A/n: I decided to make an early update for you guys so sorry that there aren't any responses to the reviews :( I hate myself when I don't respond, but next time I promise! Here's chapter 14. Thanks again to my beta Tessa Cresswell!

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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: Drunken Games, 1999 (Life Six)

Draco Abraxas Malfoy and Hermione Jean Granger

"Malfoy," Viktor spoke, addressing the new arrival. He noted the angry look in the blond's eye through blurred vision, obscured by his alcohol intake. "What are you doing here," he continued, that thick accent dominate above all else.

In one swift movement, the angry blond had Krum shoved back against the wall, a hand at his throat. "What are you doing outside Krum," he asked, anger imbedded in his voice. "Why is she here?"

Through blurry vision, Hermione was able to pick out Malfoy's face through her haze. Memories were still swimming together, but she instantly knew she felt more comfortable now that the head of blond hair had arrived, and that was a wonder in itself. However, she still chose to move back from the pair, wary now.

Blind, 'cause I'm so blind

Say we're never far from comfortable this time

Cold

"Calm down Malfoy," he said, holding his hands up. "I was doing nothing."

"Then why are you outside," he growled, tightening his hold, watching as Krum's eyes widened; he really didn't like him.

"She is drunk! I was but taking her back to her room."

"And then?"

Krum blinked. "Nothing! I was doing nothing to her."

For some reason, he just couldn't believe that. Keeping his grip on the man, he looked over at Hermione. Yes indeed, she did look quite drunk, and he didn't think it was very safe for her to be wandering around with this bloke of all people.

"You were just taking her back to her room?"

"Yes of course; why do you care?" As far as Viktor knew, Draco Malfoy was not the best of friends with his Gryffindor buddies. Why would he care what happened to Hermione of all people?

Draco let go, but shoved him in the opposite direction of the girl, watching as his buzzed arse stumbled and hit the floor. "Then don't bother Krum; I'll do it."

He sat up, looking rather confused. "You? But you don't even like her! Are you going to kill her?"

Drunken people always seem to ask the stupidest questions, but no Krum, you're the only one that has killed her. "Not at all; tell her friends I'm taking her back when you go inside if you so please, but I'll handle her. You are far too drunk to do anything."

He pointed an accusing finger past the blond towards Hermione, who was still looking on at them with vague concern; Draco had yet to decide if she simply didn't care about them or if something else was bothering her.

She glanced between the pair, as though trying to take everything in. If her vision would simply set on just one life scene, she probably would be able to actually say something. But no, the alcohol had a strange affect, and one moment it was Draco looking at her, then Dreu, then Lowell, and back again. She couldn't decide just who she was watching. Krum shifted in her vision as well, but only between Viktor and Henry. She wondered if she had not known him during her second life at all.

What was she saying, second life? Ha! Now Malfoy really had gotten to her! Next she would probably be kissing him on her own accord, and that could only stir up problems. Really, she just wanted to understand who she was really looking at.

"Granger," he said, and she noted the use of names. Yup, it was definitely still her sixth lifetime, and this was definitely Draco Malfoy who was conversing with her. Now why would that be? They hadn't been talking inside had they? She leaned against the alley wall, watching but hardly listening as the blond turned back and spoke to Krum again; they both looked irritated and angry. She didn't process what they were saying, but at some point Viktor huffed and stormed past her, leaving her alone with Malfoy.

It was odd to be alone with him again after so long. They had been avoiding one another for a while now, or at least she was avoiding him. He turned back to look at her, and she looked up to meet grey eyes that were indeed very, very familiar. And behind those familiar eyes rested the essence of a soul that had aged way beyond the expectancy of its years. From what she had gathered slowly since she started having her own memories of lives long over, people rarely remembered who they had once been. Maybe that was the problem with today's society; you're supposed to become someone based off of who you once were, but how do you correctly do that when you don't remember fully?

She shook her head, swaying on her feet. She was definitely over thinking things now. At the action, Draco stepped forwards, reaching out an arm to steady her. And instead of shoving him away, she allowed the contact so she wouldn't stumble into the ground.

The girl watched him sigh. "Come on Granger, let's get you back to your room before you trip." He grumbled, pulling off his cloak. He draped it over her frame and pulled the hood over her face, simply to avoid wizards realizing who they were; he didn't need the multiple questions of why they were walking together.

