Thank goodness for long weekends! I can update more then once a week (or two weeks) for once!!! I loved this chapter, it gave me the warm fuzzies (blame my friends for such sayings) which is saying a lot. But boy did I have to think hard about where the romantic date would be, that would still be formal/casual because of how I dressed Hermione. But anyway, I'll stop my talking and let you read.

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING it is all JK Rowling's. (and if after 12 chapter of my previous story, and the seven before chapter you still haven't figured it out... well, lets just say... never mind) I own NOTHING!!!!

Remembering Hogwarts

As they left, Draco again apologized for Blaises rude behavior. And again Hermione told him to forget about it.

"Where are we going?" Laura asked.

"If I were to tell you, it wouldn't be a surprise," Draco replied. "Though I can say, from what you told me last night at dinner Laura, you will enjoy in very much and so will your mother."

"Can't you just give off a little hint? Please," Laura begged.

Hermione laughed and swept her into a hug, "Patience dear. Remember, a prize is lest rewarding…"

"If we don't wait for it or earn it," Laura finished off rolling her eyes. "I know, I know."

"That is a very interesting saying," Draco said, looking mildly impressed.

"One of my old dance teachers would tell us that if all we would think about was winning a competition and not about then dance itself," Hermione explained. "I found it very effective."

"You dance?" Draco asked, though not looking surprised at all.

Sadly Hermione shook her head, "I used too."

"What happened?"

Hermione looked at him in shock. "Didn't I already tell you?" she asked. It was his turn to look shocked. "Y-yesterday at the restaurant. I swear I told you then. Mandy was being all pushy about me telling you. I swear I did."

Looking worried, Draco said slowly, "No. I would have remembered that."

"Well then, since my generalization didn't go well. When I was ten I had an accident. I was in dance class, practicing a duet with Miranda." Real Hermione knew she had told Draco this just last night, so why was she having a vision about it? And for that matter, why was Vision Hermione sounding reluctant about telling the story? Real Hermione wouldn't have had a problem with it last night. "I had just landed a jump and was about to go into a turn. In that turn, my foot slid out from under me," Real Hermione winced from remembering that fall, and tried to pull out of the vision. "I fell and hit my head on the dance bar. The force indented some of my skull by my ear, giving me a concussion. It also did something to the equilibrium."

"The what?" Draco asked. Real Hermione laughed at the stupidity of it, only Draco Malfoy; and possibly Ron and Harry; wouldn't know what that was.

"The part of your ear that controls your balance," Vision Hermione supplied. "I haven't been able to dance, or do much of anything since."

"Mommy!" Laura's voice broke through her vision, for which Hermione was grateful for. "Mr. Malfoy, what's wrong with Mommy?"

"I'm fine," Hermione mumbled, opening her eyes slightly. She looked around and found a bus stop bench close by. She stumbled to it and sat down, resting her head in her hands. "I'm perfectly fine."

"Do you want to go home?" Draco asked sitting next to her.

Hermione was ready to say yes. Take her home and leave her alone, but she looked up and saw Laura's fallen face, "No. It wouldn't be fare to Laura."

"If you don't feel well Mommy, we can go home," Laura supplied, though not sounding like she really meant it.

"No no, we'll go," Hermione said slowly getting to her feet. "I'm fine. I just need to sleep more." And possibly see a shrink. Probably put into a mental institution.

It turned out Draco's idea of a romantic date was a lovely Double Decker bus to a small town; a boat ride on the river that ran through the town and then travel ten minutes out of that town to a small restaurant that had small heart shaped candles everywhere.

"I don't think I've every had this much spent on me for a date," Hermione said in the middle of the dinner. "You have to let me pay for part of it."

"I will do no such thing," Draco said almost forcefully. "A women deserves to be treated out every once in a while. I plan to pay for this; you don't have to lift one of your pretty little fingers." Laura giggled. He turned to her and smiled, "And neither do you." Laura giggled again, and stifled a yawn. Hermione sighed and messed up the top of her daughters' hair, before taking another bite of the wonderful mix of pasta sauce and meat.

