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It must have taken Hermione moments to apparate to the hallway outside Harry, Alphard and Draco's flat, but it felt like an eternity. Knowing that she couldn't just barge in, Hermione began to aggressively knock on the door, impatiently waiting for one of the three boys to open it for her.

Eventually, it was Alphard who opened it, looking wholly unsurprised to see her. "Look, I don't know what the hell happened between you and Draco, but whatever it is did a real number on him, and-"

She didn't have the time to listen to Alphard give her some speech about what a good friend to Draco he was, and how he didn't want to see the blond get hurt, especially not when she was trying to make it right. Shoving past him, she ignored his protests and marched straight into Draco's room, shutting the door behind her.

Immediately, her eyes locked with the Malfoy heir's form, propped up in his bed with a full bottle of firewhiskey, his eyes looking a bit red rimmed, but utterly surprised to see her. Had he really been crying over her? She could feel her heart lurching at the idea. "Draco, I love you, too," she said crossing the room as if she was approaching a wild animal. "I have since...fifth or sixth year probably," she added with a blush.

Draco looked miserable. "Why'd you run away then?" he asked sullenly.

Hermione sat down on the bed, to where she was close enough to touch him. "I...I needed to hear the truth about myself," she admitted. "There was something I was worried about...something that might have kept us apart, and well, I needed to be sure, before I could let things go any further between us."

"You aren't making any sense," he said glumly, before taking a pull from the firewhiskey bottle.

Hermione pulled the bottle out of his grasp, setting it safely on his nightstand. "This might sound silly but...I thought that your Aunt Hermione might have given me up for adoption, which would have made us sort of cousins," she explained, looking down at her lap. "I know you don't see it, but we have so much in common, it's eerie."

He seemed to be thinking over her words carefully. "I've never really thought about it past the name, but...I can see the similarities there," he admitted.

"Well, I confronted her. And I am not her daughter, so we are free to be together, but I feel that I need to tell you the whole truth, so that you are able to make a decision freely," she said, biting her lower lip, hoping that learning about who she really was wouldn't turn him off of her completely. "Your Aunt Hermione is a time traveler. She is me, come from some alternate future where Voldemort won and you and I were enemies."

At this point, Draco really was speechless, and Hermione desperately just wanted to know what was going through his head. Was she repulsive to him? Did he no longer feel the same about her? Was he going to try to send her off to St. Mungo's to be evaluated?

"Well?" she asked, feeling more self conscious by the minute. "Have your feelings for me...changed?"

"I really can't wrap my mind around what you've told me...I don't know how it can be possible," he said staring into her eyes, completely unguarded. "But I do know that it is impossible for me not to love you, Hermione Granger."

Hermione was sure that she was going to melt into a puddle right then and there if she didn't move, launching herself into his arms, she happily pressed a kiss to his lips, wanting to recreate the happy mood from earlier in the night. "We can figure it out together?" she asked, tentatively, knowing that she was going to do a lot of research into the whole two Hermione debacle.

"Tomorrow," Draco said with a very Slytherin smirk. "Tonight, I don't want to spend one minute out of this bed when I could be celebrating the fact that my very sexy and very talented girlfriend got her Mastery."

"Girlfriend?" she asked through sooty lashes, sighing when he pressed her body back against his pillows, greedy fingers already working their way up under her blouse.

"Well, that's what you are now isn't it?" he asked, hissing in surprise when she pressed her own cold hands under the soft cotton of his shirt, pulling it up over his head.

It was Hermione's turn to smirk at him. "I suppose so, boyfriend," she teased, before reaching towards the bedside table and grabbed her wand. A simple divesto charm had them both down to their undergarments in an instant.

"Oi!" Draco complained, not approving of the sudden cold on his pale skin. "I was going to take my time unwrapping you."

"I swear to Merlin, if you don't just kiss me already, I will leave," she whined, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a greedy kiss. Lips parted to deepen the kiss, their tongues moving against one another, tentatively at first, but growing bolder as they both learned what the other enjoyed.

With Draco settled between her welcoming thighs, Hermione would moan and arch against him, loving the way that he fit against her perfectly. When she thought about it, she couldn't help wonder if she and Draco hadn't been meant for each other right from the very beginning. The first time she'd met him, she'd been utterly drawn into him, as if they were pulled together like magnets.

By the time that they had stripped each other of their undergarments, they were both so aroused that it didn't take any hesitation to join together fully. Overwhelmed by the feeling of Draco entering her again and again, Hermione was powerless to do anything but move with him, answering every thrust of his with a parry of her own, egged on by his whispered declarations of love, again and again until they were falling into bliss with one another.