He turned and began walking, the brunette holding tight to his arm as they went. It was probably for balance, but he couldn't stop the warm feeling settling in his chest that she wanted to be near him, even if it only lasted until he dropped her off. So long as Krum wasn't alone with her someplace he would tolerate it; he had to. He couldn't just force himself on her now that she remembered. He had to accept that it would take time for her to understand things properly, and that even now she may never want him. That thought made the warm feeling rush away, and he inwardly wished he hadn't even allowed his mind to wander paths like that.

The walk back to where they were staying was brief- which he found to be a good thing, since she was dragging him down with her weight. What had started out as grasping his arm had turned into using him as a walking stick as exhaustion set into her body. He had never been so happy in his life to see someone's bedroom door popping into his line of vision.

"Granger," he said, shaking his arm a bit as they got close to the door. She groaned, but said nothing, and he took that as a bad sign. She couldn't just rightly fall asleep outside her door; if Krum had actually gotten around to informing her moronic friends like he suspected, then it would look even worse if he just left her laying there outside her door. Besides, he wasn't sure he was comfortable leaving her there, and sitting beside her would mean dealing with a confrontation when the others did return. "Granger, I need you to find your key."

She groaned again, but reached a hand into her pocket- someplace hidden beneath his cloak- and came up with a key a moment later. Practically tossing it at him, she returned to resting her head on his shoulder, her weight slouching into his body.

Don't fall asleep yet Granger; just wait a moment. He opened the door easily with his opposite arm, dragging her inside. At least she was light; otherwise his arm would be under far more strain. Adjusting her so he could guide her now instead of drag her, he padded them over to her bed, easing her off his arm and onto the soft bedding.

Her eyes opened lazily as he moved away. "Are you staying Malfoy?" A vision of Lowell flashed before her eyes, and she smiled. He only wished he understood what that smile meant.

"I don't think your bleeding friends will appreciate finding me here," he said, trying to sound nice, but the bitterness of his tone still crept into his voice.

She nodded, reaching down to pull the blankets up her body, but he beat her to it, wrapping her comfortably in the soft fabric. He knew as soon as she was sober tomorrow that she would regret letting him so close, but he didn't want to focus on that fact. He wanted to enjoy being so near to her. As he moved to step back, she caught ahold of his arm a second time. Curious as to what she would want, he stayed put, waiting for her to talk.

"Will you tell me about it," she asked tiredly, eyes half open. For a moment he didn't understand what she meant, but then it clicked; she wanted to know about them, about what she had to be remembering. Really, what else would it be?

He smiled gently, removing her hand. "I think you've had enough excitement for the night Granger; I don't want to hurt your head."

Hurting her head had passed a long time ago, way before she stopped having any common sense that night. Her vision was flipping constantly between different times, so she figured that justified as her head hurting. "It already hurts," she wined, sounding childish but at the moment she didn't care. "I only know me, I don't know you. I don't even understand you! So you should tell me."

The blond pursed his lips. Was this really a good idea? He didn't want to give her anymore reasons to hate him in the morning, but did he care? She wanted him near, wanted to know what their past lives had been like through his eyes, and who was he to deny her. Sitting hesitantly on the side of her bed, he cocked his head to the side.

"Are you sure about this?"

She nodded, smiling up at him. He loved it when she smiled. "Yes; I want to know."

Holding back a sigh, he reached out and tentatively brushed her hair away from one side of her face. He let his fingers trail over the smooth skin longer then needed, but he just couldn't help himself. Pausing to rest on her cheek, one finger touching her temple, he leaned in, breathing on her face.

I am going to get hit for this later. "Ready," he breathed, studying her eyes.

In return, she rolled her own. "Yes! I've been ready!"

Without replying, he dragged her back into the mess of his mind, prepared to show her glimpses of his lifetimes, his world.

Part 2: Jumps in time, part 1

1539, (Life Two)

Dreu Antoine Malfoy (16) and Harmony Joan Potter (20)

Dreu stared down at the little bundle in his arms. This was his son, Acanthus Alaric Malfoy, who had just been born days prior. Anastasia was ecstatic about the birth of their child, and of course so was he. Now if he could stop thinking about someone else, then life would be perfect.

But it wasn't working out that way. He had spoken with Alabaster Snape just days ago, directly before his son was born, and it had brought him back to darker times. That man had sought to harm her at one point in time, and if he had a choice he would have gotten a far worse punishment.

Then again, it was not up to him. Harmony's wonderful husband Alexander would need to report him to the new Ministry, and that wasn't going to happen; he supposed that was what happened to people when they chose to marry drunks.

