A/n: Drama, drama, drama! Get ready for it! I have a few new stories, so don't forget to check them and my facebook out! Thanks again to my beta Tessa Cresswell!

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: Come out of the Closet, 1999 (Life Six)

Draco Abraxas Malfoy and Hermione Jean Granger

He was about to ask what was wrong with her, when he got his answer. "Hermione, hurry up! We are going to be late to breakfast! And Ginny wants to come in, she wants to borrow something. Are you even listening?"

Draco cringed. Of course, the one time he decides to sleep in her room her friends decide to come around? Brilliant! And there were at least two of them outside the door, but he was willing to bet there were more people outside than just the Weasley's. Potter was probably there too. Bloody fucking hell.

"Stop sitting there," she hissed, and he snapped his head up to glare at her. He barely had time to gain his footing before she was shoving his discarded cloak into his hands, ushering him into her room. Draco rolled his eyes the entire way. And when she began shoving him towards the closet, he spun around, his glare hardening.

"Don't even think about it," he said, crossing his arms tightly. The knocking on her door continued and she threw him a glare herself.

"Well, it's the closet or under the bed, take your pick."

"Can't I just hide in the bathroom- or use some sort of invisibility spell?"

"Hermione," the voice from outside her door called, and they could both tell that it was definitely Ron. "Are you awake?"

"No," she said, shaking her head quickly. "Harry has spent a lot of time being invisible, and Snape once spent a brief amount of time teaching him how to be able to pick out someone hiding under one of those spells quickly. He would notice you."

Draco recalled an event a short time ago, when he had also been in the same room as Potter and Granger, and Potter looked directly at him. Shit, that Gryffindor could actually tell someone was there? At least he never figured out who. "Then distract them so I can sneak out."

She shook her head, using her wand to open the door to the closet. "No." She gave him a shove, but it hardly made him move. Throwing her hands up, she looked at the ceiling. "Will you just hide Malfoy, please? The longer I wait the more suspicious they will be."

You broke me from the very first night

He rolled his eyes, sighing. "Fine, but this had better be the fastest fucking conversation ever, or trust me; I will attempt to sneak out." Stepping backwards into the closet, he muttered several curses as she shut him in. Taking a deep breath after the door closed, she hurried to answer her dorm door.

"There you are," Ginny said, smiling when the brunette appeared. "I was wondering if you had just become immune to Ron's voice," she joked, stepping past both the boys in the doorway to make her way in. Hermione had been right; Harry was with them, and the raven-haired boy even smiled as he passed her. "I was actually wondering if I could borrow a shirt," Ginny continued, looking at Hermione. The brunette noted the offending spot on her blouse. "This idiot spilled his morning beverage on me," she said, nudging Ron, who only rolled his eyes.

Oh great, a shirt. But I just locked Malfoy away in my closet! "Sure," she replied smiling. If she said no for the first time, it would seem suspicious. Ginny nodded thankfully, shooting Ron an irritated look as she followed Hermione into her bedroom, leaving the boys to wait in the living room surrounded by numerous books.

"Do you have anything in lavender," the redhead asked, glancing at Hermione. She knew it was rather unlikely considering what the girl normally wore, and their styles were so different that Ginny knew she would only last so long in one of Hermione's shirts. The brunette shook her head once and walked towards the closet, Ginny following in tow.

Draco picked up on the noise outside quickly, cursing beneath his breath. Lavender? She might look pretty in it but I've never seen Granger break away from her nude tones and pale pinks. And why does she keep her shirts in the fucking closet, instead of the cabinet across the room? Merlin's balls Granger!

"Why don't you let me look for one," Ginny asked, noting that Hermione seemed insistent on looking all by herself. Instead, the brunette turned and gave her a sheepish shrug.

"Oh, it's just a mess in there," the brunette replied, not opening the closet door. Malfoy better get the hint and hide before I have to open this door.

The redhead blinked, looking at her oddly. "A mess? Hermione, I've never seen anything you own become a mess! Your old books are even clean." The girl stopped suddenly, a mischievous grin taking over her face. "Or maybe you just have a secret?"

"No," Hermione replied quickly, and the ginger raised an eyebrow at the rushed answer.

"Really," she continued, rolling her eyes. "If I didn't know any better, I would say you have someone hiding in there!" Her expression broke into a wide grin. "But I know you Hermione; you would never do something like that."

Well, not exactly like that anyway. She braced herself as Ginny opened the door, and was relieved to find that the closet was barren. Good; Malfoy hid. At least Harry isn't in here!