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked, "If it is too much, I will be more then willing to pay."

"Miss Granger," Draco said after a moment's pause, "do believe me when I say that this amount will never be too much for me to pay, and I will always be willing to pay for you." A red flag in a part of Hermione subconscious; the one that was born with the visions; went up and started waving widely. The rest of her mind; the part that believed in common sense, squashed it back. Hermione sighed once and decided not to push the matter further, though she would be insisting she pay for the next date.

"I think it's time to take the little one home," Hermione whispered an hour later. Laura had fallen asleep leaning against Hermione's arm.

"I think your right," Draco whispered back. Hermione slowly slid from under her daughters head and shoulders and went to pick her up. She had her arms under her, and was about to pick her up and cradle her, when Draco took her instead. He smiled impishly, "I'll take her. I said you wouldn't have to lift a finger." Hermione's insides melted at that. She would have complained though, if it wasn't for the fact that Laura had rolled into Draco's chest and was fast asleep.

"She falls asleep early for her age," Draco noted when they were safely on the bus. Laura; still asleep; was on his lap, her head on his shoulder, and her legs stretched out to go over Hermione's lap.

With a smile Hermione reached over and put a strand of her daughter's hair behind her ear. "She doesn't usually stay up this late," Hermione replied. "I don't allow her to stay up and get to tired, and for the sake of her dance, she likes to go to sleep early so she can concentrate, and not fall asleep in either dance or at school."

"Will she function tomorrow?" he asked the concern in his voice made Hermione smile.

"Of course she will. She's a strong girl; one night of fun will not affect her. She may be a pain to get up though," Hermione added as an after thought. They both feel silent.

"Hermione," Draco whispered some time later, "we're here." Hermione opened her eyes. She hadn't realized that she had fallen asleep too! But there she was leaning against Draco's shoulder. She quickly straightened up, her cheeks felt hot from the blush she was sure was covering her face. Draco just smiled and bundled Laura up in his arms, before they left the bus.

The walk back to Hermione's house wasn't long, though they were getting odd stairs from people passing by. Hermione thanked Draco again and again for the wonderful afternoon and evening, and apologized a couple times for falling asleep in their date.

"It's alright," he said as they approached the walk to her house; she had yet again thanked him, and then apologized to him. "You are just as beautiful asleep as you are awake. And if you must know," he leaned closer as if telling her a secret; "while you were asleep I think I feel asleep too." Hermione blushed.

They were at her house door, and there was an awkward moment. Laura was transferred from Draco's arms to Hermione's. Hermione blushed, debating what she should do. "I would invite you in," she finally said indicating to the door, "but I don't think Miranda would give you a moments rest. She'll want details."

"That's alright," Draco said, "my mother will be wanting to know how this went as well." He stopped and looked horrified at what he just said.

"You live with your mother?" Hermione asked jokingly raising an eyebrow.

A faint hint of pink brushed Draco's cheeks, "Well you know how Blaise was acting today?" He asked really fast as if trying to cover a mistake. "My father was worse when he was alive. My mother never worked a day in her life, my father forbid it, and after he died, she was so used to the sounds of other people in the house, I just couldn't leave her there alone. As well, I was raised to live in the family house until I got married, and then either my parents would move, or I would."

Hermione smiled, "I think it's sweet that you take care of your mother."

He looked relieved, "You do?"

Hermione nodded. "I should be going," she said after a couple seconds pause. "I have to put Laura to bed." Draco nodded.

"I would kiss your hand goodnight," he said backing down the first step, "but as they are full, I shall have to content myself with nothing more then this." He pressed his fingers to his lips, and then blew across them as if blowing a kiss. Hermione blushed and backed through the door, before she did something really stupid.

Show of hands, how many people think Draco has changed.

I have just realized, that this is chapter and eight and Hermione still doesn't know what is going on (this might end up being a long story). I did like writing this chapter, though I had envisioned the last paragraph differently. He was going to give her a kiss, and she turned away. But then I realized that that wouldn't work for what I was trying to do, so I ended it like this, and like it better.

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