A/n: Well, I have to say that after this, updates will be a bit harder to deal with. I'm going to need to start focusing on school, so if updates take slightly longer or anything, you know why. But fear not! I have no plans to give up on this story, simply because I love it too much! Hope you like it! Big thanks to my beta Tessa Cresswell!

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Disclaimer: All characters belong to J. K Rowling.

Disclaimer: Plot is similar to the book Fallen by Lauren Kate, but I have never read this book (or books?) so I don't know if it will continue to be the same. This has nothing to do with angels and constantly dying, just to let you know. I don't think it will be too similar.

Part 1: Understand, 1870 (Life Five)

Rafe Dax Malfoy (25) and Hannelore Marie Hollingberry (30)

One would think Rafe Malfoy would have married long ago, but they would be sorely mistaken. It had been nearly ten years since he and Hanna had a moment alone together, and that was tearing him apart. He could remember all of their years and lives together, and knowing she lived in the home of a monster was nearly too much to bear.

That being said, he had yet to go and steal her away from her husband. Despite the life she had, Hanna had come up with the twisted theory that she was happy, something she always made sure she declared to him. He knew she did it because when he was 19, he had tried to convince her to leave the man. But here she was, at 30, with an eight year old boy at her side; a child with squirrely features and startling green eyes.

This particular day, they were attending a ball hosted by Cornelius Weasley, the now proud husband of Lydia Josephine. Considering Malfoy's bad history with the ginger, he was surprised he had decided to attend this ball at all- and so were many of the guests.

He sat at a table with Charlotte Trainer, a young blond woman who was only three years his minor. At 22, she was stunning, and everyone attending the ball knew the young woman hoped to wring herself a husband out of Rafe. The blond man however, had different plans for her entirely. For one thing, there would certainly never be a marriage.

Hannelore, her husband and her son sat across the dance floor from the pair. The woman, despite herself, kept glancing over at the young Malfoy and the woman attacking his arm. They looked good together, there was no denying that, but she could tell even from there that he did not harbor any real feelings for the girl. If you asked the brunette, he had only brought this young beauty to keep up appearances and have a date.

The poor girl's parents were probably beside themselves with joy that the rich man had taken their daughter to Weasley's ball, even if the event was not nearly as flashy as many other events that year had been. The Weasley's were not rich, but with the help of Cornelius's wife's funds, the event was just lovely enough, but Charlotte's gown was far too formal in Hannelore's opinion. Then again, she didn't like seeing him parade such a bint around.

At length, the ball turned to dancing, and she reluctantly took her husbands hand as he led her onto the dance floor. Rafe danced his young date around with elegant ease, catching more then one woman's attention. Hanna rolled her eyes; the man was truly arrogant, and perhaps a bit full of himself.

As the night progressed, she turned her head and spotted her son, Liam, leaving the ballroom to head onto the terrace. She quickly met her husband's eyes- he was still oblivious to this fact. Robert could easily become an angry man, and since children were not supposed to go out onto the terrace, Liam could get in trouble, and that would spike her husband's anger. Quickly excusing herself, she stopped to speak with one of the Parkinson mothers for a moment, before losing Robert's interest and chasing after her son.

Thankfully, the boy was seated on one of the benches just outside the door, looking extremely bored. "Liam," she scolded, coming up beside him, "Thou are not supposed to be out here. Go- hurry inside."

Her son looked up and frowned. "Mr. Malfoy told me I could come out here- he said it will clear my head."

She frowned. "Thou dost not need to clear thou head. Children dost not need to come out here. As I say- go back in. Mr. Malfoy is not thou father, and thee should know to not listen to him over thou own father."

Liam looked down at his feet. "Father will be most unhappy if he finds us here."

"Yes, he will." She extended her hand, taking her son's smaller one tightly and dragged him inside. "But he dost not need to know, now come. We shall go speak with Veronica Parkinson and her daughter, Tabitha."

Her son nodded, and the pair were nearly to the Parkinson's when Robert's seemingly gentle- but actually quite firm- grip on Hanna's arm stopped them in their tracks. "Were have thou two been," he hissed, looking on angrily at his wife. "Susan Abbot was just asking me about thou, and I could not locate thee."

The woman painted a warm smile on her face, although she felt her blood run cold. She did not know how her husband would react to their short absence, but almost anything could set him off these days. When had he ever been an understanding, kind soul? Hanna herself could not recall a time he had ever truly been loving- even when she lost her first child. He had just screamed and slapped her around, telling her to do better. But the man had kept his vicious tendencies to himself the last eight years, since she hit him in the head with a lamp and screamed at him that she would leave if he ever hit her again, and ever endangered their child. He had since restrained from being violent, but that did not mean it kept him from often yelling. She was certain he only spoke in such a calm manner just now because he did not want to draw unwanted attention.

