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I am writing this as if Book 6 has yet to happen. So please, forget everything you already know.

Summary: During a Herbology assignment, something goes wrong and Hermione and Blaise find themselves transported to a different time period, instead of a different continent, and into the lives of two people and one destiny. It will be up to them to figure out their true feelings while trying to find a way home again before one of their times run out –Strongly based on the movie Tristan and Isolde-

We Belong Together

Chapter One – How We Are

Warm sunlight spilled through the small opening of the crimson hangings the surrounded Hermione's large bed. The bright orange tinge suggested it was just sun rise, which meant she still had a few hours before the first day of classes for the year began. But Hermione was far too awake to stay quietly in bed. She pulled open the hangings soundlessly, and crept from her bed and quietly as possible, Lavender and Paravati were still asleep; lavender snoring softly and Parvarti's arm hung limply over the side of her bed, her mouth slightly open. Hermione grinned, before gabbing a fluffy towel and her soap and shampoo and headed for the girls bathroom to shower. She cherished these early morning of solitude, with a minty sunlight streaming through the windows and the serene quiet. But the fact that it was the first day of classed made the morning all the more exciting, and she hummed softly as she went through her morning routine.

By the time she had showered, brushed her sorry excuse for hair, dressed, packed her bag for the day and done some light reading by the extinguished fire in Gryffindor tower, the rest of her house had begun to awake and head towards to great hall for their first breakfast of the year. She smiled as she watched the steady stream of students leave the portrait hole. How she loved the start of the year! Casually placing a book mark in the place she had read up to, she placed the muggle book in her bag and swung it over her shoulder heading for the portrait hole herself. No doubt Ron and Harry were still making an effort to wake up. They would meet her in the Great Hall when the growling of their stomachs could no longer be ignored. She estimated that would be in a matter of minutes. So she walked a light pace and arrived in the less than full Hall. The smell of bacon and eggs and toast and porridge and fresh fruit, made Hermione mouth water and her stomach growl, and she settled down in a seat at the Gryffindor table, which was completely devoid of her fellow 6th years, all too lazy to drag themselves from the warmth of their beds a moment before they absolutely had too.

She was not alone for long however. A very tired Ron and equally disheveled Harry dragged themselves to the table and dropped unceremoniously into seats opposite Hermione, and it wasn't long before Ginny joined them, sitting next to Hermione, all three of them shoveling food onto their plates and into their mouths. Hermione's look of revolution was not enough to stop the boys disgraceful eating habits. In fact that simply ignored her looks, and sounds of disgust, and continued to eat like they had not been fed in a week. They were graciously saved from Hermione's persistent looks however, When professor McGonagall glided along the Gryffindor table handing out timetables for the year, without so much as a word..

"Gah, Potions, Care of Magical Creatures, Transfiguration… and, look, Herbology with the Slytherins!" Groaned Ron as he ran his finger along his timetable, pointing out all the classes they would be sharing with their rival house.

"You've got to be joking right?" continued Harry with an air of disbelief. "It's almost like they want us to kill each other isn't it?" He shook his head, and folding his timetable, placed it in his bag, before continuing with Breakfast.

Ron was still glaring at his timetable, almost hoping the subjects would change themselves if he stared hard enough. Hermione was looking at hers thoughtfully as she absentmindedly ate a bowl of fruit salad. Her honey colored eyes landed on Herbology and she looked up at the boys.

"what do you think this special Herbology assignment is about?" she questioned, pointing at her timetable, and referring to what their headmaster had spoken to them about the previous evening, about the 6th years being involved in a Herbology assignment that was being trialed with the school that year. The boys shrugged.

"Hope its something good. Maybe we'll be working with deadly plants that hate Slytherins and they'll rip them all the pieces and yay, no more Slytherins." Said Ron happily, loosing himself in a daydream. Harry, Hermione and Ginny looked at each other and burst out laughing, which brought Ron back to reality.

"What?" he asked, but the three just shook their heads and continued to laugh. The sound of the booming bell marked their first class, and they picked up their bags, and rising from their seats made their way towards the doors. They just happened to reach the doors at the same time as the Slytherins, Draco pushed past Harry.

"Watch where you're going Potter" he spat venomously. Harry glared back at the blond with equal ferociousness.

"What are you going to do ferret? Get death eater daddy to come get me, with his death eater buddies?" Draco said nothing. He spat at Harry's feet and continued through the doors. Pansy scampered after him, and Crabbe and Goyle followed, swinging their massive arms like gorillas. They were followed by a tall, olive skinned Italian boy with shaggy, curly black hair, that hung over his stormy blue eyes. Ron and Harry were muttering angrily about the ferret, but Hermione was lost in the boys eyes, that had met hers as he walked gracefully from the halls. She wasn't even sure who this boy was, but he seemed to be part of Malfoy's motley group. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. Her two boys were still conversing angrily between themselves and she grinned. Nothing could upset her on the first day of classes.

"Come on you two. Don't worry about Malfoy. Honestly, I don't know why we still rise to the occasion. He's been like this every year, and every year it's the same. Just forget it. We've got Care of Magical Creatures now, it'll be great fun!" said Hermione, her morning cheer lost on the two angry Gryffindor's, but she ignored the mood, grabbed their hands and dragged them out into the blaring morning sun. Hermione sighed happily. Life was perfect!

