[Snape]
"My Lord, the plan is working."
Lord Voldemort came to my room and gazed at the crystal ball, smiling with glee. To be honest, I thought he looked a bit odd with a smile on his face, and he looked more stupid than Peeves.
"Which part?" he smirked. "The part where Malfoy and that Mudblood fall in love, or the part where they remember anything?"
"Both," I replied solemnly, barely looking at him.
Lord Voldemort smirked, "Well, we need to dig deeper! Uncover more memories! Surely Dumbledore's weak spell must have left some more memories we can exploit!"
"There's a limit to what I can do," I replied impatiently. "But I'll try my hardest."
"Good," Voldemort replied, smiling. "I. Want. That. Mudblood. Dead."
I nodded, leaving his room.
Oh Lily, I thought. Forgive me.
I decided to run to my hallway mirror when I arrived back at the quarters, tapping on it three times. Then, Dumbledore appeared on it, looking as serious as ever.
"What is it, Severus?" he asked curiously.
"The Dark Lord," I sighed. "Wants Malfoy and Granger to... fall in love. And remember everything."
"Why?"
"Because if they did, he can use what they know against them. He'll use the fact that she's... Muggleborn, and he's of royalty to... get Malfoy back into being a Death Eater again."
"I see. Well? Do they remember?"
"They did. We do have a problem now sir. He's planning to take her."
"Well - stop him!"
"I'll do my best now, sir."
With that, I lost contact with Dumbledore. I then immediately started thinking of unorthodox but clever plans to make sure Hermione Granger doesn't die.
And just when I thought I wasn't going to find that idea, I found it.
I tapped on the mirror again.
"I've got a plan that might just work."
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.
"Well, what is it?"
[Hermione]
Draco and I were walking to my usual table, with heads turning around to stare at our hands. Honestly! People nowadays!
As I went by, I saw lots of people staring at us and asking us what was going on. We usually went with a gentle sentence, like, 'We just did,' or 'He asked me with a rose in his hand.' If it was someone we knew a little bit more, we'd go on a bit longer, but not too long for them to glare at us.
We walked straight past Pansy and her glaring group of friends, glaring back at them. I saw Pansy smirking at Draco out of the corner of my eye, but he turned away from her. That was good.
When we arrived at our table, Ginny leaped up and stared at Draco, then me, then Draco again.
"You two are together, aren't you?" she smirked.
I nodded, and she flung my arms around me. Lavender and Luna then ran up from their benches and did the same, practically suffocating me.
"Congratulations!" Ginny whispered, grinning like an idiot.
"You guys look ah-mae-ziiing together!" Lavender laughed, her bandage hugging my face like a flame.
"The Thestrals wish you luck," Luna mumbled. For once, we shrugged it off.
After a while, we all let go, and Ginny dragged us down to tell her all the details.
"What are you planning to do today?" she asked mysteriously.
"We're just planning to go to a quiet town just outside of Edinburgh," Draco grinned, stroking my shoulder. I jokingly pushed him off with a revolted look on my face. He laughed like a maniac, causing me to laugh like one too. Ginny smirked.
"Yeah," I laughed, panting for every breath I could. "We'll be back in the evening of course."
Ginny nodded. I then decided to ask her about Hogwarts. Draco and I had been thinking about telling her what we know. At first, he was slightly reluctant, but I convinced him that she could be trusted.
"We need to talk Gin," I whispered. "You, me, and Draco."
Ginny nodded and the three of us went to a secluded corner where no one can see us. It turned out to be behind one of the villas three houses across from the patio we were having breakfast in. It was a tad scruffy, but it was a good place to hide.
"What?" she asked mysteriously. "What is so important that you needed to drag out of breakfast? And into this piece of crap?"
"I'm sorry. No one would be looking for us here. Tell me, Gin, have you been getting any weird visions lately?" I asked her.
"Kinda," she whispered quietly. I can tell by the tone of her whisper she meant 'yes'.
"With who?" Draco asked curiously.
"I don't know!" she lied. I could tell. "With this boy from our year, I think. I don't know who he is, but he's dark, tall, arrogant and just so fucking handsome..."
"Blaise Zabini," Draco replied. "He's my best friend."