"I was talking but a breath of fresh air," she replied, stepping smoothly from his grip as she released Liam's hand, clasping her hands together properly in front of her. "But I am here now, and I shall speak with Miss Abbot." She smiled brighter, hoping Robert would leave and go talk with Edward Flint again, whom she had seen walking with him not twenty minutes ago, both the men taking advantage of the beverages offered.

He nodded tightly, before glancing at Liam. "Go on boy- seek thou friends. Atticus Brown is over there." He pointed, before leaving without a second glance. Liam looked up at his mother for confirmation, but she just smiled and nodded, before the child rushed off to his friend.

Sighing, she herself moved across the room to where the drinks were being served, and found herself a light something to sip on. She took a nearby table that Abbot was seated at, the half-blooded woman talking all about the new dress her mother had bought her, before zoning out into her own thoughts. When Abbot left, she barely noticed. It wasn't until a blond figure sat down opposite her that her eyes zeroed in on the person, taking in the very form of Rafe Malfoy.

"How are thou," he asked politely, sipping something from a delicate glass. His eyes bored into her and she was certain he was trying to see if any damage had been done since they last spoke, four years before. It had been at an event like this, with her son at her side, and conversation had not drifted like that night in the alcove. Looking back at him her heart swelled; Circe, she missed him so much.

Turning him down when she was 21 had been a good choice. Her husband had been angry and abusive, and she did not care to be on the receiving end of his fury. But after that night- she had been. It had taken nearly a whole year after that for her to get pregnant, but she did, and he only began letting up then for fear of harming the second child she was carrying- and the idea of his wife hitting him in the head with a lamp again. She was thankful that Rafe did not know of these events, for he may not see her at night anymore like they once had, but he still wanted her safe- Hanna could tell. She could always see it when she attended events like this, as though Rafe were waiting for the moment when Robert would walk up and beat her senseless in front of everyone.

Maybe at one point in time Rafe had even loved her, but years had torn them apart. Now he would take care of her when Robert refused, but she was certain he no longer loved the dull woman sitting there at the table with him. It made her heart hurt, but she made herself forget about that ache as she replied to his question.

"Lovely, I enjoy my life. Liam is still so young, I have someone to watch." She smiled the best she could, but the way his eyes narrowed told her the young Malfoy did not approve. Glancing just past the right side of his head she spotted his parents, Aster and Naida, speaking with Madeline Greengrass, who was clutching the hand of her grandson tightly as the ill mannered boy tried to chase after Liam and Atticus as they hurried past. Poor boy, he was only four and all the people there his age were young girls. Watching the scene she completely missed what Rafe said.

"Beg pardon," she asked, focusing her eyes back on his handsome features.

"I was simply acknowledging the fact that thou husband is over there making a fool of oneself." Her head turned quickly to spot the slightly tipsy form of her husband talking to an attractive redhead, who could be either a Weasley or a Rexburg. He was obviously having too good of a time talking with her, and leaned in close to whisper in her ear. Disgusted, Hanna flipped her head around quickly and gracelessly propped an elbow up on the table, resting her head on it. From the corner of her eye she could see an elderly woman gawking at the horrendous sight.

"That tis how my husband is," she said bitterly, taking perhaps too big of a sip of her drink. "He is always this way when we journey out."

Rafe cocked an eyebrow. "Then thy husband is not fit for thee. If he can gallivant around, then thou deserves better."

Immediately, her head snapped up, knowing what he meant, and what they had once done. "Rafe…"

Standing, he walked to her and offered her his arm. "May I distract thou then?"

Her eyes widened. They couldn't start doing that again! But glancing at her husband- who was practically pressing the woman into the wall behind them, earning horrid glances, she decided she could care less about what he thought. Taking the blond's offered arm, she could only hope that Robert did not turn and see the pair of them leaving. Rafe was escorting her from a party- which had happened on more than one occasion at far more than one event, although all these occasions had been nearly ten years ago- and she knew the woman would gossip but she did not care. Rafe always had a way of making her truly feel good.

He stopped, gently twisting his head away and resting his cheek against the cool stone behind her, breathing deeply, his eyes closed. What the fuck was wrong with him? He couldn't do this! He would not be the cause of more of her pain. Shoving away from the wall he ran his fingers quickly, angrily, through his dirty blond hair. She touched her lips for a moment, seemingly in regret as well.