"I suppose I can wear pink today," the girl sighed, surveying the colors in the wardrobe. None were really all that flashy, save the few bright pieces of red she wore to Quidditch games on occasion. And today Ginny had no reason to wear something so obvious. Grabbing a top out, she shut the door, Hermione trying to see past her the whole time to catch whether or not the blond would reappear early. He didn't.

Ginny changed quickly- with Hermione hoping the git kept his eyes to himself while she did so- and they rejoined their friends. "Ready," Ron sighed, looking at the two with irritation.

"You could've always gone on ahead of us," Hermione remarked, surveying her friends quickly. She needed an excuse to stay behind a moment and get Malfoy out of her rooms.

"Well," Harry said with a shrug, "We can go now." He reached over to grab Ginny's hand, and the trio began to make their way out.

"I need to finish gathering my things," she said lamely, drawing their attention. The girl's eyebrow shot up, having seen Hermione's bag fully packed like usual in her bedroom. "I was running late this morning, as you all realized."

Ron groaned. "We definitely should've gone ahead," he complained, his stomach rumbling for emphasis. All she could do was shake her head at him.

"Go on; I'll be down in just a few minutes."

Harry and Ron, who had not gone into the bedroom and seen Hermione's packed schoolbag, or her strange behavior- seemed fine with this idea and bid her goodbye. Ginny however seemed more reluctant.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather have us wait?" she asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow as the brunette shook her head.

"No; I'll be alright walking down to the Great Hall by myself."

The girl still looked skeptical, but nodded slowly, "If you say so."

"Great," she replied, nodding to her three friends. "I won't be long." She waited until the trio was making their way out the door before she turned away, not bothering to wait for the click of the door. She hurried into her room, shutting it quickly so that no one would hear her, just in case someone turned back for a moment, although she doubted it.

She threw open the closet to find Malfoy standing there with a perturbed look on his face once again. "Took long enough Granger; I was about to walk out there."

"Well it's appreciated that you didn't," she snapped, turning away. "No one really uses this hallway; wait a few minutes and they should be far enough away that you can leave without being seen."

"Fantastic," he remarked, sitting down on her desk chair as she wandered around frantically. Her bag was packed, but it seemed that she cleaned every morning, and was rushing to do so. He sighed, wishing she would sit still so they could talk, instead of him just watching her rush around frantically.

"Why did you stay here last night," she asked as she came over to the desk to straighten some papers. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Well after you disappeared to do some 'homework' which is really just a secret way of saying 'I'm-going-to-sleep', I moved you out of that horrible position you were in here at this bloody desk and then decided I had at least earned myself a few minutes rest before trekking back down to my own dorm." He shrugged. "I just ended up sleeping longer than I thought."

"You think?" she asked, shaking her head. The papers were in order, and she turned to grab her bag. "I think you're good. I'll see you in potions this morning?"

He nodded. "As always." They stood together, heading for the bedroom door, and opened it to find a sight neither had expected.

"I was right; you did have a boy hiding, although I never expected it to be this one." There stood Ginny, shaking her head as she spoke.

Draco frowned, looking at Hermione. "You didn't think to wait until they were completely gone before you came to get me?"

Part 2: Rough Conversations, 1650 (Life Three)

Omar Julian Malfoy and Annalisa Coralie Williams

She looked down at the child in her arms; the newborn baby boy. He was beautiful, lying comfortably there in the cradle she provided. The woman had yet to stop smiling down at him. His name was Rune; Rune Author Williams. He had her dark hair and –unfortunately- her husband's haunted eyes.

"He is sweet," said the woman at her side. She looked up to smile at Lucia Grayhale, who in several centuries would be the living Ginny Weasley. "Thou have but a beautiful child."

She smiled at the compliment. Lucia was always perfect to have around when she needed to feel better. "I thank thee." She needed this woman around, this kind friend, for she had just had the child and her husband was nowhere to be found. He was of course, off with business associates doing whatever it was that made her rich, despite her "tainted blood".

I'd love you

He had brought that topic up only days before. They had fought, and Gary admitted that she was lucky that he had wanted to marry her at all with her Half-blood blood floating around in her body, due to her ancestors. It had hurt her feelings.

But here was Lucia, blond hair and all, ready to brighten her day. The woman was good for that, and although a Pureblood herself, she had never before judged her for her Half-blood status. It was one of the things that made Annalisa really enjoy her. She hoped this would be a lifelong friend.

