Thank you, thank you, thank you soooo much for your reviews, I'm so sorry if you read chapter's eleven –thirteen the first time I posted them and they were the chapters from my other story, haha I had a little trouble with that... anyway I fixed that problem so all the right chapters are there now. Here is this long chappie I've been promising you guys... hope you like it.

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Chapter Sixteen

Five Years Go By

My year went by like it did the first time, horribly. I met my worst enemies, Potty and Weaslebee. I was trying to nicely apologize to Hermione and the two goons came up and told me, and I quote, "shove off." So much for getting along with the light side. I ended the year off with a bang too, (note the sarcasm). On the last day of school, the Dark Lord himself came to visit me.

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"Ahh, young Malfoy. I hear you want to follow in my footsteps."

"Yeah... not so much." I said cynically. As much as I hated and wanted to kill Voldemort, I was surprised to see this "Dark Lord" smack dab on the back of Quirrel's head, plus that and the fact that I knew killing Voldemort wasn't what my accomplishment was meant to be. No I knew that that was Potty's job, and Potty's job alone. Besides I don't want all that attention, well of course I want attention, I was still a Malfoy after all, but right now I was stressed enough with this damn accomplishment.

"What was that?" My ass of a father asked while grabbing me by the hair.

"I mean, yes my lord." As much as I loathed my father, I knew what he could do to me, let alone what Voldemort could do, so I obliged.

"Good, good. Good to hear. Now, tell me what you know about the sorcerer's stone."

"The what?" I asked, this time actually confused.

"The sorcerer's stone boy, speak of what you know of it! Speak now!" the dark lord screamed.

"So is that what everyone was making a fuss over in our first year... I guess it makes sense... I mean it sounds important, whatever it does." I though to myself, making sure to use my occlumency skills.

"I'm sorry my lord, I know nothing, however, I know of someone who may." I said, thinking of Potter, should I sell out my wife's best friend?

"Harry Potter?" The Dark Lord asked viciously.

"Nah, she might not be too happy about that."

"No, but he might. I was thinking of..." I thought of how Voldemort had a strong fear of Dumbledore.

"SPIT IT OUT BOY!" my father said angrily.

"Do I say Dumbledore? Do I know for a fact that Voldemort isn't really scared of the old coot and he won't go and kill him? Wait does this dream affect the real world? James said something about it, but I can't remember... oh sod it."

"Never mind, he knows nothing." I said with my head down to the floor.

"Are you sure about that boy?" Voldemort asked me with a 'hint' of anger in his voice.

"Quite." I snapped.

"Well then, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting with Potter." And Quirrel disappeared.

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I didn't want to join the dark side, but just as it had gone the last time, I really didn't think I had a choice.

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My second year was actually quite 'calm.' I even tried to talk to Hermione. It didn't go down very well, however.

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"GRANGER! WAIT UP!" I yelled.

"You know you might want to start by calling your 'wife' by her first name, it might help." My conscience said.

"Granger? My wife? Wow, never would have thought. I mean it would be nice I guess, but I'm way too young for that right now. Maybe we'll go out though."

"How would your father deal with you and the mudblood?"

"I thought you said Granger and I were married." I questioned.

"Yeah, in the real world, where your father is dead. He isn't dead here."

"Well, we'll see about that. And besides it isn't his life, he will learn to deal. Now where did Granger go?" I asked the voice inside my head.

"You mean Hermione." The conscience corrected.

"Right, Hermione." I righted my thought.

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(End Draco's Pov)

Draco's mind was already situating itself, and he was beginning to completely forget his other life, his real life. Soon he would know nothing of his real life, and all he would know is that he needs to accomplish something, although he may hold onto some things...

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"Oi, Gr-Hermione, wait for me!" I yelled again, however she didn't stop.

Surprisingly Potty and Weasel weren't with her, but no doubt they would show up quite soon, so he had to hurry.

Hermione didn't stop, she just kept walking as though she hadn't heard me, so I ran to catch up to her. I caught up with her and grabber her arm. When she gasped in shock, I instantly went red, and let go.

