A/N: I realized when I was writing this Chapter that my library at school has two copies of "The Tales of Beedle the Bard". Unfortunately, I haven't really gotten around to reading it yet, (exams coming up quite rapidly) but I was able to go through a quick scan of...two stories or so.

But anyway, here's the 3rd Chapter. It's super short, especially compared to the last one. I've written the 4th Chapter too, so I might update again today. We'll see.

I'm not really happy with it, in my opinion it should've been longer. It ended much too quickly for my tastes.

Read and enjoy!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling, the song "You and Me" is by Lifehouse. All I own is the (ADDED) plot and the OCs.

You and Me

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Chapter 3

"'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do,

Nothing to lose,

And it's you and me and all other people,

And I don't know why,

I can't keep my eyes off of you..."

-You And Me,Lifehouse

The next few weeks went by pretty quickly, the Golden Trio realized. Currently, they were sitting in the Great Hall having lunch. Hermione was reading The Tales of Beedle the Bard – again – attempting to be rather intrigued, though finding it slightly boring. Strange though, that she felt the strong need to read it every now and then.

"Blimey, Hermione. You've read that book, what – a hundred times in the last day?"

"Correction, Ronald, I've read it fourteen times in the last three days," she replied, her eyes not wavering from the line she was currently reading.

"But...why?"

"Honestly, I don't know," Hermione shrugged, still not looking up from the book.

Ron turned to Harry, who himself seemed interested in the Marauders Map. Ron was waving his hands in the air, trying to get his best friend's attention and help on the matter. Harry ignored him and stared intently on the map.

"Isn't it strange that I can't seem to find Professor Morrigan on here?" he said, completely off topic, getting death glares from Ron. Ginny leaned over to look at the map.

"I found him – no wait. That's Cormac," she said, a slight hint of disappointment in her voice. "Yeah, that is weird – hang on!" She snatched the map right out of Harry's hand, earning a grunt from her boyfriend. She pointed to a spot on the map. "Look! Malfoy just appeared! He's on the seventh floor..."

"Impossible," said Hermione, quietly putting her book down and leaning over the table to look at the map, which Ginny set on the table. "He couldn't have come out of the Room of Requirement...did he?"

"He just appeared. Isn't that just—"

"Weerred," finished Ron, through whatever he was munching on. Hermione looked at him, slightly disgusted, then turned back to the map.

"Odd. But he can't be up to anything right now. He wouldn't have been allowed back in Hogwarts if he did something like...try and attack Dumbledore again. And the Room of Requirement was destroyed, wasn't it?"

"Maybe. Why do you think he was allowed back?" asked Harry, furrowing his brows. "It's a little strange, him being a Death Eater and all...or ex-Death Eater—"

"Heeeyyy!" said a rather jolly voice coming down to sit beside Ron. Hermione looked up at Brenna, and immediately stood up, grabbing her book and bag that she carried to the Great Hall.

"I forgot," she stated, a little bitterly. "Prefect duties. I'll see you guys later." She briskly left the room.

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She didn't actually have Prefect duties at that time, but she felt it better to leave before she began bickering with Brenna. She seemed more like a Slytherin than a Ravenclaw. But why would a Slytherin spend more time with Gryffindors rather than her own kind?

Her own kind. Hermione laughed bitterly at her joke. It was a pretty bad one at that. Where had she heard "her own kind" before? Somewhere she didn't want to be reminded of.

Unconsciously, she walked to the library and sat down in one of the tables, taking out her book and reading again. She had just gotten to Babbity Rabbitty and her Cackling Stump when a book from one of the shelves fell down right in front of her. Hermione looked up to see what it was.

She could tell it was charmed, as it began to flip pages up to where someone seemed to have left a bookmark. Curiously, she picked up the white piece of parchment. Written on it was...oddly familiar handwriting. It was the same handwriting she got in Potions.

Remember me?

She turned around a couple times, trying to see if there was anyone, but once again, no one came. She looked back down at the parchment and the writing was gone. Instead, it was replaced with:

Well write something.

She frowned for a second, then rummaged through her bag for a her Self Inking Quill she got from Fred and George Weasley. It was unique because she didn't need to dip it in ink every now and then. She began writing:

Who are you?

A few seconds after she wrote it, it began to disappear. It only took a few seconds to get a reply.

Can't tell you that.

Hermione blinked a couple times. As the ink bled away, she began to write her answer.

Why not? You know who I am.

There were a few more seconds as she waited for the reply. Hermione guessed it was because he or she was either writing a lot, or they were thinking what they were going to say. Finally, something appeared on the parchment:

Of course I know who you are, Hermione Granger. But if you found out who I was you wouldn't believe me.

This wasn't Tom Riddle, was it? Perhaps a part of his diary was ripped and dropped in the book. She shivered slightly at the thought. She had heard what happened to Harry and Ginny that year. Harry had told her all about the Chamber of Secrets...and Tom Riddle's diary.

He was practically obliged to tell her. She was petrified by that damn basilisk anyway.

She just had to be sure.

You're not Tom Riddle, are you?

The reply came quickly this time.

No.

Hermione couldn't think of what to say as the ink slowly blinked away. How could it not be Tom Riddle? Maybe it was some sort of enchantment in the parchment. Some note-passing charm or something.

You sure you don't want to tell me who you are?

She asked finally. There was a long pause. Her leg began shaking uncontrollably under the table, she took out The Tales of Beedle the Bard and began reading again when she got an answer.

I'm quite sure.

She heaved a frustrated sigh as she thought of an answer.

You aren't very co-operative.

And the answer she got:

I know.

Hermione sighed, rather defeated when the message bled away and a new one came on the paper.

Keep this. Maybe we'll talk later. And perhaps continue this guessing game of yours.

A/N: By the way, I'm aware that I didn't celebrate Hermione's birthday, nor am I going to be celebrating any of their birthdays. This isn't really much of a "birthday" fic, and I haven't celebrated my birthday since I was eight, so I guess I don't really know how they'd celebrate it at their age. Maybe some chocolate frogs here and there, but other than that, I dunno.

The 3rd Chapter is called "Happy Memories" (by Sonny James) and the song quote is :

"And to me each day gets bluer than the day before,

The only way that I can put my achin' heart at ease is living with my,

Happy memories,

Happy memories..."