(Present Day)

"Well," the redhead asked, crossing her arms. She knew something was wrong with Hermione from the moment she followed her to get a shirt. The girl had never been good at lies, but Ginny hadn't thought it would be anything like this. This was Malfoy!

"Um," Hermione replied, struck silent for a moment. She had explained to Ron just last night that Malfoy could stay up here only to work on Head Duties, but now that was going to sound terribly wrong. If he had stayed up to preform 'Head Duties' they would not have been the kind that benefited the school, and she was sure the girl would see that immediately. So what would she tell her?

"Hermione, don't even try to lie to me. I can see what is going on here."

The brunette blanched. There was no way she could see the truth, considering the truth was so out of the ordinary that no one could ever guess it. "You can?" she asked slowly, feeling Malfoy stiffen beside her.

"Of course; you're sleeping around with him," she accused, pointing a painted finger at the blond. "That's why you are never around at night; you're up here playing around with him!"

"Ginny-"

"Weaselette, that's ridiculous-"

"Don't lie," she hissed, balling her hands up. "I see through the lies. It explains everything!" She turned her head a bit, focusing solely on the brunette instead of the invading Slytherin. "Why didn't you tell me? I could've found someone far better for you to spend your time with- like Ron or Viktor! Either of them would have been better choices!"

Hermione flinched lightly at Viktor, recalling once more the vividly cruel memories of Henry Krum, the past-life of Viktor. "Ginny, listen, you have it all wrong."

"Wrong? Then tell me Hermione, what am I missing?" She held her arms out wide. "This is what I see; if he had come by this morning you would've been thinking logically and you would've made up an excuse as to why he was here so early, or have told the truth. But you did neither; you hid him someplace in your room. I presume it was in the closet, considering how odd you were about me opening it."

"Well having you scream with Weasel and Pothead hanging around wouldn't have gone over well," Draco muttered, receiving a glare because of his comment.

"Cute Malfoy." Ginny crossed her arms, looking at Hermione once more. "Look, I'm not going to rush out of here spreading rumors like Lavender, but I need to know the truth Hermione. What is he doing here?"

She glanced at the blond, unsure what to say. The truth would sound like a bigger lie, and that would go over badly. But then again, substituting parts of the truth wasn't exactly lying.

"We were working on our Head Duties like I told Ron," she began, turning away from the blond again to face her friend, "And I told him I needed to do some homework because I was behind. He agreed to wait, and ate all the food in my fridge. I guess I fell asleep at some point, and he did the same because we were isolated for a bit and it was late." She shrugged feebly. "We woke up to Ron's knocking."

The ginger still looked skeptical. It was a bit unheard of for two former enemies to be relaxed enough in each other's presence to actually fall asleep, but there she was telling Ginny that was the truth. Apparently, she should've let Malfoy speak instead.

'Til the day that I die

"You sure," Ginny asked, glancing between the two. She couldn't decide if she could believe that story at all or not. It seemed so fake, yet Hermione seemed genuine in her explanation; she wasn't skittish or muttering, playing with her hair or looking around, she was focused and positive, and that was what had Ginny wavering. Could this really be the truth?

"Yes," Hermione said. She wasn't wavering on her answer.

The redhead sighed slowly. "Alright I will believe you." She crossed her arms though, glaring at the two. "Be more careful though with your 'studies' though, because if Harry or Ron find you in a similar situation I doubt they will be as understanding." Her eyes narrowed. "Although this was an accident, so it shouldn't happen again, right?"

Hermione felt a bit like she was speaking with her mother; Ginny was lecturing her at this point. "Yes, of course."

The girl nodded. "Good. We should get going though; we are already late to breakfast, and we will be late to our first classes if we don't hurry." She looked between the two. "I will just leave you two to carry on as you desire." She did however give Hermione an extra, almost knowing glance. "We can talk later."

Cold

The brunette nodded, thankful that Ginny's fiery temper was not showing itself today. The situation could've easily gotten out of hand had she not been able to explain that near truth. They said their goodbyes and the redhead left, afraid to glance behind her at the two, possibilities of what else may have gone on floating around in her head.

Once she was gone, Hermione glanced at Draco. "If she catches us again she won't think twice about acting on it. I might be acting civil with you but that doesn't mean my friends will be kind if they think something is going on."

He rolled his eyes, "It's not like I couldn't guess that myself Granger," he snapped, crossing his arms. "Now like the Weaselette said, we best be going; class starts in a minute."

