I am so sorry at how long it took me to update. It's just my birthday passed (YAY!) I've been studying for my drivers test, school has started. And I got the book Eclipse two days ago and had to read it. (It's a really good book, I finished it yesterday). But I set my mind to this story today, and I sat down and wrote this chapter for you all. And I have the ending all figured out to. Hehe. Have fun reading.

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Remembering Hogwarts

Draco was looking at her in shock, while she was looking at him in the same way. "H-how did you do that?" Hermione finally managed to spit out, completely forgetting that her arm was still in his hand.

"I didn't do anything," Draco said. "You passed out. I carried you here, and as you were starting to wake up and wiggle out of my arms, so I had set you on your feet and was going to ring the doorbell when you woke up completely. And you shouldn't stutter it makes you sound so unsure of everything."

Hermione's mouth opened and closed like a gaping fish. She swallowed a couple times before finally finding her voice, "I didn't pass out," she gasped out. "I've passed out before, and I never felt like that."

"Like what?" Draco asked.

"Like I toothpaste about to go onto a toothbrush," Hermione said then blushed. "But I didn't pass out."

"You did," Draco insisted, he looked hesitate about taking his hand off of Hermione's arm; she pulled it out for him. "You spun around really fact because I had grabbed your arm. I think you lost your balance and blacked out." Hermione had to admit it was a possibility. But then she thought of something else.

"Then why didn't I wake up on the way back here?" Hermione asked, "The Park is ten minutes away, fifteen if you're carrying something heavy like a person. I would have woken up."

"You were out cold," Draco said. "You know, I feel like this is somehow all my fault. I shouldn't have grabbed your arm. Let me make it up to you." He thought for a second, and Hermione opened her mouth to protest. "I have just the idea," he her off, "how about you and Laura be out here at noon tomorrow. Wear casual clothes. I'll come pick you two up for a wonderful day." He lifted her hand to kiss it again, but she pulled it away quickly. Instead he gave her smile and headed down the walkway to the sidewalk. He stopped at the gate, turned to her bowed formally, turned again and headed off down the street.

Hermione stared after him for a couple seconds, before shaking her head and turned to the door to see her daughter. "I'm back," she called dropping her purse next to the door. She kicked off her shoes, and rushed to the living room. Her daughters' favorite place to be sick in. She found Laura on the couch, her hand on her stomach, moaning slightly. Miranda was in the kitchen, putting a glass of something into the microwave.

"How are you feeling hunny?" Hermione asked placing a cool hand on her daughters' forehead. She couldn't feel a fever, which was good.

"Not good," Laura said. "But Mommy how did you get here so fast? I just talked to you a minute ago." Hermione looked at her daughter in shock, maybe her baby was delirious.

"She has a point there Minnie," Miranda called from the kitchen. "You were at the park when Laura called weren't you?"

"Ya," Hermione said called to the kitchen and then turned back to Laura, "I'll be right back hunny, I'm going to get you something for your stomach."

She entered again holding a bottle of a strawberry flavored children's stomach medicine. Miranda was pulling steaming milk from the microwave and started to pour some hunny into it.

"Thank you Mommy," Laura said weakly taking the medicine without complete. Hermione was extremely thankful for that. Miranda brought in the hot hunny milk, and set it on the coffee table, within reach of Laura.

"Well, if you were at the park, how did you get here in less then a minute?" Miranda asked as Hermione sat on the floor, holding Laura's hand.

"I hurried," Hermione said. She wasn't really paying attention. "I don't really know actually." Hadn't Draco said she had passed out? There was no way he could carry her from the park to her house in less then a minute, even if he ran. And then, if a near total stranger passes out on a path you call for an ambulance, not bring them home. And another thing, she didn't tell Draco where she lived.

"Miranda," Hermione said looking up at her best friend, "on that dating website, does it give out addresses?"

"No," Miranda said, "just towns."

"Oh," Hermione said looking down at Laura who was falling asleep. "Did you let her have some candy?"

"A couple gummy bears," Miranda said with a shrug. "You're always so strict on when she can eat candy or not."

"That's because she has a sensitive stomach!" Hermione said, keeping her voice low enough to not wake Laura. "Sugar on a full stomach makes her sick!" She sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm just really tired. I'm going to take a nap." She slowly stood up.

"I'm sorry Minnie," Miranda said.

"No problem," Hermione said with a shrug and walked out of the room, down the hall to the last bedroom. She closed the door behind her, and fell on top of the covers, fully clothed, and fell asleep.

She was crying on a couch between two ladies. Her dream self called them Narcissa and Pansy. Pansy looked shocked at something dream Hermione had just said.

"Well," Pansy said slowly, "when a wizard sleeps with a witch and then claims her for himself, it's basically a curse. It makes it impossible for the witch to be with any other man. Wizard or muggle."

"But why would he do that?" dream Hermione wailed, "I'm being forced to marry him!"

"But it's still two weeks in which you can tell him no," Pansy said softly.

Dream Hermione was suddenly staring in a full length mirror. She was in a sleeveless wedding dress. It had a tight bodice, and flared out in beautiful layers, brushing the floor if she were to walk. Her hair had been pulled into an elegant bun, and a long veil was pinned to it. She was holding a bouquet of roses. Around a dozen and a bit red roses surrounded by black roses. How odd the black roses looked with her wedding attire. And yet dream Hermione wished her whole bouquet was black roses. An outward symbol of how dead she felt inside.

She was suddenly in a different room, wearing some sort of green suit and robe. But she was looking into a mirror. She had a black eye, a starting to swell lip, heavily bruised cheeks, and a bruised forehead. She was shocked at how bruised she was. She knew she would have bruises, but not that many.

"If your done staring at my handiwork, can we go?" a drawl came, and dream Hermione jumped. She looked over to see Draco Malfoy leaning in a doorway staring at her with a triumphant smirk on his face. Dream Hermione wanted to run for him, fear struck to her very heart from the look on his face. He slowly started to walk toward her.

Hermione sat straight up in bed, breathing hard. She barely managed to swallow her scream.

"What's wrong with me?" she whispered in fear, bringing her knees up to her chin and hugging them. "What's wrong with me?" She sat there like that for a while, until she couldn't keep her eyes open anymore and she fell back asleep.

And there you go, chapter five. I still haven't figured out how I'm going to get Hermione to realize she's not crazy. I have a general idea, but not a clear one yet. I hope to figure that out soon. Also, if any of you love the Twilight series (Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse) I do have a Twilight story up as well, it's called Fallen Star if your interested. But if not, that's OK.

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