Authors Note:

Hello everyone! Hope you are enjoying the story, thank you for reading! Draco begins to look more into the reincarnation concept of his life and finds out more.

Enjoy!

Bonnie x

Infatuation

I wondered the bustling streets of London, curious of muggle ways. Last night played repeatedly in my mind and then it would jump to the Yule Ball and back to Hermione at the bar. I knew well that my thoughts were in the wrong place, I was engaged to Astoria. I shouldn't even be thinking of Hermione but some magical force or power drew me to her, as if I had known her before.

I carried on exploring the streets and came across a small shop tucked away in an alley. Moons and stars hung from the ceiling, Persian carpets scattered the ancient wooden floors, crystal balls on shelves, deep burgundy walls and an Arabic scent floated amongst the smoky air. The bell rang as I entered and a middle-aged woman popped up behind the till. She smiled and nodded at me and I explored the odd shop. I took hold of a strange feathery object, beaded with wooden beads and feathers dangling from the ribbon. A pattern of wool formed in the centre of the circular object and I traced my thumb over it.

"That's a dream catcher, dear. Helps get rid of odd things in your dreams and prevents nightmares." She nodded, noticing my puzzled curious look.

"Can I ask you something?" I paced up to her, I noticed the tiny cracks in her skin and each wrinkle that followed, and her beady blue eyes watched me behind her old-fashioned glasses and nodded again. She intertwined her thumbs and leaned forward, curious of my question.

"Do you believe that our lives are intertwined? As if we had met a person in our past life? Is it possible to feel connected to a stranger… as if you had met them and know them?" I shot her with all my questions, she blinked taking in the information and gave a wry smile.

"Darling, I believe our soulmates, partners, lovers…we are connected to them. It is a matter of finding them in our current lives. Have you had these feelings of knowing this stranger?"

"Yes…I met her when I was in school once, I felt like I had seen her before…as if it was Déjà vu. Do you think I met of her known her well in my past life? I feel sad when I look at her but then a tingle of excitement and affection runs through my body." I explained, it sounded absurd! How could I of met Hermione in another life? Was there even such a thing?

"Have you spoken to her? Have you 'hung out' with her? Have you asked her the same questions?" she inquired, rummaging for a book behind her.

"I met her in a club last night. She gave me her number and address and said we should hang out. I remember the first time we met, she asked if she had met me before." The woman's eyes expanded like saucers and grinned.

"This is amazing! You should talk to her more, in this book, there are stories of people remembering their past lives. What they had done, who they had met, and who they had fallen in love with. Perhaps you could trigger your memory and recall details of your past life. You know when you genuinely cannot stand someone? Or you feel drawn to them? I believe that in your past life, you had met them and some form of relationship occurred. Take this book, read it and go find her." She smiled and took hold of my hand and rubbed it gently.

"Like magic?" I asked curiously, maybe I could use magic to recall a memory.

"Magic doesn't exist sweetheart." She tapped my spidery hand and walked into the back. If only she knew how real it really was.

I left the shop and found a park, I sat down on the green grass and began to read the crumbling book. The golden sun rays pierced my creamy skin and the sky shone a bright blue. The birds chirped happily and young children ran around the park playing muggle games. This made me smile; I felt right there and then that my life was calm and simple.

As I read the book, I was infatuated with the stories of people dreaming of their past lives. One story was that a young five year old boy remembers how he was murdered in his past life and who the killer was. The killer still walked amongst his new life and he showed the police where his past body lay and where the weapon was. The boy's body even had a scar from where he had been stabbed, which was absurd. Maybe that is where my scar on my left hip was from.

Another story was of how a couple had fallen in love and was on a ship. The ship had sunk and the one love died. The woman lived her life alone, waiting for her soulmate. She died and was reborn and she had met a man who she was attracted to. Their story played out the same as their past life and they believed their souls are intertwined. They are still together and happily married and in love.

I decided that I had to find Hermione. My mind said no, everything was wrong and I shouldn't do it however, my hands were dialling the number and my feet were moving me towards her apartment.