"I am sorry Hanna," he said, rubbing her eyes. "This is my mistake, I shall no push again." Pulling out his wand, he fixed their wrinkled clothing, taking the swell out of her thoroughly kissed lips, so her husband would not suspect. She watched him in silence. When he finished, he took her hand and kissed it gently before turning away, but she caught his arm lightly.

"Dost not be sorry," she whispered, walking around him so they were face to face, standing up on her toes so he had to look at her. "I followed thou actions. I am sorry as well."

He smirked, before gently grasping her hand. "Never be sorry love. I should never have pushed thee."

She shook her head quickly, eyes looking downwards as she spoke. "I only wish thou had pushed farther."

His eyebrows shot up. The part of him that was still very much Lowell, the part that had once touched this girl in her first life, wanted to jump at this opportunity and steal her away now. She obviously wanted him to, but it couldn't be done. He knew her son was probably beginning to look for her by now, and although he could see it in her eyes that she missed them stealing quick, chaste kisses in empty hallways, he could not rightly push for more.

Instead, he cupped her cheek and gently kissed her lips. "I cannot Hanna, thou know this."

She sighed, leaning into his hand. How she missed the comforting touch he could bring on. "I know," she said, before backing up. "Will I see thou again soon?"

He shrugged. "I am not certain, but sometime we shall, love."

Nodding, she collected the words and gently shoved them into her mind, storing them for later. Her little moments of pure bliss with him were sometimes enough. Turning her back on him, she hurried back to the Ball before people began to wonder.

That night, they returned back to the Hollingberry's home in silence. Liam could tell there was a lot of tension between his parents that night, and did not argue when his father demanded he retire to his room. The young boy hurried away, only to stop once and glance back at his mother, whose expression could not be read.

Once Robert was certain their son was sound asleep, he went up to the bedroom. Hannelore followed a few minutes later, now clothed in the pale nightwear. Upon entering their chamber, she could already feel the anger in the air. Once the door had shut, Robert had her pinned into the floor, his wand at her right temple, the other side of her face hitting the floor.

"Thou was with that man tonight," he spat, his fist coming to clamp on her hair. Instinctly, she tried to reach for her wand, but his oddly placed knee stamped down on her attempt, and in the moment she found herself truly trapped beneath that man. Suppressing a scream so as not to alert her son and the help, she bit down on her lip, drawing a bit of blood and refusing to answer him.

He fisted her hair tighter, and used his grip to draw her head up and slam it on the stone; she saw stars. "Talk! I know thou is disloyal, thou went off with that Malfoy! Thee was never to be with him again!"

"I did not-" She tried, but he was having none of it. Bashing her head into the stone a second time, she felt a wave of nausea take over. Fighting down the urge to vomit, she clamped her eyes shut.

It was then he got up, but not before tearing through her nightgown and finding her wand, which he tossed carelessly onto the bed. Stepping back, he watched her attempt to curl away from him, the pain in her head causing a major headache, but he was not done with the ordeal.

"Thou will not be disloyal," he hissed from his standing position. "Thou are mine! I married thee so no one else would touch thee. But now I have to be so mean Hanna, and I dost not like to be mean to thou." He kicked her in the side once as he spoke, before taking a deep breath and looking down at the crumbled form of his wife.

"Thou will be only mine," he said, speaking more to himself than her now. Aiming his wand perfectly, he spoke in the clearest, least slurred voice he had been able to muster up all night; "Imperio."

Her mind blanked, and although the pain was still present she felt her own thoughts being shoved to the side, begrudgingly awaiting his orders. He took a step forwards, rolling her over so that she was facing him, lying directly on her back, looking a bit dazed. "Thou will not speak with Rafe Malfoy. If he comes to speak with thee, thou will comst find me, and I shall speak to him. Thou will not journey off to speak with the man alone, and thou shall never tell him I spoke to thee about this matter."

Against her will, she nodded. He leaned down a bit, getting further into his wives face. "Thou will not tell anyone of this, and thou will stop being difficult. Understood, love?"

Inwardly, she cringed as he used the term that Rafe had only hours before. How did he even know she had been disloyal? Reluctantly nodding, he grinned and stepped away, nodding towards the bed.

"Now get in bed." Dragging herself from the floor, she stumbled into the bed, her nose bloody, and collapsed on it. He sat down beside her, eyes dark. The monster that was her husband stared on at her for several moments, before reaching over and tapping her nose, stopping the light blood flow and cleaning her up. He fixed up her lightly damaged body, but left the gown torn before grabbing her wand and leaning in close.

"Thou will never raise thee wand at me, understand?"

Nodding, she looked away. She was really going to be trapped like this, wasn't she? Her husband got closer, his wand now out of her vision. "Kiss me like thou loves me," he said, his lips trailing down her cheek. Turning her head, she kissed him, her mind screaming at her to stop. Now if she only could.

