A/N Well, I'm back again! Hope everyone's having a great summer.

Hermione groaned as she awoke and realized the alarm was screaming at her. She heard Draco groan next to her as he shifted from his slumber.

"Turn it off!" she pleaded, smooshing a pillow over her head and turning on her side. She felt Draco lean over her followed by a loud shatter as the wizard-waker (a small glass half-circle that let out a shrieking array of notes after you don't answer its soft buzzing for five minutes. Draco and Hermione were so asleep they slept through that.) He shifted back and pulled the covers over himself, leaving Hermione with virtually no blankets.

"You jerk," she mumbled.

"Wha?" he mumbled back.

"You hog the covers," she said through the pillows. He just grunted in response. Hermione felt herself drifting off into sleep for what felt like a few minutes, when she opened her eyes again she squinted at the clock across the room.

"Draco, get up!" she yelled as she immediately sat up. He just grunted again. "Get up!" she repeated, this time jerking the covers off of him.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" he snapped.

"It's almost ten o'clock, we need to get going or we'll never get to London," Hermione said as she grabbed a fresh change of clothes and went into the bathroom. "Why am I still in the clothes I wore last night?" she wondered, her memory was very cluttered as to exactly what they had done last night. She remembered dinner, playing pool, drinking a lot, but after that things got really fuzzy.

She got ready at top speed and left the bathroom, only to find Draco still in bed.

"Merlin's beard, will you get up already?" she asked as she began putting on jewelry.

"How can you be so damn energized after last night?" he mumbled.

"Just get up and start moving, then you'll feel awake," Hermione said. Draco just sighed and retrieved the covers. "Oh no you don't!" Hermione yelled as she charged over to the bed and tore off the covers, flinging them across the room.

"Will you just leave me alone?" Draco shouted, his words muffled by a pillow.

"Aawww, wassa matta Dracey? Can't hold your liquor?" Hermione teased as she rested on the side of the bed. He peeked his eyes over the top of the pillow and glared at her.

"I can hold my liquor quite allright thanks," he said. Hermione just smiled and shook her head.

"It's okay, I'll just make sure you only have butterbeer from now on, since the real stuff makes you so cranky," Hermione taunted.

Draco threw the pillow across the room and slowly stood up. He grabbed some clothes and began to change right there. Hermione's eyes widened and she immediately flipped around, staring at the headboard of the bed as he removed his clothes.

"What do you think you're doing?" Hermione said, her voice getting a little higher in nervousness. She heard Draco chuckle behind her and felt his smirk driving into her back.

"ooo wassa matta now lil Ne-Ne? Does my sexy body make you nervous?" Draco teased behind her.

Hermione scoffed, "Sexy??!! Sorry Malfoy, but you just don't do it for me."

"Well, maybe you just need a closer look," Draco said.

"No!" Hermione shrieked as he wrapped his arms around her and they fell over onto the bed, Draco on top pinning Hermione down wearing only his boxers. "Oh! Get off of me!" she howled, trying to push him off only to fail. Draco just laughed. Hermione continued to struggle beneath him but he just kept her pinned down.

"Come on! Admit it!" Draco said laughing, she was just so cute when she was freaking out.

"Get the hell off me!" Hermione howled again.

"Come on!" Draco continued.

"No dammit no!" Hermione refused, throwing her head back in frustration.

"Come on, you know it's true..." Draco said with a grin.

Hermione scowled and shouted, "Fine! Draco Malfoy, you have a hot body and I want to grab your tight ass every time I see it. I'd make love to you right now if I could."

Draco looked stunned, then a huge grin spread across his face. "Okay," he said, "I'm happy." He got up and began dress. Hermione stumbled up and headed toward the door.

"I'll be waiting in the lobby," she said as she left.

Draco just smirked and went to close the door.

"Sick freak," he heard her say as she walked down the hall.

Hermione reached the lobby and just walked around, gawking at it's magnificence. She found another smaller lobby located just right of the main lobby. She entered it and found it was more of a sitting room. She picked one of the uncomfortable chairs and sat, picking up that day's issue of the Daily Prophet. She skimmed through a couple headlines trying to find one that was interesting. Some team from Greece had won the Quidditch Cup or whatnot, Tabs had gone up in the dragon population, some new vampire was running rampant in Romania, blah blah blah. She finally fell across something of interest to her.

