My teachers are EVIL! Evil I tell you! Though at least their nice enough to not give us homework over the long (5 day) weekend. (OK, actually, one teacher did, but I forget the binder... and another teacher did too, but we've had forever to work on the project...)

I did not like the first draft of the chapter (which didn't get typed to more then half a page). Or what was going to go on. So I had to delete it and finally came up with this, which I sort of like. It's not my favorite chapter, but it's still OK.

I'll stop boring you with my endless chatter now and let you read.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. It is all JK Rowling's. All her's, none of it is mine.

Remembering Hogwarts

"You don't look like the type that would do so intentionally," Pansy replied taking a sip of tea. "Your Laura is quite the charming little girl, I wish I could get Patty to be that out going. Though I must say, she hardly looks a thing like you. Did you adopt?"

Hermione blushed, "No. I, it's complicated." Understanding flashed through Pansy eyes, followed by a flash of concern, and then back to her pleasant look. "Your children do seem well behaved."

"Their father would flay them alive if they weren't," Pansy said in hushed tones. "And though I am biased, I think they are as perfect as two little angels."

"Aren't all children to their parents?" Hermione asked with a laugh. "I swear a child could be a psychotic murderer, and their mothers would still see them as angels. The angel of death mind you, but angels none-the-less."

Pansy chocked slightly on the tea she had just taken a sip from. "D-don't do that to me," she chocked out slightly before recovering herself. "I do see your point though. Thought if my little Blaise became a murderer, I would be dreadfully upset and ready to kill him myself; though his father might beat me to the deed."

"Fathers always are a little more violent aren't they?" Hermione agreed. She turned to look at the kids playing. Laura was at the top reading to make a leap for it, but as she went to jump, she tripped over a rope, and tumbled down. Hermione, looking alarmed was about to rush over. But Laura landed on one of the nets, and started laughing, and soon Blaise Jr. and Patricia followed.

"I think it's good to have fathers that way," Pansy said with a sigh. "Not abusive violent, but at least you know they love their kids."

Before Hermione could reply Draco and Blaise returned to their table. Pansy rose to kiss her husband, and Draco went to kiss Hermione's hand, but she pulled it back before his lips were close to her fingers. She did not miss the concerned look that Blaise gave Draco, or the warning glance Draco gave back to him.

"Did you ladies have a good time?" Blaise asked sitting down. Draco also sat, though he shifted his chair closer to Hermione.

"Excellent time," Hermione replied sipping her tea again, when Pansy did not answer.

"I do hope Pansy did not bore you with her mindless chatter about fashion," Blaise continued. That struck a nerve with Hermione.

"Actually," she spat out, almost venomously, "Pansy did nothing of the sort. She did not bore me, nor did she endlessly talk about fashion. Personally, I think if Pansy had anything to apologies about she can do so herself. She does not need you to hold her hand." Beside her Draco winced ever so slightly, and Blaises' face hardened. "If you must know, we talked about our children." She decided to leave out the part about Draco.

"I will not have some women tell me how to behave," Blaise spat back. "Didn't anyone teach you of your place?"

That really struck a nerve; Hermione pushed herself to her feet; almost losing her balance. "My place? My place." A man at the table next to theirs tsked at Blaise. "Who are you to tell me anything about my place? In case you haven't noticed, Mr. Caveman, women have made many strides in the last hundred years. We are no longer beneath you, and I refuse to be treated as such!"

Blaise to was on his feet, and he was somewhat taller then Hermione, "Pansy, get the children, were leaving." Pansy stood, and with an apologetic look at Hermione, walked to the play area to call her children. "And I'll inform you, Miss Granger, that women have a place. It is not my fault that you were brought up with such lawless ideas. One should keep their tongue in check when in the presents of their betters."

"Blaise," Draco said in a warning tone, slowly getting to his feet. "Now is not the time. And please, can't you see your upsetting her?"

"Forgive me," Blaise said, not sounding sorry at all. "I'll see you later Draco. Miss Granger." He spat out with a mock bow, and stormed over to his wife and children.

"Oh look boys, it's the weasel and mudblood," a young Draco Malfoy gloated to two ape-like boys. "I wouldn't be surprised to find them on a date! Everyone knows that blood traitors and mudbloods match up. Such a disgrace to wizard kind, both of them."

"Shut your trap Malfoy," a younger vision Hermione spat, from the table she was sitting at, helping Ron with his homework.

"Careful Mudblood," Draco tsked. "You should hold your tongue when your betters grace you with the privilege of being close to them."

At that Ron was at his feet, reaching for his wand. Hermione was on her feet too, putting a comforting hand on Ron's shoulder to hold him back. She didn't say anything, but stood there until the three intruders left. As they were almost out the door, her wand; which was in her hand; just happened to flick, and the three tripped over each other. With an innocent expression she sat back down and turned to the book she was trying to explain to Ron.

Hermione shook her head slightly. "Hermione, are you alright?" Draco asked worriedly. Hermione looked at him, shocked. Hadn't he just been insulting her, and trying to prove how much better he was then her. Why was he being nice to her? She shook her head again. "Hermione?"

"I-I'm fine," Hermione lied.

"Are you sure?" Though she wasn't, she nodded. "I think we should continue with our afternoon. I am sorry about Blaise. He tends to forget that not everyone was raised with the same value system as us."

"Are you like that too?" Hermione demanded, finally remembering where she was, and not about the vision.

"I used to be," Draco said with a sigh. They slowly walked over to the play area, and he called to Laura to come down. "But, let's just say such thinking bit me in the back end. After my father died, I had no real reason to act like I believed such Neanderthal beliefs, and so I stopped." He looked sincere; and though a part of Hermione told her that Malfoy could never change, she sincerely believed that Draco could.

And there it is, chapter seven. I do have a feeling; OK more of a feeling; that Hermione is going to figure out what is wrong with her very soon.

I have also decided that, instead of the two part story that I had planned (Forgetting Hogwarts and Remembering Hogwarts) I am going to make it a three part. (The third story is going to be called Finding Hogwarts). But I still have to finish this story first, so it will be a while before that one comes out.

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