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Flashback

Sunday, August 11th, 1974

Potter Manor

Hermione had crept out of the house just after the clock passed midnight. Today was a special day, it was the birthday of one of her best friends after all.

I miss her. Hermione sighed as she strolled towards the broom shed round the back of the house. It was officially Ginny's birthday as of about half an hour ago, even if the witch wasn't going to be born for several more years. Hermione's bare feet padded through the grass and the warm summer air tousled through her curls. Though some nights it was getting colder again, soon it would be September and they would be off to Hogwarts for their Fourth Year.

Which Hermione was longing for since she hadn't seen Remus, Sirius, Lily, Alice or Frank in over a month now. Sirius had written a few times since they had discussed writing him themselves to check on him; they were always short, clipped, practically lifeless and she knew that being back in that awful place was most likely draining his spirit.

Hermione reached the back of the house, and quickly made her way over to the broom shed, ducking inside the wooden doors. The light was dim, and she could barely make heads or tails of anything.

Then she had an idea, Hermione closed her eyes, taking slow, measured breaths, wriggling her toes in the slightly damp dirt under her feet. Trying to ground herself. When she opened her eyes, they were still hazel, but flecked with amber, and her pupils had changed their shape slightly. Then it was all crystal clear, and she smiled. She knew that her progress was slow, and this was all she could do so far, but she was proud that at least she could shift her eyes.

She located her broom against the far wall in a matter of moments, she grabbed it, letting out a small content noise when she felt the slightly rough texture in her palm. She had grown to love flying, she felt free when she was flying these days. She loved her family, but sometimes she needed some time all to herself.

Hermione smirked when she remembered a conversation she had had with Ginny back in her original timeline.

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"I don't know how you all enjoy flying around on broomsticks...broomsticks Ginny!" Hermione huffed, Harry was in the Hospital wing...again, and she was on her way there when she bumped into Ginny. She knew Ron was most likely off somewhere snogging Lavender senseless, but she could frankly care less. It wasn't any of her business who he snogged.

"You'd think after being a part of our world for the last five years and a bit, that you wouldn't have such an adamant adversity towards flying," Ginny smiled, voice light and teasing.

"It's ridiculous is what it is," Hermione grumbled.

"I thought you wouldn't hate it that much after Harry and Ron got you on a broom a little while back," Ginny pursed her lips, linking her arm with Hermione's as they turned the corner, heading down an empty corridor.

"How do you know about that?" Hermione asked in a flustered tone, colour rushing to her cheeks.

"Harry is one of my best mates, and we ended up talking about Quidditch and the such like. He also knows that I'm one of your best mates, and he thought you'd told me," Ginny shrugged, shaking her head and tossing her hair back over her shoulder.

Hermione frowned deeply, but didn't say anything else. She recalled Harry mentioning telling Ginny something or the other, but she heard broom and she'd stopped paying as much attention since they had a test the next day.

"Do you want to know about the first time I flew?" Ginny said after a few moments.

"I'm sure it was lovely," Hermione said dryly, not entirely sure how the conversation was still on Quidditch and flying.

"Not really to be honest, not going to lie, it was pretty shit," Ginny winced, and Hermione turned her head to look at the redhead with a concerned frown on her face.

"My brothers, the lot of them, didn't want their 'precious, little sister' to hurt herself, so they never let me join in or play Quidditch with them," Ginny started, Hermione rolled her eyes at how absurd that was, boys.

"So one night, when everyone was asleep, I snuck outside-pink nightie and all-and figured out a way into the broom shed...long story short, I swung my leg over the broom, pushed off and I had the time of my life. I can still remember all of it, I couldn't have been more than seven. The wind rushing past me, whistling in my ears, the chilly night air cutting through my thin nightie. My hands holding on tightly because whilst it was amazing, it was just a wee bit scary. I was so high you see. Well not that high, but it was terribly high for how short I was. I recall stumbling and falling off after I landed...but it was worth it."

"You're telling me that your brothers wouldn't let you fly with them, so you took it upon yourself to teach yourself?" Hermione gaped at Ginny, eyes wide.

"Yepp," Ginny nodded, grinning cheekily.

"You're insane, do you know that?" Hermione laughed lightly, shaking her head in incredulity.

