A/N: One hundred percent AU. Harry and Ron left Hermione behind to look for Horcruxes and then Hermione's mandatory presence at Hogwart's is requested.

Pairing is Hermione/Draco, rated M for themes of profanity, perhaps smut, torture, and death.

Let me know what you think :)? X

MEMOIRS OF AN UNTOLD STORY

CHAPTER ELEVEN:

SO BEAUTIFULLY WRONG

oOo

"What do you want?" Hermione turned around and wiped at her cheeks quickly before tiredly turning back over to see the Draco she felt like she was so close too, yet so far apart. He stood there, like he wanted to tell his story to her so much but always stopping himself. Hermione folded her arms, watching Draco have an inner battle with himself; to speak, or not to speak.

"Tell me what's going on with you" Draco finally spoke, each word deliberate and careful. He still stood there, like a statute, nothing like how he was in her visions… In her visions he was a loose, desperate, caring, loving Draco, a Draco who had seen the death of everyone he knew and loved, a Draco who loved her and did whatever he could to protect her.

"Nothing is going on with me" Hermione knew he wouldn't buy those stupid, careless words but she said them anything.

"You were acting unusual this morning" Draco's eyes were still on her like a trained killer, "It was almost like you wanted to say something to me…".

Yes. "Nope" Hermione shook her head.

"Are you positive?" Draco frowned, "I don't know if you've noticed, but I can keep a secret".

And then, without knowing what she was saying, Hermione heard herself say, "Hypothetically speaking, if someone was having… visions, dreams, of what they thought was the future… And they knew someone who was in those… visions… should they tell the other person or not?" she knew she had basically given herself away but her insides were calling out for Draco in a way she didn't know they could and since nobody else was showing her any faith, not even her own friends…

"Hypothetically speaking" Draco started off with what Hermione thought was a little smirk but then it vanished completely, "If the person having these visions wants to tell the other person in their visions about it then I don't see anything wrong with that. Hypothetically speaking… How does this person know it's real visions and not just dreams? I recall once hearing of this person's inability for… Divination" and that was a definite smirk.

"Hypothetically speaking" Hermione gritted out, "This person definitely knows these visions are real because I can assure you, this person would definitely not be dreaming up what's… in those visions".

"Is there something you want to tell me Granger?" Draco finally got straight to the point, "I'm not going to start spouting out 'You can trust me, let's pray together' but… I do have to watch you right now and make sure you don't screw anything up so… Unless Potter's making a dash return to Hogwarts, I'm sure I can keep whatever you're about to tell me a secret".

"Frankly I don't see why I should" Hermione bit out, "We've practically hated each other from the start of our births and why should I trust you now? Yes, you're drawl is sometimes amusing and yes, I do believe you aren't truly evil but if you're going to act all cocky and insensitive about this then you don't deserve to know!".

"Typical Granger" Draco rolled his eyes. He turned around and walked back into the Common Room, slouching down on the couch, "I'll be out here when you're ready to tell me what the hell's going on".

"Shove it, Malfoy" Hermione barked, slamming her bedroom over. She took a deep breath and turned on her bedroom light. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe it wasn't real visions at all. Maybe it was just her crazy imagination, except… Except Hermione knew deep, deep, inside of her, these visions were real and screaming out to her to be changed. But one thing she did know, if her friends reacted the way they did then Malfoy could never, ever know.

And without warning, something sinister and eerie crawled over her skin and she was sucked into her dreamland again. As her body hit the ground, the vision came to her. Not of that horrible gritty world she left behind, but a happy and colorful Wizarding World she helped create.

And that wasn't even that half of it.

"Hermione? Hermione?" a voice called out to Hermione and when she lifted her head she was no longer lying on the floor but sitting at a table… In the Three Broomstick Inn. Hermione looked over and saw none other than the welcoming face of Cho Chang.

Hermione was about to swear in shock at how she had suddenly got here but then she looked down and saw that she was wearing Ravenclaw fingerless gloves. Ravenclaw? How had this happened? Two moments ago she had been a field with Draco, about to die and now she was having a butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks Inn with Cho Chang? Something was very wrong here.

"Hermione, you need a good night's sleep" Cho laughed, "We all know you're the cleverest girl in Ravenclaw, well the school actually, but you do need to sleep, remember!".

