what we have to be more careful?" she asked him.

"No, we can't be anything anymore. Honestly you weren't that much to me to begin with. Everyone is curious about mudbloods at one time or another, and now that I have had you…well I don't want you. It was all just a big mistake for me. I was, how do you say…slumming it. I am Draco Malfoy after all, and you, you are nothing to me." he said all of this without looking at her once. His cold grey eyes stared into the flames. Her eyes filled with tears as she stood up, trying not to lose control.

"Fine, Malfoy. Thanks for letting me know that scummy little ferrets like you are just what you seem. Rodents." she stormed up the stairs and locked the door behind her

Just the thought of this had brought more tears to her eyes. She had loved him. As painful as it was to admit that, she had to. Their romance had been short, but sweet. He had been her first lover, spending hours together in her bedroom exploring each other and whispering sweet things in each other's ear.

'Snap out of it!' she thought as she stood standing to compose herself. All of that was behind her now. But damn him on that dance floor. Him and those eyes.

"GODS I HATE THAT MAN!" she screamed, not knowing the man in question was lingering outside of the bathroom waiting for her.

He stood out there and listened to her rant about him. He too thought of the night he broke it off with her. An hour before she came back to the common room he had been visited by his father.

"So, Draco what is this I hear about you dating a Mudblood?" he drawled tapping his cane on the floor. Every time the cane hit Draco jumped just a bit. It had been that cane that he had been punished with over and over as a child.

"I don't know what you are going on about father, you know how people like to talk." he replied, trying to make his father veer off of the subject.

"Well, Pansy Parkinson has told me quite a story. She said she found the two of you kissing in an empty classroom. Is this true?" he was moving closer to Draco.

"Of course not. Pansy is a jealous cow. She was mad because Professor Flitwick picked that Mudblood and I to do a homework assignment together."

With that the cane connected with Draco's head and he fell to the floor, little stars appearing in his field of vision.

"LIES!" he yelled. "I KNOW SHE IS TELLING THE TRUTH! I HAVE BEEN FOLLOWING YOU, WATCHING YOU!"

Draco swallowed hard and tried to think fast.

"It was just a bet father, between me and Blaise. Nothing to worry about. I will end the bet if that is your wish." he lied.

"Fine. You do that. You wouldn't want to have to be responsible for her untimely death." he said coolly.

Later when she came back he ended it. He ended it ruthlessly, he wanted, no needed her to hate him. Hate him like she used to. He didn't want her to ever want to have him back. No matter how he begged and pleaded. And she had cried, ripping out his heart. But a month later she was with the weasel and he had to accept that. He continued to listen for her and when he heard her coming he made his move.

"Wait." he said grabbing her shoulders. He looked into those eyes, those large brown eyes he loved so much once upon a time.

"Let go of me Malfoy!" she spat. She tried to wriggle free but he held her shoulders tightly against the wall.

"No, I can't. and moreover I won't." he stated. "I want to say something to you, something I should have said long ago." he forced her to look into her eyes.