"Trust me, I know-"

"As does anyone that's ever duelled you," Hermione interjected.

"Girl hexes some people a few times and it gives her a reputation," Ginny shook her head, looking almost saddened by that statement. Hermione knew better however, there was a twinkle of pride in Ginny's eye. Ginny was one of the strongest, kindest, most stubborn and fiery people she knew. She was glad to call her her friend.

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Hermione swung her leg over her broom and pushed off the ground. She had a lot of things to think about, her feelings for starters. Her heart was torn between two boys. One that she had an extensive history with, and one she had grown to know over the past three years. She loved both of them, but she knew that one of them she couldn't be with. Not now. This is going to be a long night, Hermione thought to herself, taking in a deep breath of the warm night air. She swore she caught a whiff of mint, but she shook her head, dismissing the notion entirely. Draco was fast asleep in her bedroom with the other boys.

In the Orchard, a grey eyed boy sat in one of the tall trees, invisibility cloak draped over the branch next to him, he was leaning back against the tree trunk, one of his legs hanging down, the other bent at the knee. Watching as Hermione happily flew about in the sky.

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Thursday, January 30th, 1975

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

The torches along the walls were lit, bathing the classroom in light. The Marauders were all sitting at separate desks inside a small classroom-towards the front-not too far from the Potions classroom; it was where Slughorn left them half an hour ago.

"Why are we in detention again?" Remus asked-they all knew exactly why, but the reason was so ridiculous that it needed to be said aloud.

"Because, my wonderful brother here," Draco paused to clap James on the shoulder, shaking his head slightly at the same time. "Got distracted by the fact that Lilypad was wearing some pale green eyeshadow and some lipgloss, and ended up almost blowing up the entire class. As he was riveted by her beauty, and his attention elsewhere besides his potion. Then he caused us to all to mess up as well by bumping into us. Slughorn thought it was us just goofing off...so he decided to put us in detention for not taking Potions seriously when it's such a precise, temperamental art."

"Think you covered everything, Dray," Peter grumbled. He was upset because his potion had sloshed all over the table, where he had rested the watch his Father had gotten him during the summer. A large splash had fallen on the watch face and band, melting it instantly. Something James had added had changed the nature of the potion entirely. Hermione was still working through in her head what it could have been.

"What I don't understand is how Evans didn't get detention with us, even though she was working with Remus," Sirius frowned. Tossing a balled up piece of paper at the back of James head.

"Cause she's Slughorn's favourite," Hermione said simply, brow still drawn together in concentration.

Draco scooted his chair back a little, then leaned back as he kicked his feet up onto his table, crossing his ankles.

Remus had snuck a quill and a spare piece of parchment into the classroom up his sleeve, and his lips were pursed as he made notes about bits of the Dungeons that they hadn't mapped out yet.

Peter was watching the flames in the torches twist and caress the air, his eyes looked slightly haunted, as if he was recalling an unpleasant memory.

James was sulking at the desk next to Hermione, tapping his fingers on the top of his desk and making a beat.

Sirius was currently humming and looking around-he was bored and trying to find a way to entertain himself. He'd used the only piece of paper he managed to stuff into his robes pockets absently earlier to throw at James's head.

"How long are we supposed to be in here anyways?" Hermione groaned. "We have Quidditch practice...and I will not lose because Jamie got distracted by a little makeup and how pretty Lily is."

"No idea," Sirius replied, head thrown back as he stared at the ceiling.

"The game is this week as well," Peter commented blankly, gaze unwavering, locked on the flames.

"Donovan has been making us practice with every piece of free time that we have," James added. He had shrunk in on himself a little bit, and had been silent up until that moment. "Especially after how well Regulus played in the last Slytherin match."

There was a long, drawn out silence. Sirius was still sensitive to matters involving his brother, he avoided him when he could, and ignored the things he heard Regulus's little friends say about him. He had ended up in a particularly foul mood when he saw how Regulus looked up to Snape. Which only made relations between the two even worse. Hermione knew that Snape, James and Sirius hexed each other in corridors and in between classes still-they just got better at hiding the after effects from her. She didn't approve, but when it came to Snape, anything she said fell on deaf ears.

"We're not mad at you mate," Sirius said, grimacing slightly, changing the subject.

