"Er... God? Heh, this is Draco Malfoy. I don't know if you know me, or even remember me. Hell, you're probably not real anyways, but... I just wanted to, you know, talk to you-if you are real. Though if you aren't I'm going to feel like a damn fool prancing around talking to some figment of whom I hope performs miracles... And if you don't give them out to Malfoys at all-well, then... I mean ... well, you should. We're not all that bad, you know. Anyways... Look, you know I don't prefer to talk about 'helping others.' And I most certainly don't like handing out my miracle points by asking for selfless acts... But this is sort of my fault, and I'd fancy a little prayer request if it isn't too much to ask for. -Granger's really sick. So is Potter too, but I'm not really praying for him at the moment. Its more for the Granger thing -but if you want to help Potter too (I mean he DID try to rid the world of Voldemort when he was only ONE) - The fact of the matter is I'd like to ask that something be done. I don't know what's causing all of this -but I think it has something to do with the time traveling Potion."

Draco Malfoy sat in a dingy looking class room alone, head tilted in less-than-silent prayer, knuckles turning white from clasping his hands together. "Its been three days now, and we can't get them to eat." He explained to the Deity, hoping for once that his hunches about God were wrong, and that God DID exist. "Potter's already a skinny little fruit cake -As well as Granger... Hermione." The word felt like slime on his tongue as guilt played in his mind. "I want you to help me out. -I mean, I know reliving the incident didn't change the future because my future self and past self have already gone and are going through this -er... well, I know you understand. -But answer me this. How can I help her -er- them? I know its not in my nature to be helpful, however, I feel I must press on the seriousness of this matter." Draco raised his head up from its position, and looked up to the ceiling. "Are you even listening?"

The ceiling did not answer.

"Probably not." He scoffed. "I mean, can't I just rewrite my past? -Does everything have to happen in a series of ongoing circles that never end? -Father says that we really don't have a choice on what we do -that its already been done and we're just living out what our future selves have chosen to do. But that's a bittersweet thing to talk about, isn't it? I mean -Our future selves didn't have a real choice either, eh? -THEIR future was planned for THEM as well! So I guess the only one who really starts the choice is you. That's why I came here in this filthy, disgusting room." He peered around.

"To discuss with you about all this shit that's going on. And yes I did cuss! Its not like your bible has a rule against that. Its only saying things like 'goddammit' and 'Jesus Christ!'," He smirked. "Yeah, so I've given your book a read some few times. It was to rebel against Father. -Father said you don't exist. Well, I say I'm seventeen, dammit, and I can make my own decisions on what's real and what's not! Besides, after what I've gone through I'll believe anything."

Draco buried his face in his hands. "But I didn't come here to talk politics or talk the meaning of life- I came here to discuss Hermione.. and Potter I suppose. I need to find a cure, and as far as I know there isn't one. And... can I be blunt with you?" Draco asked, eyes staring out the window that was caked in dust and grime. "You're not to tell anyone this, but... I sort of... feel something for Hermione Granger. Now, I know what you're thinking." He said, pointing to the ceiling and waving a finger at it, "You're thinking that I've gone soft! Well, I've got news for you. Draco Malfoy NEVER goes soft... just... a little more compassionate about things. And I..." He let his voice trail off for a moment. "I feel something other than lust or sexual tension between her and I. -I also miss the old Granger, you remember her? The one with the smart, witty, overbearing comebacks? Yeah. Her."

His eyes played over the floor as a small mouse scurried across it and into a hole in the wall. "Do you think things will ever go back to the way they were?" He asked quietly. "I mean, before Granger lost her memory. -Merlin, I was such a prick!" He kicked a chair near him and made it topple over. "Why don't you answer me, oh supreme being! If you're so high and mighty why don't you come off your pedestal and help me! You take took HIM away from me! Are you planning to take Granger too?" Draco felt something push against the bottom of his eye but he refused to let himself be subject to that kind of way. He was NOT going to cry.

Once again, the ceiling did not answer.

"Look, Granger's getting the worst out of it! Its like she's in a coma or something! -Can't you just help me out? Show me SOMETHING to help us?" His blood was pumping through his brains, faster and faster. "I just want SOME sign that you're even listening! Maybe you're too busy with KILLING PEOPLE or a hurricane disaster, but I REALLY need some help!"

No answer came.

"Fine then! Be that way! That's the last time you're going to hear from a Malfoy again. -Not that you cared about Malfoys in the first place." He grumbled, kicking a nearby bookshelf. A vibration was sent through the wood and a small, red, dust spattered book fell off the top shelf. Draco stared at the book in awed wonder. Could it...?

He walked up to the book and picked it up. 'Seven Remedies To Modern Chaos.'

"What's this? Some kind of mockery?" Draco asked, scoffing at the book. "Irony... very bittersweet, God." He was about to throw the book across the room when a knock came from the door. Draco quickly stowed the book behind his back when Colin Creevy stepped into view. "What do you want, Creevy?" Draco didn't even have the energy to sneer like his usual self.

"Oh g-good," Colin said, sounding very out of breath, "You're n-not upset."

"Why would I be?" Draco questioned. "Besides the fact that you're in my presence."

"J-Just... ca-cause... of what happened..."

"Look," Said Draco soundly, "Don't talk to me about it."

"But-"

"-I mean it-"

"-Your own father-"

"-Creevy-"

"-He died, Malfoy! Merlin, don't you have any remorse for him!"

"Of course I have remorse, dammit, that's why I'm locking myself up in a room all day!" Draco shouted, making Colin go very quiet. "I'm hoping it doesn't happen to my Mum next! Or-"

"-Or Hermione." Colin finished. Soon he wished he hadn't finished because Draco looked as if he were on the verge of killing or crying.

"I was going to say someone else -but heck. -What's another mudblood on this earth?" He sighed.

"I know that's not the way you feel about her." Colin said. "I might be a little on the -fruity- side of things, but I can tell caring a mile away -and YOU, Draco Malfoy, care about her very much."

"Fuck off, I don't have time for this little 'bonding moment'," Sneered Draco, but Colin blocked the door before he got through.

"I'm not done, Malfoy. -Don't you want to talk about it?"

"About what?"

"Your Dad-"

"-Shut it-"

"-Malfoy, we all need to talk about death-"

"-I don't-"

"-YES YOU DO." Colin said with persistence. "If you bottle it all up inside... it'll cause wrinkles!"

"... Really?"

"Er... sure!"

Draco looked very frightened. "Fine. We'll talk about it -but only for a minute -Then you'll ever forget that you ever talked to me." They both sat down across from each other. A long pause filled the room. "... Well?"

"Well," Colin said, "He died in Azkaban. How do you feel about the fact that you never got to say good-bye to him?"

"You know, maybe this wasn't such a good idea." Draco said, but Colin shoved him back down in his seat.

"Just say it. -It hurt."

"I-..."

"It hurt, didn't it?"

"... Yes."

"And you're afraid Hermione's gonna die."

"Now you're pushing it."

"Come on, just say it."

" 'It.' "

"Malfoy! You're never going to get anywhere in life if you don't admit to being scared!" Colin shouted.

"I'm not scared."

"Then why were you-"

"-Praying?" Draco finished. "I wasn't..."

"I was going to say why were you twitching. -YOU were PRAYING? I knew it! You DO love her!"

"Shit." Draco stood up from his seat and grabbed his book bag, slipping the book inside. "I told you to fuck off, and I mean it." With a scurry, Draco hurried out of the room, his face slightly pink and his heart pounding once more.