"What do you want Malfoy?" She asked annoyed and still walking.

"Nothing, can't I just come up and talk to you?"

"Um... not really, no." Now she stopped.

"And why not?" I snapped.

"Because you are you, and I am me. We are opposites, who have and always will be enemies." She said cynically.

"Haven't you ever heard that opposites attract, and to keep your friends close and your enemies closer?" I scoffed.

"Malfoy, the fact that you want to talk to me, would probably get us both killed and what would the world be without the famous and God-like Draco Malfoy?" she asked with sarcasm.

This hit me with a shock, I had never really been treated like this by a girl, well I had, but Potty and Weaslebee were always with Hermione, so she had some influence on her.

I then realized she had called me God-like, and the fact that I didn't catch her sarcasm says a lot. I took it as a complement and decided to work off it.

My look of shock disappeared and my famous Malfoy smirk sat there instead. "So, you think I'm God-like do you?"

"Ugh, typical. I should have known you were here to talk about yourself."

I now realized talking about myself wasn't going to do.

"Actually I wanted to talk about you and me."

"Draco, there is no you and me. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get to my next class." And with that she walked away.

I just stood there in awe at the fact that Hermione granger just called me by my first name, something she had only done once, and even then she got mad at me.

"Oh, get over yourself!" my conscience said.

"NO, I would say that, that was a major accomplishment... wait... accomplishment, I just accomplished something, do I get to go home now?" I asked the voice inside my head.

"Not quite. I don't think gaining your 'already' wife's love is much of an accomplishment. Besides don't you remember talking to James about this... he said to focus on the whole not being a death eater thing... wow you really suck."

"Shut up. I have been here for almost two years. Can't they just tell me what to do, so I can do it and get the fuck out of here. No of course not, that would be way too easy."

"I think the whole point of you having to accomplish something is so that you learn a lesson." My conscience answered.

"Well you know what? Stuff the damn accomplishment. I'm going to go about life as it comes to me, and I accomplish something... go Draco, and if not, well then we'll see how they deal with it."

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(End Draco's pov)

And with that in mind, Draco not only began to forget about his real life, he also began to forget about why he was there, the latter one, however, was by choice.

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Third year lapsed by with a major hardship, the fact that Hermione wasn't there for half the time. Draco had now completely forgotten his other life, but he still felt a strong longing for this bushy-haired bookworm.

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"Headmaster, there has been another attack."

"As I suspected, there would be." Dumbledore said. I was out in the corridor, heading to the Quidditch game when I heard McGonagall and the headmaster talking around the corner. I heard about another attack and thought it would be fun to listen to the 'poor' mudblood's misfortune.

"Cancel, the Quidditch game professor, but first inform me on who has been attacked."

"Why Headmaster, it is Miss Granger."

I felt my stomach clench at the mention of Hermione.

"I thought as much. Well, cancel the game, and fetch Mr. Potter. I'm sure he is down there. Then find Mr. Weasley. Explain to them what has happened. Tell them they can visit her in half an hour. Let Madam Pomfrey do what she can first." Dumbledore spoke, and McGonagall strode away. Dumbledore then walked down the other way and I found this a perfect chance to visit the mu-ggleborn.

I reached the infirmary within minutes, thanks to a secret passageway that I knew of, and soon enough I was standing in front of the doors to the infirmary.

"Right, Malfoy, calm down. It's only Granger."

"Yeah, but why does she have to be so damn inviting?" I asked my mind.

"Sod it, she's not even conscious, just go in an see her!" I said out loud.

I quietly pushed the door open and stood inside the hospital wing. There she was, lying there motionless. I slowly walked over to her cot, and found myself placing my hand on hers unintentionally. I quickly drew it back.

"What am I doing here? She's only a mudblood." I said, but found myself flinching when I used the foul name.

I began to walk away, but quickly turned around. "No. I know why I'm here. I love you. Damn it, I do, and I can't figure out why. We are completely different and I can't help but want to be with you. Why do you have to be one of them? Of course I would fall for a muggleborn, why make my life easy?" I then heard a clatter, which made me jump away from the bed. I quickly looked to the big oak doors as they opened.