"I just don't know what to do to get Evans to think of me other than some 'arrogant little toe-rag'," James confessed softly.

"Just be yourself Jamie, and maybe stop trying to show off all the time?" Hermione suggested gently.

"I'll try," James said.

Draco had a feeling that that wasn't going to happen for a little while yet, he loved his brother, but Lily certainly didn't. It was probably going to take time for her to take James seriously, and he had good information that it wouldn't be until their Seventh Year.

At the rate they were going, he wasn't sure how exactly that was going to happen, but only time would tell; hopefully it still did, and they hadn't messed up the past too much. Draco could tell that Hermione was thinking the same thing when he caught her eye. All they could do was wait.

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Tuesday, February 4th, 1975

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Quidditch Pitch

Gryffindor Vs. Ravenclaw Match

Hermione was grinning so broadly she felt like her face may break. The game had just started, and she caught sight of the petite girl in the Commentators box and it made her let out a small giggle.

Riley was the Commentator this year, and whilst she had been a bit more shy in the beginning of the Quidditch season, that hadn't lasted too long. Now she had grown into it, and she definitely wasn't holding back. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and it spread like fiendfyre through the stands.

"James Potter has the quaffle in his possession! He does a quick somersault and throws it to his team captain, who catches it with ease and is now flying straight for the hoops!" Riley commentated.

"He ducks under a bludger that was heading directly for him! Intently focused on getting the quaffle through the hoop!"

Hermione saw a bludger that was heading directly at her, and deftly swung her bat and with a loud crack as it hit her bat, it went hurling in the opposite direction. Hitting the back of the one of the Ravenclaw Chasers' broom. She sent Hermione a dirty look, but managed to right her broom before she hurtled through the air to the ground.

At some point a cold shower of rain began, clouding everyone's field of vision, and quickly soaking through their robes. It was a good thing Donovan made them practice as often as he did, because if he hadn't then how slippery her bat became would possibly have fazed Hermione. She grasped onto her broom tighter, faintly hearing the squelching of the wet leather against the wooden handle.

The match was pretty even so far, they scored once, Ravenclaw scored not too soon after. The only way this match was going to end anytime soon was if Draco found the Snitch.

Donovan told him to try and get a lead before he went to catch the Snitch if he could, but from the looks of it, if Draco didn't catch it soon, they weren't going to be leaving the pitch anytime soon.

"The rain hasn't slowed the game down at all! It's the opposite really! Players are being more bold-Donovan the Gryffindor team Captain and Keeper makes a remarkable save, the quaffle almost slipping out of his fingers. He throws it back into the fray! Directly at his teammate James Potter, who catches it with ease! His teammate Sirius Black covers his flank as a bludger is sent their way!"

Hermione was so caught up watching Sirius hit the bludger away from himself and James, that she hadn't been paying attention to the other one. She spotted Draco diving towards the ground, and she saw a glint of gold.

Crack! She felt something round heavily impact with the side of her head, and her vision blurred instantly. A jarring pain rang through her head, the side of her face felt hot. Before she knew it, her eyelids were fluttering shut, and she vaguely felt her bat slip out of her hand, and herself sliding off of her broom. The wind and rain coldly running over her body as she hurled towards the ground, her eyes locked on the sky as the edges of her vision faded to black. She blinked once, and she saw the grey clouds above her, she blinked again and then looked farther away now. Then her eyes closed and it all faded away.

...

"Get out of my way!" She knew that voice, she'd heard it for years. She faintly recalled a time when it hadn't seemed so concerned, much less concerned for her benefit.

"At least no one on Gryffindor team had to buy their way in,' said Hermione sharply. 'They got in on pure talent." The smug look on Malfoy's face flickered.

"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood," he spat.

"Malfoy," She murmured softly, her eyelids were still too heavy to lift, and her head was pounding, thump, thump, thump.

"That is my...sister, and I don't care if you think she needs rest or not, I am going over there!" The voice said again.

There were a few other words that all started talking at once, saying similar things to the first, after a long moment she heard a long pause, and then, "alright, as long as you're all quiet!" The female voice hissed.

She heard shoes scuffing the floor as the persons made their way over to her bedside. From the hisses that slid between their teeth, and the sympathetic noises she heard, she was assuming it wasn't good.