The day was as uneventful as a day full of classes with Slytherins could be, and they finally arrived at their last class of the day. The small group of Gryffindor's stood around the door to Green House 4 chatting casually about holidays, and classes that morning, and about the special assignment they would have this term, when they saw the Slytherins striding across the grass, led by none other than Draco Malfoy, followed dutifully by his cronies. The blonde hair boy was in deep conversation with the dark haired, blue eyed boy from earlier and pansy Parkinson, hung onto Draco as though he was about to vanish into thin air.

"Uh oh" said Dean Thomas. "Here come our favorite people"

Their heads whipped around, and catching sight of the group approaching them, they rallied behind Harry, their unspoken leader. It was looking like there was going to be a face off, without a doubt, and the pace of Malfoy quickened. But luck was on the Gryffindor's side, when Professor Sprout choose that moment the appear from around the corner, and opened the greenhouse door, ushering the Gryffindor's in, and yelling for the Slytherins to hurry up. There seemed to be an air of disappointment as the two groups filled through the door, that there had not been a chance for confrontation. The two houses seemed to thrive on these little scuffles in between classes, at meals, on the Quidditch pitch. It was like the Slytherins wanted to prove they had power behind them, as well as money, and the Gryffindor's wanted to show off the fact that they had the Great Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, and one that would probably wipe out all the Slytherins Death Eater parents. But whatever the reasoning, Hermione was silently thankful nothing had eventuated.

She took a seat between Harry and Ron on one of the two long wooden tables that ran the length of the Greenhouse, opposite one another. The Slytherins seated on the opposite table; silently leering at the Gryffindor's who were doing the same. If Professor Sprout noticed the tension she didn't show it, and continued on with the lesson as though nothing as wrong. She spoke of O.W.L results, welcomed them all to N.E.W.T level Herbology and explained that lessons this year would be infinitely more difficult than what they were used to.

"This year the headmaster has decided to take on a different teaching method, for Herbology NEWT's, not only to gain a greater understanding of the magical properties of the more exotic plants, but also to create a greater house unity between our rival houses. So this year, we will be using portkeys to transport us to different places on the continent in order to gain information on particular plants and their uses. I shall be pairing you up with someone from the opposite house and you will be going in pairs to discover a different plant. AT the end of the year you and your partner will present a report on the findings of 5 plants and their uses together in a potion. That will mean researching not only the plants, but for a potion that all 5 plants can be used together in. Then you will make the potion and present it with your research. This will make up 80 of your mark so it is terribly important to learn to work together."

There was an outbreak of murmurs between the groups when Professor Sprout paused to take a breath. No one was quite sure how to take this news. Traveling around the world collecting data and plant species sounded terribly exciting, but all that researching, and potion making sounded less and exciting, and working with the Slytherins was just plain horrible. Their thoughts were interrupted by Professor Sprout clearing her throat to get the classes attention once again.

"Of course, we aren't just going to send you out there with no idea what you're doing. In our next lesson, I will be taking all of you to a location and giving you and idea of what we're after and that you won't be going into this blindly. At the end of the lesson you will be getting your partners and then the lesson after that we will go though all the information you need. Then the assignment will begin. Right then, any questions?" she asked, glancing around the room. No one had raised their hand save one. Professor Sprout sighed slightly.

"Yes Miss Granger?" she asked, nodding towards Hermione. She lowered her hand, "will these plants be ones found in our assigned books?" Professor Sprout shook her head.

"The plants we are asking you to find are not ones you will find in your text. They are extremely rare or unique plants, and while they are not in your text, they are in books in the library." Hermione nodded, made a note and went to raise her hand again when something hit her in the face. She sputtered and wiped furiously at her face, getting the dirt out of her mouth and eyes.

"Mr. Malfoy" screeched their Professor "I saw that, and such behavior is not permitted in my class. 50 points from Slytherin and detention." Draco just shrugged and smirked to the dark hair boy next to him. It was obvious that he didn't care if he was caught. Hermione caught his eye and he mouthed the word 'mudblood' to her, which caused her to clench her fists in anger and he simply laughed openly at her.

The class spent the rest of the time talking about the assignment and making notes. When the bell finally rung they packed up quickly and raced out the door.

"You stay back Mr. Malfoy" called out Professor Sprout. Draco said something to the blacked haired boy next to him, waved him away and approached the professors desk as the rest of the class made their way back up towards the castle.

The Gryffindor's chatted excitedly all about the coming assignment as they made their way up to Gryffindor tower. Having to work with the Slytherins didn't seem to be all that off putting. Hermione, however, didn't join in with the conversation. She was deep in thought about that had happened in Herbology with Draco, and continued up the stairs to her dormitory while the rest of her class sat around the fire in the common room.

She put her stuff away, changed into some warm clothes and lay face down on her bed.

Life wasn't that perfect.

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yay! New story! I'm at a point with Island In The Sun where I'm just stuck. So it's on hold until further notice. I hope you'll like this story. The title comes from a Gavin DeGraw song for Tristan and Isolde, which this story will be based on. Its an awesome song. Check it out at Gavin DeGraw website where you can listen to the full song.

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