Hermione managed an uneasy smile. Ravenclaw… She was in Ravenclaw? Everyone seemed… happy. And not just happy but… content, peaceful. Too peaceful. This was too confusing. Was she in the world that resulted from Tom Riddle's death? Didn't Draco say they would forget that world ever existed?

"Cho" Hermione began quietly, "Do you happen to know where Harry is? Or Ginny? Or Ron?".

Cho's face screwed up with confusion "Harry who? Harry Tyler? The fourth year? What do you want with him? And don't even mention those Weasley's to me again" she shuddered, "That Ron one has had a crush on you since 1st year, it's pathetic, he seriously needs to go out, make some money for his poor family and dye his hair".

Although these insults were directed at Ron, Hermione felt a flush of anger flood her body, all the way into her fingertips. "Excuse me, Cho. I just remembered I had to do something" she stood up and walked towards the door, quickly catching a glimpse of herself in the window reflection. Her jaw dropped as she stared.

Her hair was blonde and sleek and shiny. Her skinny blue jeans fitted around her curves and flattered her in a way she never thought was possible. A white vintage blouse hung fashionably on her top, paired with brown ankle-boots and a feminine leather jacket. Hermione had to admit… She was hot. And as many people said goodbye to her as she left, a little bit popular.

Outside was cold and as familiar as ever, snow drizzled down and Hermione wondered if the snow followed her around or did she follow the snow?

"Hello my gorgeous bestie!" an arm slipped itself into Hermione's and she looked up to see Penelope Clearwater. This was just getting weird. Penelope looked different… More stylish… More confident… More popular. "How did you get away from Cho-Chang-I-slept-with-your-man-and-all-of-his-friends-in-a-gangbang?" she giggled.

"I made an excuse" Hermione frowned, letting Penelope pull her back up to Hogwarts.

"What's wrong, Hermione?" Penelope frowned, "You seem a little weird".

"Oh it's nothing" Hermione shook her head, "I'm just feeling a little sick. Remind me quickly, didn't you and Cho used to be best friends?".

Penelope's eyes narrowed, "Yes, we all did, remember? It was us three, you, me, Cho… Until she stole my man in 5th year".

"And this year would be our…?" Hermione frowned.

"7th?" Penelope's face fell, "Hermione, what the fuck is going on?".

"Got you!" Hermione suddenly yelled and Penelope's face rose with relief and a smile.

"You really have got to stop these pranks!" Penelope giggled as they continued walking to Hogwarts.

"I really have to" Hermione nodded gravely, "…So, what's the new gossip? Anything going on with that… Harry Potter?" she wondered if that would work or if she had totally landed herself in it again.

"Harry Potter?" Penelope screwed her face up, "Who's that? A new student?".

"No, he… Nevermind" Hermione shook her head. "What about the Weasley's? They… done anything news worthy?".

"Who even cares?" Penelope looked at her with disgust "I swear the only decent one out of them is that Ginny Weasley. She's a good Quidditch player but the rest… Well you know, losers, the lot of them".

Hermione bit her tongue. She needed to know more from her 'bestie' and snapping at Penelope wouldn't help anyone. "What about the Malfoy's?".

"Oh Hermione, don't torture yourself please" Penelope shook her head, "I thought Draco was going away during the Christmas break to get away from the break up? Don't start talking about him now, you've been doing so good!".

"I have?" Hermione felt her stomach plummet. Hermione and Draco had gotten together and they hadn't made it. They had broken up.

"Yes!" Penelope nodded, "I mean, for the two most Popular people in the entire school, you two had a good run, but it just didn't work out. I wouldn't worry about it too much. There's plenty of other hot Slytherins ready to take you out on a date".

"But what about our Blood differences?" Hermione mumbled to herself confused. And was she really one of the most popular girls in school?

"Oh please, what Blood differences?" Penelope had caught that, "I mean, yeah Draco's grandfather had a little bit of an issue but the Magical World stopped worrying about that kind of stuff like hundreds of years ago, or something. I miss out on History all the time".

They got to the entrance of the school and Hermione tried to find a decent excuse. "I'll see you later, yeah? I've just got something I need to do".

"Okay" Penelope grinned at Hermione and hugged her, before walking off, talking to other Ravenclaws Hermione recognized. As soon as Hermione turned around, she came face to face with none other than Severus Snape.

"Hermione" he greeted her with a warm smile and Hermione refrained from slapping herself across the cheek. What the hell was going on around here?