"Malfoy! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?" Ron yelled.

I was now panicking inside, but the sight of my 'good friends,' in front of me, always put a scowl on my face. Potty and Weaslebee made it much easier for me to come up with an excuse.

"Just coming to make fun of the poor mudblood that got attacked. Who knew it would be Granger, oh well, I can't say she didn't get what she deserved." I said as I forced a smirk onto my face.

"You sick fuck, you probably did this to her!" Ron yelled.

"Ron stop. You only make it worse. He's not worth it. Besides he is nowhere near powerful enough to attack her." Harry said, the last part just to piss me off.

"You're right actually, I don't have that power...yet. in fact I have a meeting that I must head off too. As always lovely to see you." And with that I smirked and walked out.

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(End Draco's pov)

After confessing his love to an unconscious Hermione, Draco went throughout his year quite like he had the first time he had experienced it, which to his surprise was quite normal. Sure he had the occasional 'pre' deatheater meetings, and even though he knew nothing of his future life anymore, he was beginning to dread the fact that he was going to become a follower of the Dark Lord. However, every time he began to think like this he told himself to buck up an start acting like a true Malfoy would.

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My fourth year was the tri-wizard tournament, so I spent my year moping around the castle, complaining about my lack of attention. Although Potty and his crew were swallowing up all the attention, I had my fair chance of being spotted with the famous Viktor Krum. That is when he wasn't hanging off of Hermione. However when he was hanging off the book-worm, like Potter and Weasley, I found it in my best interest to butt in now and then.

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"Her-mi-one" I heard Krum trying to pronounce Hermione's name.

"Krum!" I said as I patter the Quidditch champion on the back in a friendly manner. I tried to pretend as though I didn't see Hermione, even though she was the reason I came over. "Oh. Hello Granger."

"Malfoy." Hermione sneered.

"Fancy seeing you here." I said with my trademark smirk.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione asked impatiently.

Viktor just stood there while his friend and his girlfriend bickered at each other, partly because he couldn't understand half of what the two were saying.

"Oh, I thought I would come see how my favorite tri-wizard contestant, and my favorite book-worm were doing." Once again smirking.

"Isn't that precious." She replied irreverently. They were now sitting on a bench, well Hermione and Viktor were, I however was still standing in front of them. I leaned up against a tree, and folded my arms. I actually looked quite gorgeous (:note the cockiness:), seeming as Hermione's face went pink and she had to turn her face.

"You know you like it Granger." I smirked.

She glared at me when I said this, and put her hand on Viktor's shoulder. "I'm gonna go. I'll leave you two to talk."

She stood up to walk away, and I sensed that she was not amused with me, not that she ever was.

"Wait, you were talking to him first, I'll leave." I said remotely nicely.

Hermione noticed this too, and she actually smiled at me. She said, "No it's okay. I see Harry and Ron coming. They don't look happy. I should go sort them out. Thanks for offering though." And with that she smiled once more, and made to leave. However not before, I could yell, "YOU"RE WELCOME!" Hermione turned around once more to flash me a smile, however she looked quite confused.

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I ran up to Harry and Ron, who were walking my way.

"Hey guys, what are you doing here?" I asked, as I met up with my two best friends.

"We could ask you the same thing." Harry said, he was not amused.

Also not amused, Ron said, "What were you doing talking to the enemy?"

I was not happy that my friends were treating me like this, sure Viktor was Harry's competition, and sure Malfoy wasn't always the nicest guy (scoffs), but that didn't mean I couldn't talk to the two. Besides Viktor and I had been going out for a week and a half now, and they were still treating me like their three year old sister.

"The enemy? I hope you're not talking about Viktor!" I said raising my voice.

"Well..." Ron started, he didn't think I was talking to Draco on purpose (however Harry thought differently).

"RONALD! He is not the enemy! Cedric and Fleur are competing against Harry just as much as Viktor is!"

"So..." Ron said, shrugging his shoulders.

"SO you never go about calling them the enemy!" I raved.

