This time, a letter is in bold and memories are in italics. For some reason I really like my character of Elizabeth. I don't know why, but she's really cool.

Disclaimer: I do not, of course, own Harry Potter.

-Lunch-

Coming into the Great Hall with Draco, Hermione sits where she has since term started on the Gryffindor table with Elizabeth across from her.

"He's looking at you again." She tells Hermione, with a grin that could match one of Ginny's on a good day.

"Really?"

"Yep!" Her face is extremely happy. "He is!"

"Oh come on!" Hermione laughs. She glances over her shoulder, and sure enough, he's looking over at her. When he notices her looking, he blushes slightly and turns away before she can even smile.

"You guys so like each other!"

"No, we don't." Hermione tells her, although, not completely sure of her own words.

"Yes you do!" As she says that, and owl comes in and drops an envelope in front of Hermione. She open it, seeing that it's from George.

Hey, Hermione,
Have you gotten any dreams with Fred in them? He came to me last night and told me he had been to see you as well. He told me that I need to get out and do something and to move on with my life. He told me to make sure you're doing alright too. And to make sure Draco doesn't hurt you. I was wondering, at the next Hogsmeade day, if you'd like to come with me. Like so I could get out and do something. I would really like it if you would.
Thanks,
George Weasley. The holey one.

She smiles at the last part..it's he's trying to be more like his old self again.

"Who's it from?" Elizabeth asks.

"George." Hermione answers.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Hermione sighs.

"No. He's not." She answers exasperated. "Why do you want me to have a boyfriend so bad?"

"You need someone you can talk to." She replies.

"Are you really sure you're only 11?" Hermione asks her again.

"Yeah.."

"You sure don't seem that young."Hermione teases her. "You and Ginny should get together some time and discuss my love life."

"Really?"

"NO!" Hermione exclaims. "But do you think I should go to Hogsmeade with George?I mean..." She shows the younger girl the note.

"Well... his brother got killed right? And you want to help him. He wants to help you.. Yeah I think you should." She says after looking at it.

"I guess I will then. I'll send back the letter later."Hermione stands up. "Thanks." She walks out of the Great Hall, planning on going up to the owlrey to send a reply to George.

"Hey, Hermione!" She then hears Draco shout after her. She slows her walking so he can catch up. He catches up to her and walks beside. "Who's that note from?" He questions.

"George." Hermione says simply.

"What did he want?"

"Nothing."

"Oh, well I saw the date of the first Hogsmeade day up and..well I was wondering..what I mean is.." She looks over at him, his face blushing a bit. "I was wondering if you might want to go with me. Like as friends."

"Draco, I'm really sorry, but George asked me first and I'm planning on going with him, like so he'll get out. I'm going to send my reply now. He needs me to do this. We aren't anymore than Friends..you and me either. So..I'm sorry."Hermione says softly.. wondering if this will all go wrong.

"Oh, that's okay." He says unconvincingly. "I-I'll just go and get the next class ready. Meet you in the dungeon in twenty minutes."

"Yeah, sure." Hermione agrees, their paths altering from the others, heading up to the owlrey. She pulls out a new piece of parchment, and her quill and writes:

The holey one.
I would love to go to Hogsmeade with you. It would be good for you, and for me. And Fred did come to me in a dream, I'm the one who convinced him to talk to you. I told him that you weren't doing that well, and he needed to talk to you. Draco is jealous I think, but he'll get over it. I just need someone to talk to about everything.
See you later,
Hermione.

She picks out a brown owl and ties the note to it leg.

"It's for George Weasley, okay?" She tell it and it flies out of the window. She watches it fly until she can't see it anymore, and then makes her way down to the dungeon in the ever increasingly crowded hallways. Draco is waiting for her, standing by the desk.

"Hermione? Tonight can I show you something else?" He asks.

"Ah.. I guess..." She mutters, feeling slightly guilty.

-That night-

Hermione looks up from her essay as Draco comes into the room, holding the bowl he puts the memories in.

"More memories?" She asks, worried because of the last time this happened. He nods, pulling another glass vial out of his pocket. She stands up and walks over to where he sets down the bowl. He pours the memories into the bowl and its starts swirling around.

"This one will be a mixture of them, okay? It'll move from one thing to another." He tells her, grasping her hand.

Landing in the Great Hall, their first year selves are standing there. Draco is taunting Harry, his eyes flicker over to Hermione just for a moment, but they seem to light up. He goes back to bothering Harry. They fly to the first Potions class, where Snape was interrogating Harry with different things in potion making. Draco looked like he was watching Harry fail, but he was actually looking at Hermione. The time that she punched him in the face. Everything that ever happened all those years with the two of them, flashes in front of them.

They are pulled out. Everything has darkened.

"How much time did that take?" She asks, slighty dizzy and confused by everything she saw, and unable to concentrate on the clock. He looks at the clock.

"About an hour." He replies. "So there." He drops her hand, and walks into his room, leaving Hermione more confused than before. And pondering what exactly he meant.