Hermione was awoken by a pounding on the door.

'Malfoy! Wake up and come out or we'll blow this door off its hinges!' Ron's voice bellowed through the door.

Damn. Back in the present, Hermione thought woefully.

Draco regretfully got out of bed and threw on his bathrobe, tying it as he walked to the door. He opened it just wide enough for him to stand in the opening. Hermione hid from view behind the curtains on Draco's four poster dormitory bed.

'What do you two want?' asked Draco grumpily.

'Where the bloody hell is Hermione?' Ron demanded.

'She was supposed to meet us at breakfast,' Harry added, somewhat more calmly in explanation. Harry and Ron were both already dressed in Quidditch robes.

Hermione pulled Draco's Slytherin house robes around herself and joined him at the doorway. She slipped under the arm he had holding the door.

'You two may want to go and sit down,' she told them.

'You-'Ron gagged. 'And him-in school?'

'Come on, Ron,' Harry said, tugging at Ron's sleeve. Harry looked sort of pale.

Hermione closed the door. 'We'd better get dressed.'

'Must we?' Draco asked, putting his hands on her waist and pulling her towards him. 'Why bother, when we could stay here, and not get dressed,' he added, giving her a naughty grin.

'Yes, that would be very nice, but we need to go out and explain,' Hermione said, drawing away from him. 'But I'll need to borrow some of your clothes, since mine are all in my room.'

She began looking through his trunk, and finally pulled out a shirt and some sweatpants.

'Sweatpants?' she asked, pulling them on over a pair of his boxers. 'You own sweat pants?' She put on the shirt.

'Well, just for when it gets cold at night. I would never wear them out,' he defended.

'I never thought you would,' Hermione comforted, smiling at him. She put her arms into Draco's Slytherin robes.

'Why the robes, 'Mione?' It's Sunday,' Draco emphasised.

'I just want to send those two over the edge,' she said, smirking.

'Oh, I believe we've already done that,' Draco said as they left the room.

Harry and Ron were sitting on one of the couches, silent. Draco and Hermione sat down together on the opposite couch.

Oh dear. They'll never go for this. They'll never speak to me ever again. They won't let me help them anymore.

'Well,' she began. 'To make a long story short, Dumbledore blasted us into the future, where we're married. Apparently, there's some sort of prophecy, and Dumbledore wanted us to fall in love faster, or something.'

'It worked, as I'm sure you can tell,' Draco drawled, smiling lazily at Hermione.

'Yeah, well, I knew about the prophecy, and-' Harry got interrupted.

'What?! You knew, and you didn't tell me?' Ron exclaimed indignantly.

'And, er- well, Ginny and I were sort of blasted into the future too,' Harry said. Hermione's jaw dropped. 'Where she and I are married,' he added for Ron's benefit.

Ron gawped at him.

'So, you knew when Draco lost it, what was going on?' Hermione asked. Harry nodded. 'And, when we went out to eat... Hold on. Ginny! I'm going to kill her!'

'Why?' Ron asked.

'Well, er, see, Ginny sort of Apparated in unexpectedly several times...' Hermione trailed off, because Ron was getting very embarrassed.

It suddenly registered in his brain what Harry had said.

'Hey! You better not have tried anything with her! Married or not, I don't care, because you knew you'd be back to this time period!'

Harry looked at him, a bit nervously. 'I think it's Ginny's decision what she does,' he told Ron mildly. 'And we were married when...stuff happened...so it's really none of your business.'

Ron's eyes narrowed, but didn't say anything in return.

'And that brings us back to what you two were thinking, sleeping together in school!' Ron shot at Hermione and Draco. 'Not that it comes as that much of a surprise that you two would get together, even though I didn't know about the prophecy.'

'What?' Hermione asked, taken aback. I thought I kept my fancy for Draco pretty quiet.