"We're here, Hermione," a voice whispered gently in her ear, taking her colder hand in his much warmer one. Another slightly rougher hand took her other one, and she knew without fail, exactly whose they belonged to.

With great effort, she pried open her eyes, it was bright, and she winced at how harshly the light was hitting her retinas.

"Hi," Hermione rasped out, she saw them, her boys, even if they were all still a bit blurry. She saw a flash of red hair, and then she noticed that they weren't alone. They had brought Riley, Alice, Lily with them, as well as Donovan and a few of their teammates.

"Happen?" Hermione managed to get out, her throat felt raw, and there was a foul taste in the back of her throat. She imagined that Pomfrey had probably thrown an assortment of potions down her throat already.

"They only just let us in," Sirius started.

"We won the game!" James added in, hoping that that was what she wanted to know. She faintly felt the corners of her lips twitch upwards.

"Draco caught the Snitch, and Professor McGonagall stopped you from hitting the ground," Lily interjected, shoving past James, and the others until she was beside Draco. She rested a hand on the top of Hermione's left thigh.

"How are you feeling?" Alice piped up.

"Like a bludger smacked me in the side of the head," Hermione said slowly, her voice scratchy.

"It slammed into your noggin something fierce," Peter said, frowning slightly, but he wasn't quite looking at her, which led her to believe that there was probably dried blood still on the side of her face. Peter wasn't good with blood.

"Mate," James elbowed Peter.

"What? It did, it sailed through the air and then, crack! Then you were falling off your broom and sailing downwards through the air. You were dangerously close to the ground and-"

"I think that's enough Pete," Remus told the smaller boy gently, who nodded slowly, but his mouth was twisted to the side.

"Okay, okay, she'll be fine in a few days, but for now, I want all of you out of my infirmary. That's quite enough excitement. What part of quiet do you lot not understand?" Madame Pomfrey huffed, hands on her hips.

"Good game, Potter," Donovan said, the first to leave. The others lingered a beat longer, Remus squeezed her hand gently, and Draco leaned down and whispered, "I'll get the cloak and visit tonight with Jamie." Hermione squeezed his hand to indicate she understood. Everyone saying they would be back to visit and wishing her well as they were ushered out.

Hermione dully stared up at the ceiling, and she recalled the numerous times she had visited Harry for exactly the same reason-Quidditch injuries. At the time she didn't know how he endured it, how he kept playing after he got injured so badly all the time. Lying on the starch white sheets, the pillowcase tinged with the coppery brown colour of dried blood, she couldn't help but understand.

It hit her then, as the sky got darker, and a gentle rain began to fall, going pitter patter, on the glass windows of the infirmary-how different she was from how she used to be. Scolding Harry not to be as reckless, and bewildered by his love of such a dangerous sport, one he shared with Ron. How she had to watch both of them play from her Fifth year and onwards. Harry's injuries never deterred him, and he continued to love it.

It was in those quiet hours spent by herself in the darkness, that she felt closer to Harry and Ron than she had in ages, finding that despite them being years and years away in the future, she was growing to understand them even better.

Hermione let sleep claim her soon after the realisation hit her that she was no longer who she used to be, she didn't rouse when Pomfrey changed her sheets, cleaned her up, and changed her into a pair of pyjamas that Lily had brought for her. Neither did she wake when her midnight visitors came, both silently crawling into bed with her, and surrounding her with warmth. She slept peacefully, and she dreamt of flying, flying with all of her loved ones.

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Friday, February 14th, 1975

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Valentine's Day

Hermione had fully recovered from her injury after a week, and she had been eager to catch up on the things she had missed in class-she didn't really need to since she had done it all before, but she liked being prepared and she had a mountain of homework to catch up on.

Today was the first time she had properly spent any time with Draco, and she had just about rolled her eyes at the simpering Peggy had done that morning at breakfast. She had sent a note sailing across the room, it's paper wings flapping heavily-Hermione set it aflame before it even reached Draco, calmly taking the piece of toast that Remus had buttered and spread blueberry jam across moments later. Reading the Daily Prophet as she did.

