Sorry about the wait people, but I had just started this chapter when my mom showed up for a two week long visit. I'm still in the middle of the visit, but I finally got the chapter done, and posted.

Disclaimer: on my birthday wish list would be the rights to Harry Potter, but I don't think in three day's JK Rowling is going to want to give a just turning sixteen year old the rights to her books. And really, I'd rather make money off of books that I right myself, not someone else's. (For those who did not get the message, I don't own any part of Harry Potter).

Remembering Hogwarts

Breakfast was almost ready when Miranda came sauntering into the kitchen, a smug look on her face. "I have done it this time!" she declared flopping into a chair.

"And what is that?" Hermione asked over her shoulder.

"I have found you the perfect man," she said, "he's rich, handsome, and single."

"No thanks Mandy," Hermione said turning back to the oven. She had a terrible history with dating guys. There was the one; who she couldn't remember to save her life; who had given her Laura, and then three others. Jared McDougal, Ron Fartsmarth, and Sam Klipper. None of them made it past the first date. It was odd, she would be queasy and uncomfortable throughout the whole date, and then at the end they just went to give her a kiss on the cheek and she would suddenly feel like she was burning up and collapse on the ground. She'd wake up freezing cold, and guilty for some unknown reason.

"What don't you want Mommy?" Laura asked, coming into the room wearing flannel pajama's with ballerina's all over it.

"I was just telling Auntie Mandy here that I did not want to go on another one of her dream dates," Hermione said, leaving the stove long enough to hug her daughter.

"Do you ever want to find a boy Mommy?" Laura asked as Hermione dished out some cheesy scrambled eggs and toast for Laura and herself.

"And ruin the girl power in this house?" Hermione joked, "Never!" Laura started to giggle and took a bite of the eggs.

"Hey where's mine?" Miranda asked in mock indignity.

"I was supposed to make you some?" Hermione asked in shock, her eyes wide. Miranda rolled her eyes and got up to make herself something. "Gee, you take everything so seriously," Hermione said as she finished a bit of toast, "yours is in the pan. I'm not your mother I don't have to dish out yours for you too."

"So what are we going to do today Mommy?" Laura asked with wide eyes. It was a Saturday and on Saturday the three of them went off and did something together, and on Sunday's just Laura and Hermione who went out.

"We are going with your mother on her date," Miranda said sliding back down into her seat.

"Really?" Laura asked piping up, "You mean I actually get to meet one?" Hermione laughed into her eggs at her daughter enthusiasm.

"Of course," Miranda said, "today was the only day he was free for a long time, and he didn't mind the two of us coming along."

"One problem with that," Hermione said standing up to take her empty plate to the sink, "I'm not going to meet him."

And once again Hermione found herself losing the battle against her daughter and best friend. And two hours later she was dressed in a nice pair of black pants, a purple casual fancy type shirt, and polished shoes to go to some family restaurant to meet the next 'dream' guy for her.

"That's him there," Miranda giggled nodding to a back both. She had explained earlier she had seen pictures of him on the website she had found him on. At first glance Hermione's heart did a back flip. He was gorgeous. Drop dead gorgeous. He looked to be about her age, had white blond hair, steel grey eyes, and was dressed almost to fancy for the restaurant. But as they got closer Hermione couldn't help but notice that he looked like the boy in her dream, and a lot like her own little girl. A twinge of fear gurgled in her stomach, but she squashed him back determined to show her best friend that she could go on a date without getting sick.

"Mr. Malfoy?" Miranda asked as they reached the table. He looked up, smiled, and stood up.

"Yes and please, call me Draco," he said taking her hand to kiss it. "You must be Miranda, who I talked to online."

"Yes," Miranda said with a small blush, "and this is the friend I told you about Hermione Granger."

Draco turned and kissed Hermione's hand as well, "The pictures Miranda sent do you know justice," he said.

Hermione withdrew her hand from his gasp, "Pleasure to meet you. And this is my daughter, Laura." She watched his reaction carefully, she told all the guys she dated that she had a daughter, all pretended to be ok with it, but Hermione could tell that they weren't.

The smallest, almost undetectable hint of shock passed his face, but he squatted down and took Laura's hand and kissed it as well, "Well aren't you a little Princess," he said. "How old are you."

"Nine," Laura said proudly, "but I turn ten August fifteenth."

"And a wonderful August fifteenth it will be," he said standing up and lifting her into the booth. Hermione sat next to her, Miranda across from, and Draco across from Hermione.

Laura leaned over to Hermione and said in an almost loud whisper, "I like him Mommy." Hermione smiled and hugged her.

"Hermione," Draco said grabbing her attention, "that is a wonderful name." Hermione looked at him as shock poured through her. "Since when does Malfoy act this nice?" floated across her mind, "He's up to something." She instantly squished the thought. She was suffering lack of sleep or something. But the more she looked at him the more familiar he looked. She dismissed it as the similarities between her daughter and him.

Extremely freaky similarities now that Hermione thought about it. They had the same colour hair, same pale complexion, same high cheekbones and pointy nose, and his eyes were the same shape and slightly lighter in colour then Laura's. Anyone looking at the table would think Laura was Draco's daughter. "You're over thinking," Hermione told herself, "I'm sure Draco is a very nice man, you're just not giving him credit."

"Hermione!" a voice cut through her thoughts, she looked up at Miranda. "What do you want to drink?" That was when Hermione noticed the waitress standing by the table with a notepad and pen.

"Oh, water please," Hermione said. Apparently she was the last to order drinks because the waitress turned and left. Hermione slide out of her seat, "Would you excuse me for a moment?"

"Of course," Draco said, looking like he was going to stand up with her.

"Are you feeling ok Hermione?" Miranda asked.

"I'm fine," Hermione said and headed for the sign that read 'Washroom'.

But not before she heard Laura say the most embarrassing thing Hermione could ever hear, "Mommy usually gets sick around boys," Laura said in her confiding voice, "that's why Auntie Mandy is worried." Hermione shook her head slightly, cheeks burning, as she pushed open the door to the bathroom.

The washroom was well kept with two stalls, a normal one and a handicap one, two sinks, two mirrors and one paper towel dispenser. Locking herself in the smaller of the two stalls she sat on the toilet seat, leaned forward and rested her head in her hands, she had to figure this out. She went into a trance like state as unknown and unwanted visions, sounds, and feelings came to her.

She was opening a letter, a dreaded letter at that. The letter said she had three proposals of marriage. Then she was suddenly no more then fourteen dancing in the arms of a seventeen year old boy. She could feel the sting of a slap across an already bruised face. The blond boy from her dreams was suddenly bouncing down a hall as a ferret. Someone was telling her to hang onto her memories. She was in a white wedding dress facing the blond boy from her dreams, the blond man waiting for her in the restaurant. 'No, I will not marry him,' escaped her lips.

A bang on the stall door snapped Hermione out of the illusions she was having. "Hermione," Miranda's voice came from the other side of the metal, "are you alright?"

"Just peachy," Hermione said, "I'll be out in a sec."

"Alright," Miranda said and left. Hermione stood up and unlocked the door to step out. Whether she believed what she just saw; or dreamed about earlier; or not she was a little nerves about going back out to see Draco Malfoy.

And there she be, the newest chapter for the story. I had fun writing it, and if you couldn't really follow the jumpiness in the flashback part that's OK, that's why I made it jumpy.

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