He sighed, knowing that Alabaster had planned to visit the Potter household sometime that week. He only hoped the pair did not gang up on Harmony and her daughter Acacia, or he would not be the only one who had issues with the man anymore. Everyone who knew the woman would, and then the new law enforcement would have to be acted upon.

But, those were just hopes. He wanted her safe, but he had no way anymore to assure that himself. He was a married man, with a child and a wife to take care of. Unless Harmony showed up someday asking for help, he would not have the opportunity to venture out and see her again for a long time. He wondered if he would see her at all in the next few years.

1748, (Life Four), part 2

Damian P`ere Malfoy (15) and Rivkah Tabitha (18)

He held his wife close. Gemma was beautiful, and he didn't let his compassion show. They were out for a lunch with his best mate, Jayce Xavier Zabini and the man's own wife, Evangeline, but he was hardly paying any attention to the idol chat. His eyes followed the form of a woman just across the way from them. She was sitting with her sisters, an elder one he knew to be Nyx and a younger girl who was but twelve; he didn't know her name at all.

He rarely paid attention to anything recently. His mind had been drawn to Lord Donovan's daughter for days since his memory jump-started. In all honesty, he hated it. How could he focus and go about living when his entire focus was on someone who was off limits? It was entirely unfair to everyone, especially his wife that he had been neglecting in more ways then one for years. Their once strong relationship was now dragging along, and he knew she felt unloved. Which, was not entirely untrue.

"Damian," Jayce said, drawing his albino friend's attention, "would thou care for another drink?" He nodded to the pitcher in between the two men, and the blond nodded. When the Italian reached forwards to grab it, Malfoy stopped him.

"Dost not worry, I shall get it," he chirped, hurrying away from the table. So long as he couldn't see her his mind wasn't nearly as clouded and hopefully- if he took long enough- Rivkah would be long gone when he returned.

Retrieving more of their drink was simple enough, and he was almost crestfallen to have to return to the table; back to neglecting his wife and watching a woman who would never really look his way, how enjoyable. Turning, he nearly crashed into someone- a female no less.

"I am so sorry," he said sincerely, immediately swinging the pitcher onto a shelf as he realized some of it had gotten on her dress. As he shifted his eyes back to her he noted that there were two women in tow behind her- Nyx and the other sister he could not remember. Oh good, it would figure that he would encounter her.

Rivkah looked up, a small smile on her lips. "Dost not worry," she said, brushing half-heartedly at her dress, "it was but an accident." When he nodded, she smiled wider. "I remember thee; thou are Isis's son, Damian. We have not spoken in a long time."

The blond nodded stupidly, surprised they remembered him. Considering their families really did not get along, they had hardly ever talked at all. But instead of standing there like an idiot, he chose to speak. "Of course, Lady Rivkah," he replied, bowing slightly at the waist. She just smiled at his obvious discomfort.

"Perhaps we shall speak again," she continued, just as the unnamed sister, began to pull on her arm. Glancing behind her shoulder, Rivkah noted the family carriage. "But I must be going; sometime we shall speak again." With a final wave and chaste goodbyes, she was gone out the door with her sisters, the blond watching them go.

Never had his heart beat so hard.

1865, (Life Five), part 3

Rafe Dax Malfoy (20) and Hannelore Marie Hollingberry (26)

He sat at the front of the wedding procession. His sister Arabella was about to be married at only seventeen, leaving him and Edward to marry as well. He didn't know at this time that only his siblings would carry on the family, leaving him to go about this life alone.

She really did look beautiful, and sitting there in the seats he knew that she had chosen a fine husband. His best mate Destin Aiden Zabini would take fine care of his younger sister, and if he did not Rafe would be the first informed.

But he had no doubts in this marriage. He trusted it more than many of the other weddings he had witnessed over his lifetimes; this one really did seem like a keeper. The wedding itself was a short affair, and he was soon standing amongst the guests, watching the happy couple talk for a few scarce minutes before they took their leave. His only company now became his fourteen year old brother, Edward.

It was there in the tangled crowd that he spotted her, her head bowed and her son held tightly at her side. That wondrous husband of hers stood to her other side, smiling a fake smile as guests passed. He got the feeling something had happened again, and he didn't like that. Now if he only had some sort of excuse to get Robert away from Hanna…

"Go speak with Lord Hollingberry," he said suddenly, catching his brother's attention. Curious the boy looked at the older image of himself.