All of her boys had been sent numerous Valentine's and Hermione had glared at every girl as she did. They were her boys, and the girls needed to learn their place. The other Gryffindor girls teased her for it, but Hermione didn't care. Sirius had Riley, whenever he decided to actually ask her out, and Hermione had winked and told Lily that James was reserved for her, which caused the redhead to scowl. Draco was off limits cause there was no one good enough (Hermione didn't mention her feelings for him at any point, because they were supposed to be twins). Peter, well whoever wanted Peter could have him.

...

"What about Remus?" Kira asked, "he's fit."

"Remus is mine," Hermione had growled out, eyes widening as she noted how possessive she sounded.

Lily rasied an amused eyebrow, but didn't comment. Alice was happily watching the proceedings, Frank had asked her to go for a walk on Valentine's day after dinner, and she was giddy in anticipation.

Nancy wasn't interested in boys for the most part-she had had a crush on James Thomas, but that was it. Either way, her music was frankly way more interesting that any romantic endeavours.

"You can't keep them all to yourself," Kira whined, rolling around on her bed. It was late at night, but the girls had stayed up to predict how Valentine's Day was going to go the next day.

"I can do whatever I wish, plus, that Ravenclaw Fifth year and you seemed to be all chummy the other day" Hermione smirked, which turned the attention off of her as the other girls agreed and began to discuss Kira's potential love interest.

...

"You know it was Luna's birthday yesterday," Hermione hummed nonchalantly as Draco walked beside her.

"I didn't know that actually...Pandora certainly is as interesting as her daughter," Draco smirked. Since Riley had begun hanging out with them more, she brought her best friend Pandora Ollivander along a great deal of the time.

"Where are we going?" Hermione asked after a moment, they were currently heading down a flight of stairs from the second floor to the first.

"You're the one who left the Common Room, I'm following you," Draco raised an eyebrow, hands now clasped behind his back.

Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but found that she didn't have a response to that, instead she playfully shoved Draco. Her heart skipped a beat when his bangs fell messily in his eyes, and she swallowed thickly. Putting any indecent thoughts out of her mind as quickly as she could, mentally scrubbing her mind; forcing herself to think of other more innocent things.

Draco spoke suddenly, and she flinched involuntarily, but turned towards him with a smile regardless, "Since we don't know where we're going, perhaps we can go visit Marlene."

Hermione froze mid step-Draco kept walking, completely oblivious that he was now walking alone. It took him a few moments to notice that she was no longer beside him.

"Mione? What's wrong?" Draco frowned, changing direction so that he was heading back towards her.

Hermione hurriedly schooled her expression to that of indifference and naivety, pausing a beat before smiling pleasantly, "Nothing is wrong, Draco. I promise."

Hermione knew that having a Slytherin Mother was rubbing off on her; she was getting better at hiding her emotions and becoming more like Dorea with each passing day. As they got older, it was getting increasingly harder to pretend that she didn't know certain things were going to happen before they did, and she was almost positive that Remus suspected something was off; he was highly perceptive wizard after all, and one of the people she was closest to.

"I just remembered that I promised to help Lily with Potions, since she had questions about the Deflating Draught we were meant to practice brewing together, and to compare notes on our research for different poisons and their antidotes," Hermione explained.

It was a lie, since she and Lily had already done that the night before, and they had burned the midnight oil doing so. Kira had grumbled that their excited chatter was keeping her up, and had thrown one of her many pillows at them, burying her head under another moments later. Nancy had been up composing a song-she was writing all the notes she had so far down on her sheet music. The only one who had slept peacefully and wasn't bothered in the slightest was Alice, her teddy bear in her tight embrace as she slept soundly-Alice was a heavy sleeper, once she was out, waking her up was a mighty feat.

"Oh, I can-"

"No, no, you should go see Marlene, I know you're friends...plus you don't see her that often since she's a Slytherin," Hermione insisted. Draco pursed his lips, and reached forward to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear.

"You sure?" He asked, grey eyes searching hers.

Hermione could feel it thrumming through the air, it was palpable, and it was almost like she could taste it if she only dared to stick her tongue out. Change. She needed to make a decision, though it would only delay the inevitable she knew, how it was possible for her heart to belong to two people she didn't know, but it did, and it in no way made this easier. She needed to let him go.

"I'm sure," Hermione smiled gently, stepping forward into his embrace, hugging him tightly; his arms wrapping around her instantly. She wished she could see his expression right now, but she tried to focus on his minty smell, how warm he was and how it felt to be in his arms.