'Oh, Malfoy is such a prat. I can't believe the way he goes on about everything. He's such an arrogant berk. He has no compassion whatsoever for anyone's feelings,' Ron said, mimicking Hermione's voice. 'Now, can you tell me how we couldn't have noticed how much you paid attention to him, and cared about him from the way you complained so much about how he didn't care about your feelings?'

'Except for that fact that I actually did,' Draco interjected loftily.

'Yeah, well, you fancying her was pretty obvious too,' Harry said, shutting him up. 'The way that you two looked at each other when you thought the other wasn't looking wasn't a dead give away,' he said sarcastically. 'And the way you two would pretend to look at each other scathingly or glare at each other while Ron and I were yelling at Draco, when in reality, you just wanted to look at the other person free from notice. Draco, you barely looked at us while insulting us. You looked at Hermione!'

'So, you guys aren't upset?' Hermione queried.

'No,' Harry and Ron said in unison, grinning.

'We're right pleased you two have finally gotten it together so you aren't all snappy with everyone around you, suffering under unresolved sexual tension,' Ron said.

'Just, I mean, come on. Please. Sleeping together at school, where anyone could burst in on you?' Harry said, paling.

'Scary mental images,' shuddered Ron.

'Well, honestly, we did that when we were in the future, married. We won't do that in school!' Hermione said exasperatedly.

'Of course not,' Draco agreed earnestly.

Wow. That's something I never thought I'd hear coming out of the mouth of Draco Malfoy, Slytherin sex god. She smiled warmly at Draco, who proceeded to give her his double eyebrow raise. There's the Malfoy I know and love. She winked at him and he grinned back at her.

'Good,' said Ron. He and Harry looked infinitely relieved.

'Because if you get Hermione pregnant before she graduates, we'll blast you into next year,' Harry added, stopping his laughter, and looking quite serious.

'Thanks, Harry,' said Hermione. 'But I already have one dad – oh, damn! My father will not be happy about this.'

'Your father already knows-' Harry assured her.

'That I slept with him!' Hermione yelped, looking at Draco.

'-about the prophecy,' Harry added in a whisper.

'Who did Granger sleep with?' Pansy asked venomously, walking into the room. 'The insufferable know-it-all is no longer a virgin? Wait till I tell everyone about this, Drakey,' she crooned.

Draco leapt to his feet. 'Don't you dare!' he yelled at Pansy.

'Come on baby,' Pansy laughed. 'Give up the act.' She reached for Draco's arm.

Hermione's eyes flashed dangerously, and Draco yanked his arm out of Pansy's grip.

Stop! Stop! Stop! This relationship has to stay under wraps. Hermione thought frantically.

'I didn't sleep with anyone,' Hermione said. 'Dr-Malfoy was just trying to blackmail me.'

'Why?' Pansy asked, her hands on her hips.

'Because I failed astronomy,' Hermione lied.

'Why?'

'How should I know?!' Hermione exclaimed. 'Malfoy is just a self-absorbed jerk!'

'Why would he threaten you with telling people you two slept together?' Pansy asked haughtily. 'He hates you.'

'No, that was what Harry said I should tell people if Malfoy tried to blackmail me, to ruin Malfoy's reputation. But that doesn't matter, because I don't care if the whole world knows I failed astronomy!' Hermione yelled, a fire blazing in her eyes. 'So leave, Pansy, because you aren't welcome here!'

Harry and Ron looked anxiously at each other. Hermione had never exploded quite like this before, except when she slapped Draco in third year.

'Drakey, come on,' said Pansy, tugging at his arm.

'No, Pansy,' he said. 'I've got a Quidditch match '

'I bet I could find something that won't take too long, I promise,' Pansy simpered, moving sleazily, in a snake-like gyration.

Hermione felt the bile rising in her throat. Eww.

'No, Pansy,' Draco said. 'I need to keep up my strength for the match.'

'Oh, alright,' Pansy cooed. 'Bye, now.' She blew a kiss to Draco, glared at Hermione, and left.

