'So, you and Draco were sent here from the past?' Ginny asked.

Hermione blushed.

'I'm glad that you two have finally come to your senses!' Ginny exclaimed. 'Imagine, Dumbledore meddling with time, because you guys were too filled with bloody hormones to see past the anger to other tensions,' she continued.

'I knew something was going on, though. I mean something besides you guys getting it on,' Ginny smirked.

'What "strange things" did you notice?' Hermione asked.

'Hmm. Let's see. You blushing for sitting on Draco's lap, for one thing. You do that all the time, and never seem the slightest bit embarrassed about it.'

'Good lord,' Hermione muttered.

'Oh, and I came back last night, after I left to drop the kids with Mum,' Ginny continued, dropping her voice. 'I wanted to borrow a wrap, and you had just gone out into the hallway. I walked across the room to catch you before you left, and I heard Draco snap, "Whatever Granger!" at you. I know that no man in their right mind, especially not Draco, the older Draco, I mean, would call their wife by her maiden name. especially not in that tone of voice.'

'Why didn't you say anything to me about it?' Hermione asked, getting up off of the floor. Ginny stood up too.

'I knew that you would tell me sooner or later if it was true, and if you got switched back, I didn't want your real older self to think that I was crazy,' Ginny replied. 'Now, I'll be available if you need to talk. Just Floo me. But wait an hour or so, because I need to go home and calm Harry down.'

Hermione sighed.

'All right. Just please don't tell him the truth. It could really screw up the past if too many people find out about this switch, and someone tells us what happens in the past.'

'Duh,' Ginny said.

Hermione went up to the bedroom, where Draco was now alone, pacing.

'What's wrong?' he asked her worriedly, coming over to her.

'I'LL TELL YOU WHAT'S WRONG, DRACO MALFOY!!!!!!!!!! YOU!!! THAT'S WHAT'S WRONG!! You just had to go and say those things, and call Harry "Potter"!!! Why?! You know you're not supposed to let anyone know what's going on! We're supposed to be our future selves. No different. And yet, you just couldn't shut up and let me handle it!!' Hermione yelled shrilly.

'Let you handle it?!' Draco yelled back 'Oh, I suppose you were going to stop us from going to a Muggle café?!'

'Yes. I was!' Hermione shot back. 'I know you can't handle it!! I know you can't!! I was going to steer it away to somewhere else, because Aria was throwing too many temper tantrums today and making things fly around and smash, or something like that!! But noooooo. You decided instead you'd insult someone who you're best mates with!'

'I'm sorry,' Draco mumbled.

'Apology accepted,' Hermione huffed, crossing her arms.

'But that wasn't what I was asking about just now.' Draco said, his eyes flashing. 'I was talking about how your face is streaked and blotchy from tears. Did P-Harry make you cry down there? Because if he did -'

'It was a combination of him and you, actually,' Hermione said. 'You may be excused more easily, since you're not used to having someone like me to look out for you, you're used to having to deal with everything yourself. And two days ago you wouldn't even speak politely to me, let alone call Harry by his first name.'

Draco looked relieved.

'However,' Hermione continued. Draco's face fell again. 'Harry is a grown man. He as been good friends with you for some time now, and reverted to his old treatment of you in a heart beat. He still doesn't completely trust you, and it's at least six years past our time! Sure, he acted like he trusted you, but deep down inside, he was holding back! And that disturbs me! And I had to explain the situation to Ginny.'

Draco looked worried.

'Oh, don't look at me like that,' Hermione said crossly. 'Ginny promised not to tell him.'

'I'm really sorry, Hermione,' Draco said. 'I'm sorry I blew our cover, and that I lost control. I'm just...sort of nervous around Muggles.'

'Why? I thought you just didn't want to be near the crowds,' Hermione said. 'Isn't this place near a Muggle village? Didn't you have near collisions with helicopters on your broomstick when you were younger?' she teased.

'Yes, well, see, I was sort of spotted on my broom by this old Muggle, who was in his garden, and he, uh, shot at me,' Draco explained embarrassedly.

Hermione laughed.

'I'm sorry,' she eked out between giggles.

'It's not funny,' Draco said indignantly, turning pink. 'I'm sure you must have been afraid of wizards at one time.'

'Not really,' Hermione answered, finally finished laughing. 'I was just afraid that I wouldn't know enough.'

'Well, that explains why you always sound like you've swallowed the textbook,' Draco smirked.

'Which is why I have the highest marks in our grade,' Hermione smirked right back.

'Don't remind me,' Draco groaned.

'Jealous, Dray-co?' Hermione teased, tracing her fingers down his jaw line.

'Me? Never!' he denied, though his voice was softening under her touch.

'Will you apologise to Harry?' she asked, coming closer to him.

'If he'll apologise to me,' Draco compromised, placing his hands on her waist and closing the gap between them

'Do you think that Ginny would let him get away with not apologizing?' Hermione laughed.

'At least someone can control him. You never could, really,' Draco teased.

'But I can get you to do what I want,' Hermione smirked.

'Why do you think that, woman?' he asked, pretending to be affronted.

'Because you're a man,' she teased softly.

'Just a man, huh?' Draco smirked.

'No, not just a man. You're my man,' Hermione replied, grinning mischievously before she kissed him.

Hermione ran her hands up Draco's chest as he deepened their kiss. Draco slid his fingers underneath the edge of Hermione's shirt. She tugged his shirt out of his waistband, and he peeled it off over his head.

Just then, a shriek came from behind them. Draco groaned as he and Hermione had to stop their enthusiastic snogging. Hermione reluctantly turned her head as she slid her arms around Draco.

'Ginevra Potter!' she reprimanded. 'Don't Apparate into our bedroom like that!'

'Well, sor-ry! It's 1:00 in the afternoon! I didn't think that you two would be like this, this early in the day,' Ginny squeaked, her face beet red. 'Especially considering the circumstances!'

'Very convenient circumstances,' Draco murmured to Hermione.

She stifled a giggle.

'Why are you here, by the way?' he demanded of Ginny. 'And why do you have such bad timing?' he complained.

'Well, I just came over to say that Harry will apologise if you do,' Ginny told him. 'And I do not have bad timing. You guys just can't keep your hands off each other. You're sure making up for lost time! How are you going to manage to behave when you get sent back to school?'

'Maybe we won't manage it,' Hermione said, and then blushed, shocked at her own words.

'Okay...' Ginny said, looking even more uncomfortable. 'I'll just see you tomorrow then.'

She Disapparated with a crack.

'Well, she sure ruined the moment,' Draco said a moment after Ginny had left. He pulled his shirt back on.

'I'm sure there will be other moments,' Hermione said impishly.

'I hope so,' Draco replied, putting an arm around her shoulders as they walked out of their room.