"Professor Snape?" Hermione looked up meekly. Why did he seem happier? Content? This was all wrong. "Professor, do you know where Harry is? No one seems to know him, is he a book-worm or something?".

"Harry who, dear?" Snape replied, looking like he had just taken 5 doses of Happy Pills.

"Harry" Hermione restated, "Harry Potter. Where is Harry Potter?".

"Do we have a Potter in our midst?" a warm female voice wandered up behind Hermione and next to Snape. Hermione frowned. She looked familiar… She looked like… She looked like Lily Evans. It WAS Lily Evans.

"Didn't we know someone called Potter when we went to Hogwarts, Severus?" Lily mused, "James Potter?".

"Yes, good old James Potter" Snape nodded, "He's an Auror now, I think".

"Miss Evans" Hermione shook her confused brain, "What are you talking about? Where's Harry?".

"Dear, I'm afraid I don't know who you're talking about. And it's Professor Evans on school time, Hermione" Lily smiled jokingly. She looked up to Snape, "Severus I'm going to lunch with Trelawney, she needs some womanly advice, would you mind?".

"Of course not dear" Snape leaned in to kiss Lily on the cheek before watching her go. "Oh Hermione, she's the apple of my eye, she is. So how are you doing? Since the split from Draco? Healing nicely I hope? If you ever need to talk, then I'm here for you. I know what it's like to have your heart-".

"Please stop" Hermione felt like she was going to throw up. What the fuck was going on? Harry Potter didn't exist? She was in Ravenclaw? She wasn't friends with the Weasleys? Snape was married to Lily? What else had gone wrong in this 'perfect' world? With a sickening thought, she suddenly realised that Snape killing Tom Riddle before he became Voldemort had lead to all of this.

She walked past Snape and began to run, ignoring his cheerful calls after her. This was all getting to be too much. She still remembered everything that happened. She remembered the beginning of her 7th year, when Harry and Ron had left her, she remembered being ordered to Hogwarts, to sharing a Dorm with Draco to falling in love with him. She remembered the very moment when Harry was killed, when her friends were killed, when her life was spared by a brave and conniving Draco. She remembered when they hatched their plan, when they left, what went down at Wool's Orphanage and how Snape had killed Tom Riddle instead of them. She remembered dying in the field next to Draco yet somehow… Here she was. Here she was… Awake in her new life, with her old memories. And thank god she had them, or she'd have never known things were horribly wrong. They had to be fixed.

Hermione had to get in touch with Draco. If she still remembered everything that didn't happen to them then so must he, right? She hoped so. Otherwise it would look like a desperate attempt to win back her recently ex-boyfriend. And then she began to wonder. What it was like to have a normal relationship with Draco Malfoy. How they could be together in public and hold each other's hands and not be ridiculed. Hermione Granger was actually popular. She was pretty and smart and confident and that had drawn Draco in. So what had happened to make them break up? What had gone wrong?

"Thank god!" all of a sudden, strong arms pulled her into them and Hermione looked up to see blonde hair. She pulled back and looked at Draco. He looked so… healthy. Not deathly thin but still lean. His hair shone brighter and his eyes didn't look tortured like they used to. That was a plus, kind of. "Please tell me you remember everything about what we tried to do and the other world before this fucked up one?" he rambled.

"Yes, oh thank god you do too!" Hermione cried, "Get this, Snape married Lily! Lily! Which means Harry was never born and- and I'm not friends with the Weasleys, I'm friends with Cho and Penelope, and I'm a Ravenclaw and I'm popular and- and, holy shit, this is all wrong. This is all our faults! After all this time of thinking Snape was against us he tries to help us and fucks it all up! What the fuck are we supposed to do, Draco?".

"Wow" Draco nodded, sighing, "That's the first time I've heard you swear. Like ever" he grinned then grimaced when Hermione glared at him and whacked him on the arm. "Look I know it's bad, we'll… we'll just have to change it… back" he paused.

"What?" Hermione sought out his eyeline.

"It's just…" Draco began, "Before I apparated over here to find you… I was with my parents and they were happy. They were content. It was amazing. My father wasn't all prejudiced or crazy or stuck up and my mother was relaxed, she wore her pyjamas to breakfast and helped the help…".