"EDEN IN SIGHT!" the headline read. "After three months of retrieval, all witches and wizards stranded in the muggle world have been brought home. Also, all magical creatures which have migrated into their world in the past few centuries have been relocated to magically protected forests. With the rescue of the final stranded wizard, Mr. Tom McTibbins, Phase 1 of the campaign has come to a close. Governer Lucius Malfoy spoke yesterday to the other Governers, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, and many other important magical politicians. He explained that Phase 2 of the 4 phases in the campaign will begin immediately. Phase 2 will be the complete examination of the Wizarding community. Specially trained enchanters will begin charming all magical cities, holy places, forests, and water bodies to ensure that all magical creatures and structures will be transported into the parallel world along with all magical peoples. Governer Malfoy ensures that Phase 2 will pass smoothly and quickly and Phase 3 should begin soon. Fudge and Malfoy have also established a CLAW and Ministry force of wizards to help keep disruptions from the muggle war at a bare minimum."

Hermione gawked at the article. Everything was happening too fast! She read the rest of the article, still in shock.

"Hermione," she heard someone ask. She glanced up and saw Draco glancing in the doorway.

"Hey, I'm over here," she said softly. He entered and stood next to her.

"What are you reading?" he asked when he saw her clutching the paper.

"An article," she said, her mind far away, "About Return to Eden, it's almost here. Uh, this can't be happening!" She let her head fall and she stared down at her knees. Draco kneeled down next to her.

"You feel like it's coming too fast?" he asked.

"Way too fast," she answered.

"Well, it's not like we're reciting the spell tomorrow. Hermione, you've only been awake and known about the campaign for a couple of days, there's no way you could have accepted it by now," he soothed. He tried to put his hand on her head, but she shook it off. Draco tried again, "The actual transition won't be taking place for months, Hermione, just give it time. Try not to think about it so much. You're here, you're safe, and you're with me. Just wait and see how things go, then you can decide if you want to stay in a world that is quickly burning out or if you want to be with those who love you, be in a world where you have purpose and friends and a life. A world where you just won't be a civilian, who just becomes another casualty when you are killed in this war. Hermione, you love magic and our world, you fit into it perfectly. Don't let your past get in the way, you have nothing outside of this. Your family is gone; they're in a world that not even magic can get to. Don't join them, you're still too young."

Hermione looked up at him, tears streaked down her face. "Why do you care so much about me Draco? What has changed between how you used to think of me then and now? Why do you insist on loving me?" she asked. Draco looked at her and gave her a small smile.

"Because, who you were and where you came from won't matter any more in the new world. All that will matter is who you are, and that is what I love about you, who you are," with this, Draco places his hand on Hermione's face and wiped away a tear with his thumb, "I love you because you're brave, and smart, and stubborn, and you never let where you came from stop you from reaching your goals, no matter how hard I or anyone else tried." Draco stood up and took Hermione's hand. She stood up as well and let the paper fall to the floor. They walked over to an open spot in the room. "I need someone who can argue just as well as me," Draco continued, making Hermione laugh lightly. He took out their next portkey and glanced at his watch. "Besides," he teased, "No matter how tight my ass is you are the only girl at Hogwart's who hasn't tried to jump my sexy bones." Hermione laughed out loud at this as she felt the tug at her belly-button.

Less than a minute later, a blonde boy and chestnut-haired girl appeared in the alley behind The Leaky Cauldron. They both blinked in the shadowed lighting as a grumpy (and a little bit lumpy) bald man came out the back door swinging a green bucket.

"'dju come by Prki?" he asked.

"Yes," Draco answered.

"'en don chuck et, put 'er en de buket!" the somewhat scary man rasped. Draco nodded, and tossed the stapler that had been their portkey into the bucket. Hermione caught a quick glance and saw a few old shoes, a pocketwatch, and an empty bottle of Cinnamon Schnopp's in the bucket. The man turned and shuffled back into the kitchen of the Leaky Cauldron.

"What was that about?" Hermione asked as she felt her face to see if her eyes were still puffy, they weren't.

"All Portkey's are recycled. It saves the magic used to enchant them. They're always made out of things you can't burn or just throw away, glass, metal, leather, stuff like that," Draco said as he pulled out his wand and walked over to the hidden entrance to Diagon Alley, quickly adding, "We don't just put everything we don't want into the ground and oceans like the muggles, we actually care about the future."