"Why?"

Raising an eyebrow, Rafe looked at him. "I shall buy thee a drink if thee does this for me." It sounded suspicious, but Edward wasn't about to pass up something free. Turning away, he wandered in the direction of Robert Hollingberry himself.

Rafe didn't move to speak with the bastard's wife until his brother and the older man had engaged in a conversation that moved them away from him. He quickly stepped over, touching her lightly on the arm. She nearly jumped from her skin.

"We must talk," he said, glancing down at the child. He could see it almost immediately, the hesitation in her yes, but had no time to wonder about it. He had set up this separation ages ago, but now he had to know what had happened to make her look so unhappy and afraid.

"Liam," she said, her voice small, "go and play with the other children. I shall come get thee in but a few minutes." Her son looked hesitant to leave his mother's side, but looked up at the large blond and decided it was okay; he didn't seem bad. Once the child had run off, he took her by the arm and quickly led her into a nearby hallway, someplace no one else was currently using.

"Are thou alright," he asked, concern thick in his voice. He didn't like the bags under her eyes or the way her lip quivered. She nodded slowly, but her resistance to voice an answer made him weary. His expression softened, the hard outer shell falling away, They were good friends and he knew something had to be really wrong with her, so he had to get her to tell him. "Is everything alright in thee marriage?"

Hanna nodded again, looking down. He knew it wasn't alright. Grabbing her chin lightly he made her look at him, his eyes soft. "What be it?"

She shivered a little bit, but he couldn't place exactly why. "He is but a monster," she breathed, her eyes wide. "Horrible, simply horrible. I canst not stand him."

He nodded, his fingers moving to rest on her cheek. He was tempted to kiss her, but were her husband to find out about that there would be hell to pay- and she would have to pay it. He was already endangering her by dragging her out there with him, but he just needed to know if she was okay, and obviously she was not. "What does he do?"

The girl refused to look at him, green eyes seeking out the floor again. "He hits me, because of thou. He is so angry about what he suspects; he takes it out on me."

The blond cringed, moving his hand away so he wouldn't grip her. That wasn't right; something would need to be done about it. "And thou son?"

She shook her head quickly. "I would never let him hurt Liam."

Rafe nodded, although he really didn't know what it felt like to protect your own child- at least in this life. His past memories were enough of a cushion for him to understand how one felt when they looked down at the human they created, and if Robert had been beating the child as well there would be no telling what the blond would do. He would certainly not take it sitting down though.

"Thou must not return home tonight," he said, thinking on his feet.

Her head shot up, as though reading his thoughts. "What are thou going to do? Thou canst not hurt him; it shall only make living harder."

He smiled gently, touching her cheek again. "Dost not worry Hanna, I will not allow him to hurt thee."

Malfoy redrew from the memories quickly as something loud banged on the door. Granger had fallen asleep some time ago, but he had been stuck reliving things he would rather not. Some of those conversations had hurt him so much.

"Hermione," called a voice, and he recognized it to be Weasley; he had to suppress a moan. "Hermione, are you alone? I heard Malfoy is up here with you!"

So the foreigner can't keep his mouth shut? Charming. Draco quickly stepped away from the bed, putting space between him and the frame before he cast a disillusionment charm on himself, moments before the Wonder Duo and the Foreign Charmer stepped through. They looked around, obviously having expected him to be there, but finding a sleeping Hermione threw them a bit.

"I thought you said Malfoy was in here," Harry said, his speech a bit slurred because of his recent drinking. "We left the party to come here and make sure she was okay."

Yet you didn't think to wonder where she went in the first place? He shook his head.

"Yeah, how did she get up here," the ginger continued, stumbling over to the bed. He fell to his knees beside her and studied her closely; Draco knew very well that the bloke was not that drunk, but he seemed to be borderline sleep walking just then. How long did these Gryffindor gits stay awake and practice? "She looks okay."

"So Malfoy left then," Krum grumbled, and the blond couldn't help but smirk at his tone. He sounded so irritated, and it was lovely.

"Guess we should get back then," Harry began, looking at his friend. In that moment, he seemed to rethink things. "Actually, I'm just going to bed."

The blond was surprised when his friends agreed. He watched the three whisper night to her before leaving, and had he been more focused on them then her, he may have seen Potter watching the spot he stood in, just before leaving.

Now we're so cold

Mine, and you're not mine