Eventually, he pulled back, patting her on the cheek. "Rest, thou will need it for the morning."

Hannelore did not need to be told twice, scurrying under the blankets; she buried her face in the pillows- now what could she possibly do to help her situation?

Part 2: Krum, 1999 (Life Six)

Draco Abraxas Malfoy and Hermione Jean Granger

The following morning at breakfast, Hermione flatly ignored Ron. He was still being a pest, and all she could do was try and ignore him. So far, that wasn't working too well. He kept nudging her under the table, attempting to draw her attention and probably go straight into another Malfoy-is-going-to-have-you-eaten-by-a-dragon-if-you-keep-going-places-with-him talk, and she wasn't interested in it. Really, did he honestly believe Malfoy would put that much effort into a plan just to send her off to be eaten?

Stirring her food around on her plate, she didn't even notice when the morning post flew in. It wasn't until a letter landed just in front of her that she even took into account the large amount of noise the owls were causing. Blinking quickly to draw herself from her thoughts, she picked up the letter and checked the outside; it wasn't marked. Tearing the letter open, she curiously studied it.

Hermione~

I will be in London for a coming game, and I will have a few days off to myself. Will Hogwarts allow me to come and visit you and your friends, or do I have to wait for the holidays? We have not spoken in forever! Do send me back!

~V. Krum

She rolled her eyes. Since the fourth year, she had kept in mutual connection with Viktor Krum, and although his English writing skills had improved greatly, she was sure his English was still terribly choppy when he spoke. The fact that he had written 'send' instead of 'owl' just showed that it wasn't perfect that, she beamed at the idea of seeing an old friend again.

"Viktor wants to come and visit," she said happily, informing the few students around her. A group of third years who had not attended school at Hogwarts then looked around excitedly at the news, but that wasn't who Hermione wanted to look at, it was her friends.

Ron's moody look instantly changed into a wide grin. "Really? He's going to come and visit?"

She nodded. "He has a game sometime soon, but he didn't state when. I'll have to owl him. Do you think McGonagall will be alright with it?"

Harry smiled, looking over at Ginny who was looking quite happy herself. "I don't see why not, so long as he doesn't interrupt lessons. Maybe he'll come on a Hogsmeade weekend and we can just stay the night there, instead of just seeing him at dinners."

She nodded, smiling. "Perhaps. I'll ask him when he was thinking. It'll be nice to see him again."

"Indeed," Neville said, glancing up from his conversation. Hermione beamed at him.

"I guess I'll go owl him," she said, standing and collecting her things. "I'll just have to make sure with McGonagall later today- the Head's have a meeting with her."

"Well good luck," Ginny said, waving the brunette goodbye as she rushed out of the hall. Even before Hermione was gone, Ron was already on about playing a game of Quidditch with Krum when he arrived.

And from his place across the hall, Draco tried to figure out what suddenly had the Gryffindor's in such good moods, and why Granger had rushed from the hall.

I wonder what's going on?

It wasn't until just before Potions was to begin that Malfoy heard the news; Viktor Krum was planning on stopping by, and had specifically owled Granger about it. That fact alone made Draco's blood boil.

Fucking Krum.

He did not have a good history at all with the Krum's. Henry Krum had been engaged to Penelope, and had been one of the main reasons for her untimely death. Draco was fairly sure that Viktor was not a reincarnation of Henry- for not everyone chose to come back to this world- but still, the mere thought of tolerating that idiot's ancestor again was pure horror.

In his fourth year he had not known about his past events, and had thus thought the arrival of Viktor Krum to their school was fairly cool. But once his fifth year came, and his memories returned, he had wanted to find the Quidditch player and rip him apart. That idiot had been parading Granger, lovely Granger, around the entire night and Merlin only knew what they did afterwards! No, Krum was not up there on his list of favorite people anymore.

And the fact that Krum had owled Granger only really put him off. Krum would not be toying with that girl if he had a say in it- and he would! If he could not make Granger remember in this life he would just have to accept that, but he would be dead before Krum laid a finger on her. Stone dead.

He laid his head down on the desk as two Gryffindor's across the isle spoke loudly about how great of a couple Hermione and Krum had made, and he missed the brunette's light blush. When class finally began he did not raise his head and Snape did not comment.

He kept his eyes closed for a while, trying to figure out if it would be completely uncalled for him to lock Granger in a closet- preferably his own- when Krum arrived. Then again, he had already threatened Weasley, so perhaps in this life he would threaten everyone and just make sure Krum stayed away.