"Hmm, who'd have thought? Draco an environmentalist?" Hermione thought. When she had turned 14 her parents had bought her a car because she had an early license for her job at her brother's coffeeship "Granger Grounds." It was a 1995 Honda Accord, older, but Honda's are made to last. The first thing she had done was put her favorite bumper sticker on her vehicle, which read, "Dirt Worshipping Tree Hugger."

Hermione followed him through the entrance. A smile spread across her lips as sunshine hit her face. Diagon Alley, one of her favorite places. She looked around at all the witches, wizards, and other magical people as they haggled in the street and showed each other their prized purchases.

"Mind if I go to Gringott's and make a withdrawal?" Hermione asked as she caught site of the massive bank gleaming in the distance.

"Actually, I do mind," Draco said. Hermione gawked at him in shock "How dare he!" she thought. "You are in my family's care correct?" Draco asked her as they walked.

"Well, yes, I guess you could put it that way," Hermione began.

Draco interrupted her, "Then it is our responsibility to take care of you. Don't worry about buying anything, it's all on me alright?"

"You bought me all those clothes already, I don't need you to buy my school things," Hermione began again.

Draco interrupted her again, "Don't worry about it! Believe me, my family can afford it."

"I do have money you know, I'm not just some poverty stricken refugee orphan. My parents set up a Gringott's vault for me the first time we came to Diagon Alley before my first year. Plus, Snape told me he had all the money and property that was left in my parent's name was transferred to my vault after you saved me during the bombing.

Draco stopped and stared at her, "You know it was me who saved you?"

"...Well, yeah, I do," Hermione stuttered.

"How?!" he exclaimed.

"I... kinda... saw it, in a dream," Hermione stammered.

"A dream? Oh yeah, I had forgotten about the whole Empath thing," he said, looking slightly angered. He glanced around the alley and seeing no one he knew leaned into Hermione, brushing his nose against her ear and whispered, "If I were you, I would stay out of my dreams, you just might see something you weren't supposed to see."

He leaned back and looked into Hermione's eyes for a second then turned and changed the subject, "Come on! Let's go stock up on our potions ingredients, they'll have everything in full stock since we've come so early."

Hermione slowly followed, staring at the back of his head quizzically. She had picked up on his thought again when his nose brushed her ear. She felt he was very sincere about her not being in his dreams, but for a different reason than she assumed. He was talking about Voldemort as she had suspected, but he didn't want her to stay away because she might learn something about Voldemort or the Malfoy family. Draco was afraid Voldemort might learn about her and get into her thoughts. There was one thing Draco was hiding in his mind, deep deep inside his mind. It was hidden behind walls of useless memories and history of magic lessons. He had hidden it where Voldemort could never find it, something the Malfoy family was planning.

"Hurry up," Draco insisted as he let her catch up with him. She had slowed down to a crawl while she was processing what she had seen. Hermione noticed that Draco was leading her to a different potions shop than the one she usually went to in Diagon Alley. Instead, he was taking her to one down Knockturn Alley. She kept walking silent as they neared their destination. She didn't want to bring what she had seen up here or now, it was something that had to wait for when they were in private and no one could overhear.

They entered the shop together. The shopkeeper nodded at them from behind the counter where he was reading a book.

"Good thing ta come ealy? Right? I got's everything all stocked up jus 'es mornin. Ya can take ya pick an even get somma ya mo powerful ingredients," the shopkeeper said with a devilish grin. Hermione went over and began grabbing bottles and small dried boxes of the usual, newt's eyes, ostrich saliva, snail skin. She placed these in a large shopping basket and continued to grab the essentials. Draco came over and grabbed all the same items she had taken, then began to read the labels on some of the unrequired materials.

"Take whatever you want, it's always better to buy it now, otherwise it's a pain to get it shipped to the school," he said as he smelled the contents of a small glass vial. Liking it, he placed it in his basket. Hermione glanced into his and saw he had grabbed quite a few things, almost twice as much as her. She decided just to run with the whole, "I'll buy everything schpell," and began selecting many potions ingredients she had wanted over the years, but was too cheap to buy. She had a few books on different beauty spells, as well as many for love and vengeance potions she had wanted to make, but never had the materials to make them. She moved across the store, picking and choosing what she wanted. She was examining a jar of dried mermaid scales when she heard the shopkeeper exclaim.

"Hey son, sorry but ya haf ta be a cer-e-fied wizard to buy from ah restricted section," the shopkeeper said.

