I AM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO UPDATE! My teachers are being mean and swamping me with homework, youth started back up, and I started taking dance classes twice a week. I've been busy. PLUS I've had writers block on this chapter. But don't worry, I forced myself to write today, and found I was cured of my previous three attempts with writers block. So I wrote this, and because I didn't want to have to wait another day to update; and the possibility of being skewered by angry readers, if they knew I had a finished chapter and didn't post it; there may be a few mistakes, but if you do point them out I will try to fix them.

I am happy with how this chapter finally turned out. Though I'm not sure if Banana Land is a real place or not. The name sort of sounds familiar to me. So I'm not sure about that.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. It is all JK Rowling's. All her's, not mine at all.

Remembering Hogwarts

The next thing Hermione knew, she was being jumped upon. She moaned slightly and rolled over. The offending jumper giggled and pounced on her again.

"Laura," Hermione moaned into her pillow.

"Yes mommy?" Laura's voice innocently floated back.

"What are you doing?"

"Waking you up!" Laura giggled. "Mr. Malfoy is here! He said he is taking us somewhere! Just you and me! You have to get up!"

Hermione lifted her head off of the pillow, "What time is it?"

Laura looked at her ballerina watch, "Eleven fifty six." She looked at it again, "Fifty seven now. And six seconds. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven."

"What?" Hermione said flipping over and sitting up.

"It's eleven fifty seven and twenty seconds," Laura said.

"Before that," Hermione pushed.

"Mr. Malfoy's here!" Laura said, "And guess what? He brought me a doll. A plush pink doll in a purple tutu!" Hermione's eyes widened. She had over slept. She tossed her blankets away, covering Laura who started giggling again.

"Laura, can you go tell Mr. Malfoy that I'll be down in ten minutes, that I over slept," Hermione said, half dashing half falling to her closet.

"OK Mommy!" Laura said brightly skipping from the room. Hermione tore through her closet, hoping to find something suitable to wear. Settling on a knee length thick strapped red dress, and ballet flats to go with it, she slipped into the adjoining bathroom to change and do her hair and make-up.

"Shower," Hermione thought out loud. "No, no time." She looked in the mirror; her hair was a mess from sleeping. She wet her hair brush and started to attack that first, but gave up after a few seconds. She changed into her dress before squirting detangler into her hair. She had a stock of at least thirty detangler sprays, just so she could brush her hair. One bottle would last her two days at the latest. After her hair was soaked with it, she wet her hair brush again and attacked her hair. It was still a work in progress, but at least she could get the brush through with only a small tug from tangles. When it sort of resembled being tame she tossed it up into a bun. She ferociously brushed her teeth, and used peppermint mouth wash after it. Satisfied that she looked alright, she sighed and exited the room.

Downstairs Miranda was talking to Draco, and Laura was holding his hand looking up at him in awe. Hermione almost gagged. "Hi," she said entering the living room where everyone was gathered. Draco looked at her in shock, and Laura giggled.

"Why Hermione, you look exquisite," he gasped. A part of Hermione's mind, the part that believed all her dreams and visions, screamed that he was lying and buttering up to her. The rest of her, the more sensible part, squashed it back and told the feeling that not every man was like Laura's father, and this Draco Malfoy did not seam to be the type to do what Laura's father did.

"Thank you," Hermione said simply as Laura skipped over to give her a hug. "I'm sorry it took so long, I over slept." She gave Laura a kiss on the top of her head, "And how are you feeling today?"

"Better," Laura said. "Can we go now?"

"We should," Draco said, coming over and kissing Hermione's hand before she could pull it back. "I do hope you won't mind, but before we go to what I hope you will find a romantic afternoon, a friend of mine had a meeting today that I could not cancel, so were meeting him at Banana Land with his wife and children; a boy a year younger then Laura, and a girl who's five."

Laura's face brightened up; Banana Land was an indoor playground of kids eleven and younger. Hermione laughed, "That's not a problem. And I'm sure Laura won't object."

"Of course not," Laura giggled, "I love Banana Land!"

"Then it's settled," he said, taking Laura's hand and linking arms with Hermione, who although inwardly cringed at the touch did not pull away. They exited the house, and Hermione was glad she picked flat shoes instead of heals as she found out they were walking their, even though Hermione had offered to drive. It didn't take as long as she expected and in no time at all they were at the green and yellow three story building. The words Banana Land; A peel of fun for the whole family.

Inside was an area with yellow and green round tables for parents to sit at, and a counter to pay at, and get coffee. As well was a huge jungle gym. It was mainly green and yellow, though there were other colours. The play area went all the way up to the rough, and while on the outside the building was three stories high, there were no extra ceilings that would block the play and it went all the way to the top. Nets were at irregular intervals everywhere so if someone fell they would land on a net. Some kids were climbing to the top, and then jumping down into nets for the fun of it. Along the way there was staggered platform stairs, plastic tubes to crawl through, slides, a huge pit of plastic balls with a diving bored, and a fireman type pole in the very center that ran from floor to ceiling. It made Hermione worry just looking at it.

Instead of worrying, Draco paid for Laura to play. She squealed, hugged him ran to the area were shoes went, kicked off her shoes and dashed to the play area. Hermione watched her as she ran off, though Draco led her to a table. She ordered a mint tea, and he ordered a coffee. A few minutes later they were joined by a man, women and two kids.

"Blaise," Draco greeted standing up to shake the mans hand.

"Draco good to see you again," he returned the greeting.

"And Pansy, my you look wonderful today," Draco said turning to the women and giving her a kiss on the hand as well. "And Blaise Jr, and Patricia wonderful to see you."

"It's wonderful to see you too Mr. Malfoy," the two kids said together.