"Well, Cedric is from Hogwarts, so he's okay, and Fleur well she's just... um... well..." Ron started to go pink.

"Yes, Ronald we are quite aware of your little fantasy with Fleur, there is no need to tell us again!" I yelled as I walked off.

Harry had been silent this whole time, he wasn't really chuffed with me going out with Viktor, in fact he wasn't even implying that when he first asked me what I was doing. Unlike Ron, he was more interested in Malfoy.

"WHAT WERE YOU TALKING TO MALFOY FOR?" Harry screamed after me.

"NONE OF YOUR GOD DAMN BUSINESS POTTER!" I screamed back, and ran off.

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(Draco's Pov)

Much to my surprise Hermione had just blown Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley on my account.

"I guess that is something." I said to myself.

"Yeah, except for the fact that, you are still going to be a deatheater, and that small problem of her already having a boyfriend." My conscience answered back.

"Bite me."

"That would be physically impossible." The voice answered smartly.

"FUCK OFF!"

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Fifth year was nothing big, well except for the fact that we had a big battle at the end of the year. And by we, I mean I wasn't allowed to come. My fucking father thought it would be unwise if I were to waste perfectly good Malfoy blood when I was needed in the final battle. Thanks dad, you know... 'oh I'm sorry, I can't fight in this one, my daddy wants to save me for the next one... you know how it goes...' why doesn't he fucking wrap me in cellophane and stick me in the freezer so I stay fresh.

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"Good news, however... that Black fellow is finally dead." I thought.

"Now might be a good time to bring up that small accomplishment you have to get done." My conscience answered back.

"FUCK! I totally forgot about that. Well in that case, I don't think it is good news."

"Yes you do... just because you say something doesn't mean you actually mean it... you can't get out of this accomplishment the easy way, if you hadn't noticed."

"Yeah, I know, remind me once again." I bit back.

"Besides there is the small factor of one Hermione Granger. Do you really think she is happy about this whole scenario? No... I think not."

"Shit, I forgot about her." I said smacking my head.

"Well that's a good start." The voice said sarcastically.

"Well what do I do now? It is summer holidays, how do I reach her?"

"Why don't you just talk to her next year. Wouldn't that be easier?"

"No, I can't do that, then she will think I'm just saying sorry out of pity. I have to actually find her and talk to her in person now, so she knows I actually care."

"Alright, alright, I didn't mean for you to get all pms on me."

"Ugh shut up." I sat on my bed and begun to think about how I could contact her.

I then remembered the new gadget that my mother found while shopping. I walked into the kitchen and saw a round porcelain bowl, which looked quite like a pensieve (a/n: does this sound familiar), only smaller. I walked over, and had to remember how to work it.

Remembering, I waved my wand over the water filled bowl three times, and said, "show me Hermione Granger." Soon enough a picture appeared in the water. There she was, sitting on her bed in her cami and short shorts, reading a book. I waved my wand counter-clockwise and the picture shifted around the view of the room. I soon saw a fireplace in her room.

"Wonderful, I can floo right to her room, and if she isn't hooked up, which I highly doubt, I bet Potter and Weasel are over there 24/7, then I will just have to apparate over. But first, where is she?" I talked to myself. I obviously knew she was at her home, and in her room, but where? I whispered a short sentence, and tapped my wand on the rim of the bowl. Suddenly there was a small sign that appeared over the bowl, saying, 9 Orchard Mains, Surrey.

I put my wand back in my pocket and walked over to the kitchen fireplace. I knew that if she wasn't hooked up to the floo network, the fireplace wouldn't send me anywhere, but it was worth a try. I reached in a small, but very beautiful porcelain vase and grabbed some floo powder. Walking into the fireplace, I turned around so I was facing outward. Then I said, "Number nine Orchard Mains, Surrey, Hermione's room," and I threw the powder to the ground. All of a sudden I was traveling through a nothingness.

"Good she's hooked up." I thought, "Oh shit, what do I say?"

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Dun dun dun, what happens next? Wow that was a really long chappie, I hope you guys liked it. Please review! I love you all lots, blessings to those who were affected by Wilma. Dominique