Hermione collapsed onto the couch, into Draco. 'Well, that was close!' she sighed. 'So, my parents know about the prophecy?' she checked with Harry.

'Yes,' he said. 'Which sort of leads us to the next thing,' he stalled.

'Which is...?' Draco prompted.

'The moment you guys go exposé on all of this is the day that the death Eaters attack Hogwarts, the day the battle for England and the world begins,' Harry finished.

'Obviously,' said Draco. 'However, I fail to see how this is going to be a problem, since we aren't about to tell anybody.'

Harry looked at Hermione and Draco quite gravely. 'No, you don't get it,' he said. 'You two announce your engagement when we're ready, and we choose when the war starts.'

'No,' Hermione refused.

'Excuse me?' Harry said hotly.

'No,' she said again. 'That is a rotten plan, Harry.'

'Dumbledore and I thought it up together,' Harry said defensively.

'So, this is a command from the head of the Order?' she asked, annoyed. 'Fine. But I don't think it will work. And I will be speaking to Dumbledore about this.'

'Hey!' Ginny squealed, greeting Hermione in the Common Room, post-victory party for Gryffindor beating Slytherin.

'Ginny Weasley, I have to speak to you about something,' Hermione said over-sweetly. 'Or should I say, Ginny Potter?' Ginny's face froze with guilt. 'Shall we?' Hermione asked, gesturing towards the girl's dormitories. Ginny followed her silently.

'You knew the whole time?!' Hermione hissed, once they were sure of not being overheard, locked inside Ginny's dormitory.

'About what?' Ginny asked, trying to retain a resemblance of confusion.

'Ginevra! Do not fool with me!' Hermione yelled. 'You knew that we had been blasted into the future from the start, because you had been too!'

'Yes, well, it was smashing good fun to see you sitting on Draco's lap after only a few hours of being in the future. I had no idea you had it in you,' Ginny said admiringly. 'Who knew that behind you heart that is as "shrivelled as an old maid's" there is a wilder, naughtier Hermione?'

'Ginny!' Hermione admonished, appalled at this description of herself.

'Ah, yes,' Ginny said, smiling reminiscently. 'The only part that wasn't fun was, er-, when I sort of stumbled in on you guys in your bedroom, which I could have done without.'

Hermione flushed. 'And Dumbledore said we'd be alone.'

'He's got a twisted sense of humour, that man,' Ginny commented. 'Hey, but I hear you at least got in one real night with Draco before coming back to school,' she said, smiling slyly.

'Yes, and I heard you and Harry got some time in too,' Hermione said, smirking.

'Wha- Harry told you!' she squealed. 'Does Ron know? Oh, he's going to murder Harry!'

'Ron knows about it, and he didn't kill Harry. Harry told him it was your decision what you did,' Hermione broke in.

'He'll tell Mum!' Ginny half-whispered, in horror. 'She's kill both of us!'

Hermione had to laugh at that. Ginny shot her a look.

'Honestly, Ginny,' Hermione said, still smiling. 'Your mum won't find out, because Ron's too chicken to tell her. But she really wouldn't mind that much. She'd probably be pleased, because it would show that she's really got a good chance of getting Harry in the family permanently.'

'So, you and Draco,' Ginny said, changing the conversation again.

'Yes? What about us?' Hermione asked.

'Nothing, I'm just contemplating the look on Parkinson's face when she finds out,' Ginny said, smiling. 'And the look the face of just about every girl at Howarts. You'll probably get a large article in the Prophet after the war. "Muggleborn Witch Marries Malfoy heir." '

'Oh, stop it, Ginny,' Hermione said, horrified at the thought of it. 'We'll be getting too much publicity as it is because of the war. If we win, which I hope we do.'

'Hey, now! There's no need to think of serious stuff today!' Ginny said, popping them both out of their dreary imaginings. 'There's a party downstairs!' She linked her arm through Hermione's, and they trouped down to the Common Room.