She blanched. "But you haven't even changed yet!"

"Yes well, poor me." He brushed past her, walking towards the door. "I will stop by my room to freshen up before coming down to class. Do inform Snape that I intend on arriving." His hand came to rest on the door-handle, and the thought seemed to replay in his mind. "On second thought, he will just figure it out when I arrive."

"Are you sure?"

You think I really want to give you a reason to be near him? "Positive; I'll handle it myself. Do wear that sweater of yours while in class today." Before she could chirp a reply, he had flung the door open and hurried out, expecting her to have some sort of retort up her sleeve.

She frowned at the now empty space. Did he really think he could control what she wore in class? Then again, Snape has been a bit odd this year, so I'm not sure if he is entirely wrong. I wonder why he seems so different… She shook her head as the bell rang signaling the first class of the day. Great; she would be late now and draw attention. What would the students think when both Heads were tardy to class?

What would the teacher think?

(1650)

"Thou are happy," Gary said duly, noting the eccentric look on his wife's face. Their child seemed to bring her immense joy, something he did not understand. The man himself was not a lover of babies or anyone really beneath the age of eighteen, and although he needed to certainly have a heir for when they both were gone, he did not want to have to deal with this squirming, small little thing that they were expected to care for. Thank Circe for maids.

"Yes, yes of course," Annalisa said, smiling genuinely at him. It was amazing to see her beam like that, but he would rather see it be because of him instead of the loud bundle.

"I am glad," he said, before nodding towards the maid in the corner. "Here, give Rune to Genevieve," he said, ushering the stout woman who was hired to care for the child over. The wife's expression immediately dropped, but he ignored it entirely as Genevieve took the baby away. Once the door clicked shut behind her, he eased into bed. "Now we are but alone."

I loved you from the very first night

His wife however looked irritated. "Why dost thou send thy son away? Dost thou not wish to spend time with him?"

Gary frowned, having hoped that the child would be forgotten once he was out of sight. Obviously the plan did not work out to his advantage. He reached to rub her cheek, but she slapped his hand away. Sighing, he threw himself onto the sheets. "I wanted only to spend time alone with thee. We have not for-"

"Eleven days," she finished, her voice chipped. "Thou should be more concerned with spending time with thy newborn son than thy wife alone!" She turned on her side. "I hope thou sleep is pleasant."

You broke me

The night was not turning out so well.

Part 3: Remain with Me, 1999 (Life Six)

Draco Abraxas Malfoy and Hermione Jean Granger

She stared down at the parchment before her, scribbling the directions to their newest assignment down for use. Snape hadn't come to speak with her yet, but she knew it would come. He had sent her an icy glare the moment she entered class, and with Malfoy's words swimming around in her head, she assumed this conversation would not be pleasant.

The talk came sooner than she preferred. "Miss Granger," Snape drawled from his nearby desk, and she reluctantly turned towards him, having been about to disappear into the back to gather the ingredients like some of the other students. "Please come see me."

'Til the day that I die

She walked to the front of the room, stopping in front of his desk, noting that the blond had yet to show despite them being fifteen minutes into the class. "Yes Professor," she asked, attempting to keep her voice level. She really did feel a bit uncomfortable with him now.

"You were late today."

"Yes, I was."

Snape opened his mouth to respond, but something caught his eye and he looked over. Draco Malfoy was sauntering in, looking at the teacher with a hard expression. If only that boy knew the truth. A thought played through his mind, and the greasy haired man had to suppress a smirk. That would certainly make things interesting.

Draco for his part did not enjoy what he was seeing. Why was she up at the front speaking with the potions professor, and why did he have that glint in his eye? The blond quickly took a seat where he should, finding that the Gryffindor had copied down whatever was written on the board. Although he wanted to go and listen into their conversation, he decided to act like nothing seemed odd to him, and instead pulled out a quill and duplicated what she had already written. A few minutes later, she sat back down beside him, looking more than a bit off.

"Something wrong," he asked, setting his quill down. From the corner of his eye he could see that Snape was grading papers, but he suspected that was not the only thing he was doing.

She shook her head slowly; "Nothing."

"Granger, I have already seen you attempt to lie once today, and it was not a pretty picture. You are absolutely terrible at it. So tell me so I can save myself some time; what's got you looking so ashen?"

Hermione looked up at him, still unsure about what she thought about the current situation. "Snape wants to see my after class."

I'm far too obvious this time