Ginny blushed, "Don't you dare tell him that!"
"I wasn't thinking of it," he smirked.
"Thank goodness!" she sighed with obvious relief, punching him on the shoulder. I glared at her and she started yapping again "So, anyway... everytime we stare at each other, even for a second, I dreamt that I was in Hogwarts again. Even if it was only for a second."
"Whoa!" Draco shrieked, quietly. "Again?"
"Yeah. It feels like I've been there before. Except... in that time, I married Harry."
"You did?"
"Yeah, and Hermione was married to Ron, out of all people! That stupid bastard! Oh, sorry... shouldn't be saying that about my own brother. And you, Malfoy, were married to Astoria Greengrass, which I think is kind of crazy. I mean, she is a total b-i-t-c-h..."
"To the point?" I asked before she could throw another insult and catch us all off guard.
"I remember," she sighed. "I know we're Hogwarts students. I remember everything, yeah. I don't really mind being a Muggle for the rest of my life. Except what on earth am I going to do about Quidditch? And not to mention my audition for the Holyhead Harpies! But what does that have to do with anything?"
"We remember it too," Draco and I whispered in unison. "And I don't know what we're doing here, all pretending to be Muggles. I mean, why can't we be in Hogwarts right now?"
"Well," I mumbled. "I'd say, thank goodness we aren't. If we were still in Hogwarts, you and I would still be thinking of ways to kill each other, Draco. And in a bigger picture, Dumbledore and McGonagall are probably trying to protect us for our own good... but from what, exactly? Last time I checked, Lord Voldemort was dead and all the Death Eaters were locked up in Azkaban."
Like a flash of lightning, the sky went dark. You could see it was dark for miles and miles around. The odd thing was, only the three of us noticed it. Suddenly, a crazy shape floated up in the sky. The Dark Mark.
"It c-can't b-be..."
I saw Snape out of the corner of my eye with a couple of Death Eaters, but they were all wearing masks.
"What are you doing here?" I yelled.
"To get you," one of the Death Eaters whispered maniacally.
"W-why?" I trembled, trying my best to lie.
"You're Hermione Granger!" Snape yelled, in his own way. "You're part of the Golden Trio. You're also the only one of the Golden Trio that... remembers anything."
"I-I don't know what you're talking about!" I shrieked. "What's the Golden Trio? Are they, like, made of gold or something? A-And what am I s-supposed to remember?"
"You really have no idea, don't you?" laughed another Death Eater.
"Of course not, you bastard!" I yelled, slaping his face.
It all went by too fast.
First, a Death Eater grabbed my arms and tied them with a rope together. I was screaming like an idiot as I tried to run away. But everytime, they caught me. I would get away for a couple of seconds, but Ginny and Draco were too busy trying to fend off the others as another one got to my feet and tied them together.
"Ginny! Draco!" I yelled. "They're going to kidnap me!"
Right then, Draco punched the guy he was fighting on his face and came to help me. He tried to untie my feet but then a big Death Eater kicked his face so violently that he knocked him out.
"DRACO!" I yelled, trying to reach him. I jumped over to him, looking ridiculous, laid down next to him, and started crying.
"No!" I shrieked. "No! No!"
Suddenly, the Death Eater that kicked Draco's face whisked me up in his arms, away from him. "You're coming with me!" he smirked, his eyes glowing fire.
"No you're not!" I yelled. With my hands, I punched his face, and he bled lightly.
Where was your wand when you needed it?
He told me to trust him. This is how I replied:
"Why would I trust you?"
"You know me," D.E replied. "I'm not a bad guy."
"And why should I believe that?" I shrieked. "You're a bloody Death Eater for crying out loud!"
"I'm a spy," he whispered. He then stared at Draco and sighed.
"He'll be okay," he replied, staring into my eyes. "Wait... you care about him, don't you?"
I nodded. Of course! I thought.
"Let's go before it's too late!" he mumbled. I simply nodded.
Please tell me Draco's okay.
As we were getting ready to Apparate, he grabbed my hands as I clung on to him. I could feel myself flying off the ground. I don't know if I was going to see Draco again, so I stole one last stare at him and silently cried before I was flying off the ground.
And we were gone.