"I need this for a few potions I have to make," Draco explained as he placed a tiny black bottle into his basket.

"I 'on't see why an underage wizard like yaself would be needin a bottle of werewolf heart silver," the shopkeeper argued.

"Trust me, I do," Draco snapped as he put a few more items in his basket.

"Well, I truly am sorry, bu I still can't let ya buy 'at wi-out some sot ahv upper permission," the shopkeeper said.

"Here," Draco said as he reached into his pocket. He tossed the shopkeeper his CLAW certification. The shopkeeper looked at is suspiciously and looked back up at Draco who was coming down the stairs, obviously finished shopping. He placed his basket on the counter. Hermione threw in a few boxes of powdered veela skin (for the best zit concealer) and placed her basket on the counter next to Draco's. The shopkeeper handed Draco back his ID but still looked at him unconvinced.

"As good an oll, bu I still don know if I can believe ya," he said slowly. Hermione saw Draco nod knowingly. He reached into his other pocket, pulled out five galleons, and slip them across the counter to the shopkeeper.

"Convinced?" Draco asked with a smirk. The shopkeeper smiled and nodded, slipping the galleons into his pocket. Draco then quickly paid for the goods and they left the shop, each with one large bag.

"Ready for some new school robes?" Draco asked as they crossed the street.

"Yeah," Hermione said, "That was pretty shifty, what you just did."

Draco smirked at her, "What's the matter Ms. Granger? Never break the rules? Trust me, stuff like that happens all the time. Everyone has their price."

"Do they?" she asked softly, "Then what's mine?"

Draco chuckled, "Well, it depends on what I'm trying to get isn't it?"

"I'd suppose," Hermione said, swinging her bag.

"You would be very expensive, no matter what I was trying to get," Draco said, "because you're so damn perfect. I'll bet if you had been that shopkeeper, I would have had to give you fifty galleons to buy that stuff."

"So you were willing to give him more?" Hermione asked.

"Oh yeah. That's one thing you learn, never take the first offer, you can always get double that," Draco said as they neared the clothing store. Hermione felt him wrap his hand around her waist as they walked.

Quickly shaking it off she said, "Nothing's free right Malfoy?"

"Right nothing's free," Draco said with a smirk, "But I never said it was wrong to steal a little bit of what you want."

They entered the shop and were greeted by your usual overly-chipper salesperson. After insisting they were only there for school robes (They had already bought their dress robes yesterday) they were led to the back room. A few assistants appeared and made circles around each of them for a few minutes measuring and writing. They left and reappeared after a little while and handed each of them a set of robes. They changed and were outside met by more measuring and then some pinning. Finished, they checked out at the register, each with five new sets of robes, one for each schoolday. Draco filled out the form to have them owled to Malfoy Manor so they didn't have to carry them.

After that they went to the Apothecary to buy some treats for Draco's eagle owl and Crookshanks. Then they proceeded to the Office Max of the wizard world "Parchment Paradise," down another street Hermione had never seen, Absollseter Alley. Hermione noticed that along with their regular parchments and quills, Draco had picked up a few enchanted ones that she suspected he used when he hadn't quite done his assignments. After that they proceeded to Hermione's equivalent of heaven in Diagon Alley, Flourish and Blott's.

She sighed when she entered. Just the smell of books made her squeal with glee, which she did. She ran and immediately retrieved required schoolbooks for the year. She then began searching a few of the back bookshelves for books she hadn't yet read. Every once in a while she would say the title of a book she hadn't read, then pull it out and leaf through a few pages, deciding if it was worthy of her eyes. After she had finished her fourth bookshelf, she moved onto her fifth, but as she rounded the corner she stopped and jumped back. She had just seen Pansy Parkinson and another Slytherin guy who she didn't really know the name of head over to Draco. Intrigued, Hermione traced her steps back a few bookshelves until she could overhear their conversation.

"Yeah, so I'm going out for the Quidditch team this year, Keeper you know," the Slytherin guy was saying, "I'm really good, I practice a lot."

"Haven't you tried out for the team every year?" Hermione heard Draco ask.

"Well yeah... But I really feel like this is my year, I'll be a great keeper," the brute continued. He was obviously trying to impress Draco who had been appointed Slytherin captain during sixth year.

"There will be competition and the best one shall get the position, that's how it works so you can just shut your trap now because kissing my ass while appreciated, won't help your chances," Draco said.