Then as quickly as it had begun, it ended. She stepped back.

She turned, backing him, "I'll see you later," and then she started walking away. It wasn't until she rounded the corner that she let the hot tears fall freely from her eyes, streaming down her face, she hiccuped as she broke out into a run. Black curls whipping out behind her, feet slapping against stone as her lungs burned, and she sprinted. She needed to put as much distance between herself and Draco, she couldn't even tell where she was going-vision blurred by tears-relying purely on her instincts.

Hermione's heart was tearing in several places all at once, she knew that Draco liked Marlene, so she needed to let him go for his sake, for him to be happy. She had prepared for this outcome, but she hadn't known how much it would hurt, how it felt like her veins were on fire, how hollow she felt all at the same time. She wanted to scream, but her throat felt constricted, tight.

Before she knew it, she was standing in front of the Fat Lady's portrait, "Trinkets," Hermione said dully. If the Fat Lady was alarmed by her tear streaked face, she made no indication of such; she swung open, and Hermione stepped through the Common room hole.

The Common Room was uncharacteristically empty for a Friday seeing as dinner had yet to start. Hermione spotted Remus sitting in an armchair by the fire, eyebrows knitted together as he read a text that was poised in his lap, one ankle resting on his opposite knee, his finger hovering over the page.

She knew that she could sneak up to her room, close her curtains, and throw up silencing charms-but something wanted, no, needed Remus right now.

She hurried across the Common room, Remus hearing footsteps approaching from across the room, looked up, a smile on his face as he closed his tome; until he noticed the state she was in.

"Hermione-" Remus started, but she promptly flung herself into his arms, thus cutting off anything else he wanted to say.

Remus made soft, shushing sounds, one hand resting on her back, the other stroking her hair tenderly. "What happened, love."

Hermione's response was to let out a choked sob, it was muffled by his chest, but he heard it all the same. He obviously decided that he wasn't going to get anything out of her that way, so he continued comforting her, resuming the soothing sounds. He shifted so both of his feet were on the ground, so it was more comfortable for them both.

When Hermione calmed down, she angled her head upwards, and she saw worried hazel orbs. Her breath caught in her throat as they stared at each other for a long, poignant moment. She didn't know who moved first, but she was leaning in, and her lips brushed against his. Softly, barely touching, their breath mingling together. Their lips gently press against each other, and Hermione stops thinking.

It lasts for a few moments before Hermione hears two very familiar voices, Alice and Lily's from the staircase.

Then panic rose up inside of her, rearing its ugly head. They both sprung apart, and she noticed that as his eyes widened, that they were flecked with Amber. Hermione is reeling from shock, and without a word, she bounds for the stairs, almost crashing into Alice and Lily. She doesn't let them utter a syllable before she grabs both of their wrists, and drags them back up the stairs with her.

Kira and Nancy weren't in their dormitory when the three girls burst inside.

"They're in the Great Hall with some Fifth year Ravenclaw boys," Alice supplied when Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Hermione, what happened to you? Why do you look like you've been crying, and why are your cheeks bright red?' Lily asked worriedly, she grasped a hold of Hermione's hand and she squeezed it tightly.

"I kissed Remus," Hermione blurted out, eyes wide, cheeks flushing further. The other girl's jaws dropped, both gobsmacked.

"Tell us everything," Lily insists, plopping down on Hermione's bed, Alice joins her, and Hermione is left standing in front of them.

"Well I guess it all began-"

In case anyone is wondering, and I can't remember if I mentioned it before. Dorcas Meadowes, Emmeline Vance, Marlene McKinnon and Mary McDonald were in the OotP, and it's thought that they were in Gryffindor with Lily or in the same year. Either way, I wanted to mix things up when I was deciding on where to put everyone, so that's why they are in different houses.

I am sorry, like I said, everyone dates more than one person in their life. Only dating one person is very rare, and highly unlikely, and I'm trying to be realistic. Only a few select people are lucky enough to find their 'one true love' when they are eleven and stay with them. As I know there will be questions about it, yes this is still a Dramione story, trust me it is. There's just a little bit more angst and ways to go before we get there.

Love,

Indieblue xxx