When nothing is the same

Disclaimer: I've forgotten about this, haven't I? Oh, well, Harry Potter is not mine, not now, probably not ever.

Author's Note: A virus on my computer deleted pretty much everything I had on it, including all my documents... I'm really sorry that delayed this chapter! And I want to thank all of you who reviewed, I might had quit if it weren't for you guys!

Chapter five: Lunch with Hermione

:.: "What did she want?" He asked and pressed a button on the phone before putting it back in his pocket again.

"Lunch."

"When?"

What is this, Twenty Questions? "In half an hour."

"Where?" He asked. "I'll give you a ride."

That shut her up for a second. Damn… "I have no idea…" :.:

DG

Fortunatly, according to Malfoy Hermione had some kind of favourite restaurante where she and Ginny usually ate. He had apparantly acted as her driver before this occasion, not that he normally did, they did after all have a man who was paid to drive them around, but today he wanted her as much within his eyesight as possible. And he did plan on driving to Blaise anyway.

Ginny was not comfortable with being cramped into a smaller space with Malfoy for a longer time than half a minute and absolutly refused to do it for half an hour!

And yet there she was in Malfoy's car (which probably cost as much as the house) and she had not even voiced her complaints. He had probably left me at the house if I had... Ginny rolled her eyes. If I didn't want so badly to see a familiar face it would have been worth it!

An akward silence filled the car as they drove off. Ginny began fidgeting with her fingers and her hair, she hated akwardness, especially when a guy was involved, even one as unpleasant as Malfoy. This is going to be a looong ride... Great, just what I need.

DG

The car they were driving was as modern and mugglish as it could possibly be, with leather seat's, something called GPS and what not. She had had a smaller heart attack when Malfoy all of a sudden pushed a button and loud music started to destroy their ear drums. Sure, her parents owned a radio, even a muggle one, but this was absolutly ridiculous! Who in their right mind wanted a thing like that?

"She's a beauty, isn't she?" Malfoy said almost with a caress as he looked at his stereo fondly.

She? Ginny nodded with a polite smile. "Yeah, um... sure."

"Bought the car after I spotted her."

Er... Okay...? "Cool."

"But you already knew that, right?"

Eh... no, don't think so.

.: "Now, that's what I call a real lady!" Draco said in total awe. "I mean, check her out!"

"Excuse me?" Ginny choked on her Coke. "What are you talking about? Or rather; Who?" She narrowed her eyes at every female she could see.

"Her." His eyes were practicly shining as he glued his eyes on a fancy silver-metallic car.

"Are you talking about the car?"

"The car? Do not insult me, Gin, I would never drool over a car! At least not over its exterior, that is."

She raised an eyebrow with an amused smile. "Love, did you just admit you are drooling?"

"Look at the stereo, love, the stereo!" Appartently he chose to ignore her comment.

"Riiight..." Ginny said and laughed at his offended expression.

Ginny groaned. Not again! "Apparently..."

What did those stupid memories want with her anyway? They just confused the heck out of her! She had only been in this world for, what? Six hours? And she already questioned her sanity! She was not married to Malfoy! She wasn't, right?

Ginny wanted to cry again.

DG

After twenty minutes of pure torture in an akward silence and strange muggle music (it was actually pretty good, once you got over the volume shock), they were finally there. Ginny stepped out of the car with the greatest relief. She cast an eye backwards to see if Malfoy had driven away yet and bit back a scream. He had stepped out of the car too and was walking towards her. You have got to be joking!

"Here." He extended a - cell phone? - to her. "Call me when I should pick you up."

She nodded with a half-smile. He's not going with me! She felt like doing back flips.

He turned his back to her without a word and stepped into the car again.

And she was alone. An odd emotion rose inside of her, a sense of loss... Don't be ridiculous! She scolded herself and stepped inside of the small, cosy restaurant. It was a very lovely place with lots of open spaces. Many people was there but it didn't feel crowded at all, some even looked oddly familiar... Strange...

She liked the place straight away. It had a homey sense to it which reminded her of the Burrow

"Ginny! Over here!" Hermione called from a window seat to her right, two plates of spaghetti were already on the table. Ginny headed there with a smile. Hermione looked just like she always did, with bushy brown hair and brown eyes. But there was something about her... She couldn't really put her finger on it... Then it hit her.

"Holy broomstick, Hermione!" Ginny flung her arms around her friend. "Does Ron know about this?"

"Know about what?" Hermione broke the embrace with small laugh.

"About your... condition."

"My...? Ginny, are you talking about the baby?" She asked and rubbed her belly that was twice the normal size.

"Of course!" Duh! "Mum's going kill him and I don't blame her! What is he thinking? Knocking you up in times like these!"

"Gin, you're confusing me." She sounded truly confused. "'Times like these'?"

The harsh reality slapped her in the face. This Hermione wasn't seventeen years old. This world wasn't threatened by Lord Voldemort. This world hadn't even magic. It slapped her hard.

"Ginny? Are you alright? You look very pale." Hermione took her arm and sat her down on a chair. "Here, eat some. Ginny?"

"Hermione." Ginny said in a small voice. "I think I'm going crazy."

And she told her everything that had happened to her during the day, she spoke about her memories and the 'other' Ginny's memories, what her reality was like, Ginny Weasley's not Ginny Malfoy's. She knew her voice sounded hollow and none-caring, but she couldn't muster to feel anything at this moment.

"Draco knows about this?"

Yes. Ginny nodded.

"And he was okay with it?"

No. "I don't know, don't think so."

"Well, can't blame him there." Hermione looked at Ginny carefully. "Ginny, don't take this the wrong way, but -"

- you're confused and crazy. Ginny's thoughts were very dry.

"- maybe you should see a... doctor."

A shrink, right? "A... doctor?"

"Yes, a doctor. Or Dumbledore or someone, he is the headmaster of Hogwarts after all."

Been there, done that. "The medical research school?"

"Well, yes. You went there." Hermione said gently.

"I know, I suppose we all did?"

"Yes, we did, it is the best school in the whole of Britain after all, even if you don't choose to read about medicine." Her voice had taken on a lecturing tone. "That is actually a pretty misguiding name since the school offers so much more. For example the economic course or the -"

Hmm... Why do I have a feeling I (as in the other I) have heard this before? She began to eat her now cold food, smiled politly and nodded at moments were it seemed appropriate.

DG

Author's note: Yes, I do realize this is awfully short and pretty much nothing happens! I just wanted to get chapter five out as fast as possible to show you guy I haven't forgotten about you or this story! Hugs and kisses!