Draco turned to Hermione, who had slowly stood up during the greeting, "Blaise Pansy, this is Hermione Granger. Hermione these are Blaise and Pansy Zambini and their children, Blaise Jr and Patricia." Blaise shook her hand, Pansy hugged her, Blaise Jr. bowed and Patricia curtsied. That shocked Hermione who had blushed and mumbled a 'hi'. She turned toward the play area and called to Laura. She had to call a couple times before she came.

"Laura," Hermione started and did the introductions.

"Hi!" Laura said brightly briefly greeting the adults before turning to the two children, "Do you want to go play?"

"Ya!" Patricia said jumping on her toes and clapping her hands. Blaise Jr nodded excitedly and all three of them were off.

"Hermione, you don't mind if me and Blaise go else where," Draco said. "Its just what we have to talk about can't be spread out on the tables."

Hermione felt a little crushed, but thinking of what Draco was doing for her and Laura nodded and said, "Sure. Besides I'm sure we'd be bored with business talk." Which wasn't true, as her and Miranda had talked business quite a few times together.

"We'll be back dear," Blaise said kissing his wife on the cheek, "be good." Hermione scrunched her eyebrows at the odd command. The two men left after another goodbye, and Hermione and Pansy sat down.

"What do you think of Draco?" Pansy asked with a worried look in her eyes.

"I hardly know him," Hermione said, feeling like a school girl, "but he seems alright. I only met him yesterday, and Laura already adores him."

"That's good," Pansy said taking a sip of what looked like normal tea. Hermione couldn't stand any tea that didn't have some sort of flavor to it besides just tea. Mint, cinnamon, anything like that just tasted better. "Though do be careful, Draco can be temperamental." Hermione tilted her head to the side slightly, that sounded almost familiar.

"Because she must," Narcissa said standing up from her chair and sitting on the other side of Vision Hermione. Obviously Real Hermione had missed the beginning of the conversation. "As you must too. Draco is not afraid to do whatever it takes to get what is his. And according to the law you're his." Since when did Hermione belong to anyone; whether she was a Vision Hermione or not. "The only problem is he always wanted an obedient pureblood wife. And since he can't have the pureblood wife, he wants the obedient wife and will stop at nothing to get this." Real Hermione's hear skipped a beat, they couldn't be talking about the man who had paid for Laura to play here, and was taking them out later. He was way too nice, compared to what they were making him sound like in this vision. "This is what most husbands require from their wives. Pansy, at first, tried to get her independence from her husband; as do most pureblood wives; but females in the wizarding world are not brought up to be strong, while the men are. They are stronger then us Hermione, and we just have to except that."

The vision skipped forward.

"Hermione," Narcissa cut in, "is something else bothering you?" Vision Hermione looked at her in shock; how could Narcissa know? She seemed to read Vision Hermione's mind again; which real Hermione could not seam to do. "You were sitting as far away from Draco as possible while still looking like a couple, and you shuddered a little every time he touched you. Is something bothering you?" Real Hermione eagerly waited for Vision Hermione's response.

"Hermione?" a worried voice cut through her vision and inwardly Hermione groaned, she wanted to know what was wrong with herself. Pansy was trying to get her attention. "Hermione?"

"I'm fine," Hermione said taking another sip of tea. "I just can't seam to sleep well. I'm sorry, I must be terrible company."

"No, not at all. You're actually a refreshing taste in company," Pansy said with a sigh, "most of the other mothers I talk with only talk about their husbands, and occasionally about their children. But even more then they talk about their husbands, they forever talk about fashion. And while I may love fashion, there is only so much a women can stomach about the different shades of pink and how to match them with what type of clothing."

Hermione giggled, "Well if you really want to I can start talking about clothes," she said jokingly. At the shocked look on Pansy face she laughed again. "Don't worry; the last thing I would ever talk about is clothes. So, tell me about your Blaise. He seams like an," she paused, trying to find the right word, "interesting fellow."

"Theirs not much to tell really," Pansy said with a shrug. "He's protective, and adores our children. He works a lot." She hid what looked like a sad face by taking a sip of tea. "He can be demanding at times, but he is a really great person." Hermione noticed how Pansy left out the word love, where Hermione would have put it if she was talking about her non-existent husband.

Pansy leaned across the table and said in a lowered voice, "Can I ask you for a favor Hermione?"

"Of course," Hermione said, briefly looking over at the play area to make sure Laura was OK.

"Be careful around Draco," she said. "He can be temperamental as I said earlier, and it is not pretty when he does lose it. And he was in love once. Well I say it reputational love, though Blaise is insisting that I believe it was actual love." Hermione scrunched her eyebrows at that. "But whatever it was, he was in love. And, because of his temper, she did not love him in return. She was almost forced to marry him," Hermione opened her mouth to cut it; there was no way someone could be forced to marry. "Let me finish," Pansy said. "She was told she either had to marry him or she would be excommunicated one could say from the community. We live in a very tight nit upper-class type community, and being ejected from it is not good. And because she couldn't love him, on their wedding day she denied their vows. So please be careful, I haven't seen Draco this happy; I guess you could call it that; since that time. So please, look over his temper, and if you must be careful if you have to break his heart."

"But you still have two weeks in which you can tell him no." Drifted across Hermione's mind as clearly as all her other visions. Ignoring it she said to Pansy, "Of course I'll be careful. I have no intentions of breaking anyone's heart."

And, for those who complain about how short my chapters are, this is a longer chapter. Instead of three Microsoft word pages, it's five. I was tempted to leave it either at the end of Pansy request, or with Hermione tiny flashback though after Pansy's request, but then to start with the next line in the next chapter would have sound stupid, so I added it here. I hope you liked the chapter.

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