Jan. 28, 1993

"Ah come to see the show." The platinum headed prick says as he steps closer to the trio.

It doesn't take her long to realize that he is in her space. He is so close she can feel the light brush of his breath on her face. She doesn't look up at him. She won't look up at him. She won't let him hold the power in this situation. Harry and Ron step closer to her and she slowly puts her hand up to stop them. Ever since that day in the bathroom they have become more protective of her when it comes to Malfoy.

"Look at me when I speak to you. You don't deserve to walk the halls of this school."

With that her eyes fill with fury as her hair begins to spark. At that moment, that is what it takes for her to look up in to his eyes. Then she is transported to another time.

"What are you looking at!" Snapped the curly haired woman working on a 1950 porche 550.

"Well, I'm looking at you beautiful. Say what's a pretty thing like you doing, working in a repair shop?" The platinum headed man asks as she continues to fix the car. She moves around the car to check the hood as he follows right behind.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm working just like everybody else. Now would you stop following me around the car I am trying to finish here." He takes a step back as she finishes up on the car. She steps back to admire her work, her overalls are covered in oil smudges and her face has a bit of oil on it as well but her freckles shine through. She only wishes that one day she can own a car like this.

"You want to see how it drives?" The man asks with a smirk on his face.

"Are you crazy this isn't my car! I could get fired!" She screeches as she faces him. He only looks up at her and nonchalantly opens the door to the car and asks her again.

"Do you want to see how it drives?" As he pulls out a pair of spare keys from his pocket. She looks at him in utter shock and looks him dead in the eyes as she responds.

"Sure I'm never one to back down from a challenge. But first let me get cleaned up. Meet you here in thirty minutes?"

"You got it beautiful." He smirks as she walks away to get ready.

When she snaps out of the memory she is a breath away from him. He continues to look at her as if he is trying to figure out what this connection is between them. She doesn't drop her gaze from his until he sneers at her in disgust. A few more words are exchanged between the trio and Malfoy but all Hermione can remember is her fist flying towards the pricks face.

The moment her fist made contact with his face she felt her whole arm tingle almost in anticipation. It felt like a shock of heat flowing up her arm. His blood was on her fist she can feel the heat of it seep in to her bones as she shook her hand out. It felt like being alive again. She looked at his face as he whined and smirked. She turned back to Harry and Ron and said "That felt good".

"Good? That was bloody brilliant 'Mione." Ron said with a cheer.