"And that's great Draco" Hermione told him fiercely, "Really, it is… But technically, what we tried to do, what was our plan, what Snape did… We killed Harry. We made it so he was never born, that was never our plan! Our plan was to kill Voldemort before he ever got a chance to become the monster he is! Our plan was to save everyone, especially the people we love. I've lost Harry and I'm not even friends with the Weasleys and we… We didn't work out… The world is all wrong".

Draco nodded, wincing, "No I know. You're right. I guess… we'll need the time turner. We'll travel back to before our past selves arrived at Wool's Orphanage and when we do, we'll convince them to stop. We'll convince them to go back before Harry died, before everyone died and save them instead and then…".

"And then we'll hide ourselves in the Wool's Orphanage and stop Snape from killing Tom Riddle. And then kill ourselves, again" Hermione forced a hateful laugh out of her mouth, "Our past selves will become our present selves and the fight will be on them. And since we're going to change what this world is, chances are they won't remember it".

"Probably not" Draco nodded. He ran his hand through Hermione's hair and smiled gently, "I like you as a blonde".

"Why didn't we work, Draco?" Hermione looked up to him, "You said we could make it work, but we didn't…".

"I have no doubt in my mind that this break up wouldn't have lasted long" Draco chuckled, "One of these days we're going to get married and have a big house and this right now will one day be a story we tell our grandchildren".

Hermione smiled and reached up to kiss him. "Just so Hogwarts knows we're back together" she said, pulling away. "I'm guessing Professor McGonagall will have the time turner. She let me borrow it in third year but then she let me keep it when things with Voldemort got bad but since that never happened here, she must still have it, I hope".

"If that fails to work there should be a spell on time traveling in the Dark Arts section" Draco took Hermione's hand and they began walking towards Professor McGonagall's office.

"Oh god, do we really need anymore dark magic?" Hermione huffed, "If only there was a way to send a message back to my past self, when I was still at Hogwarts, before most of the Order was killed, before being moved to Malfoy Mansion as a prisoner".

"What kind of message would you say?" Draco frowned as they walked.

"To get closer to you faster" Hermione was almost afraid to say those words and Draco visibly tensed. "If I had pushed past your barriers sooner, before everything went wrong… I just think everything might be different".

"How would that work, Hermione?" Draco sighed, "You know it was me who asked to have you at Hogwarts under McGonagall's false pretences. Voldemort had to think I was just trying to get Potter's location out of you, if I had acted the way I truly wanted to around you… we both might not be here today".

"I know" Hermione pushed her hair back, "I just think if I had pushed closer to you sooner I would have trusted you sooner. I only really started trusting you when you helped me after… after Bellatrix's torture. If I had trusted you sooner, while at Hogwarts, I would have involved you in D.A, we could have done something, anything…".

"All I know is, I've loved you for quite some time and if you were able to get a message to your present self to do something, it might mess with things even more than they already are".

"I suppose" Hermione sighed dully and turned the corner and passed three very familiar faces, clearly all Professors. "That's Sirius, and Neville Longbottom's parents!" she whispered to Draco, who looked behind her after them. "I wonder how Dumbledore turned out" she muttered.

"Gay and married" Draco replied and Hermione's head snapped round to Draco in shock. Draco nodded in confirmation and grinned, "Good old Albus, according to my mother, he plans to adopt".

"I always had a gay vibe about him" Hermione nodded, "He's too nice and kind to be straight".

"Just be thankful some idiot didn't try to rehabilitate Tom Riddle. I feel severely sorry for the person who ended up with that crazy mother-".

"Oh my god" Hermione gasped, struggling to sit up from her position on the floor. Holy shit. Not only was this more confusing than she ever thought possible but she couldn't even understand most of it. First she was getting visions of the future, one where things carried on the way they where, where Harry and everyone died, where Hermione and Draco traveled back to kill Tom Riddle, where Snape killed him instead. Now she's having visions of the world where Tom Riddle was dead, with everything changed, without Harry, without anything familiar.

Hermione stumbled up and grabbed onto her dresser as she made her way towards her door. She knew what she had to do. Now. She couldn't tell her friends… they wouldn't believe her, or worse, they would believe her and they would hate her. This was too confusing. Hermione had to tell someone. She had to tell Draco. Hermione walked out of her room and into the common room, where Draco was boredly flicking through a textbook. He looked up at her void expression and frowned.

"You better be listening, Malfoy. Here's where it gets confusing".