"Oh Dracey," Hermione heard Pansy say, (of course it's Pansy, she had the most nasal high pitched squawk of a voice), "You must be the best captain ever; you'll for sure get the cup this year. And you know I'll always be there, after every victory. I can help you celebrate the way a real winner should celebrate."

"Sick!" Hermione said under her breath, Pansy was such a skank.

"Did you hear something?" she heard the brute ask.

"Bad hearing skills, not good for a keeper to have bad ears, have to hear the ball wizzing toward you in order to catch it," Draco said. Hermione smiled.

"So Drakey, what are you doing for the rest of summer break? You can always come over to my house, we could swim, you know?" Pansy said, once again trying to get at Draco.

"Thanks but no thanks, now will you please leave me alone, I'm busy," Draco said.

"Oh, come on Drakey, you know you don't mean that, you've got to remember all those fun nights we had in the Astronomy Tower during fifth year?" Pansy said. Hermione's jaw dropped. Draco had gone to the Astronomy Tower with Pansy?! Everyone knew that the Astronomy Tower was only used for two things, Astronomy and Sex. It was where all the couples snuck away too to do the deed in private.

"Uh Pansy just shut up!" she heard Draco say, "If your memory serves you well, which apparently it doesn't, you asked me for help on your Astronomy chart and whenever I'd try to go up there and help you all you'd try to do is jump my bones. Hell, you've never even kissed me, now just leave!"

Hermione nodded to herself in understanding. Of course Pansy would try to trick Draco, gosh, what a slut! "She's probably done every guy in Slytherin, clear down to the second years this year!" Hermione thought. Unfortunatly, at that very moment when she was off guard, Draco pulled a book off the shelf, only to reveal Hermione staring right back at him. Hermione's eyes grew huge and she blushed horribly at being caught eavesdropping, but Draco only gave her a small smile and a wink. He reached his hand into the bookshelf, seemingly for another book, but instead grazed his fingers across Hermione's hand which rested on the shelf where he had taken the book. Hermione caught his thoughts, "Save me!" She nodded and stepped back.

"Hey did you hear about that mudblood Granger?" she heard Pansy shriek. Hermione listened again. "Found out she finally got rescued. She was nearly dead in some hole that used to be her house. Stupid bitch, too bad they didn't wait just a few more hours, then we wouldn't ever have to worry about her again." Hermione's hands shook with rage at hearing that whore's insults. It got worse as Pansy continued, "Fucking mudblood, we should just keep them all out of the campaign! It'll just make Eden more of a paradise. Who needs that slutty little know-it-all anyways. I bet she's screwed Weasley, Potter, and all the other scum in the school nine times past Thursday."

"I'll show her!" Hermione thought, "I'll do the one thing she's always dreamed of doing, but never will get to do." Hermione smoothed her hair, pulled her hip huggers down a little lover to show off her well toned midriff and rounded the bookcase.

Upon seeing her, Draco said, "Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention that Hermione is staying with my family until school starts." Hermione waltzed past Pansy and the brute and leaned up against Draco's side, he quickly caught the message. He wrapped his arm around her waist and smiled at her.

"Pansy," Hermione said stiffly.

"Mudblood," Pansy replied with a piggish smirk.

"Are you ready baby?" Hermione asked Draco. He looked back at her and nodded. Draco took Hermione's books and carried them with his own. They turned and left Pansy and the brute alone. Hermione, knowing Pansy could clearly see reached down and placed her hand on Draco's ass, giving it a firm squeeze. She heard Pansy scoff behind her and start to cry as they went up to the register to pay. Once outside, Hermione started to laugh out loud along with Draco.

"Phew, thanks, I thought she'd never let me get away," Draco said as he shifted his many bags.

"No problem," Hermione said as she glanced around.

"So," Draco began slyly.

"So..," Hermione replied.

"When you said you wanted to grab my tight ass everytime you see it you weren't lying," he said with a smirk.

Hermione laughed, "What can I say, you have such a sexy body, I just want to pounce on you right now."

Draco, slightly surprised at this poked her in her well toned tummy, "You're not so bad yourself." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well, we're all done shopping, ready for lunch?" Draco asked. Hermione nodded. They headed toward the entrance to Diagon Alley and went into the Leaky Cauldron for a late lunch.

"So how are we going to explain the ass-grabbing to everyone when we get back to school?" Draco asked as they entered.

"I'm not quite sure Draco, but that is another day," Hermione said.