But, he could live with having Granger in his closet. It wasn't like he wouldn't take care of her, but it did seem like that would go against his punishment and screw him over. He had learned in the past that simply trying to take what he wanted never worked. He had to earn Granger, and make her believe, and that was really the only way things would work.

Krum would just make everything harder.

About a fourth of the way through class, Draco slid his head down his desk and found an interesting sight. Granger had been toying with the hem of her school skirt, her fingers playing with the material, and now it was revealing a good amount of her leg. That was terribly teasing, so he groaned quietly and turned his head to stare at a wall, hoping maybe it would crumble and kill someone- anyone really- in the room. At least it would distract him.

Finally, Snape declared it was time to work in partners. He didn't turn his head, just closed his eyes and groaned aloud this time. He heard Granger make a huffing sound behind him, and waited to hear the scrape of her chair on the floor before he turned his head. Yes, she was gone, but something interesting was sticking out of her notes.

Dear Viktor~

Yes, please come visit! We would all love to see you. I think though that everyone at Hogwarts may now know, and I'm not sure that's what you wanted. Harry suggested that if you come over a Hogsmeade weekend that you could just get a room in Hogsmeade and we could all come and meet you. It could be a lot of fun! What do you say? Besides, we will probably get to see more of each other this way anyways. Just let me know when you plan to come.

~Hermione

He saw red. The blond was ready to storm into the back of the Potions room, shake her, and demand to know just what she thought she was doing, sending a letter that would probably be interpreted by the Quidditch star in all the wrong ways. Now the idea of locking her in his closet seemed more appealing than before. Tossing the letter back into her belongings, he crossed his arms and glared at the wall in front of him, completely fine with letting Granger do all the work.

She arrived back at her seat and crossed her arms tightly over her chest, an action he just barely noticed from the corner of his eyes. "Malfoy, are you going to do anything?"

"Why should I," he snapped, rolling his own eyes. She leaned forwards on the desk to try and see his face- and probably his eyes too- but he huffed and snapped his head in the other direction. "You are perfectly capable Granger, you do it."

She glared at him. "No."

Glancing back at her, he focused on her nose. The girl was being such a bitch! It's not like he didn't want to pass Snape's class- although he could probably sleep and pass Snape's class- but that he didn't want to work with her.

She doesn't even understand Krum isn't that great. Now if she would remember me, she would stop writing notes to this prick entirely. Hey, that's a fairly good idea!

He grinned, propping his arms up on the desk and turning to face her, this time making sure to catch her eyes. If she thought she could just go around playing with Krum, she had another thing coming, and he was really going to give her something to think about tonight.

Locking eyes with her, he smirked and dragged her back into the tangles of his mind.

Rafe Dax Malfoy (16) and Hannelore Marie Hollingberry (21), 1861

He pinched her nipples, her barely controlled moans filling his ears.

"We can't," she gasped, pulling on his hair even as he teased her entrance, something he had done so few times before. It was so very wrong to keep letting this young man seduce her, but he was so good at it. "Rafe…"

"Hmm," he asked, coming down to slam his lips onto hers. "Just enjoy it," he breathed, coming back up a moment later. "You always do."

She moaned, and he took the opportunity to push deep inside of her, pressing her down into the sheets on his bed. He had not touched her in so long, and if this were the last time he did he would cherish it. He shouldn't be doing it now, but he wanted her, and it was hard to control himself.

Any protests Hanna had were swallowed up as he began to pound into her, wishing that by the end she would remain there to sleep instead of disappearing home, back to that monster. Sometimes he wondered what she told him when she disappeared like this.

Her moans got louder, and his grunts increased as they carried on, everything blurring out.

Draco did not waste a lot of time in the vision, and quickly pulled them both out before Granger's shocked self could tell him to do so. Coming back into the classroom, he noticed her cheeks her quite pink, and she looked terribly embarrassed. Once she had collected herself, her eyes widened at the sight of him and she snapped her head down to stare at her papers, cheeks coloring more and more.

"What the hell was that," she hissed, beginning to work on the assignment so as to try and distract herself.

"That, dear Granger," he said, never taking his eyes off of her, "is a reminder."

Her head snapped up, and she looked on at him, not quite sure what he meant. But whatever thoughts were dancing around in her head were kept to herself as she turned back to her work, trying to distract herself.

And Malfoy just couldn't stop smirking. He usually kept any sexual memories under wraps for his sake- and would probably pay for that later- but drawing Granger's bloody mind away from Krum had definitely been worth bringing up hard memories and deep desires.

A/n: Now we have Krum! Don't worry, Ron's coming back soon, but this needed to develop first ;) Any thoughts?